Date: Mon, 8 Jan 2007 10:38:03 -0800 (PST)
From: good boy <sfboy2own@yahoo.com>
Subject: Breaking of a Boy and the Training of a Bitch - Chapter 1

Breaking of a Boy and
the Training of a Bitch
(The Story of How I came to be owned)

January 5 2007

It has been two weeks since I was last allowed to cum.  Actually, it has
been fifteen days since my Master played with my boydick and milked me.  He
feels it is good to keep his bitch hungry, and I am.  Hungry to serve him
again.

My name is Gene, although my owner has many names for his boy; of course
boy is one of them.  But he also calls me faggot, puppy or pup, pet, toy,
cunt, cuntboy, cunthole, cocksucker, cocktoy, holeboy, assboy, piece, mine,
property.  He uses these when writing to me, speaking to me or about me to
his friends.  He also calls me "little man" because I am just 5'6" tall and
weigh about 145lbs.  As for the rest of me, I am 37 years old at the
moment, have short brown hair just long enough for my Master to pull and
hold on to as he's fucking my holes.  My eyes are blue, I'm small framed,
with freckles, lightly hairy with a little bit of facial hair.

My Master has made me keep my cunt shaved smooth and is making me wax it
soon.  Also, I will shave my face clean so that he may rub his cock all
over it without any irritation.  I love when he rubs his cock all over my
face, smearing his precum around and coating me with it.

As for my Owner, his name is Ben.  He is 38 years old, 6' tall, 160lbs, and
very trim.  He shaves his head and has blue grey eyes.  He has just the
right amount of body hair in all the places I like.  And he has a big thick
hefty cock that he makes me, or allows me, to worship.  It is 8" long and
6" fat, although it feels even bigger when he is raping his bitch's holes
with it.  I'm still trying to train myself to take it to the balls down my
throat.  But he simply forces it to the hilt in my boypussy, making me take
it regardless if it hurts.  I've learned how to breath and accept that I am
his hole.

We both live in San Francisco and met through an ad he placed on craiglist
looking for a cocksucker.  The day I answer the ad, I had no idea that more
than a month later I would be his slave with him as the new focus in my
life.

Before Ben claimed me, I was a lost boy.  I knew I was meant to be owned,
controlled and in need of training, but I hadn't found the right man to
give myself to.  While my submissive nature was craving to be used and
treated like a piece of property, the boy side of me wanted to be loved and
cared for in some ways like a boyfriend would treat me.  I hadn't been able
to find a man who wanted a boy to cuddle one moment and lend out to his
friends the next.  Let alone be attracted to the person physically and
emotionally.

But the instant Ben walked through my front door expecting a blowjob, I
felt an instant attraction.  It was like my body had a physical reaction
just from looking at him.  I knew immediately I would do most anything he
asked of me.

We had a very intense first meeting, with him inspecting me and fingering
my hole for hours with my face buried in his lap.  He seemed to like my
hole as much as I loved his crotch, unable to get enough of his scent on my
skin. We stopped to go get something to eat and he situated us so that he
was able to have me sit next to him so he could put his arm around me.  I
cuddled against him and we held hands walking back to my flat.

Once he got me home, he started to treat me like his bitch again,
eventually getting me naked on the floor with my ass up in the air so he
could rape it with a dildo and get it opened up.  Just before he left, he
ripped the dildo out of my loosened hole and popped his own thick cock in
briefly.  As he left, I knew I wanted more of him.

I could, and probably will in another forum, write many pages explaining
how he has used me since we met.  But what I need to say now is how he has
impacted me, how my life has changed since he acquired me.  If you want
more details, just email with your comments to encourage me to write more.
sfboy2own@yahoo.com

As I said earlier, I was lost and honestly felt incomplete somehow.  It was
more than just a desire for companionship though, since I have friends for
that.  It was my need to be kept, owned and treated as property.  To have a
man that I loved and worshipped, control most every aspect of my life and
certainly anything he wanted to control.  I wanted to be trained to become
the perfect, or near perfect, boy for a man that cared for me and who I
trusted and wanted to get to know and grow with.

Over the last month and a half, my Master has shown me desires in myself
I'd never known.  I had a man once want me to serve him publicly and I
resisted and didn't want to.  But with Ben, I want him to put me on
display.  When we go to a bar, I will show my ass the instant he tells me
to so he can finger my cunt for everyone to see.  He has me trained to
always keep a freshly shaved hole lubed with plenty of Crisco any time I am
to be with him, as he will often reach his hand down the small of my back
under my jeans to search out my cunthole and finger his boy wherever we
might be, a store, the street, a restaurant.

Our connection and attraction seems to be equally shared, he collared me on
our second date and I couldn't have imagined anything I wanted more.  He is
constantly telling me how much he adores me and wants to keep me and I
can't get enough of him.  I have been consumed by my desire to please him
and be trained by him.  He often talks of how he will eventually break me
down and build me up to be what he wants, and I anxiously await the
journey.

I have been away from him for two weeks now, on a trip I had already
planned for the holidays.  He had to take off my collar for the airport
security and I miss it more than I ever would have imagined.  As a
substitute, he gave me a pair of his briefs with the scent of his meaty
cock and balls.  I have slept with them on my face every night.

During my trip, I wasn't allowed to cum since my owner has decided I should
only cum in his presence from him either milking me or someone else he
allows.  One time, he was fucking me and made me cum without touching my
boydick.  Since that happened, he likes the idea that I should often only
be allowed to cum like that, where is fucking my cunt and I orgasm like a
woman would.

Since Ben has claimed me as his pet, my time should be spent on him as much
as possible.  Besides work and school, I ask his permission before making
any plans.  I should always be available if and when he wants me.  And I
want him to be in control of me.  This weekend when I return he has several
things planned for me, first being to provide him the service his slut is
meant for.

But also, he will be locking me in a chastity device, and it is uncertain
when he'll take it off to allow me to cum again.  He likes the idea of
keeping me constantly in heat.  It's only been two weeks that he's kept me
from release, I want to know my hunger after several months.

In addition to holding the key to the cockcage he'll lock on me, he will
also have a key to my flat after this weekend.  He should have full access
to his property and I want to give this to him.  This will prove my
commitment to him and means I must always be ready to serve him.  I will
keep him informed of my daily schedule, so he knows when I am home or not.
It excites my boycock to think he can drop in at anytime and expect me to
always be lubed and naked for him.  And if he happens to bring a friend
with him, I should be sure to show what an obedient boy bitch he has so
that he can be proud of me and want to show me off.

But even more than the physical control my Master is claiming, it is the
mental impact he has had on me that has caught me unaware.  I think about
him constantly.  I write him emails many times a day when I don't get to
serve him.  I have to stop myself because I don't want to bother him with
too many messages, but I need to express my desire and hunger.

The day can't come soon enough when I am completely his and he has me
broken.  It seems our desires are perfectly matched.  And he continues to
expose me to new ways to serve that I find I want to experience.  And this
feeds new desires in my mind that I never had thought before.  This is
something fantastic that we seem to share, continually raising new ways for
him to use his bitch.  Life should never be dull serving my Master.

When he says he wants to break me and remake me, I want to have him be the
sole focus and purpose in my life.  Everything I do should be for him or
obeying him or because he allows it.  From what I wear, to what I buy, he
should control every aspect of my life he wants, my diet, my exercise, my
appearance, my behavior.  Never before have I wanted to give up so much of
myself, but I love and trust him more than I ever would have imagined in
this short period of time.

He has shown me love and affection, companionship when I was sick and he
cared for me, sexual desire like I've never known.  I hunger to be locked
in a kennel, kidnapped for a weekend, and fed a diet of only his piss and
cum.  I long to have him fuck me so his friends can watch, either live or
over the web.  Ever since he told me a friend offered him thirty bucks if
my Master would pimp me out to him for a blowjob, I have only wanted to do
the best cocksucking his friend ever experienced so that he could tell my
Master how well I did.

Simply the fact that Ben, my owner, has taken pictures of me in various
forms of service and has posted some pictures on his gaming boards, or
showed hi friends, makes me want to do even more for him to show off what a
good little bitch he owns.

The most exposed I've felt was during a night he took me to a party with
his friend Bill.  Master made me wear a buttplug with a rattle all night
and he told people I'd be plugged.  He made me rattle it for his friend and
even made me pull down my pants at a bar to show my plugged hole.  Anyone
in the bar who might have been looking would have seen.  I didn't care.  I
ended up sucking his cock on my knees in the front window.

I want to be his boy, body, mind and soul.  I trust him implicitly, shown
by the fact that he instructed me to take two pills a day and I've done it
without question despite my curiosity regarding what they are for.  If he
wants to change my body chemistry, then he can and I want it.  I want to be
fed so much of his piss and cum constantly that I begin to smell of him and
excrete him in my sweat.  I want him to be every part of me.

He took me out one day and we bought a funnel.  When we got home, he shoved
the funnel in my cunt and made me position my ass up in the air so the
funnel was upright.  He then produced a condom filled with several days
worth of his cumloads.  He poured the condom into the funnel to fill his
boy's hole so that he could then fuck me using his cum as lube.  I want to
always be filled with his seed.

All of these things and more are proof to me of what I am becoming.  The
passion I feel when I am with him, my mind constantly consumed by him, my
every thought on how I can better serve him to earn the right to be his.
He decides who I serve and how, if it will be solely him or others, it is
his choice and I gladly obey.  I am happy simply obeying his wished.  And I
am gradually beginning to realize I want people to know what I have found
and the bliss that serving him brings me.  I have never felt so much
passion, contentment and excitement all at once.

As it is now, all I think about is his taste, his scent, how it feels when
he controls me, puts me on display as his property.  I want to give him
everything and wear a permanent symbol someday of his ownership of me.

What has made me feel most like I am becoming his fag sub boy?  Many
things.  I love when he humiliates me in certain ways, coating me in his
piss, marking his property before taking me out for the night - the fact
that I long to have him soak me like that.  Him being in complete control
of my boydick, my clit as he sometimes calls it, and me obeying his order
of chastity even when he couldn't know if I'd cum.  I would never want to
willingly disobey his wishes.  How I melt when he calls me his property,
his pet, knowing that he has my number on his cell phone under cunthole
with a picture of me sucking on his cock.  How I want to know the feeling
of him locking me away like a dog or having me put on a show for his
friends or be their sextoy for the night at a party.  These are all things
that make me realize how he is bringing out the slut and sub boy in me.

One of the cutest things he has done so far was to write two words on the
bottom of my feet - one on each sole.  "owned" on one, "loved" on the
other.  I hope it is always that way.  Because both are what I need as his
slave.  As much as everything else, even more, I love how he holds me
against him, how we kiss and the way I tingle all over when I feel his
mouth on mine.  How it is more than sexual when I try to bury my face
against him to breath in his smell, memorize it so that I can recall it
when we are apart.  If all he did was fuck me or treat me like a bitch, I
wouldn't be happy.  It is the tenderness that is mixed in, that has me
bound to him and makes it impossible for me to think of being anything
other than his boy.  I love him.