Date: Wed, 14 Nov 2012 15:28:13 -0500
From: dave stout <dodge1191@hotmail.com>
Subject: Training the Submissive #1

Training The Submissive, Book #1

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The eager Trainee:

I scurried out to the Master's bedroom; it was time to wake him. I knelt
down next to the bed and gently peeled back his covers. Master liked to
have his balls licked as he woke up. I always licked the ball sweat in his
crotch nice and clean before I began sucking his cock. The underside of my
Master's balls are very sensitive and I licked them gingerly loving the
musky, nasty taste. My tongue lifted them up as I licked and felt those
big, beautiful balls rubbing on my nose. I then began a nice, slow suck
using my lips to massage his big cock. Master was awake now and pushing
himself off the bed; he pulled my face down deep onto his cock just once
then pulled me off and stumbled into the bath. This gave me the time to
ruminate on how I had been contracted out to service this man.

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Remembering back to my training:

I remembered back to how it all started. I was just another of those lost
young men who hadn't yet come fully to term with his sexuality. I was on my
own and work was hard to get. I had recently stumbled into a video-store
that had a glory hole in one of the booths. I was both elated and scared
but as I looked through the hole I saw a guy slowly jacking his cock in the
next booth. My first thought was to get the hell out of there but the
stronger urge to service that big, dripping cock took over as I knelt down
and put my mouth against the hole in the plywood. I sucked him off like his
cock was the tastiest thing ever to hit my mouth; I had to admit to myself
that it felt just wonderful. The cummy taste in my mouth was a reminder of
what I had just done as I headed out.

When I left the video store the guy was waiting for me. He introduced
himself as Mike and actually invited me for a sandwich at a diner down the
street. To this day I don't quite know why I accepted although I was
hungry. I related that I was new in town and needed to find work soon
before my money ran out. Over a second cup of coffee he outlined what he
called an opportunit6y for me.

Mike was sympathetic as he said, "It must be hard to be alone and out of
work; I can see that you were very hungry. I can help you if you've got an
open mind. I recruit for an organization that could use some new employees
and I think you might fit the bill. You just sucked my cock and did it with
an eagerness that I find admirable. The question is simple; do you want a
nice paying job that I think fits your personality or not. Our organization
is like a co-op with people who are both clients and owners."

I had to chuckle to myself with the shear absurdity of this calm job offer
from a man who had just filled my mouth with his cum. "I'm very interested,
tell me more I replied."

He slyly smiled as he said, "I thought you would be interested. Our group
provides personal servants to well off individuals that enjoy being
pampered. These boys perform a very personal service; it's much like a
barber or pedicurist. We typically assign a Girl or Guy to an outcall for a
two week to two month contract period. The client can be either a single
women or man or a couple. The service providers we recruit are people like
you who are naturally docile and eager to please. Our clients are well-off,
demanding and used to being serviced by eager submissives. I think that's
you; I think you're one of those guys who really is happiest when he's
pleasing someone. Quite a few of our clients want a male servant simply
because the humiliation factor is higher and that's fun. The only question
left is whether you want to get paid for it?"

I didn't take more than a minute to answer, "Yes Sir, I'm very interested
in how this all works; I certainly could use the money."

With just a slight chuckle he continued, "If I've read you right the money
won't be the main reason you'll fit right into our organization. That
brings up a major question for you to ponder; you've sucked my cock so we
know you're a cocksucker but how do you feel about being a personal slave?
It's very likely that you'll be contracted out to a man who wants the full
service that slave holders in antiquity enjoyed. The question is are you
just an average gay guy or are you a real submissive who gets off on
letting himself go and just sinks into his role of personal slave. Think
about it; are you a person who just wants to service a man regardless of
what the task is? It's an important question. There's no question that
you'll spend a lot of time serving in the bathroom and licking ass."

I had to think about it; what was the real reason I sought out guys to suck
off? Was I interested in cock or interested in the humiliation of servicing
a guy's cock? In the end I had to admit that what I enjoyed was the
humiliation of it all and that it would actually be more intense if I
thought of myself as owned by a guy. Kinda being consigned and having to
service him would certainly provide the intense feelings of submission that
I needed. As I said "Yes Sir, that's what I want." After I actually spoke
and admitted this to myself I felt just a little freer.

Mike smiled his I know what you are smirk and said, "You've taken a big
step here son; it's not easy to come to terms with who and what you
are. I've got the perfect guy for you; he knows exactly how he wants to be
served and isn't afraid to demand it of his servants. Even more important,
in the past he's enjoyed breaking in a new sub. You've got a lot to learn
and this first contract will get you on the right road. The contract is for
three months as a houseboy. You'll be paid $12,000 at the end. Like all of
our organization's dealings they promise you no permanent harm. Actually
our group enjoys the use of girls and boys who want to serve; few of our
customers want to have to continually force their servants. A docile,
natural submissive is much more fun to lead into the degradation they
need. Just sign here."

Of course I signed with a surprisingly shaky hand; this was a very big
step. I was all in now and I guess in my heart of heart I felt relieved to
be free of the search for myself. I was provided with a train ticket and an
address; I was quite literally on my way and continually considered just
what I was on my way to.

The trip ended a full day of travel at a very large, stone wall around a
huge house. I didn't have any time after I knocked to think about much
before I was on his way through the door and into a dimly lit, plush office
study. A tall man motioned me to my knees with a flourish of hands. The man
was on a phone and talking about a vacation; he just ignored me for a few
minutes. He was well over six feet with a little paunch, reddish hair and
about 45 years old.

As I looked around I could see that the large study was full of dark walnut
panels and carpets that seemed as thick as a baby's crib mattress, plush
indeed. The man hung up and said. "Well, well, you're a little early; let's
take a look at my new boy. You're kind of a scrawny little guy aren't you?
That's just the way I like them, skinny, submissive and docile."

The man who I assumed was to be my new Master had me get off my knees and
stand up. He was smiling broadly as he spoke, "My name is Kyle but you're
to call me Sir."

He was wearing a tan, silk bath robe and had a cocktail in his hand. I was
astonished when he fixed me one too. We sat down facing each other in wide
leather chairs and talked about things like the weather and my trip to his
house. As we made small talk his robe gradually parted and his large
genital package became quite visible, I couldn't stop looking and he made
no attempt to shield them from my eyes. He was very well hung, as the
saying goes and his circumcised cock wasn't totally soft yet it wasn't
fully erect either. It had to be almost 6" long and it was of sizable girth
also. There's something quite erotic about a long, half-hard penis! His
balls were full, low hanging and pink with that reddish complexion common
to Scotch, English heritage. I tried to avoid looking at the display of his
magnificent equipment, but it was difficult to not occasional glance at his
big prong; I had to admit I was a bit jealous; I only had a quite slender
4" prick and much smaller balls.

My thoughts were interrupted; Sir had resumed talking. "I realize that when
you're just starting out it takes an act of courage to admit just what you
are. You indicated in your application profile that you were really quite
inexperienced and had just started sucking cock; you needn't worry, I'll
teach you. This training will be rigorous and will probably confuse you at
times. I want you to know that contrary to what you might expect from a
Master, you can bring any questions you might have to me and I will do my
best to help you understand. There's a stigma that comes with being a
cocksucker but you'll come to understand that cocksucker's fill a valuable
place in male hierarchy. I want you to keep in mind that every male falls
into one of two groups; he is either straight or homosexual. If he's
homosexual he's either dominant or submissive. Every one of the dominant
bunch has one thing on his mind. A dominant male is always thinking about
having a warm, wet mouth to stuff his cock in.

The submissive male on the other hand lives to be dominated and
humiliated. He's ready to hand control over his life to a real man or
Master. He rightly feels his place is on his knees before a man's crotch. A
true sub-boy fights a constant urge to service a man's cock with his
mouth. Boys like you want to please the cock's owner by showing him how low
he will go to bring pleasure to the cock. Cock will always rule the
cocksucker's life whether he knows or acknowledges it or not."

"You should know that our little organization was started by some wealthy
people that only wanted to relax and be serviced in any way they want much
like it was in ancient Rome for the elite ruling classes. It took us a
while to find out that eager, happy submissives made much better
cocksuckers. I'm using the word cocksucker but you understand that you'll
be servicing much more of me than my cock; from your application I know
you're good with this but we have to just be sure. I'm sure you noticed
that our slave boys have to be volunteers, no kidnapping or coercion for
us. The men serving in our organization think only of pleasing the man
they're servicing and are excited by the shear humiliation of it all. A boy
like you, well to use biker-bar vernacular, you'll become their bitch."

"I'm telling you this so we can work towards your acceptance of who and
what you are. If you're really a cocksucker there's nothing you can do to
stop that urge from controlling your entire life. Fighting it will only
cause you misery and discontent. You'll never be satisfied with your life
not matter how successful or rich you are unless you acknowledge that you
were born to serve better men."

"We'll put you right, smack into the "service industry" he said with a wide
smile."

Was he right? Was my place between a man's legs, kneeling to suck on his
cock? I had to admit that these explicit thoughts he was telling me had me
very excited. I didn't want to get up and leave, I wanted to go ahead with
this. Maybe I was the submissive, cocksucker he was describing. The
thoughts of cock and balls to serve certainly made me excited.

Sir continued, "You're starting on a difficult journey boy; I'll help you
through it but you've got to just let yourself go and trust me. If you
trust me and accept your position you'll find yourself in the happiest
place you've ever been. During your training you'll not be abused and I
think you'll find me quite friendly yet demanding. Has long as you realize
your place is sucking cock you'll find that learning the skills of a
personal slave is enjoyable; you will want to please. Acceptance of your
role in life will free you to serve alpha males with the skill and
eagerness that they deserve."

I thought to myself that he might be right; I was very hot and already
thinking of myself as a slave boy.

"It's time to take your clothes off now boy, strip down while I'm
talking. You'll soon be performing the acts you've been fantasying
about. I'll lead you through them; all you have to do is obey me. It's been
our experience that boys like you make much better personal slaves after
they've accepted their place in life and therefore only think of the cock
in their mouth or the ass crack they have to lick; your owners crotch
becomes the center of your existence. Let's see what you look like now."

It's very embarrassing to strip naked while a man you've just met watches
you. My stiff little cock gave me away; I was very excited, there was no
hiding it. Sir got up and slowly circled me. He had me clasp my hands
behind my head and open my mouth as he pushed his fingers into it. Without
thinking I ran my tongue over his fingers feeling more like a slave boy
than ever. He cupped my balls and laughed at my little cock calling it more
of a cockette. I was told to bend over and spread my ass cheeks; it
couldn't be more humiliating, I guessed that that was the actually the idea
as he commented on my little ass-bud and how it would need
stretching. Finally I was directed to kneel in front of him as he sat down.

"You have to understand that I'm used to being pampered and expect the
best; I'll be patient with you but you will service me the way I desire,
whenever I desire. You've said you want to learn to be a personal
slave. You'll find that it's actually very personal and if you're able to
let yourself go and free your mind you'll find that you fit in perfectly.

Did you know that the ruling class in the 14th century had what they called
"cock-tenders)? I think you'll fit into that role. There's no romance with
me here; I tell you what to do and you obey me. Right now I want you
licking my balls as we talk; I bet your also wondering just how my big cock
will feel in your throat, will you be able to accommodate it?  You're in a
situation now that is just what you want and you'll get lots of the cocks
you've dreamed of to scratch that need. It's all very simple if you think
about it; there are people born to be served and others born to serve. You
know what you are and what'll make you happy. Why don't you take just my
cockhead in your mouth and just suckle it now?"

His cockhead was thick and stretched my mouth as it entered through my
lips. It felt good.

"Many of my friends enjoy having a boy like you visit their home or
business to service them and of course you'll find the mystery and
anticipation of a blind date with another alpha male owner exciting. I keep
referring to myself and friends as owners and it's true; the members of our
organization own you just as if they had purchased you at a slave
market. You'll be a possession like furniture or a prized pet. "

His big, purplish cockhead stretched my mouth out but it did feel good to
be swishing my tongue around it. Sir grabbed the side of my head and pulled
me off his cock as he said, "you'll get more cock in a minute, right now I
want you to get used to my crotch, its feel and smell. Get in close and
sniff my balls, use your nose to lift them and look at the skin under
them. Just get used to your owner's essence and think about your role as my
cocksucker. It's what you've always wanted to be."

It felt strange to slowly sniff and gaze upon his cock and balls; usually I
just plunged right in and sucked on it. Sir's crotch had that musty, sweet,
sour locker room odor, very manly, I liked it.

Sir said, "there's nothing that quite smells like man-crotch to a boy like
you, take a big whiff, smells good to you eh?"

The scent was actually intoxicating to me as I snaked my nose farther into
his crotch and up under his balls.

"Sir was getting a bit inpatient as he spoke, "I know you've sucked a man's
cock before and I'm sure you think you're good at it but in my house we
like to train boys in the fine art of cock-worship. There's a ritual
involved that once you learn it will bring your skill level to that of
art. You know our little organization isn't interested in beating our boys
into submission; it's much better to train a docile boy to willingly serve
his betters; an eager cocksucker sucks so much better. We'll start pretty
much at the beginning. It's time for me to show you just where you fit into
the big picture. It'll be a little uncomfortable for you but at the end of
the day you'll be a master cocksucker. I'll fasten your hands behind your
back only because that'll make it more difficult for you to perform but it
reinforces just where you fit in the house hierarchy and always
concentrates a slave boy on his most important role."

My new Master fully opened his robe showing his entire crotch and that
magnificent hard cock. "This is your real Master, serving the cocks of
alpha males was what you were born for if you're a true submissive slave. I
think it's what you've been seeking your entire life. Go ahead lick the
head, let's see your tongue boy."

I stuck out my tongue and gently ran it across that soft, purplish cock
head.

"Consider this as another little test boy, you'll find it quite a bit more
difficult to blow me without using your hands, let's see how you do."

I leaned in and felt that now familiar feeling as the rubbery cockhead
entered my mouth and with my wrists cuffed behind me.

"For now just nurse on the cockhead, without your hands you're helpless in
front of your owner; this should free you to serve his needs without any
question, you have no choice, get used to it."

He was right I felt free and also much more like a slave completely under
my Master's control. The freedom to service him without choice or thought
did seem to free me.

"Think about it as you suck my cock, once you're on your knees you are owed
no real consideration or respect from the man using you for his
pleasure. The fact is He's a real man and you're but a slave cocksucker, an
object of pleasure, a thing. A lot of cocksuckers wish that they were not
what they are and many try to deny the reality of it but a true submissive
will revel in his humiliation. Slave Cocksuckers might look like men, after
all, they have a dick between their legs like men, and they act like men
sometimes except when it comes to sex. But a cocksucker's dick is only for
pissing. He needs another man's cock to obtain the pleasure normal males
get from their own cocks. So you surrender yourself to your owner in order
to be fulfilled. You kneel and submit to your superior offering yourself
for his pleasure. If he takes you up on your offer, you get the supreme
honor of sucking his cock and finally feeling sexually whole while he uses
you."

He was right, on my knees sucking gently on his cock reinforced my role
here, I was just an object like a chair or sink, to be used and forgotten.

Sir continued, "Slave cocksuckers exist only to use their mouth cunt to
give men pleasure. You drew the short straw in life, you're a cocksucker,
not quite fully a man and you belong on your knees servicing your
owner. It's indeed your lot. Obviously you've reached the point where you
know what you are--a submissive cocksucker. You're really just a way for a
real man to enjoy his prick; A means to an end, indeed a cunt with a
tongue."

"At our club the ladies will use you as a bidet lapping a man's cum out of
their cunt until it's nice and clean. If you're very lucky the lady might
piss in your mouth. In any event you'll feel your best when your mouth is
full of cum or piss and your owner smiles and gives you a pat on the head."

It's difficult to describe the thoughts that his very frank assessment of
my position triggered. I was angry, excited and accepting, all at the same
time. In any event I continued sucking on his cock head, like a baby on a
binky; this must be what I was put on the earth to do, it felt so very
right.

"It's time now for you to get a real-time feel for just what your new role
will be. Suck me off now, make me cum, show me what you can do."

I began a slow and steady sucking on his thick cock. It stretched my lips
as wide as they had ever been. He was right it was much more difficult
sucking a cock without using your hands. I was trying hard to please but
must have fallen short as Master grabbed my head and forced his prick into
my throat opening. I gagged and gagged as he held my face tight into his
balls. My eyes were watering as he slowly pulled my head up on his cock
until only his cockhead rested on my lips. I was gasping and coughing but
kept that big head in my mouth as he lightly patted my cheeks.

"That's Ok boy, not to bad for your first time. You've been sucking cock
like a little girl; it's time for you to learn how men want their
cocksucker to perform. Suck me off again and I suggest that as I begin
forcing your throat you swallow; it'll ease entry into your throat."

Once again he used his hands to stroke my head, like you would a puppy, up
and down I went on his cock going a little farther each time. He was now
actually using my mouth to jerk himself off. He told me to take a breath
and then plunged into my throat. I gagged but it was a bit better as he
pulled out again. My mouth was spewing saliva like a gusher; I kinda sensed
he was close as his cock swelled even larger. His cockhead rested on my
tongue as he spurted out creamy, Salty cum.

"Don't swallow boy, just let it fill your mouth then squish it
around. It'll help you get used to the taste of man-cum. You'll soon feel
out of sorts if you don't have an after taste of cum in your mouth. "I
liked the taste and as I looked at his face and that sly smirk I felt every
bit the slave he wanted me to be.

"Ok boy swallow my cock juice down." I gulped it down and licked my lips
clean. I didn't have to be told, remembering what he had told me, and began
licking his sticky, softening prick off. As I looked up at him, Sir gave me
that little smirk of his as he said; "that wasn't too bad for your first
session but we've got to work on your throat-service; you've got to be able
to throat a cock of any size, it's what we want and there'll be no half
measures allowed. We'll teach you to take a cock right into your gullet,
hell; you'll be able to swallow a horse-cock when we're done."

Sir gave me a little booklet to study saying that, "you need to study this
and fully understand that you must willfully submit to your owners whatever
they want for they know what's best for you. This will help you ease into
the role you were born for."



Training the Submissive 2: The Service Manifesto

You've been given this booklet because we think you'll be an adequate body
slave when you're full trained. In order to clearly embrace your role as a
service provider you must first understand who you are and what you
are. It's important to clearly think it through. An experienced cocksucker
should discuss the manifesto with his feeder-owner to form an ongoing
agreement for sexual services.

Your feeder-owner might want to add services not mentioned or add detail to
specific actions. A cocksucker cannot be shy and will usually be pleasantly
surprised to find that his man will be flattered by his candor. The
manifesto is a pleasant "talking point" that a cocksucker can use to
outline the services he's proficient at. It's also true that talking
frankly explicitly about servicing a man is very exciting to both the
alpha-male and his submissive.

An example of the thought process you will adopt, "As a cocksucker I
realize my place is between the legs of my feeder. I am a cocksucker and I
realize my sexual fulfillment depends on the level of pleasure I give to my
feeder along with his generosity in allowing me to gain nourishment from
his manhood."

I must always keep the real facts of life in mind. "In life there are

superior men and followers. It's the natural order that some superior men
want to be worshipped while many followers want to be worshippers. Men
automatically sort out into a hierarchy of superior men and their
followers. This happens formally in the military all over the world, it
happens in small tribes, in happens with gangs, it happens anytime men get
together without women. Looser hierarchies occur when females are involved
with the men, but men still naturally sort out from superior to inferior,
top to bottom, he who is the god, and he who worships the god. Men always
gravitate to Dominant and submissive roles in their relationships because
there is something so deeply and profoundly satisfying for a superior Man
to be worshiped and serviced by submissive males. It's equally satisfying
perhaps even more satisfying, for submissive males to have the opportunity
to serve and worship a superior Man, who'll guide, control, and even own
them in a form of consensual slavery mutually without guilt"

"As a cocksucker, I realize my only real sexual organs are my mouth,
tongue, and throat. I know that my only need is to pleasure my feeder from
my perch at my true place, kneeling between his legs. I was born to be a
cocksucker and can only be content when humiliating myself by worshipping
the cock of my feeder-owner."

I have no needs other than his needs. As a cocksucker, I solemnly vow,

without hesitation or regret to work hard to train my willing mouth. I Know
I belong on my knees in awe at the opportunity to service the manhood of
the alpha-male feeder.  I have to be very ready to accept my feeder's thick
semen.  It's my nourishment, my job to be his cum receptacle in any manner
that he requires."

"I give my feeder my best for this is what he deserves for allowing me to

nourish myself on the head of his prick. I promise to maintain such focus

on his cock and his pleasure that it becomes the center of my universe.

I'll learn when he needs me to suck, swallow, gag, stroke, and choke

without his having to tell me. If he only wants me to suckle on his

cockhead then that's what I'll do. I know my place in the world and love

and embrace being a cocksucker as this is the only way I can perform to my
feeder's satisfaction."

"I accept that my feeder is allowed to say whatever he wants or call me

whatever name he thinks appropriate while I am pleasuring him. I'll show my
addiction and need for his cock and cum by begging for it if need be, for a
Cocksucker has no standing, no pride."

"He's welcome to make my mouth a willing and anxious hole for his warm,

nourishing semen as I will swallow my Feeder's cum with pride.  I must

learn every nuance of his cock and what pleasures him the most then meekly
surrender to deep throating, surrender to face-fucking, surrender to
multiple cocks or offering to be used as his urinal."

"If he wants me to lick his ass-crack I know that I must kneel and bury my
face between his manly twin globes with my tongue out; after all it is my
place."

"I'll never stop until my owner is finished with me and truly satisfied. I
must be ready for an alpha male superior at any time, or any place.  As a
cocksucker, I realize that my sexual identity, my sense of self is tied to
the cock of a superior man."

"I know that in life I will only achieve fulfillment through the

Graciousness and charity of my feeder and hereby vow with all sincerity to
service my feeder to the best of my ability and strive to improve my

technique through constant training and practice."

"The consequences in breaking this contract will result in my spiritual,

sexual, and physical starvation; I will be denied the pleasure of servicing
my owner's cock. I was put on this earth to serve and only performing as a
happy cocksucker fulfills me."

Previous:

"Don't swallow boy, just let it fill your mouth then squish it
around. It'll help you get used to the taste of a man's cum. You'll soon
feel out of sorts if you don't have a constant after taste of cum in your
mouth. Did you like it?"

 "I liked the taste Sir" I said and as I looked at his face and that sly
smirk I felt every bit the slave he wanted me to be.

"Ok boy swallow my cock juice down." I gulped it down and licked my lips
clean. I didn't have to be told, remembering what he had told me, and began
licking his softening prick off.

------------------------------------------------------------------------

As I think back on my training I realize how incredibly lucky I was to have
been accepted into Sir's service. He gently and firmly taught me my
place. His explanations of how to serve were spot-on. He took it slow with
me and was always free with an explanation of "the correct way" to service
your owner.

A new Day, another new skill:

Sir called me into the big bathroom; as I now knew how I should behave I
entered and fell to my knees on the cold tile, just as I had been
taught. The room was huge and full of unusual bath furniture. He was
sitting on this odd looking chair reading. After a short time he
acknowledged me and began talking in his soft, deep, authoritative voice;
"we're going to advance your training today and I think I'll begin with a
nice, slow rim job. In case you haven't already realized what that is,
that's when a cocksucker like you uses his tongue to pleasure his owner; he
licks his owner's ass crack, it's one of the most relaxing sensations
available when you have a boy slobbering up and down your ass crack with
his hot, wet tongue. The chair I'm sitting on is called a rim-chair and it
allows me to relax in comfort with my ass crack spread open just like I'm
sitting on a toilet. While I read and shed the stress of the day you'll be
underneath licking my asshole. There really isn't a nicer way to spend an
hour or so. But first, since you're a newbie and I promised you I'd lead
your training I'll give you a good look so you can contemplate just how
your tongue will feel in my ass crack."

With that, Sir just got up and turned around, bending over and telling me
to spread his ass-cheeks and take a good long look at the deep crack my
tongue would soon be swabbing out. As I gently parted his cheeks I looked
into the crevice and could see the crinkled, little hole deep down. There
was a strong, musky, man smell that I didn't find really unpleasant. I
could hear him now, "ok son, when I sit down I want you to use that fat,
wet tongue up and down my ass crack, especially around my asshole. Don't
get any ideas though; The only thing that goes into my asshole is a boy's
wet tongue. Get to it now son."

I had plenty of room to slide under Sir's ass because he was about four
inches higher than my face; I wondered how this would work when I sensed
that he was lowering down onto me. The chair adjusted; he had thought of
everything.

I moved into position under Sir's butt and it smelled warm and good with
heavy musty male body odors. I very tentatively started to lick up and down
the entire ass crack then centered my tongue onto the hole and cleaned it
good all around the outside. I concentrated on the rosebud and cleaned it
nicely. It tasted like Sir's body smelled, clean, strong, and male. I never
experienced so many new experiences before. My mind was spinning as the
humiliation washed over me; my tongue was an ass wipe; how had this
happened?

I heard Sir urging me on, "That feels great boy, now get that tongue in
that hole and clean it out good. You're now a slave-boy and ass-licking is
always required. There's room for you to spread my butt with your hands and
my asshole with your thumbs to get that tongue up there as far as you can."

I did as ordered. I spread his ass cheeks and sunk my tongue into his
asshole as deep as I could get it. Sir began to moan and move his butt to
fuck my tongue with his ass. I got some of the best flavors I have ever
tasted that day. I cleaned every bit of his hole and loved it.

I did wonder what was happening to me.  A few days before I wouldn't have
considered doing anything like that to anyone and here I was cleaning out
this man's asshole; I was acting as eager as very the first pig to the
trough. I did have to admit to myself that I was content as I sucked on his
hole with pleasure.

On another day:

I was kneeling on the cold tile floor of my owner's bathroom. Sir had told
me that there was nothing more erotic for a boy like me than a bathroom and
he was right; I shivered with shame and anticipation as my knees hit the
tile. It was exciting being in my owner's most private place, the room
where he showered, defecated and pissed in. My role here had been explained
in great detail over the last few days. "It won't be very long now and
you'll have your first taste of piss; it's a service that your owners enjoy
and you'll find that it'll help you understand just what your status
is. Every time you look at my cock think about that big piss-slit and how
it'll soon spew out my warm, pungent piss into your mouth; think about it
and get ready. When my cock is in your mouth and you run the tip of your
tongue through my piss slit think about that slit widening as my piss spews
out."

Once he had described this new task I had to master, it played out in my
head just as he had told me it would. At first it seemed a dirty and
degrading proposition but as I thought it through I came to accept it as
inevitable. It was what Sir wanted and by extension what I had to
accept. Just as he had described it the thought of urinal training floated
through my head every time his cock was in my mouth. It was finally time;
my thoughts had centered around this new task for days now and the
humiliation of just thinking of this actually gave me a hardon. In the end
when it was time I actually was looking forward to it.

It was Time:

My owner was laughing as he took hold of my head and pushed his big cock
head into my mouth. "Just let that cockhead lay across your tongue then
close your lips to form a nice tight seal. I know you're new to this so
I'll piss slowly until you get used to it. Just swallow till I'm done, I
know what you can handle, trust me. I'll give you a couple of minutes now
so you can think about what you're about to do" he told me.

I knew what was coming but wanted to make my Master proud and anyway in my
state of arousal his words didn't raise the sense of revulsion I should
otherwise have felt. In fact, I was now anxious to experience this man's
piss flooding my mouth; it was the next step and I wanted so much to please
him. The thought process that Sir had fostered had put my head halfway
between eager and resigned and the weighty cock on my tongue only added
punctuation to my inevitable humiliation; I suddenly felt the first few
drops.

"That's it son, keep your lips nice and tight on my cockhead for your first
taste. Here comes another little spurt for you, keep it in your mouth,
swish it around, don't swallow yet."

His little spurt filled my mouth with warm, salty piss. I didn't swallow,
holding it in my cheeks. "Ok Son, now that you've a mouthful I want you to
look me in the eyes and squish the piss around with your tongue; I want you
to get used to the taste of my piss; it's what I want."

I looked up at his face; he had that smirking, taunting look in his eyes; I
was now his urinal, nothing more than a piss-boy. I felt the humiliation of
it all washing over me like a monster wave. It felt wonderful, terrible all
at the same time. I absolutely knew I belonged here and that scared me.

Sir quickened his pace with longer streams of piss. He would tap my head
when he wanted me to swallow (Flush?). It certainly bought home my place; I
was now a fixture in the bathroom to be used when needed. It didn't matter,
it was what he wanted. As he finished Sir had me stir my mouthful of piss
with my tongue, stirring it with an open mouth, showing it to him
proudly. It was what he wanted.

Another day, another learning opportunity:

I was suckling on Sir's cock as he read, he liked to stay right on the edge
of cumming and I had learned to read the signs. He put his book down and
said, "You're now my bitch son, you like to serve me and I like the
ultimate relaxation of having a cocksucker make love to my cock; it's all
good. You've no choice because your nature makes you a cocksucker without a
say in anything that happens to please me. During our long sessions your
there strictly to suck my cock and lick my balls, to serve, service,
please, pleasure and amuse me with your pussy-mouth. You've learned that
you get absolutely nothing in return except for a big load of warm, sticky
cum in your mouth. You were created to serve and eat my big wad of jism."

My lips were stretched wide over his cock as I began moving my head

back and forth, up and down over his magnificent cock, each time pushing

more and more of his hot cock-meat into my eager mouth.

Sir was saying, "Open your eyes and look at me as you suck my cock, I want
to see those nice, thick cocksucker lips wrapped around my cock." I was now
sucking as hard as I could; I was hot for him to make me his cum-dump. I
heard a door open in the background and abruptly started to pull off of
Sir's cock. I was rewarded with a very forceful slap across my face.

"No, no, boy, keep your attention on my cock; that's where your thoughts
and Efforts belong, keep sucking. Hi, Jason, I'm glad you came over; it'll
give me a chance to show off my new cocksucker. It's his first time in
front of someone and an audience will be good for him. It's always kind of
a stretch for these boys to service their man with an audience. The first
time is tough for them; they've already surrendered to their urge to submit
and now a spectator is added. It's like their shy about letting others know
they are cocksuckers."

I looked up at Sir as I continued to service his cock, I had well over five
inches of thick cock in my mouth and I was running my tongue over the head
of his cock each time I sucked it in. I could feel it bump against the back
of my mouth and I gagged as it pushed against my throat opening. I pulled
off of his cock and then pushed back in again. I was careful not to take it
too deep. I ran my tongue over it and bathed with my saliva making it
easier for the big cock to slide easier between my lips.

I began to pull it out and then back in, my tongue running over it as my
lips sucked hard on his cock.  I could hear Sir making small talk with this
Jason person in the background. It was quite surreal; I was worshipping his
cock while he talked about the weather and baseball. I began to really
enjoy the hot cock in my mouth. I could feel it throbbing around in my
mouth and having an audience actually made me even more aware of my role as
a cocksucker; I didn't think it was possible to be more humiliated.

Sir cupped my head in his hands and pulled me off his prick as he said,
"Put Your hands down to your sides and don't move them. I want to fuck

your face, show Jason what fun a guy can have training a cocksucker. Relax
and breathe through your nose and it'll be much easier for you. I'll enjoy
it either way. You're going to have to learn to swallow all eight inches of
my cock and now's as good a time as any. I don't care if you choke and gag,
you'll just have to get used to taking it deep into your throat. I already
told you that there will be no half-measures here."

I was very apprehensive as he used his hands and gripped my head very
tightly. I knew He was watching as I hesitantly dropped my hands to my side
with my fists clenched in anxious anticipation. I really felt the
helplessness of submission now; I was naked on my knees before my owner,
waiting for his cock to plunge thru my lips. While all the time a stranger
looked on at my submission. Sir rubbed his cockhead over my lips and I just
naturally opened my mouth to welcome it as Sir and Jason watched.

I felt my owner's large hands gripping my head ever tighter and I knew that
I was now powerless to stop him from fucking my mouth; I wasn't even sure I
didn't Want the mouth fuck. I remember thinking that this would surely be a
gentle act, not a brutal fucking. Sir had been so patient and understanding
in my training so far. I felt my head being pulled forward as his thick
cock entered my mouth deeper than ever before.

"AAAHHH," I gagged as the cock pushed against the back of my throat.

"AAAHHH," I cried out again, as Sir pulled it out and then plunged it back
in again, forcing me to gag.  Tears began falling from my eyes as the cock
gagged me each time it pushed deep into my mouth.

I heard Sir saying, "Breathe through your nose boy, try to relax your
throat. You're going to take my cock down your throat whether you like it
or not. I've got no use for someone who doesn't devote his all to my
pleasure; this is for my pleasure only. Your gagging grabs my cock and
milks it so I don't care how you feel, I like it. Just do it."

Sir pushed his cock further into my mouth again, over 5 inches was now
buried in my mouth, two inches still to go. I'm sure he felt me gagging
again, this time he didn't pull back; he just let it soak there forcing my
throat to open wide to take the giant throbbing cock, forcing me to
accommodate his cock-spear.

I couldn't help it and began to violently choke as the thick cock pushed
through into my skinny throat opening. "AAAHHH, GGGGRRRRR, UUUUGGGHHH," I
gagged and choked as my throat opening was forced by the brutal thrusts of
his cock. Tears were running down my cheeks and gushers of saliva and
precum ran out of the corners of my mouth. I had managed to keep my eyes
glued to Sir as he forced his cock into my spasming gullet. "AAGGGHH," I
cried out around the thick cock pushed into the back of my mouth, slowly
entering my throat again. I knew that my gag reflex was milking his cock
head as it spasmed around it.  This time he didn't pull out but instead
increased the pressure, pushing ever deeper into my throat.  My mouth
opened wide as I choked and gagged on cock with tears running down my
cheeks.

He was holding my head tightly as he forced my throat to accept this brutal
fucking. "That's a good boy, just open your throat for me, take my cock in
deeper" he said.

He pulled his cock from my throat and must have heard me gasp as I sucked
in fresh air.

"Tongue it," he ordered and his cock twitched in anticipation.

"It's time again son, open wide like before and take a deep breath, relax
your throat."  His hands gently ran over my face before tightly gripping my
head once again.

I willed my body to brace for more throat fucking. I sucked in as much
breath as I could and felt that now familiar big cock push into my mouth.
He continued to feed his cock into my mouth, slowly at first, slowly
pushing in until he reached the back of my mouth again.  I couldn't help
it, I gagged as it hit my tonsils and his cock began to slowly slide down
my throat. The saliva on his cock helped it to slide in deeper as I choked
again on cock. I sensed my throat opening up for his brutal cock.  I felt
the giant cock expand my throat opening as it ever so slowly widened.

I heard him speaking to Jason, "don't you love those cocksucking noises?
It's like beautiful music. He's getting used to it a little now and his
throat contractions really feel good on my prick."

 Over six inches of hard cock was now resting in my throat and I felt him

Continue pushing cock into my throat.  I gagged again, the large cock
choking me as it slowly forced itself again and again into my gullet.  I
felt his hands caressing my neck, feeing his cock invading my
throat. "Aggghhh," I gasped as the cock in my mouth finally pushed fully
into my throat; all eight inches of hard, erect cock had now disappeared
into my mouth-cunt.  I choked as my mouth was pushed into his pubes with
his ball sack on my chin.

"Good boy, you now have all of my cock buried in your cocksucking mouth. I
can feel your throat muscle massaging my cock. You'll be a great cocksucker
for me from now on.  I know I'll enjoy your hot lips wrapped around my cock
as I deep-dick your throat.  Now suck my cock; I want you to make me cum."

Damm I was proud of myself; I had done it, Sir was happy. The cock invader
felt a little bit more natural now. I could concentrate and accommodate it;
I was servicing him as he wanted now. He was patting my head happy in my
submission to his will.

He pulled his cock from my throat and let me gasp and suck in air. His cock
pulled out until only my sore lips were wrapped around the head of his
cock.  I snaked my tongue out and tongue lashed his piss slit, coaxing some
pre-cum from his cock.

I felt his hands on my head loosen up as he pulled his cock out of my mouth
with a Little popping sound and I finally sucked in a breath of fresh
air. I heard him again compliment me on being a "good cocksucker".  I felt
ashamed and at the same time, proud.  I had managed to swallow all of his
cock down my gullet and hadn't died. It had hurt and the gagging and
choking still brought tears to my eyes but I had done it and I was pleased
with myself.

I still wanted to please him so I massaged his cock with a wide tongue
motion and sucked his cockhead like it was a juicy lollypop. I'd never felt
more submissive as I moved my head up and down, sucking his cock and
licking the side of his cock with her tongue, bathing it in her saliva,
mixed with his pre-cum.

I had forgotten there was another person in the room when he said, Look at
him suck your cock, so eager and docile," Jason exclaimed as he watched my
head moving up and down Sir's cock sliding in and out between my tightly
clenched lips.

I'm sure I turned red in embarrassment knowing that Jason was watching me

suck my owner off. I realized that as soon as Sir filled my mouth with cum
Jason's cock would replace his in my mouth. I wasn't quite sure how I felt
about that but knew that I had no choice. I continued my sucking duty
thinking only of his cum filling my mouth. I heard Sir groaning and knew he
would soon be cumming.  I felt his hands move back to the side of my head,
gripping me ever tighter just as he pulled my mouth down and pushed it into
my throat.  "GGGGHHHHRRR, AAAGGGHH," I choked and sputtered as the hard
cock filled my throat, forcing all eight inches of hard cock into my gullet
until my lips were crushed against his stomach.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth and I want you to hold it until I tell you
to swallow. Now be a good boy and make me cum."

My tongue moved rapidly over his cock. I could taste some of his precum
already and knew that in only minutes my mouth would be filled with his
hot, salty cum. I moved my head up and down, sucking his cock, kinda using
my lips to jerk him off, pulling his hot cum from his balls. I heard him
groan and felt the big cock twitch and jerk in my mouth. I heard him groan
again and felt a wad of thick cum shoot out into my mouth. It bathed my
tongue with his salty cum as I sucked gently on the head of his cock,
coaxing another load of hot cum to spurt into my mouth. My instinct was to
swallow but I had my orders. It was what he wanted.

Sir tilted my head up so I could see into his eyes; he had that "I know
exactly who and what you are" wide smirk on his face as he told me, "Very
good son, use your tongue to squish it around in your mouth, get used to my
taste. Now open your mouth and show me and Jason your mouthful of cum, your
reward. That looks nice, Ok boy, swallow it down now."

I swallowed hard enough to allow the hot cum into my stomach, coating my
sore, abused throat. He had totally filled my oral cavity with sperm and it
was like swallowing hot, creamy oatmeal. It took three swallows to get all
the sperm load down. I began re-sucking his cock and running my cummy
tongue around his cock; it seemed as natural as breathing.

"You see Jason, look at how eager he is; once you've ejaculated into a
boy's mouth he becomes very compliant. Look at those lips so tightly
wrapped around my cock, he's stretched wide open."

Sir tilted my face up as he told me, "I'm proud of you son, you learn well,
you'll make a great cocksucker for us. Now do Jason, suck my friends cock
and make him cum. It's what I want."

What could I do? The taste of cum was strong in my mouth and yet another
cock needed to be pleasured, another man to relieve. I thought to myself,
"and so it goes" has I shuffled over to service Jason.

It was after supper and Sir was relaxing with his friend Jason. I might
have been simply another piece of furniture as they ignored me until
needing more beer. They had porn DVDs on the wide screen and were as naked
as I was. Sir motioned me to that very special place on the floor between
his legs. I assumed he wanted his cock sucked again until he corrected me.

"No son, I've got to piss and I want to use your mouth, just open your
mouth and stick your tongue out, just like I taught you. You've got to see
this Jason; I've really got him trained now, just watch."

Even now after all my training I felt embarrassed kneeling there ready to
perform In front of my owner's friend. Sir wanted to piss in my mouth and
it was my place to be his urinal but it was still embarrassing. My owner
stood up and laid his cock on my tongue; I knew enough not to suck it. I
was trained to just wait and think about the gift to come.

Suddenly, a rush of hot, acrid fluid sprayed into the back of my throat
suddenly causing a slight gag reflex. I managed to control the reflex and
swallow it down. I looked up and saw Sir smiling as he let out a second
spurt. The second one took several quick swallows to get down and then I
worked into a rhythm of big swallows as he emptied his full bladder into my
waiting mouth. He must have had a full bladder because he kept the flow
going for what seemed like minutes but was probably only 30 to 45
seconds. As I continued my rhythmic swallowing he began rubbing my head in
an affectionate way as with a pet while talking to his friend Jason.

"Making them drink your hot piss is the ultimate in surrender you
know. Right now this boy is in humiliation-heaven having surrendered to me
in this most degrading way.  He's feeling the full depth of what it means
to be submissive to another man and drinking my piss is the way he can tell
me he wants to service me in any way I desire."

When the flow stopped he kept up a slow but steady fucking motion in my
mouth till his cock was cleansed of all residual piss and my saliva had
washed it clean. "Your boy did good, he's a born cocksucker." Jason said.



At the end of Chapter #3:

"Making them drink your hot piss is the ultimate in surrender you
know. Right now this boy is in humiliation-heaven having surrendered to me
in this most degrading way.  He's feeling the full depth of what it means
to be submissive to another man and drinking my piss is the way he can tell
me he wants to service me in any way I desire."

When the flow stopped he kept up a slow but steady fucking motion in my
mouth till his cock was cleansed of all residual piss and my saliva had
washed it clean.

"Your boy did good, he's a born cocksucker." Jason said.

In This Chapter:

I learn the who along with the what of my transformation; what I've become
as my owner loans me out to one of his friends. It puts me in some very
erotic and humiliating scenarios as I strive to become the best cocksucker
I can be; it's what he wants.

Cast: Kyle / Sir, owner-----Chrissy / me, Kyle's slutboy-------Bob, Kyle's
college friend------Webb, Bob's young, college bound young son

My owner was gently using my mouth as I knelt between his legs suckling on
his cock like a baby on a teat, keeping him right on the edge of wanting to
fuck my mouth. He was reading and my mouth had been stretched around his
cock now for over an hour. "You know boy I think I'm going to let a few of
my buddies sample your skills. You're good enough now to make them envy me
and it sounds like fun to show you off. I've an e-mail from an old college
roommate who's looking for a boy that he can use to instruct his son. It's
a weekend away for you but I can always get another faggot to keep my cock
happy for a while. Get dressed and I'll send you on your way."

As I dressed I thought how odd, I had been completely naked for a few weeks
now and being clothed felt very strange. I didn't really understand where
this was going with his, "instruct his son" thing. I did know that I was
without a choice and that in the end I'd be ok with it for Sir knew best.

I used my GPS to find the house; it was a moderately expensive home in one
of those subdivisions that feature landscaped acreage and lots of trees; it
was quite a pleasant area. I couldn't have been more nervous as I rang the
doorbell. An older man in swim trunks answered; "you must be the boy Kyle
told me about, come on in, I'm Bob."

I followed him through the house into a very pleasant little room just off
a patio with an in-ground pool; there was a swimmer doing laps in the
water. It was surreal; the guy (Bob) fetched me a glass of lemonade and we
talked about our lucky streak of great weather.

Bob was the perfect host as we talked, "I'm not sure just how much Kyle
told you about your role here so I'll just dive right in. I borrowed you to
show my son how to use a cocksucker before he goes to college, how about
you stripping naked like a good suckboy."

He told me to get naked as calmly as he might have commented on how good
the tomatoes were growing this season. This matter of fact calmness only
reinforced my submissive bent, it was incredibly hot.

I was stripped naked when the swimmer came over using a towel to dry off. I
noted to myself that while they both were redheads that's where the
similarities ended. Bob was only about 5'10" tall and sported a pretty
pudgy belly while his son had a swimmer's body and was well over 6 feet
tall. I was directed to sit on the tile floor as they talked.

"I think you'll like this Webb; a lot of times in school you just can't
afford the time it takes to romance a girl but you're still horny; having a
cocksucker on hand to drain your balls is the perfect solution. You don't
have to buy them dinner or flowers and they'll pretty much do anything you
want just to get your cum load. It's a perfect solution. When I was in
college with Kyle we shared a cocksucker boy between us our last two years;
a good time was had by all," he said with a laugh.

Bob continued, "if we were in ancient times I'd take you to the slave
market and let you pick out your own suckboy. In those times the son of one
of the elites was just followed around by his cocksucker who was trained to
perform whatever service that would please his Master. We can't completely
own a slave now but that's Ok when you realize that men have been using
cocksuckers throughout history. There are always guys who strive for the
humiliation of servicing an alpha-males cock. Today I'll teach you how to
train and use a cocksucker. Watch this, Get up here cocksucker."

I was excited just listening to him talking to his kid and scampered closer
to Bob as he had ordered. He smiled at me and smacked me across the face,
it hurt but I didn't move as he said, "See, you can pretty much do whatever
you want. This is one of the few times when you can be as arrogant as you
want without ramifications." Bob very lightly smacked my cheek again then
put a couple of his finger into my mouth. Of course I sucked on them. He
stood up and had me remove his trunks and has I lowered them his fat cock
snapped out. When he stepped out of his trunks his cock was right in my
face.

"Webb why don't you get out of those wet swim trunks and I'll show you the
right way to train your cocksucker; you've got to take control right
away. He'll blow me first so you can see how it goes then it'll be your
turn. Suck my cock now boy."

He smirked as I took his cockhead into my mouth, somehow the familiar, feel
of a rubbery cockhead felt even better than usual; I think it was the
erotic sense of being watched by his son as I was controlled.

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 fuck like girls and teach them to suck you off
and lick your ass. He began face fucking me by grabbing my head 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, 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, just part of the service. Just look in his eyes as he
services me, you'll see gratitude, fear and then ultimately submission to
his superior. Kyle did well with this boys training, I've got all 8 inches
in his throat and he just accepts it as his job, his duty."

He was now pulling out a couple of inches then thrusting it right back into
my throat; he was using my tight throat to jerk himself off. Then the Dad
tensed up and came in my mouth. It happened just as I was gasping around
his cock, buried deep 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 this 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 treatment." As my breath came back
to normal I acted to agree with him by leaning forward and licking his
cockhead clean using the flat of my tongue. "Do you see Son, just what I
told you? He likes this treatment and that allows you to have him service
you by doing anything that makes your cock twitch. Remember that a
cocksucker's mouth is deeper than any cunt and when you punch through into
his gullet his throat muscles will milk your cum out; a cocksucker's mouth
is really a cunt with a tongue; there's nothing quite like a trained
mouth."

He continued pounding in and out of my mouth as he talked to his son. I
felt like a prop used to prove his points when he suddenly pulled my mouth
off his cock and positioned it onto his balls. Of course I stuck my tongue
out and licked like I had an ice cream cone at my lips.

"I think it's time you took just a little sample of just how nice it is to
have your own, personal cocksucker pleasuring you. Look at how eagerly he's
tonguing my balls; it's really interesting how dedicated a true cocksucker
is to servicing a guy. He's going to be mouthing your cock in a minute but
first you need to know a few facts that are important. When you've got your
own cocksucker it's good to know a few rules. A lot of guys abuse sissy
boys; that's just stupid. A cocksucker is a valuable commodity and a smart
guy will make him comfortable in the role he's accepted as his."

"I always set them down and make small talk before I get sucked off. This
really works; we both know that he's there to suck on my cock and swallow
my load and talking like he was a normal guy just kinda forces the suck-boy
to acknowledge how much he wants my cock; it throws them off balance. I
know it sounds weird but that's how it seems to work. You should also make
sure he's comfortable; ask if he wants a pillow to kneel on before he
starts to blow you. A cocksucker that's comfortable serves the best; you
need to show concern for their well being just as you would a pet dog. They
also like it when you caress their cheeks while sucking you off and a nice,
soft pat on the head when your cocksucker is gulping down your cum works
wonders in making a cocksucker want to excel at servicing you."

Bob used both hands to pull my face from his balls and just motioned me to
Webb as he said, "Get over there and suck my son's cock. Show him how much
you like your mouth full of cock."

I actually scampered over to the son quickly falling onto my knees in
between his legs. His young cock was thick, hard and impressive with a big,
purplish head split by a piss slit that seemed as wide as the mouth of a
cannon. The boy looked at me with a wry smile as he held his cock out to my
eager lips. I engulfed the cock head and started a slow up and down
technique as I heard the Father in the background.

"Remember what I told you Webb, make sure he looks you in the eye as he
sucks you off and make sure he keeps his hands behind his back. The rule is
a cocksucker performs best when he concentrates on the cock in his mouth
and not his own little thing. When a suck-boy is really trained he will
only cum when he's sucking a real man off; that's the way it should be and
when they make eye contact as they blow you their acknowledging the
submission to you that they need."

He was right, I felt really the slave-boy when I looked into Webb's green
eyes with a mouthful of cock and my hands behind my back. It was so
demeaning it made me shudder. This must have been what it was like when an
ancient Roman purchased a boy at the slave market for the amusement of a
son.

Webb said, wow Dad, this is awesome; his mouth is so tight and warm. Can I
make him take more?"

Bob quickly answered, "Oh sure Webb, work it into his throat, just do it
slowly so he gets used to its feel filling his cavity; do it slow while you
look into his eyes. I always find that very enjoyable when I control my
cocksucker. Actually Son, once you get a cocksucker in the zone you can
pretty much do what you want, piss in his mouth, make him tongue your ass,
It's all good."

I was giving Webb the best suck I could as I concentrated on tightening my
lips and pressing my tongue firmly against his cock on every up stroke. I
sensed the kid tightening up when without any other warning his cum spurted
into my mouth. As I had been taught I just tightened my lips around the
base of his cockhead and swallowed the thick, salty man-juice. On the
second spurt my own cock gushed and I came on Webb's feet. He finished with
a satisfied sigh and just as his Dad had told him; he gently stroked my
head as you might a puppy that had just fetched your slippers. I thought to
myself that I wasn't that puppy; I was a cocksucker who had fetched a huge
cum-load.

Bob was laughing as he said, "I remember when it took so little sucking to
make me cum; you don't have to worry Son, the next couple of times you cum
today will be slower and even more satisfying. Tell your cocksucker how you
want him to clean you up now before we go on."

Webb put his hands on my cheeks and looked at me with those wide, green
eyes as he said, "use your tongue cocksucker, lick my sticky cock and balls
clean but first lick your cum off of my feet, get to it now boy."

I was quite a bit older than Webb but I had to admit I was now his "boy"
after swallowing his cum load and actually looking forward to licking his
crotch clean. The almost dry cum on his feet was cold now and while not
unpleasant; it did taste different than other loads I had swallowed.

"Look at him lapping at your cock, cleaning off the traces of cum that are
left. Do you see just how nice it is to have a cocksucker at your beck and
call, ready to service you? When you're in college you'll find it's really
pretty easy to find yourself a suck-boy; all you have to do is be aware of
who's looking at you in the shower or men's room. You'll have to lead them
on a little but it's a bunch easier than with a broad."

"There's no reason to buy dinner, flowers or jewelry just show your cock
and tell the boy what you want him to perform. No romance, no drama just
ball draining on your terms. It'll allow you a lot more time to study. The
only thing you have to keep in mind is that these cocksucker's want to be
dominated and you don't want to ever accept half-measures. If your boy
chokes and gags on your cock just enjoy the sensation of his throat
spasming around your dick. If he doesn't want to let you piss in his mouth
just tell that he gets no more of your cock until he agrees. Tell him to
think it over; if he's the skilled cocksucker you want he'll come around
after thinking it through and usually then the cocksucker will try to
become the perfect piss drinker for you. Remember, no half measure, only
full service. By the way, do you have to piss? I usually have to after a
cum."

"Yeah Dad, I do." Webb said as I finished licking him clean.

"Ok Son, usually a boy like this can take your piss-load right down without
spilling a drop but since you'll have to train your own boy at University
lets all go into the bathroom and I'll show you how to get a cocksucker
acclimated to being your urinal."

Of course I knew what was going to happen; I was toilet trained after all
but it was exciting to think that this was Bob's Son's first time and his
Dad was going to show him how to train his own piss-boy by demonstrating on
me. My little cock was hard just thinking about it as I followed them into
their bathroom.

"Hey Webb, look at his little hardon, that's why you keep em naked; there's
no secrets then about what they think about servicing you. They get off on
submitting to straight guys."

The three of us were soon inside the bathroom, all of us were naked but I
knew that the similarity ended there.

"Here's the thing Webb, once you find a cocksucker to service you he
invariably will not want you pissing in his mouth; that's just the way it
is. You've got to plant the seed; talk to him about the suck-boy you had at
home who loved it when you filled his mouth. Your boy will probably say
that he would never let a guy do that but the thought-seed is now in his
head and he'll be thinking of it often. A bit later mention that you want
that service and if he won't you'll just have to find a cocksucker who
wants his piss load. Your boy is now thinking about how he might live
without your cock to suck. You should rub his head then and adopt a gentle,
helpful demeanor. Tell him you'll be patient and lead him through it; that
most boys like him love it once they try it. In my experience they submit
because that's what you want and their all about pleasing you. This boy
here has been through all those steps and is an experienced urinal boy but
we'll make him act like it's his first time. Are you ready for a little
role-playing boy?"

"Yes Sir, I'll do whatever you want Sir." I answered and meant it I was
hotter than hell with all this talk.

"I'll go first Webb so you can see how it goes; it's kinda important to get
the ritual right so your cocksucker feels a major part of the action and
strives to serve you. Get over here boy, on your knees by my side."

Bob was standing in front of the toilet as he smiled down at me and said,
"I want to piss, why don't you take hold of my cock and aim it into the
toilet. Ah, that's nice."

I held his big hose and aimed it just as he let a short stream out; it was
nice just as he had said. I was close to him and could clearly hear it
splash into the water. He stopped and said, "that felt good but I think
it's time for you to give me a little pee-hole swabbing. It'll give you
just a small taste as you run your tongue thru the piss slit. It'll be
easier if you kneel in front of me." I shuffled around until I was facing
his cock and waited for instructions. "This is an important step Webb; you
want to make it as memorable for your cocksucker as you can. In most cases
you don't want your boy to touch your cock with anything but his lips and
tongue but for toilet training the submission is greatly enhanced by
letting him handle and aim your cock, make him part of the act, a
principle."

I knew what was coming but waited for Bob's instructions. He told me it was
Ok to hold his cock then look him in the eye as I run my tongue into the
piss slit. It ignited a very powerful urge in me; I knew what was coming
but the combination of remembering my first drink of piss and being watched
by Webb was overpowering. I was sweating and felt a little light headed as
I saw that now-familiar self satisfied, smirk on Bob's face.

"That felt good boy but I think you need a bigger taste than that. What do
you think, how was the taste?"

"It wasn't too bad Sir; it didn't taste anywhere near as bad as I had
thought." I answered.

"Good, I think you're ready and you'll do it because you know that it will
please me. Open your mouth now boy, stick out your tongue and just lay my
cockhead on your tongue. Ahhh, that's nice, I'm half hard so you've got a
bit of a wait, just think about how hot it'll be when I piss in your mouth,
think about what you're going to do while you wait."

I can't describe how many conflicting emotions crossed my mind as I knelt
there with his cock just laying on my tongue. It was wonderful, horrible
yet exciting. I felt just a few small drops on my tongue.

"Here it comes boy, I'll let out a little taste and then stop; I know this
is your first time and I'll be gentle until you're used to it. There, I
think your mouth is full enough. Use your tongue to slosh it around, get
used to the taste of your man's piss eh."

My mouth was half full as I moved the piss load around with my tongue. I
heard Bob say, "Look Webb in the eye as you slush the piss around in your
mouth."

I was incredibly aroused by how humiliating it is to be ordered to gargle
with a guy's piss while looking them in the eye.

"How's the taste boy? Go ahead and swallow it down cocksucker." Bob asked.

I gulped it down telling him that his piss tasted good, salty, warm and
tasty. Webb moved over in front of me, laid his cock on my tongue and
pissed slowly into my open mouth.



In the morning it was my place to be under the table sucking Bob's cock as
he drank coffee and ate. I heard him talking to his Son, "I think today
I'll show you how to teach your suck-boy to swallow all your cock right
down to the root. When I'm done our little cocksucker will be able to let a
horsecock tickle his tonsils. This is different than a quick poke into his
gullet before rushing your cock out as he gags and chokes; when a
cocksucker is trained you can plunge it in all the way and just let it soak
in his throat-cunt. It's not easy for a boy to do but as I said, you simply
can't accept half-measures. It's been my experience that once a suck-boy
masters this skill he's a much more contented and compliant
cocksucker. Let's go out to the carriage house. I borrowed a training bench
from a buddy of mine; it'll speed things up."

WTF, I thought; I already had all the skills that I needed. I was wrong. In
the Carriage house the bench he had mentioned had certainly been designed
around its training function. It was very narrow and comfortably padded
with straps to hold a trainee down and in position. The head end had a soft
notch for a neck and the end was hinged so the trainer could adjust his
cocksucker's throat angle for easy access.

"Webb, this training bench is just great; it speeds the training process up
a lot. I know it's just an enhancement on the head hanging off the bed
method but the constraints force focus the cocksucker on his job while the
comforts built into the bench reinforce the thought that his owner knows
best and cares for him. These are powerful incentives for a suck-boy. Let's
get him onto it now."

I was soon positioned on the narrow bench and held by wide, leather
straps. My head was the only thing that I could easily move. Just the
thought of what was to come gave me a hardon and that made them laugh.

"See how eager he is; just thinking about what's coming gets him
excited. The bench is adjustable like a hospital bed. I can use this remote
to position his head just perfectly for my cock. His head angle can be made
to give you the perfect position for fucking his throat, watch."

It's a very surreal feeling to hear the tiny motors whirring away as it put
your mouth into just the right position to be fucked like a man would a
cunt. what had Sir called my mouth; A cunt with a tongue.

"That's perfect for my height Son; see how perfect the angle is? I'm going
to go first but don't worry your turn will come; this bench was designed to
be very comfortable because a cocksucker is on it for quite a while. It
takes quite a bit of throat fucking until your cocksucker just gives it up
and realizes that this is what he was born to do and his owner wants it. At
that point of surrender they cease tensing up and you've got a free,
straight path into his gullet. The surrender phase allows the suck-boy to
relax as he becomes free of choice; he becomes a kind of cocksucking
machine with an on-off switch you control. When you're in school you can
make do with a bed just as long as your cocksucker is devoted to you; the
bench speeds training things up but all you really need is a docile sissy
boy who loves cock."

The wait was tantalizing for me just as Bob, my cock trainer had planned. I
was laying there with my head tilted down and at a level where I was
looking up at Bob's cock and balls.

"Well Webb, when we start throat fucking this boy we'll be very gentle and
supportive. It's always best to help them along; this is a huge step for a
cocksucker and I've found that if you understand just how uncomfortable
this is for them you end up with a better cocksucker. In the end that's
what it's all about, getting better service for yourself. I'm dangling my
cockhead in his mouth now and allowing him to suckle at his own pace, look
at him, he couldn't be happier."

After a bit Bob put his hands on my cheeks and moved forward until I had a
couple of inches of his cock. I was apprehensive as I realized that this
wasn't role-playing, this was real; he could fuck his cock into my gullet
just by shuffling forward. I was essentially helpless, strapped to this
stationary bench. I felt Bob tighten his grip on my head and slowly advance
deeper into my mouth. He touched my throat opening and I gagged so he
pulled back out until just his cockhead was at my lips.



"Do you see Webb; give him a little time to reconcile the discomfort with
his need to submit to you, it takes a little while. I'll feed him more
now."

With each thrust he moved just a little more into my throat before
withdrawing. I was gasping and gagging and wondered if I could do this.

"He's taking it nicely now but I think it's time. Ok, cocksucker, you're
doing great but I think you're ready for the next step. I'm going to slowly
punch through into your esophagus, get ready, and take a deep breath boy."

I didn't really have time to even think about what was coming as his cock
was once again begin forced into my oral cavity, this time it slid easily
across my tongue on a film of pre-sperm and saliva. Bob held my head and
moved it back and forth, side to side as if to use his cockhead to swab the
precum and spit around the back of my throat, like a stirring stick. Inside
my dripping mouth Bob's huge cockhead was coated and bathed in the
gelatinous liquid, allowing it to venture farther and farther back into my
throat.

"That's nice Boy, now you're getting it. Did you notice the only bad thing
about using this position is that you can't see your cocksucker's eyes as
you feed more and more of your prick into his gullet? It's always pleasant
to see the mixture of fear and joy in their eyes as they realize that
you're going to plug their throat and as a cocksucker they have to learn to
take it. I'm using his mouth like a cunt now; I've let him have the time to
get used to it now I'm going to take it home."

My eyes watered as his monstrous snake was being forced farther and farther
back into my throat. It touched the back of my mouth and I gagged, fighting
the urge to retch. My stomach heaved as for the first time in my life I was
completely helpless. A hard, big cock was forcing its way over my tongue
then down into the thin, throbbing passage of my throat and I was helpless
to stop it, completely restrained.

"Yeah, yeah, that's it, take it boy. Feel my hot hard dick in your throat."

Relentlessly, the shaft burrowed its way in. Bob would plunge it all the
way in then pull it back, each time he left it in my throat a little
longer. A few inches of his cock had by now pushed thru my tender throat
opening. I felt woozy and smothered, I couldn't breathe as I gagged and
gulped reflexively around the cock-invader as it passed by my tonsils.

"Breath through your nose, boy, breathe through your nose. Go ahead,

You can do it, fuck; I've seen teenage girls do better than you." Bob
urged.

I took a tentative breath through my nose. The oxygen felt wonderful as I
slowly adjusted to the thickness of the invader in my gullet.

Bob slowly pulled it out of my gaping mouth. As the head exited my lips, a
thick strand of cum and saliva dripped out right on my face. The string
slowly stretched, then snapped and a line of cum / saliva six inches long
draped itself from my lower lip down across my face.

I heard Bob say, "Yeah, cocksucker, that's good, that's good."  I heaved in
great lungs full of air, trying to clear my woozy brain. I could actually
feel the blood pounding in my ears as my head cleared.

"You took in the whole eight inches that time, you can be proud. Not too
bad, not too bad."

He was proud of me; I suddenly wanted more of his cock as I suckled on the
head. He advanced but this time I was actually eager; I had taken it all
into my throat once and survived; I wanted more cock now. My lips chewed
their way down his shaft taking six inches, then seven, then eight inches
of pulsating penis. The head of his cock revisited the tender membranes of
my upper throat and tongue. It pushed my tongue flat as its girth filled me
up. I'm sure he heard me gag slightly and then swallow. Bob sighed in
pleasure. Inside my mouth his cockhead slid into the opening at the top of
my throat. It wormed its way into the very top of my esophagus. Now his
cock was as deep as possible in my throat and my spasms massaged it.

"I knew I wasn't wasting my time training you; you're going to be one great
cocksucker. It's really pretty simple Webb, once you manage to stuff their
throat and they realize that they didn't die they begin to think it through
and concentrate on the cock in their mouth and how to please it."

His balls laid on my eyes as his cock filled my throat. I fought to
overcome my impulse to gag and was surprised that I could accommodate his
thickness so deep inside me. Bob began a Slow, relaxed, methodical Fucking
of my throat while I concentrated on just breathing as he thrusted deep
then pulled out; I gulped in air on each out-stroke. I was now slightly
relaxed and became conscious of the saliva flowing out of my mouth like a
waterfall. Bob had commented before on how pleasant it was listening to his
suck-boy making loud, wet cocksucker noises. I sounded like a pig lapping
up slop. Bob had said I could be a "great Cocksucker" and I was actually
proud of myself. It took a while until I felt him tense up and spurted cum
into my throat. He was just at the opening of my gullet as he let go. It
was difficult to swallow and I'm sure he was enjoying the feeling of my
throat muscles as they alternately contracted and relaxed as I sought to
swallow the tremendous volume of viscous fluid being pumped relentlessly
into me. "That's it boy, swallow all that good man-cream into your
stomach," he grunted.

"Ah, there's nothing better than showing a cocksucker what he's made for;
at school you'll love showing your own suck-boy how you want your cock
serviced. Believe me Webb, you'll never find a girl who'll let you take
complete possession of her for this kind of throat fucking."

I was allowed enough time to drink a coke before I served Webb. They were
congratulating me on my new skills. It was all good.

Postscript, back to Kyle:

It was a few weeks later and Webb was now off to University; I was back
with Kyle, naked and docile, just as he liked me.

"Do you see it clearly now boy," Master Kyle said to me as I licked his
feet.  "Submissive boys like you were put on this earth to serve powerful
men like me. It's nature's way.  We're superior and we actually do boys
like you a favor by letting them serve us."

It was an incredibly degrading proposition but I had found out that he was
right. I was happy to be performing for him. It was the greatest honor ever
bestowed upon me. Well, why not, I'm on my knees again, where I belong, and
Kyle's half soft cock is just beginning to harden now in my mouth. He
smiles at me, watching my service intently; he knows I'm now a cockslut who
loves worshipping him. My eyes keep watching his reactions and his knowing
smirk makes me moan as he says, "I know you love feeling my cock grow in
your mouth; it makes a suck-boy feel he's doing a useful task."

The cock sucking noises filling the room cause Sir's dick to enlarge. "Look
at you boy, slurping on my cock and loving it." I heard Kyle say. "You do
love it, don't you?"

All I could do was moan around his cock and shake my head yes. The monster
in my mouth was getting too big for me to keep solidly in my throat in this
position, so slowly but surely, I eased off of it, keeping the head
completely surrounded in my wet mouth as I positioned my neck for taking
his beautiful cock into my throat. I was happy and in my place.

The next day found me again on my knees in the bathroom. Kyle was shaving
while I lightly tongued his cock and balls. He abruptly pulled away and
went over to the "special" lounge and lay down. "I'm in the mood to have my
ass licked now. It relaxes me. This chair opens me up nicely for a
tonguing. "

"Yes, Sir, I blurted out."I moved in toward his smooth bubble butt. It
smelled warm and good with heavy musty, male body odors. I started licking
the hole and cleaned it good all around the outside. I concentrated on his
wrinkled little rosebud and swabbed it up and down until I had cleaned it
good. It tasted like Master Kyle's big body smelled, clean and strong. I
had never experienced so many new experiences so quickly before. My mind
was spinning. I felt sad that I finished so quickly. Luckily Kyle had time
and wanted more.

"Get back down there, boy, you're not through yet." Kyle growled. "Get that
tongue in that hole and clean it out good son. I thought that I really did
feel like a slave-boy as I spread his butt cheeks with my hands. I could
clearly see his asshole now. "Get that tongue up there now as far as you
can." I did as he ordered. I licked between his wide-spread ass cheeks and
sunk my tongue into his ass as deep as I could get it. He began to moan and
move his butt to fuck my tongue with his ass. I cleaned every bit of his
hole and loved it.

What was happening to me? Just a few weeks before I wouldn't have
considered doing anything like that to anyone yet here I was cleaning out
this man's asshole with my tongue like it was the most natural thing in the
world. I was eating his ass like the first pig to the trough. I sucked the
big man's hole with pleasure. I guess it was time to stop asking myself
stupid questions and let loose whoever was locked up inside me.

Something broke inside me, another epiphany perhaps; I realized that I am
the person whose tongue is eagerly licking an asshole. I'm a cocksucker, a
body slave, a thing created just to be used by this man. I had been taught
to lick an asshole, drink up cum and piss like it was the most natural
thing on earth. I wanted nothing as much as to obey him and pleasure him in
the way he wanted.

"That's good, slave, you did a good job.  My hole hasn't felt that clean in
a long time." You're not a bad cocksucker" he said as he patted my head. I
was now complete; this is where I belonged.

"Well Son, I'm afraid it's time for your ass-fucking.  I usually prefer
fucking a cunt but hell, today I just don't feel like going out looking for
it. Fighting it is only going to make it hurt and feel worse so just
relax," he told me in a soft, assertive voice. All the time he was gently
stroking my back, Kind of like you would a pony.  "Now try to enjoy it for
what it is. I'll take it nice and easy if you try not to fight it. I've
found it important to break a boy's cherry gently and slowly; then they
always want their ass full of man-cock."

When he thought I was ready, he punched his cockhead thru the mouth of my
little asshole and just let it sit there as I gasped from the pain. He was
stroking me and saying, "there, there, boy, take a breath, just relax." It
felt like there was a broomstick up my ass. My hole was doing steady spasms
as that monster cockhead stretched it out and held it open, God it hurt.



































I felt him slowly withdraw his cock until only the head remained lodged
just inside my asshole. He was waiting until I relaxed my ass a little
before he started pushing back in, how considerate he was.  Each time I
seized up, he would stop and wait for me to relax, all the while he
continued to sooth by stroking my back and whispering encouragement in my
ear, "there, there, boy, take a breath, just relax" Was his mantra to quiet
me as I worked through the pain.

He rubbed my back and said, "Take it easy now boy, it's not long now. Keep
your body straight, that'll make it easier." I then understood that he was
not intending to hurt me, not at all: It was just the pain that was
necessary to get where we were going, where I had to go. Just then the head
of his dick popped through the glorious tightness and I felt a surge of
pleasure, pain and relief as the length of his cock finally entered me to
its full length.

Once I'd relaxed enough, he established a rhythm, sliding his cock slowly
but firmly in and out of my nether hole. Here I was, a once normal man, on
my hands and knees in front of this man with his cock shoved up my ass. I
could tell that for Kyle this must be pure pleasure as he pushed his cock
all the way back inside my tight ass. He was using both hands now to pry my
ass cheeks apart; he pulled his cock free with a loud plop as my well-used
hole closed again. He shoved his tool back into me and started banging my
ass with a vengeance.

My world had now narrowed to just my asshole as it embraced his cock and he
sawed it in and out; He pushed me forward onto my elbows with each strong
stroke. The room was filled with the squishing, squelching sounds of cock
alternately filling and retreating from my ass. He was slamming into me for
all I was worth.

"I'm going to come inside you now Son, then you're mine; your ass is going
to feel empty without my cock from now on. I'm going to shoot it deep
inside your ass now, get ready."

After a few more deep thrusts I could feel the warmth of his thick cum
invading my asshole. To my surprise, yet another dazzling wave of pleasure
pulsated through my rear end and up through my back and belly.

I had no idea of the time; I was just lying on the floor when he slid his
sweet cock out of my asshole. I felt myself remain open now, stretched too
far to return to normal quickly. It felt cool and open after his monster
cock had been in me for so long. I couldn't move right away and just panted
on the floor, catching my breath. I heard him moan and roll onto his back
and sigh.

"Good job boy, now finish the job; clean my cock up."

I started to go for a towel. "No boy, use your tongue, always lick a man
clean; it's a measure of the respect you have for your owner."

His cock had never looked like this. It was so wet and covered with all our
fluids. I lowered my head to the head of his cock and began to work my
tongue into his cum slit. He was a little startled as he was drained from
so much cum leaving him. I didn't mind what I tasted on him. There was just
a little blood. It's strange what you taste after a good assfucking. It's a
very different taste. I knew that my ass had produced its own lubrication
for him just like my mouth hole when I was face fucked. From my ass it's a
bit thicker and tasted bitter but it mixed with his strong semen well. I
was eager and willing to lick his cock totally clean to show my thanks and
the musky taste only tweaked my need for humiliation. My ass was his now, I
was his, he truly was my owner, my Master



At the end of Chapter #4:

"I knew I wasn't wasting my time training you; you're going to be one great
cocksucker. It's really pretty simple Webb, once you manage to stuff their
throat and they realize that they didn't die they begin to think it through
and concentrate on the cock in their mouth and how to please it."



We were at the breakfast table just finishing our coffee; I had already
given Kyle his morning blow job and we were both pretty mellow. "Well
Chrissy, I think you now understand your place in the hierarchy. You were
made to submit to the alphas of the world and that place is where you'll
only be truly content. I belong to this club where alpha male and female
members go to relax. Bob and his wife are members and I'm sure Webb will
join when he's done with University. In all we have about 60 active people
in our little club. I think you'd fit right in. There are about 15 active
submissives that are part of our group and we can always use another. At
our informal meetings our members relax by enjoying themselves as the subs
service them. The sucking and fucking is intense. Your performance with Bob
and his son convinced me that you would be an asset to our scene. What do
you think?"

"Yes Sir, I would be very happy to serve your friends; it's what I need" I
replied eagerly.

Kyle began telling me the club's history. "The club was built before the
war by a rich man who had the vision to create a very, very private retreat
in the middle of 1000 acres of deep woods that he owned; it's so far into
the dense forest that we really don't need the alarms and alerts that have
been set up all over the area. When the original owner died he left it to
his only son who lived in the City and was also into the Dominant
lifestyle. The rest is kind of history as Tom the owner and overall Master
discovered that this place furnished him with the lifestyle that he
deserved."

I was very interested as he continued. "That was 8 years ago and now we are
an established club thought to be the best retreat of its kind in North
America. Our member's are a diverse lot and we get visitors that are
friends from all over the World. Inside the club there are always Slaves
for a Master or Mistress to pick from, the subs on duty are kinda like the
welcoming committee. There are also a lot of couples that belong to the
Club that want to be either Slaves or Masters. We even have people that
live out at the club full time in their role. I think you'll love serving
as a slut-cocksucker slave and want nothing more than to learn all the
different ways to serve. Of course you'll have to learn how to serve the
female alpha members. In a lot of cases you'll find yourself servicing a
couple. I think you get off on the humiliation of it all and this will only
enhance it."

He continued, "Inside the club almost anything goes especially in the
training rooms, the only rule is no one can get really harmed. Many
Husbands will consign their Wives to the Club to be trained as slaves or in
specific skills; as in everything done in our club it's always consensual.
Of course there are many rules, as an example, you'll not allowed to wear
clothes inside of the clubhouse nor are any of the other slaves; the alphas
usually wear robes that allow the suck-sluts easy access to service them."

To be continued if there's sufficient interest:

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