Date: Fri, 4 Dec 2015 14:46:24 -0500
From: dave stout <dodge1191@hotmail.com>
Subject: Couples Assist Facility

The Couples assist Facility in the "Fun-House"

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Cast:

-Mark, owner of the "Service Station" AKA "Fun-House"

-John Smith, Me, just another faggot

-Mike, my old college buddy

-Janine, Mike's wife

-Todd, Fag Trainer

The following four pages are an excerpt from a much longer story called,
"Sorted at the Fun-House". The entire story is inserted at the end for your
enjoyment. The story revolves around a research project into the setup of
sex-club suites where a guy could bring his wife or girlfriend for an
assisted fuck and suck.

EXCERPT:

"Well Mark here's how I went about planning for the couple's spa room. I
felt that this setup would be very profitable for the service station but I
was flummoxed as to how to design it; I am after all a faggot cocksucker
with almost no experience with females and I needed some research. It came
to me the next day; I had a college friend that was my roommate for a
couple of years that could help me. We had kept in touch over the years and
actually met a couple of times a year. In college we moved in very
different circles, he was a jock and I a nerd but we're still great
friends."

"That was because I was his stress reliever, his on-call cocksucker. Mike
enjoyed nothing better than living with a guy who didn't mind sucking him
off a couple times a day. He had a beautiful prick, long, straight and
blessed with a huge cockhead. His piss hole looked liked like a cannon
barrel. Mike had a wide streak of domination that fit seamlessly with my
submissive nature. He simply ordered me to service him in the way he
enjoyed it; it was all about him."

"I e-mailed Mike with my dilemma and he quickly agreed to help me out; we
arranged for me to stay with him and his wife for a weekend. It was a 350
mile drive but I was looking forward to it. I had been at his wedding and
knew his wife, Janine. She was a good looking Irish girl with a reddish
complexion and just a bit plump. She wasn't fat at all, just slightly soft
and plump; Mike had told me that she just loved to fuck."

"We went into their living room to get reacquainted and started making
small talk while drinking a really good dry red wine. Mike was very "up"
and happy; he was still smiling when he zipped down his fly and pulled out
that big snake I used to service. I was watching him stroke his cock while
talking about some inane TV show when he brought me out of my trance."

Mike quickly took control as he talked. "Here John, come on over here and
suck my cock again, don't worry, Janine knows all about your cocksucking
and thinks it's exciting."

"I looked over at his wife and she just nodded at me with a wry smile.

Mike stood up and dropped his pants before settling back into his big,
leather lounge chair. What could I do; I went to my knees and moved over to
Mike. He held that big cockhead I was so familiar with up to me and I took
it into my mouth."

"It's just like old times huh, John? You should know Janine that John used
to blow me at least twice a day. I could wake up in the middle of the night
with a hardon and just walk over to his bed and stuff it into his mouth
while he was still sleeping. He'd nurse on it a little while as he was
waking up then let me blow my load in his mouth and go back to sleep with a
mouthful of cum. Why don't you get ready for a fucking honey, we'll be
right up."

Mike began holding my head and ever so slowly going deeper and deeper.

"Remember what I taught you John, do it now," he told me.

"I did remember and slipped quickly back to it. I put my hands behind my
back and looked into his eyes. Mike liked his cocksucker to only use his
mouth and he really enjoyed watching my face as he forced his cock through
my throat opening and I gagged on its thickness. He would then pull my head
back letting me get a gasp of breath before plugging my gullet again. I was
choking with my eyes watering as I sensed Janine was back. I tried to turn
to her and Mike slapped my face."

"Don't worry about anything but my cock John, keep your focus, you're
better than that. I think though it's time to show you how a cocksucker can
help a couple fuck don't you honey? You're so fucked up by cock John that
you can't concentrate anyway; we'll start slow so you can learn about
cunt."

Mike continued, "We'll be enjoying your service even as you're doing your
hokey research. When we get finished you'll be an expert," Mike said. "I
was mesmerized by my situation as I stood there with my head bowed,
listening to my old roommate describe how I would be serving the two of
them."

"Janine sat on a high, wide, bed room chair, opened her robe and spread her
legs. Mike roughly led me to her and pushed me to my knees."

"OK John get a good look, before were done you'll be more familiar with her
crotch than with your own face."

"I'm certainly not into cunt but I couldn't help salivating as I gazed at
the beautiful, pink, hairless cunt of my friend's wife as she spoke. "Get
your nose up there and get used to my scent, it's a perfume that you'll
learn to love, eau of crotch eh."

"Mike sat on the chair edge and watched me; the fact that I was being
watched by the two of them added a very erotic aspect to my humiliation."

"Her cunt had a musky odor with just a hint of stale piss smell; it wasn't
unpleasant just different than the cock smell I was used to. I shuddered as
Mike grabbed one of my ears and led me to those delicious, soft folds with
the one word command "lick."

"I was soon lost in the act as I lapped up and down her cunt slit using my
tongue to service her. I noticed that she had begun to gush cum juice; I
lapped it up like it was a fine, French sauce, cunt-cum was different than
man-cum but very tasty."

"He looks good down there with his face in your crotch: how is he doing
Janine?" Mike asked her.

"Actually, pretty good, he has a nice, wide, long tongue. With a little
coaching he will be as good a cunt-lapper as he is a cocksucker. I want to
get fucked now; his tongue has put me in the mood," she replied.

"I was roughly pushed away being told to watch as a real man fucked a
cunt. Sitting on the floor I watched as Mike approached with his enormous
cock sticking out. I was commanded to wet the head so it could slide easily
into her. I sucked and licked Mike's cock until he pushed me down on my
back; she climbed on top with her cunt over my face, right at my mouth. He
mounted her from the rear as I slurped on dripping cunt juice wetting my
face."

"For the first time in my life, I had a close-up view of cock fucking a
cunt. I was so close that I could hear the wet sucking sounds of her cunt
and felt the spray of their combined juices on my face with each
plunge. Mike started to tease her by slowly pulling his cock from her pussy
until just the big head remained inside. Then he'd wait until she started
whimpering for more before shoving it back in as hard as he could. Each
time she would moan loudly."

"His cock was so thick it stretched her puffy pussy lips far apart and when
he pulled out, her cunt lips stuck to his shaft and stretched far from her
pubic mound. The sight of this was awesome. I was so hot. His cock was
rubbing across my lips when he pulled out and her cunt juices washed over
my face."

"As Mike fucked Janine, she panted and gasped for air and made sounds that
I had never heard before. Mike fucked faster until with a growl, he plunged
in right to the hilt, almost squeezing his tightened nut sack into her cunt
as well. I knew he was spraying his jism inside her pussy now and I
realized that I was just seconds away from eating his leftovers. He had
already told me I was to be the fresh-fucked-cunt "clean up" boy."

"When Mike pulled out his wet, slimy meat, a long string of cum followed it
out and splashed on my face. I quickly attached my mouth to her gaping gash
and proceeded to suck out the warm clumps of scummy cum. It tasted similar
to what I had sucked directly from his cock but somewhat sweeter mixed with
girl-cum. It slid like syrup down my throat along with Janine's own
sauce. God, it was delicious! Janine then sat up and a rush of sperm flowed
out of her pussy and down my throat. He must have shot a huge load deep
into her!"

"After I cleaned everything out of her pussy, she raised her crotch off my
face and looked down at me with a smirk on her face. My face was drenched
sticky with their juices."

"Did you have fun down there sissy boy?" she said and then giggled. She
motioned me to immediately go to work on Mike's semi-stiff rod. His dick
was wet with mixed cum and pussy juice, which I slowly licked up. I worked
my way down to his balls and gently lapped at each one until his cock
started swelling.

I thought to myself, "this is really hot; our sissy customers will love
this scene. Mike had been right when he said that there was nothing quite
like licking a freshly-fucked cunt."

"So Mark, that's how I researched our couples operation. I see it as a full
service place where one of our sissy cocksuckers that still considers
himself bisexual, gets to service a couple. For sure they like cum and it's
my guess that they'll be thrilled to stick their tongue into a nice, wet
cunt full of cum and pay us good money for the privilege."



NOW FOR THE COMPLETE STORY: The Service Station, AKA, The Fun-House

:

I was visiting my favorite city and after a hard day of travel I wanted to
spend a night at a very different playground. All I knew was that an adult
website had said it was great fun. I had the address and got there early on
a Monday evening; it wasn't long before I realized that this was certainly
a different kind of place. The parking lot was divided between rows for up
to an hour that were free and rows for one to six hours at $5 an hour. I
thought it very strange but what the hell and went in to get a long term
ticket.

The big red brick warehouse loomed large at the end of the lot with the
only sign reading "entrances" in the plural. Once inside I encountered a
line leading to two different counters. On the left the large counter sign
read simply "cocks" while the one on the right read "cocksuckers."

Geez, this was embarrassing, I had to openly acknowledge what I was and
wanted just by standing in one or the other line. I was sure that I was
blushing, bright red as I shuffled forward to the counter.

"You know you're in the cocksucker line don't you" he asked looking
directly at me? I mumbled a yes as he told me to speak up. I was fast
becoming more and more embarrassed. "What do you want, just the cocksucker
room or the works, the room is $40 and the works runs $65?"

By now I was reduced to a stammer that the rude attendant took as assent to
the works asking me for the $65. I needed to get away from this smirking,
in your face young guy and pushed the money under the window. The door
clicked and I started towards it just as he shouted, "stop, put this wrist
band on" and he pushed a bright pink wide, rubber band to me. I was
actually trembling as I locked it on to the chorus of smirks from the rest
of the guys in line laughing at the new guy.

I was finally inside a large, dimly lit room seemingly full of guys. I
couldn't make out anything until my eyes adjusted so I just stood there
until I felt a hand on my shoulder.

A guy about forty said, "I see your new here, I'll show you around. You've
already gotten through the tough part at the dual entrance. Believe it or
not that embarrassing, challenging system kinda frees you up to admit what
you are and once you're through it just enjoy yourself."

He was right, my heartbeat was finally returning to normal.

"It's really a kinda service station for guys who want their cocks sucked;
the guys in the cock line only pay $5 so there is always a pretty large
bunch wanting a quick, cheap blowjob away from the wife. The superior
"cock" guys can just walk up to a hole and get their cock sucked. Unlike
the usual small glory hole you see at peep-shows these openings in the wall
are huge, large enough for you to stick your entire head thru and lick his
balls while he pats your head. The thing is that this is a place without
games; guys who want to get sucked off don't have to romance a
cocksucker. There's no need for flowers, jewelry or a candlelit dinner;
here it's just take your Wang out and pick the hot mouth you want to fill
with cum."

He continued, "At the holes over there you're standing up while he stands
on the elevated side with his crotch at your mouth level. The elevation
changes over here so you have to be on your knees; I personally think a
cocksucker should always kneel in respect before a man but it'll be your
choice."

I could see a little better now and boy it was busy with only a few holes
empty of cock with the suck boys happily slurping away. The wet swishy
noise of cocks being serviced actually filled the room. Until you're an
observer you don't realize just how noisy cocksucking is; the wet slosh of
dripping saliva along with the occasional ughh as the server choked
permeated the room and was very hot. It was only Monday and look how busy
they were; they certainly had a good business.

"I see you've got a pink, works band that allows you to serve in all of the
rooms. I want to get back to my hole but you should know that that corridor
on the right will lead you to an area where there are men who need their
ass sucked along with a lot of piss play. The lockers are over there, I've
got to go, it looks like a very busy night and I'm horny as hell. From six
to ten is when it's busiest as the married guys sneak away for service
then, have fun."

I quickly stripped to my jockey shorts noting that this seemed to be the
uniform of the day and locked up the locker. I wandered over to the wall of
glory holes just as a guy was pulling his cock out of his pants. I stuck my
head through and he stuffed his cock into my mouth. It was only about five
inches but had a big, thick cock head. I began a nice, slow suck, easily
able to swallow his cock to the balls. I was at it a while when I sensed
him tensing. He grabbed my head and held me rigid as he spurted cum into my
mouth. That old, familiar taste, salty, sticky and thick warmed my mouth as
I swallowed his cum-load, I was rewarded with a gentle pat on the cheek as
he commented, "Good boy, good faggot." I was kinda proud; this was my kind
of place.

I went over to the kneeling room, it was set up different. The guys
entering on the "cock" side would just sit down in one of the lounge chairs
all in a row and pull down their pants spreading their legs. The
cocksuckers just knelt and waited in front of a chair.  It was very well
thought out with a heavily padded floor for the cocksuckers comfort. This
really appealed to me as I have always thought that the most submissive
place for a cocksucker was on his knees before a superior cock and ready to
serve; it is after all a measure of respect. I found out later that there
was a lot of competition and on really busy nights, the most talented
cocksuckers often had a line of guys waiting for service. I thought to
myself that this really was a magical place where a talented cocksucker
that was good at cock worship was a valued commodity.

I knelt before a guy in his forties, bald with a little paunch but a very
nice thick cock about six inches long. As I leaned into the hole to mouth
his cock he grabbed my mouth sticking his fingers in it and pulling me
towards him. "Suck it boy, I want a nice blow job with a lot of tongue on
my balls. When I cum I want you to slow it down and just let it flow into
your mouth. After I'm done you swallow my jism and lick me clean. If you do
a good job I'll fill your faggot mouth with nice, warm ball juice." He then
pushed his cock into my eager, waiting mouth.

He was a very involved guy using his hands to direct my tongue to his ball
sack then lightly slapping my cheek when he wanted my mouth on his
cock. There is nothing quite like a man who is experienced with how to
wring the maximum pleasure out of his cocksucker. It was a while but
finally he told me to look at his eyes. As soon as we made eye contact he
started to cum, my second load of the night. Just as he had instructed I
swallowed in one gulp and began licking his crotch clean. As I was slurping
around another guy came up to him and said, "Hey, Jim, how's the service?"
"Not too bad Mike, how did you do?"

Jim's buddy Mike said, "Just Ok Jim, he was a very new cocksucker and
needed a little adjustment to keep his concentration on my cock. A few
slaps and he forgot everything but my cock filling his mouth. I actually
think he was surprised when I filled his mouth with my jism. I confess it
was kinda fun breaking him in.

"I finally had my man Jim's crotch as clean as if he stepped out of a
shower. Another pat on my head and he left me.

I had to admit that "Jim's" forceful style appealed to me as I decided to
explore a little farther down the dark corridor; I was now glad that I had
purchased the "works."

The first room was the toilet room and boy was I surprised by how it was
set up. There was a full wall with four short comfortable, padded stools
arranged in front of holes in the wall just large enough for a man's head
to go through. Three of the stools had cocksuckers on them with their heads
into the holes. Of course I sat down, stuck my head through the wall and
found I was looking at a large mirrored wall opposite me.

Yikes, I found my head was now in a white vinyl urinal fastened on the
walls other side; a guy taking a piss would be using my mouth as a living
urinal, a pisspot. I could see there were guys at two of the other urinals
peeing into their cocksucker's mouth. In the other empty stall the
cocksucker had his mouth open and his tongue out as a guy walked in and
sauntered over. I watched as the man casually laid his cock on the faggots
eager tongue and took a piss.

I sensed someone coming to my urinal; I thought quickly of getting the hell
out of there but decided that I was committed and didn't want to
disappoint. He fished out a soft, cut cock of about 3 inches, soft then
simply laid it on my tongue and pulled back saying "I've never done this
before, am I supposed to just start to full out pee or go slowly in short
spurts" he asked me.

I looked at him and told him I was also new and would be very relieved if
he just spurted a little so I could get used to it. It was really kind of
surreal; we were talking like buddies discussing what beer we liked yet we
both were very aware that I was soon going to be drinking his piss, surreal
indeed.

He put his cockhead onto my tongue and almost instantly let out a short
spurt of piss. It wasn't really unpleasant, just a very different taste,
kind of a warm, salty mountain-dew laced with just a touch of white
vinegar. In any event the shear humiliation of being a man's urinal got me
so hot that I was in a kind of trance. He spurted more piss but then became
hard and the piss stopped. I suckled on the head of his prick and he very
quickly dropped his cumload into my warm, pissy mouth. He had to be even
newer at this than I was to actually cum this easily. When I got up there
was a long line-up of suck boys waiting for my stool; I wasn't the only one
who thought the toilet room was the most erotic scene of all.

In the other corner of the "toilet room" in a large, glass enclosed shower
stall there were three guys being showered by their "boys" who were busily
cleaning them with thick foaming body wash. The guys just stood there
talking while their pink bracelet helpers scrubbed and fondled. It was
obvious from the hard cocks that the men and their fag-servants were
enjoying this. Just outside of the shower another "boy" toweled off his
Man. Everyone sported a huge smile; this man-centric, Guy-Spa style
pampering was certainly as popular as it was incredibly hot.

I went back to the "kneeling room" and waited in front of a lounge. In a
few minutes there were two guys there, the older dropped his pants, sat
down and spread his legs. I started to move in but he held my head and told
me what he very specifically wanted.

"This is my son and I want to show him how to use and enjoy a
cocksucker. You'll blow me first so he can see how it goes then you'll
service him. Actually I think we'll take you into the around the world room
for his first suck, Ok boy?" I nodded yes and he pulled me into his hairy
crotch.

I licked and sucked as he lightly slapped me directing my efforts to what
pleased him. I could hear him telling the boy that some guys were just
cocksuckers that you could use like girls to suck you off and lick your
ass. He began a face fucking by grabbing my head and telling me to keep my
hands behind my back while he pulled my head in and out going deeper each
time until he punched through into my throat. He put his hand on my Adam's
apple to feel my throat accommodating his prick as it punched through into
my gullet. I looked up and could see that his son was mesmerized by it all.

"You see Son, you keep slowly going forward a little at a time until your
all in. the cocksucker will gag and choke but that's all right; it's what
they were born to do and it feels great on your cock; it's just part of the
service."

On that note the Dad came in my mouth just as I was gasping around the cock
buried in my gullet. Some of his cum filled my mouth but as I gasped for
air a lot of it went up my nose. I coughed and actually was tearing up as I
tried to catch my breath but in a very strange way I was pleased with
myself. I was happy servicing the guy who was showing his son the ropes.

I heard him explaining, "Look at his face son, this is a win-win
thing. Sissy's like him get off on this kind of treatment." As my breath
came back to normal I agreed with him by leaning forward and licking his
cockhead clean. "See Son, just what I told you."

I followed them into the "ass" room; it was to be a first for both of
us. There were quite a few stirrup like lounge chairs with little wells
sunk in the front of them so the cocksucker could actually get in and stand
up as he licked his man's crotch from asshole to balls. I had to admire the
great ingenuity the owners of this place had used in the design. By making
it very comfortable they insured that the ass licker could lap a guy's
crack for long periods of time, quite ingenious really.

"Strip down Son, I'll show you the ropes. Ah, that's good, you can lay down
in the lounge but I prefer to show my cocksucker just what his place is at
right at the start. Just turn around and I'll have the faggot take care of
you in the classic way to start." The boy turned and as ordered by his Dad
I knelt in back of him and gently licked his pale-pink ass globes before I
spread his cheeks and began to lick up and down his ass-crack.

It really wasn't an effective way to service a man's ass because no matter
how hard you tried you couldn't get your tongue all the way in but it did
furnish maximum humiliation. Both of us were quickly hotter than hell, the
boy being serviced and me with the erotic shame of it all just washing over
me.

When he moved to the lounge chair his legs were spread as wide as possible
and my tongue traveled from cock to asshole as my saliva flowed

out of my open mouth. My tongue and nose experienced the musky, sweaty
taste of young balls and ass. The young subject of my service soon grabbed
my head and forced his cock into my mouth just as his cum erupted from his
cockhead. I gulped it down, licked him clean then thanked them both for
letting me service them.

I was exhausted but certain to return to the "Fun-Housen" and head to the
cocksucker's side for sure. I now knew what I had long suspected; there was
nothing in my life that would ever equal the sheer joy that servicing a
strong, confident man could bring. This was my role and this place was made
for me.

Chapter #2

I think anyone interested in reading this story realizes that I would
return many times to the "service station". It was just so incredibly
erotic. About 2 or three times a week I would go there, stand in the
cocksucker's line and service cock. It was great to pretty much always have
a lingering taste of cum in your mouth or at least in your thoughts.

On that fateful day I had just entered when one of the staff approached me
at the lockers. "Mr. Smith, the boss wants to see you."

I was horny as hell but went with him through the front door and down
another hallway; I did notice that the "cock" line at the entrance was
filling up. We went into what looked like a reception room and I just
followed him into a very large plush office that looked just like a
partner's suite in a major law office. The rug was thick and the same
maroon color as the drapes. One wall was completely filled with walnut book
cases and there was a black leather couch and chair in front of a huge
wooden desk.

The man who I assumed was the "boss" came out from behind the desk and
shook my hand while dismissing his employee with a wave of the hand as he
sat down on the leather chair opposite me.

He began talking as soon as I had sat down. "My name is Mark and I'm glad
to see you Mr. Smith; I had your membership flagged so I could get you here
to talk. I can guess that you might be a bit confused about all this but
let me assure you it'll all work out to the advantage of both of us. What
happened to trigger your being here is that you dropped one of your
business cards on your last visit; I see you're a Business Planning and
Development expert besides being one of my customers and I'm in need of
some Planning and development here."

"I'm a businessman who purchased this place from an estate a couple of
years ago. I initially only wanted this big warehouse but was pleasantly
surprised at the cash flow of the existing sex club located in it. After
going through the "Cock" line a few times myself I realized just what a
great business this could be. There's real money in connecting straight
guys with cocksuckers. That being said this business only fills a small
part of this building and I'm interested in building the business and
increasing the revenue, my problem is that I'm straight and ideally this
places expansion should be planned thru a faggot's eye. It seems that
inadvertently I've blundered into a nice opportunity. The majority of gay
clubs like bath-houses attract gay guys almost exclusively. The format here
attracts as many straight guys as gays. That really works, the alpha
straight guys get there cocks serviced in a setting where they are in
control and the gay guys get access to all the alpha cock they want, a
win-win all the way and a nice little business," He said.

Even though I was very horny I was fascinated by his matter-of-fact
analysis as he continued. "I'm straight and while I very much enjoy a
cocksucker mouthing my prick, I just can't get my head around what you guys
want and why you want it; what the hell do you guys get out of it. I do
understand that the key to this business is to always have a cocksucker
available for a straight guys cock, that way no customer is ever
disappointed. You're the perfect consultant; you come here to suck cock
yourself and have a great business background. What I want to do is grow
the business on this site so I can utilize more of the space and generate a
greater income. I'm prepared to offer you a 15% piece of the business at
the end of a ninety day probation period; for the probation I'll pay you
the fee listed on your website, $2000 a week plus expenses. Are you in," he
asked?

"Yeah, I'm in, it sounds like it could be fun," I answered a little too
quickly.

"Now that were partners let's get right on a first name basis, I'm Mark and
I know your name is John, lets shake on it eh."

We shook hands and he lightly squeezed my hand with a big smile. I took
this time to access my new partner, about forty, average height, thin brown
hair and just a little paunch. There was no doubt he was a businessman but
he was certainly friendly.

He was still tightly holding my hand as he talked. "We can really seal our
little bargain with a blow job, John. It'll save both of us some time. You
were in the cocksucker's line anyway."

I nodded my agreement as Mark dropped his pants and sat down in his big
"boss" chair spreading his legs nice and wide. I knew that you shouldn't
mix business with pleasure but I had been thinking about cock all day. I
slipped onto my knees and shuffled forward to his crotch. My mind wasn't on
our business deal as I sucked his cockhead into my mouth running the tip of
my tongue into his piss-slit before beginning a slow, intense suck.

His cock was average at a little over five inches with a big cut head; it
fit quite nicely into my mouth but without that wonderful, erotic worry of
choking on a huge cock; Mark's was simply comfortable. After about five
minutes of sucking him off I felt the familiar throbbing of the big cock
vein on the side as he tensed up, ready to cum. He sighed and began
spurting his warm, sticky cum into my mouth. The salty, sticky issue tasted
great, our deal was now sealed for sure, sealed in cum.

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I got right into my new task the next day. I was now familiar with the
"service station" and only had to sit quietly stroking my cock as I
reviewed my experiences and considered the improvements that might entice
more cocksucker business. As always when running ideas in my head I had a
pad to jot down the bullet thoughts down, in effect a business plan
outline.

---Enhanced water sports and toilet room.

---An upscale blow job fantasy room that would play to the faggot's need
for humiliation and the alpha-man's dominant nature.

---Have a cocksucker rating system with a written skill list that the
clients could peruse before picking out their cocksucker. This would of
course reinforce the fags need for submission.

---A full service man's spa where your personal cocksucker could wash,
pamper and service you as a good cockslave should.

---A set of suites where a guy could bring his wife or girlfriend and
fuck. A cocksucker would be there to keep the man's cock hard and lick the
cum out of her cunt.

---A "cocksucker academy" where the sub guys could hone their skill-set
with the properly assertive trainer / coaches. This "cocksucker academy"
would of course issue grades.

Now that I had an outline I could think it through and present it to Mark
as a series of stand-alone business plans before building cash flow numbers
for each of the proposed "small business units."

I handed the rough, typewritten business plan to Mark the next day.

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The "Enhanced Water sport and toilet room" PLAN:

This room would build on what we already have with the full-face
urinals. Right now the cocksuckers wait in the room with their face in the
urinal. I propose that we add toilet boxes where a cocksucker could lie
down under a toilet seat to simply rim and lick a man's asshole; it would
be a very erotic scene for everyone involved.

Yet another change I would make there would be to let the men pick out
their cocksucker for the toilet room. I kinda visualize a little lineup of
ass lickers and piss boys where a guy could interview them before they
serviced him. Questions like, "are you ready to drink my piss right from
the spigot fag" would greatly foster the inherent submission that faggots
seek and the alpha-males would feel like Gods.

The superior man would be encouraged to look closely at the cocksuckers
tongue length and ask direct questions about how his prospective cocksucker
would manage to swill down his piss. It might work to have the cocksucker
kneel behind the man and gently spread his cheeks to run his tongue up and
down his ass crack. This audition would be a demonstration of his boy's
skill before being picked to lie in the rim seat. The beauty of this
interview thing is the supreme humiliation that the cocksucker would feel.

The same thing would hold for the piss suckers, an interview where they
would have to admit that they wanted to have a man piss in their mouth
would have both parties hotter than hell. The cocksucker would revel in the
humiliation of admitting what an ass or piss slut he was while the "cock"
would feel completely in control of "his" cocksucker and how he wanted to
be serviced.

It would be an immediate hit with both groups. Very few things are more
exciting and humiliating than having to talk about your fantasies, actually
verbalize what perverted thoughts float through your mind on a regular
basis. Inner secrets are powerfully erotic.

"I tell you Mark, we'll have customers returning as much for the
humiliation as for what used to be their secret sex thoughts being
performed."

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"An upscale blow job fantasy room:"

"Here's the rough outline of this plan Mark, sorry about the typos but it's
only an "idea" outline at this point" it still needs work.

Our blow job room is wildly popular with the alpha-men (the cocks) and of
course the cocksuckers. My plan would build on this and offer an
enhancement to what we have. If a guy is getting an exemplary blow job he
can offer his suck-boy a chit which allows the fag into a special room
where he can perform a nice, slow worshipful suckoff in great comfort. Of
course the chit will be only available at an additional cost to the man
being serviced. To be recognized as really good as a cocksucker in front of
your peers would be so much better than just a pat on the head.

Inside of this "special" room there would be nice, comfy chairs with padded
areas right in front of them. Of course the cocksucker would already be
naked and there would be lockers for the alpha-man's clothes. It would be
customary for the cocksucker to perform the ritual undressing of his
man. Just picture in your mind when the cocksucker finds himself kneeling
before his man and finally gets to take off his man's undershorts and
socks. The lights would be dim but the cocksucker would be very aware of
his man watching him as he debased himself.

There would be a recording playing on the loudspeakers over and over on a
loop; a deep, sexy male voice repeating over and over the same erotic
message.

"You're a cocksucker. You live to service the pricks of men needing to be
serviced. As you slowly strip your man take a good look at his hairy balls,
they will soon be spewing his cum into your mouth. Look at his piss slit
and think about running the tip of your tongue through it. This cock will
soon be the center of your thoughts. A cocksucker must only think of
pleasuring his man's prick. This cock in front of you is your
responsibility; you were born to suck cock and submit to superior men. You
must lick his balls lovingly until they are as wet as from a shower. In
this world there are some guys that are meant to be sucked off and others
that are meant to do the sucking. You're the sissy-boy and must submit as a
cocksucker. If you gag on his cock remember that your throat spasms are
pleasant stimulation on his cockhead; they signify your devotion to his
pleasure; it's a measure of respect. When he comes in your mouth look at
his eyes and show him how grateful you are as your mouth fills and you
swirl your tongue around in your cummy-sticky mouth. Good Cocksucker, good
boy." The message then repeated on its loop, over and over in a nice, soft,
deeply masculine, commanding voice.

On his knees facing his alpha-male the cocksucker-boy would be slowly
lowering his man's tidy whites, very close to the cock and balls that he
will soon be servicing, his reason for being. Trust me Mark both guys will
be hotter than hell by this time and when the guy sits down his cocksucker
will be drooling as he settles onto his knees before his man's crotch.

There will be other guys in the room being sucked off so there will be a
permeating smell of sex that will overlay the room as the men talk about
how their service is. The sounds and smells of wet, sloppy cocksuckers will
fill the room.

I think that the suckers picked to perform blow jobs in this room will be
the kind that are fully capable of Cumming themselves just by sucking on a
cock; that's the ultimate compliment to a straight man who's being blown.

This will be a very popular room; our cocksucker customer base will try
awfully hard to be picked to perform as blow-boys in it. The competition to
provide the best blow job would be fierce and our clubs "cocksucker
Quality" would improve.

"I agree John; it certainly sounds hot to me; in fact I would enjoy a
sample of how this would work, how about it?"

I was very agreeable; all this talk of cock had me horny. True to my
written plan I went to the corner and took off my clothes before I began
stripping Mark down. As I knew it would, the eroticism of being on my knees
with his cock close enough to smell that familiar, wonderful musky male
crotch aroma had both of us hard.

He sat down and spread his legs wide; I noticed a little smirk on my
business partner's face as I leaned in to blow him. I opened my mouth and
saw the fact that he was pleased on his face. He pulled my head in and his
cock slid into my mouth, meeting no resistance.

He said "good cocksucker" as he held my head with both hands and began to
pump his powerful cock, way too hot for a slow suck; he just wanted to
cum. He was pumping into what was now really his, my mouth. I just knelt
there as he used my mouth and in about five minutes he pumped his hot,
sticky load of jism into my mouth. True to my business plan for the room, I
looked Mark in the eye as I swallowed his cum. The self satisfied smirk was
back on his face as I swallowed his warm, cummy liquid. We were really
partners now; I felt like just another cocksucker owned by a man's cock.

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"A set of suites where a guy could bring his wife or girlfriend for an
assisted fuck:"

"Well Mark here's how I went about planning for the couple's spa room. I
felt that this setup would be very profitable for the service station but I
was flummoxed as to how to design it; I am after all a faggot cocksucker
with almost no experience with females and I needed some research. It came
to me the next day; I had a college friend that was my roommate for a
couple of years that could help me. We had kept in touch over the years and
actually met a couple of times a year. In college we moved in very
different circles, he was a jock and I a nerd but we're great friends."

"That was because I was his stress reliever, his on-call cocksucker. Mike
enjoyed nothing better than living with a guy who didn't mind sucking him
off a couple times a day. He had a beautiful prick, long, straight and
blessed with a huge cockhead. His piss hole looked liked like a cannon
barrel. Mike had a wide streak of domination that fit seamlessly with my
submissive nature. He simply ordered me to service him in the way he
enjoyed it; it was all about him."

"I e-mailed Mike with my dilemma and he quickly agreed to help me out; we
arranged for me to stay with him and his wife for a weekend. It was a 350
mile drive but I was looking forward to it. I had been at his wedding and
knew his wife, Janine. She was a good looking Irish girl with a reddish
complexion and just a bit plump. She wasn't fat at all, just slightly soft
and plump; Mike said she just loved to fuck."

"We went into their living room to get reacquainted and started making
small talk while drinking a really good dry red wine. Mike was very "up"
and happy; he was still smiling when he zipped down his fly and pulled out
that big snake I used to service. I was watching him stroke his cock while
talking about some inane TV show when he brought me out of my trance."

Mike quickly took control as he talked. "Here John, come on over here and
suck my cock again, don't worry, Janine knows all about your cocksucking
and thinks it's exciting."

"I looked over at his wife and she just nodded at me with a wry smile.

Mike stood up and dropped his pants before settling back into his big
chair. What could I do; I went to my knees and moved over to Mike. He held
that big cockhead I was so familiar with up to me and I took it into my
mouth."

"It's just like old times huh, John? You know Janine, John used to blow me
at least twice a day. I could wake up in the middle of the night with a
hardon and just walk over to his bed and stuff it into his mouth while he
was still sleeping. He'd nurse on it a little while as he was waking up
then let me blow my load in his mouth and go back to sleep with a mouthful
of cum. Why don't you get ready for a fucking honey, we'll be right up."

Mike began holding my head and ever so slowly going deeper and deeper.

"Remember what I taught you John, do it now," he told me.

I did remember and slipped quickly back to it. I put my hands behind my
back and looked into his eyes. Mike liked his cocksucker to only use his
mouth and he really enjoyed watching my face as he forced his cock through
my throat opening and I gagged on its thickness. He would then pull my head
back letting me get a gasp of breath before plugging my gullet again. I was
choking with my eyes watering as I sensed Janine was back. I tried to turn
to her and Mike slapped my face.

"Don't worry about anything but my cock John, keep your focus, you're
better than that. I think though it's time to show you how a cocksucker can
help a couple fuck don't you honey? You're so fucked up by cock John that
you can't concentrate anyway; we'll start slow so you can learn about
cunt."

Mike continued, "We'll be enjoying your service even as you're doing your
hokey research. When we get finished you'll be an expert," Mike said. I was
mesmerized by my situation as I stood there with my head bowed, listening
to my old roommate describe how I would be serving the two of them.

Janine sat on a high, wide, bed room chair, opened her robe and spread her
legs. Mike roughly led me to her and pushed me to my knees.

"OK John get a good look, before were done you'll be more familiar with her
crotch than with your own face."

I'm not into cunt but I couldn't help salivating as I gazed at the
beautiful, pink, hairless cunt of my friend's wife as she spoke. "Get your
nose up there and get used to my scent, it's a perfume that you'll learn to
love, eau of crotch eh."

Mike sat on the chair edge and watched me; the fact that I was being
watched by the two of them added a very erotic aspect to my humiliation.

Her cunt had a musky odor with just a hint of stale piss smell; it wasn't
unpleasant just different than the cock smell I was used to. I shuddered as
Mike grabbed one of my ears and led me to those delicious, soft folds with
the one word command "lick."

I was soon lost in the act as I lapped up and down her cunt slit using my
tongue to service her. I noticed that she had begun to gush cum juice; I
lapped it up like it was a fine, French sauce, cunt-cum was different than
man-cum but very tasty.

"He looks good down there, how is he doing Janine?" Mike asked her.

"Pretty good, he has a nice, wide, long tongue. With a little coaching he
will be as good a cunt-lapper as he is a cocksucker. I want to get fucked
now; his tongue has put me in the mood," she replied.

I was roughly pushed away being told to watch as a real man fucked a
cunt. Sitting on the floor I watched as Mike approached with his enormous
cock sticking out. I was commanded to wet the head so it could slide easily
into her. I sucked and licked Mike's cock until he pushed me down on my
back; she climbed on top with her cunt over my face, right at my mouth. He
mounted her from the rear as I slurped on dripping cunt juice wetting my
face.

For the first time in my life, I had a close-up view of cock fucking a
cunt. I was so close that I could hear the wet sucking sounds of her cunt
and felt the spray of their combined juices on my face with each
plunge. Mike started to tease her by slowly pulling his cock from her pussy
until just the big head remained inside. Then he'd wait until she started
whimpering for more before shoving it back in as hard as he could. Each
time she would moan loudly.

His cock was so thick it stretched her puffy pussy lips far apart and when
he pulled out, her cunt lips stuck to his shaft and stretched far from her
pubic mound. The sight of this was awesome. I was so hot. His cock was
rubbing across my lips when he pulled out and her cunt juices washed over
my face.

As Mike fucked Janine, she panted and gasped for air and made sounds that I
had never heard before. Mike fucked faster until with a growl, he plunged
in right to the hilt, almost squeezing his tightened nut sack into her cunt
as well. I knew he was spraying his jism inside her pussy now and I
realized that I was just seconds away from eating his leftovers. He had
already told me I was to be the fresh-fucked-cunt "clean up" boy.

When Mike pulled out his slimy meat, a long string of cum followed it out
and splashed on my face. I quickly attached my mouth to her gaping gash and
proceeded to suck out the warm clumps of scummy cum. It tasted similar to
what I had sucked directly from his cock but somewhat sweeter mixed with
girl-cum. It slid like syrup down my throat along with Janine's own
sauce. God, it was delicious! Janine then sat up and a rush of sperm flowed
out of her pussy and down my throat. He must have shot a huge load deep
into her!

After I cleaned everything out of her pussy, she raised her crotch off my
face and looked down at me with a smirk on her face. My face was drenched
sticky with their juices.

"Did you have fun down there sissy boy?" she said and then giggled. She
motioned me to immediately go to work on Mike's semi-stiff rod. His dick
was wet with mixed cum and pussy juice, which I slowly licked up. I worked
my way down to his balls and gently lapped at each one until his cock
started swelling.

I thought to myself, "this is really hot; our sissy customers will love
this scene."

So Mark, that's how I researched our couples operation. I see it as a full
service place where one of our sissy cocksuckers that still considers
himself bisexual, gets to service a couple. For sure they like cum and it's
my guess that they'll be thrilled to stick their tongue into a nice, wet
cunt full of cum and pay us good money for the privilege.

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Business Plan---"A cocksucker rating system with a written skill list that
the clients could peruse before picking out a cocksucker:"

I gave Mark my writing on this business idea and waited for him to finish
reading it.

This will simply be a record keeping function for us. As a cocksucker
reached a certain level, let's say 5 positive comment cards from men, then
the cocksucker would be certified for that skill-set. If a particularly
talented boy was certified for deep throat and ass licking by 5 men; he
would then have a laminated placard hung around his neck with a pink ribbon
listing his skill in those tasks. In this way we would be encouraging their
learning curve and fostering competition. For the men it would be a great
turn-on to pick and choose a cocksucker with the ability to please him.

It could easily be structured like an ancient slave market where Masters
inspected the slaves for sale. An interview of the faggot where they had to
put words together to describe what they were trained at would force the
cocksucker to humiliate himself and it would be great fun for the
alpha-male.

We might incorporate a system that allowed demerits if the cocksucker
failed to live up to the promise. The mere thought of being graded would
spur our cocksucker customers to excel, a win-win for everyone and great
business for us.

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I devise "A cocksucker service training program:" for Mark.

"Well Mark, I've written this outline of what I think is the most promising
business idea for our place yet. Here's how it will work." I said.

"You see Mark we could institute a school right here; it would be a kind of
cocksucker training program. I visualize a training class we could run
during our slower, off-peak times where a student could learn how to please
his man the right way. The respect that a superior male deserves requires
more than just cock worship. We would have a few separate courses on toilet
duty, body worship, deep throat, ass and ball licking, all for significant
cash of course." Mark was nodding his head; with the mention of money I had
his interest at least.

"Our business plan would be to identify and recruit men who frequented our
service station to get sucked off. If they showed the proper attitudinal
arrogance we hire them on as trainers. We would get paid by the Cocksucker
students and certainly wouldn't have to pay the teachers much; guys love
teaching cocksuckers how to serve them. What a boon to our business cash
flow this could be when it was up and running." I said noting that I had
Mark's attention.



"Mark, I've actually written a short scenario on Deep throat training to
explain my thoughts on this training academy to you; I've set it in the
first person viewpoint of the blow-boy trainee to help you understand it
better, here goes."

My Deep-Throat training scenario presentation:

Remember as you read this Mark that it's written from the cocksucker's
viewpoint.

"Well here I am, I had finally worked up the courage to sign up for the
"Deep Throat training for Cocksuckers school at the Service Station." I
kinda surprised myself by going through with this. It now was the first and
foremost thought in my head; it wasn't easy admitting that I was a natural
born cocksucker but I now knew it as the truth. It was simple after I
admitted it to myself; I sucked men's cock and actually wanted to get
better at it."

"What I hadn't expected was how humiliating they made the sign up
process. I had to enter the "The service station" and strip naked just like
anytime I came here to service cock. Then I was sent to an office where a
fully clothed staffer questioned me as he filled out a questionnaire."

"I see you want to be able to swallow cock right down your throat letting a
man fuck your mouth like he would a cunt, is that correct" the staffer
asked me.

"Yes", I croaked.

"I hope you realize that as part of this training a man's 7 or 8 inch cock
will be stuffed into your gullet and the training leading up to that will
make you gag and cry like a bitch. Is that what you want", he asked with an
even wider smirk.

"Yes, that's what I want." I answered.

"Before we go any farther let me look at your mouth and tongue, come over
here."

I went to him and opened my mouth which he began exploring with his
fingers; when he had me stick out my tongue he just ran his fingers over
it. There's nothing like being handled, while totally naked, by a smirking,
laughing young staffer.

I was taken to a dimly lit small room with another fully clothed guy in
it. As I soon learned his name was Todd and he was assigned as my
trainer. I stood there, butt-naked waiting for an instruction, Todd just
stared at me. I was becoming very uncomfortable when he finally motioned me
to a place on the floor in front of him and began talking to me.

"Mark, at this point I wrote a short scenario that our trainer could use as
a starting point to acclimate the cocksucker trainee. Putting it in a story
context will help you understand the concept. You told me that you couldn't
understand what motivates a cocksucker so I devised this little storyline
for you." I told Mark before reading my prepared script.

Todd said, "All I need to know about you became apparent when you signed up
for this class; you get off on servicing a real man's prick and want to
improve your skill at it. I get that, being the best at what you do is
important."

"In training I've found that consistency is a much more reliable way to
master my cocksucker than to go overboard with force; simply training him
to be addicted to throating my cock gains the right attitude and generally
promotes a much more desirable form of eagerness in the cocksucker than the
kind you see in "uppity cocksuckers" who role play and haven't admitted to
themselves what they are."

"When I encounter a boy like that I always know and feel sad for him that
he's never been properly trained in cock worship, nor had his desires ever
been properly nourished. He has never had the chance to enjoy the comfort
of knowing he has a cock he can suck whenever he's in need. It can bring
inner peace from knowing he won't starve for cum because he's aware of
where his next load will come from."

"The couple of these boys that I've attempted to train are usually so
desperate that they don't actually believe you when you tell them that all
they have to do is settle down and just follow some very simple, very basic
instructions and they will have more cock and cum than they've ever
consistently had before."

"A boy that can take an alpha male's cock right into his cunt-throat is a
valuable commodity. The few I've taught to fully service their man's cock
usually end up being very, very happy. They were desperate to suck a grown
man's cock all the time, right to the root, day in and day out; they just
didn't realize that it's a normal and natural feeling for some sissy type
men. They shouldn't be ashamed of it but instead learn to trust that the
man they suck is aware of their needs, aware of their shame, and will help
them through that growing process."

Todd was speaking to me in a very soothing yet assertive, low voice; having
my thoughts explained kinda made me a little more relaxed and content.

Here was an alpha male type guy that seemed to understand my need to submit
to other men. Todd, the trainer continued.

"Sucking a man right thru your throat opening on a regular basis keeps the
man's balls and dick and all the stuff that make them work limber; that
includes the muscles and cum factories inside him. It's best that his balls
stay strong and fresh and constantly spurting new, fresh cream."

"This is actually a part of nature's way. A Woman can't keep a man's balls
as empty as he wants them to be, no matter how hard she ties. Nature has
found a way to keep men healthy and spurting new, fresh well-made sperm
whether women assist him with emptying his balls or not; Cocksuckers are
happy to do this job."

"It's a shame that being a male cocksucker is something to be hidden in our
society. Most men who are walking around every day, be they at work, in the
restroom, on the street, anywhere they are away from their regular sex
partner still need to have their balls emptied. Hell, if a man could simply
pull another man who is a cocksucker over to the side on the sidewalk or
someplace, point at the ground and watch the faggot kneel before his
crotch. That would be a neat way to let him know that he needs his balls
emptied of cum, it would sure make things a lot easier for all concerned."

"By the same token how many cocksuckers do you know who are so completely
aware that behind every man's zipper, inside every man's pant's, separated
by just a flimsy piece of cotton underwear or jock strap, is a swinging
dick that he would probably really like being sucked. If he could only let
the cocksucker just walk up to him and fondle his crotch area allowing the
cocksucker to expose his cock so that the man is soon standing there with
his cock hanging out of his fly. Everyone would be happy with the
cocksucker bending over to suck the man's cum out of his balls keeping him
healthy as well as to help keep the cocksucker's natural cravings for
submission under control."

I was completely mesmerized as Todd continued; he seemed to know me so
well.

"Anyway, this is how I begin to train my cocksuckers, to teach them their
place in the world; I require the place between my legs to be their primary
concern, allow them to form a dependency on my cum that they already want
to do anyway, once that dependency is established I let them serve me in a
way that not only offers trust but in fact teaches and reinforces it. For
me nothing is better than thrusting directly into a boy's throat and that
requires trust. The boy will gag and cry but if he trusts me he'll stay at
it because he knows I'll let him get a breath before he chokes. That's
trust."

"I like to let my trainee in on what's ahead for him. To me this is always
a great beginning to the training of a cocksucker. My personal motto is
"that the guy who my cocksucker gives a blow job to next should be getting
a better blowjob than I'm getting now. This is the point where I begin my
next step in their training."

"Now," Todd said calmly, "time for you to do what you've been dreaming
about doing since we met." He smiled at me with his dark eyes. His belt
buckle had been undone but the rest of his trouser fastenings remained.

"Go on fag, Unleash the snake." Todd chuckled at his own joke.

I rose up on my knees, still trying to convince myself that he would be
nice with me, it would all be over soon and be easy. I slowly pulled down
his fly. His cock inside was still trapped under his boxers.

I eased his trousers down to just below his thighs then past his boxer
shorts. His large cock prevented me from getting them down very far. It was
already stiffening. Todd grabbed at the elasticized waist and moved it down
revealing his half hard beauty. He snatched the base of his cock with one
fist and waggled it vigorously at me.

"Now suck!" He spoke softly with authority. My mouth moved slowly towards
the large, purple head. I was wary about opening my mouth fully in case he
would think me too eager; he shoved it in and out of my mouth without a
word. My protruding tongue met with the head. I recoiled back slightly at
the first taste of it. Then I began moving in again for another lick. Just
as I was to touch, Todd whipped the cock away to the side then slapped it
across my cheek. "Slap" across the other cheek. He laughed heartily.

"Open your mouth." He said more gently. I felt the warm tip of his cock
against my lips.

"Open your mouth." He repeated. Very slowly I began to open wide.

"Good, good." He praised. I felt the cock lying still and heavy on my
tongue. He withdrew it then repeated the order to open wide. He did it
several times, just inserting the tip each time.

"Good boy, getting used to my cock" he said with approval.

"Now get your lips round it." I did as he said.

"Just slide up and down along it" he instructed.

It was like a step by step guide to cocksucking. I did as he ordered, very
pleased he was taking it easy on me. My own cock began to stiffen as the
taste of him filled my mouth.

"Good, good boy." He praised again.

I felt a guiding hand on the back of my head. He dictated the rhythm of my
sucks. I just kept sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, eyes closed,
letting his strong hands guide me.

"Good, good." More praise from Todd. "You're a good little cock sucker
sissy slut aren't you?"

He released his hand from my head. I kept on sucking his cock with the same
rhythm. A few more strokes went by each just a little bit deeper than the
one before.

"Now that's good for a start." Todd said. "But we are going to have to get
a little more serious if you're to be my blow boy." He grabbed a fistful of
my hair and yanked my head back to look at him. Our eyes met, he starred at
me intently. I felt the soft textured tip of his cock trace across my lips
and around my jaw as he gazed down at me. He gently rubbed my cheek then
slowly slapped it; the slaps weren't hard but did reinforce my role here as
his cocksucker. He let go of me and I enveloped his thick cock with my lips
once more, bobbing up and down on it.

"Ok." He said. I felt his fingers tracing across my chin and cheek. "Let's
take it up a notch."

The anticipation of what he was going to do filled my body. I could feel my
heart pounding forcefully inside me. A bizarre mix of horniness, dreaded
anticipation and downright fear filled me. I kind of knew that this was the
"easy bit" but didn't want to think about what was to come.

"Go on faggot cocksucker. Get it all in your mouth." He told me.

My own cock straightened in hardness as his words hit home. Something about
his forceful attitude awoke the part of me that wanted to gorge myself on
his stiff shaft, but the fear and apprehension remained. I leaned in to
take his cock into my mouth. Then I felt both his hands clasping the hair
on my head, pulling me down towards his crotch, gently at first but then
with more force.

I shut my eyes tight and reached up with my own hands pressing against
Todd's hips in an attempt to stop the forward movement. He thrust his groin
forwards, his cock slid further into my mouth. Too far; I gagged in a
terrible panic, coughing and spluttering. I was pushing full force against
him trying to back away. He gripped tighter holding my face down on it. I
struggled. Todd held on. Then, after a second he let go and I fell
backwards.

Suddenly he was getting assertive again. "Ok," said Todd, completely calm,
"you almost had it up to here." He said while pointing about half way along
his shaft. I coughed then swallowed trying to get rid of the strange
tickling feeling in my throat.

"Get back here and have another go at it, it's what you want, what you were
born to do." Todd showed no mercy, I had to please him.

My sexual desire disappeared. I felt anger, aggression and confusion rise
up in me at his complete lack of compassion.

"Come on!" He barked uncompromisingly. Once again I felt my only play was
to make him cum quickly and then get out of there. Todd though had years of
experience and it wouldn't be that easy for a novice like me to do. I got
up on to my knees and surged with my open mouth towards his cock. I took
the small length that I was comfortable with in my mouth and sucked;
sucking harder and faster than I'd done before.

"Ha, ha." Todd chuckled. "You're supposed to be taking the whole length
boy."

His hands grabbed me again and brought my face down on him once more, his
penis bludgeoning into the back of my throat. I coughed and spluttered
again, instinctively trying my hardest to push him away. The panic spread
through me again as Todd prevented my release. I felt my saliva oozing out
of my mouth, flowing down my chin like a river, wetting his crotch. I
opened my eyes for a split second and could see I was still a few inches
away from his groin.

Todd let go of me and I recoiled backwards. I felt like bursting into tears
but knew it wouldn't bother Todd in the slightest; he would just carry on
feeding his huge cock into my mouth cunt. I resolved to keep control of my
emotions reminding myself that I wanted this more than anything in the
world.

Todd shuffled forwards and slapped his cock against my bottom lip. "Come
on! Again!" He said hurriedly. I began sucking again in the gentle novice
way that I was comfortable with.

"No, no, no!" He barked. "You've got to take it all, you're sucking it like
a little girl" Once again his hands grabbed at my hair.

"No!" I screeched. "Let me do it!" Trying to at least gain a little bit of
control.

"Go on then. Take it all." He said sternly. I engulfed his cock with my
mouth once more and slowly began sliding my lips towards his crotch. I
reached the point of gagging and shot back again.

"Go on, do it." Todd insisted. My mouth slipped along his cock once more. I
grabbed at his buttocks and pulled myself in toward him. His cock hit the
back of my throat again. I gripped tight, ramming myself down on his cock
as the sound of muffled choking and spluttered filled the room.

"Good!" Said Todd, seemingly delighted to see me almost choke on his
cock. I shot back after a few seconds unable to take any more. "Do it
again." He insisted.

I knew I'd have to do it or he'd just manhandle me again. I buried my face
down on his cock once more. He pushed my head down again as the gooey
saliva flowed from my mouth. I stayed there desperately trying to control
my gagging and choking. He yanked my head off his cock, and pulled it back
to look up at him.

"Go on, one more time. Go for the record." I spat down on his cock, trying
to make it easier to swallow. Then I began sliding down it again; quickly
this time. I sucked down on it, as far as I could go, as far as I felt was
physically possible. "Hold it." Todd ordered. I stayed there, desperate to
back away. "Hold it."

I could take no more and fell back collapsing on the floor. I sat there
slumped in a heap, coughing and spluttering, feeling the saliva dripping
down from my chin onto my body.

"Ok." barked Todd. "You're nowhere near throating this cock and you're
doing it wrong." He jumped up onto the bed and knelt there. Impatiently he
pulled me up alongside him. "Do you want to throat this cock?" He asked.

I shook my head no, no longer interested.

"Tough shit boy all good blow boys can do it. Time to learn how to throat a
cock, Go back." He instructed. "You've got to be stretching forward with
your chin in line with your neck, otherwise your throat isn't straight. Now
suck."

A rough hand grabbed my hair as I tentatively leant forwards. My gapping
mouth fell on Todd's member. "Now." Said Todd. "When you hit the limit,
keep on like you're swallowing something and it'll slide right in."

Two hands pulled me down onto him. The cock hit the back of my
throat. Desperately I tried to swallow like he said. I was swallowing over
and over again. His hands released me and I instantly shot backwards. A
trail of the thickest, gooiest, saliva suspended from my mouth to the shaft
of Todd's cock.

"Get on it again! Quickly" Ordered Todd, as his hands were already pulling
me into position. As his dick tunneled into my mouth I remembered to keep
my tongue under his cock and to swallow hard. I could see the base of his
shaft edging closer. Somehow I was swallowing his cock, deeper and deeper
into my throat. I tried to swallow again as the tip of my nose brushed
against his dark pubic hair. His hands released me again and I shot back. A
glass full of thick gooey saliva poured from my mouth. I panted desperate
for breath.

"Again!" Todd shouted. I grabbed onto his wrists to try to fend him off.

"No, please. Don't pull me." I pleaded. "Then do it boy. Nose to my
pubes. Do it now!"

I leaned forward and took his prick into my mouth once more. I didn't want
to do it but he was so forceful. It was better that I have some control. I
pushed my face down onto him and as I started to gag I made sure to make
the swallowing motion over and over. Todd let out a deep groan. Slowly my
face edged down towards him, his hard cock entering down inside my throat.

I took his length as far as possible, my nose just being tickled by the
ends of his dark hair. I held the position for a second before recoiling
back. Todd's dick was now slick with saliva. He got off the chair and
motioned me over to a cot. "Lie down here." He ordered. "On your back, Head
here." He pointed.

As I coughed and swallowed to remove the feeling from my throat Todd
wrenched me into position. I was lying naked on the bed with my head hung
over the edge, looking upside down across the room. I watched him from my
inverted view; he approached my head, placed his hands on my face. He knelt
down on one knee. I could see his cock right in front of my face; it looked
huge and angry.

"Now time to get serious." He said. "Open wide fag." I did as he
said. Brutally he plunged his cock into my mouth, inching it down my
throat. My whole body spasmed as I twisted and turned furiously to get; he
just held me down, pinning me by holding my arms down.

I tried jumped off the cot, coughing, choking and feeling like I was going
to be sick. Todd scooped me up with one arm and threw me back on the
cot. He wrestled with my arms pulling me back in to position for this
depraved deep-throat exercise. I fought back but was easily
overpowered. Tears welled up and began streaming from my eyes as I realized
there was no getting away; I had signed up for this and couldn't back out.

"Open your mouth." He ordered. My face screwed up with anguish and
tears. When would it stop? "Please, I can't do it. Please." I pleaded.

"Open your mouth boy, you can do it!" He barked angrily. He held down my
body with his powerful arms, leaning over me using his full body
weight. His cock nuzzled against the tightly closed lips of my upside down
head.

"Open your mouth!" He screamed. Tentatively I began to relax my jaw. Todd
leaned forward, slowly feeding me his cock. It slipped deep down inside my
throat. His hands held me tight. I knew that struggling was futile so
submitted to this sexual torture. Desperately I tried to remember to
swallow. Saliva poured down from my mouth, into my nose, down to my
hair. Todd's balls nestled against my face covering my eyes. Slowly he
pulled out. I gasped and coughed. I had done it; his cock had plugged my
gullet.

"One more time," Todd said with a slight tenderness. I felt his dense cock
just lying limp onto my lips.

Silently I opened wide allowing him to continue using me for his
pleasure. His slick cock slid slowly down into the depths of my throat. He
held it for a moment then bucked his hips a few times. Suddenly he let out
a loud groan. He pulled out, his cock slick with bubbling saliva. I saw the
trail of cum oozing from my mouth to the tip of his cock. Just as I began
to taste his sperm, he pumped his cock with his fist and a second load shot
out onto my face. I lay on the bed, feeling it slide down my cheek.

I lay naked on the bed, my face and hair wet with a mix of saliva and
semen. I croaked and swallowed, trying to get rid of the feeling in my
throat. For the first time since it had begun, I had time to breathe
without an erect cock being shoved into my mouth. At that moment, I just
felt glad of the respite. His cock was again at my lips, I moved forward
and took it all until his balls were again on my eyes. I could do this I
thought, take a man right to the hilt. I had dreamed about it in my
fantasies; being taken by a Fat-cocked masculine, uncaring man. Having him
brutally use me as his dick toy for his own selfish pleasure. Strangely, it
really didn't seem to matter much to either of us whether I was enjoying it
or not.

"See boy, you can do it. You'll soon be able to take a horse cock without
choking. Every time you're faced with a big long cock now you'll know you
can take it. Men love the feeling of a cocksucker's throat muscles
contracting around his cockhead as he punches through. Those throat spasms
feel great; you'll make a lot of guys very happy."

"You know that you were put on this earth simply to please a man's cock,
now you can do it the right way."

I was happy, not everyone could take a cock right to the balls. I felt
content.

"That Mark is how it'll work; I bet we'll soon have to expand this school
operation, money will pour in and our customers will be very happy."

Mark was happy with my initial passes towards a greatly enhanced business
that would please our dual customer base and our bottom line. It would take
time and effort to meld these ideas into concrete, concise operations. We
had developed the template of a completely new business that was audacious
in its scope. I felt good about my work; I had merged the fag world with
the needy straight guys. All is now well with the World.

I write these stories for your enjoyment but need feedback to continue.
Here is no pay involved and without feedback I wonder if anyone reads
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