Date: Wed, 23 Mar 2016 20:55:12 +0000
From: white collar <white_collar@hotmail.com>
Subject: Converted to Cock-sucker 22

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I need to say this: Note that this is fantasy, not real life.  If you are a
sub, you still have dignity and you should have a voice.  If you are
involved in a BDSM scene, the sub has the right to set limits and to have a
safe-word to immediately put a stop to the proceedings if it turns out to
be too much.  If the dom/sado won't recognize your rights as a sub, my
suggestion is to say "thanks for your time sir," and walk away.  This is
sexual role-play and is supposed to be consensual.  Non-consensual is
assault and is a criminal act.

Note that this story includes sex between an adult and a young adult (19
years old).  If you're one of my regular readers, you'll know that this is
not my usual.  But I had a young man contact me saying how much he was
enjoying this story, so I asked him if he'd like to be included as a
character?  He said he would, so Eric is based on him.  Enjoy, Eric!

Any comments will be gladly received at white_collar@hotmail.com


Chapter 38

Eric:

Master held onto my ears and pushed in.  I gagged and choked, but he held
on.

"Relax your throat boy.  Swallow: that'll help your throat to open."

I swallowed and it did open my throat.  But in another second, I gagged
again, choking up phlegm over his cock.  My eyes were tearing and I was
afraid I was going to barf.

"Easy boy, easy," Master said softly.  He stroked my throat.  "I'll just
have to train you to suck cock.  But you're a natural talent and, what's
more important, you want it.  I can tell that by the look in your eyes.  Am
I right boy?"

I nodded slightly, looking up into his eyes.  I did want it; I wanted it
bad!

"Good boy.  Now swallow," and saying this, as he felt me swallowing, he
slid more of his cock down my throat.

I tried to prolong the swallow and that seemed to work.  Master smiled down
at me and I was so happy.  I was making him happy and I was learning to be
a cock-sucker.

Master squeezed my expanding tits between his thumbs and fingers and I
moaned around his cock.  Oh my god!  I'd never felt anything like that.  It
felt so good.

"Yah, I'm going to enjoy enlarging your titties.  You're going to be one
hot fag by the time I'm finished with you," Master said, pulling up hard on
my tits and making me gasp around his hard flesh.

"All right boy, that's enough for right now.  You're plugged and caged and
your tits are growing.  Get your clothes on and go back to see Mr. Avery
(my intern supervisor).  I'm going to be having a meeting in an hour and
I'll tell Mr. Avery to send you up for that.  And don't worry, you'll be
observing.  No one in this office will ever know I'm training you up as a
faggot, unless you tell them.  Just realize that with that cage on, your
crotch will definitely have an extra bulge.  You just may want to wear
pants that have a looser fit in the crotch."

Master grinned at me and smacked my butt.  I gathered up my clothes and got
dressed.  He was right: getting my pants on over the cage was hard, but I
managed to get into them.  And the cups on my tits made my shirt stick out
conspicuously.  The plug up my butt felt heavy inside me and I worried
about it coming out.  I gave it an experimental push with my muscles and
realized it was in there tight and wouldn't come out unless someone took it
out.

I finished dressing and knew, somehow, that I needed to present myself for
inspection.  I stood in front of him, basically at attention.  Master
glanced up from his terminal, quickly looked me over and dismissed me with
a wave of his head toward the door.

"Thank you sir," I whispered, and left the office.

I checked my watch and realized I'd been in his office for nearly an hour.
Mr. Avery might question me.  What was I going to say?

"So Eric, how'd you like meeting Mr. Stanfield?  Did you have a good
introduction?  You were gone long enough," Mr. Avery said when I showed up
back at his desk.

"Y-y-yes sir, it was great; really interesting.  He, he?he got to talking
about all the things I need to learn if I'm going to be successful.  I
guess he got a little carried away!"

I tried to stay calm and kept covering my crotch with my hands and then,
because I was self-conscious, moving them away.  I didn't quite know what
to do.  Then I realized that Mr. Avery probably wouldn't care and wouldn't
have noticed the difference in the bulge in my crotch between now and when
he'd sent me up to Master's office.  So I forced myself to breathe and try
to calm down.

"You seem a bit nervous Eric.  Was meeting Mr. Stanfield that exciting?"

"Oh, yes sir.  It was amazing!" I blurted out and then stopped myself
before I said something that would give me away.

"OK, Eric, come sit here.  See this spreadsheet?"

"Yes sir," I said, sitting down.

"I want you to cross-reference sales figures from the internal website,
here, and validate the website.  If there are any errors, highlight the
cells in yellow and then I'll have you update the website.  Got it?"

"Yes sir.  I got it."

Mr. Avery's phone rang.

"Yes sir?  Yes sir, I understand.  I'll send him up in 45 minutes? No, no
problem.  He's validating sales figures on the internal website, so that's
something he can stop and come back to.  Yes sir? Thanks for trusting me
sir.  He's a bright kid."  Mr. Avery was smiling at me.

Of course, I knew what Mr. Stanfield, er, Master, was saying to him, but I
pretended to have no clue.  Mr. Avery hung up the phone.

"Mr. Stanfield is very impressed with your talents Eric.  He wants you to
join a team meeting at 11:00.  Work on the spreadsheet for the next 45
minutes and then head upstairs."

"Yes sir, thank you sir."  My natural submissiveness was helpful in this
circumstance.  I didn't have to worry about being cocky or anything.


Chapter 39

Eric:

I had a hard time focusing on the work Mr. Avery had assigned to me, but I
did.  I figured the more I got done, the more time I'd have to get trained
by Master.  The idea of being turned into a faggot was really exciting to
me and my dick wanted to get hard.  But the cage over it kept that from
happening; every time it wanted to swell, it ran into the steel and,
whatever they might say about dicks like steel, steel's a heck of a lot
harder than a dick.

So I was nearly finished when Mr. Avery told me to save my work and get
upstairs.  When I got to Mr. Stanfield's, er, Master's office, there were
already a bunch of men there.  Some were in groups of two or three and
others were already sitting at the table.

"Let's get started gentlemen," Mr. Stanfield said and they all sat down.

There was no chair for me, so I stood not too far from Mr. Stanfield's
chair.

"Before we start, I want to introduce one of our interns.  This is Eric
Hunter.  He's in his second year at Columbia and has been placed here by
the school to learn about the business.  He's reporting to Quentin Avery
and you may see him around.  I know you'll make him feel at home."

The men all greeted me and then they got started with their meeting.  I
didn't quite know what to do with myself, so I stood there with my hands
behind my back and watched and listened.  There was a lot of talk about the
business and I had to keep reminding myself to pay attention; I wasn't
going to just be a faggot.  I was pretty sure of that.  Somehow, I knew
that Master would expect me to earn my keep by doing more than sucking cock
the rest of my life.  The meeting broke up and everyone got up to leave.

"Alex, Jon, hang back a sec.  I want to go over something with you," Master
said.

The men I took to be Alex and Jon, and Aiden, of course, waited till the
others had left the office.  When I stayed behind too, Jon looked at Master
with raised eyebrows, asking silently, what about him?

"He's alright," Master said.  "He's learning about all aspects of the
business."

I know Master had told me that he wouldn't tell anyone else about my
training, and I suppose, in most ways he wasn't telling these men; at least
he didn't order me to strip off and display my body with its fresh shaving,
cock cage and butt plug.

Master directed Alex and Jon over to the double doors next to his executive
washroom.

"Pull on those panels; the ones that are about waist high."

They did as they were instructed and the panels opened on hinges, revealing
two holes about the size of soft balls.

"Go ahead.  Unzip.  I know you'd like a little relief after that long
meeting," Master instructed, grinning.

"My special comfort station," Master said.  "Go ahead; unzip and stick your
cocks in the holes."

The two men pulled open their flies, exposing their cocks and inserted them
into the holes.  I could see their bodies tighten with an electric charge.
Then I saw them begin to thrust and heard the sound of slurping.  I
couldn't believe it; their cocks were being sucked.

"These are what I call my 'power and glory holes'," Master laughed, as the
two men pumped.

I heard gagging and moaning coming from inside and realized that whoever
was in there had no choices in their mouths being used.

"Oh my god, fuck," Jon said, holding onto the door handle to stay on his
feet.

"Fuck, Jesus Christ," Alex said, spreading his hands against the wooden
door he was fucking.

As they picked up the pace of their pumping, both men began to grunt and
moan and before long, they shouted, almost in unison, as their thrusts
turned to spasms as they shot.

"Stay there for a second," Master ordered.  "The fuck-faces will clean you.
I don't want you dropping jizz on my carpet."  He laughed.

"Yes sir," Jon said.

Alex just nodded.  Both were moaning and whimpering as the "fuck-faces"
licked their cocks off.

The men pulled their cocks out of the holes and I got a glimpse.  Let's
face it; at my age, I haven't seen the cocks of too many grown men.  Sure,
I've been in the locker room in high-school, but most guys there hadn't
really developed yet.  My own had only really developed in the last couple
of years and was a nice six and a half incher.  But Jon's was amazing: it
had to be 8 inches and it was thick.  I could see that the fuck-face that'd
been sucking him had gagged on it.  Alex?  Well, not so much.  I mean,
don't get me wrong: it was maybe 6 inches, but it didn't grab my attention
the way Jon's did.  But in a few seconds, they'd tucked their equipment
back in and zipped up.

"Thank you sir," they both said.

"You're surely welcome boys.  Glad you enjoyed it."

"Yes sir," they answered.

"OK, I'll see you next week."

"Yes sir," and they left the office.  They seem to have forgotten that I
was there.

"Well boy, what did you think?  Ever seen a glory hole before?"

"No sir," I answered.  "I couldn't believe it sir.  There are men behind
the doors?"

"Not men, boy; faggots.  Faggots aren't men.  They may have the equipment,
but their brains aren't men's brains; they're faggot brains.  Oh, at one
time, they thought they were men, but I had to teach them to accept the
truth about themselves.  Now, they live to suck cock and to be fucked."

"I see sir? and that's what you're going to do to me sir?  Turn me into a
faggot?"

"I don't really turn faggots into faggots; faggots are born that way.  But
some need help in coming to terms with that, like these two did and like
that other slave you found under the desk.  I had to initiate them and
train them how to be proper faggots.  And yes, that's what I'm going to do
to you boi."

"Yes sir, thank you sir," I answered, and my cock was oozing in it's cage.
I could feel the stickiness leaking out the tip.  "What should I do now
sir?  Do you have other things to teach me here, or should I go back to
work on the stuff Mr. Avery gave me?"

Before Master could answer, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," Master called across the room.

The door opened slowly and Alex hesitantly walked in.

"Yes Alex," Master said.  "What is it?"

"Um, well, you see Greg, um, Mr. Stanfield? I, uh, I think?"

"C'mon Alex, spit it out.  I haven't got all day."

Suddenly, Alex sank to his knees with a moan.

"I don't know how to say this."

Master just stared down at him.  His face had changed somehow as though he
suddenly saw Alex to be something different.

"You're a faggot?  Is that it Alex?  You want me to train you to be a
faggot?"

"Yes sir," Alex whispered, covering his face with his hands and lowering
his head.  "I realized when I was using the glory hole that I wanted to be
on the other side.  I wanted to be the fuck-face.  I'm a faggot sir.
Please take me and train me."

To be continued.