Cock Slave Pt 39

He pulled his cock head out of my mouth, wiped his cock on my face and put it back in his underwear and pulled up his sweatpants. Before opening the door and leaving, he said, “If I hear you hammering again, that cock is going up your ass, do you understand, cocksucker?”
Part 38
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One evening at 7:00 pm, about two weeks after I moved into my new apartment, I was hanging paintings in my apartment on the living room wall. I drilled the holes, but had to use a tack hammer to drive them in. I heard the doorbell ring and I opened the door.
It was my neighbor, Matthew, 6′, muscular, plainly good looking who often wears sweatpants with a noticeable bulge showing his cock head. He said, “Stop hammering!” and turned around, went into his apartment slamming the door.
A few weeks later, earlier in the day, assuming he was at work, I was again hanging artwork when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and it was him again. He walked into my apartment.
He was again wearing a tight t-shirt and sweatpants showing his nice body and a noticeable bulge showing his cock head. He said, “I asked you to stop hammering. Now, I’m going to hammer you.”
He pulled his sweatpants down, stroked his hot thick uncut cock hard. With a sneer on his face, he said, “I’m going to hammer your throat as a reminder not to make that much noise again. Get on your knees and open your mouth!” Like I was hypnotized, I dropped to my knees, but did not open my mouth.
Looking down at me, he slapped my lips with his cock until it got hard, leaving his precum. I licked it off, smiled and opened my mouth wide. He shoved it down my throat and,...