Date: Sun, 23 Sep 2012 07:29:41 -0700
From: J S <kinetickink@gmail.com>
Subject: Going to School - Part 1

        Ryan arched his back, his legs spread far apart by the
spreader bar, his thighs sore from supporting his weight, dripping
with sweat under the spotlights, the obvious focus of the stage. He
arched his back and tried to look over his shoulder, forgetting his
neck, too, was held immobile by the ropes binding his limbs together.
Even had he been able to turn his head, he was in a small circle of
light amidst darkness that seemed almost thick -- he could smell cum,
lots of it, and cock, the sweat of perhaps fifteen different men, and
what might have once been cologne.
        His asshole puckered as he pushed back in anticipation -- from
Friday afternoon, when his wildest sexual experience had been back in
middle school, when he felt up the neighbor girl, to now, he'd been
transformed. He wasn't sure how much he'd appreciate the changes when
he woke up Monday morning, but on Sunday night, his asshole winked,
red and raw, and he wiggled his ass back against the emptiness.
        "Gentlemen, let's all meet Ryan again. He's been through an
awful lot with us, and though he's young, he's one of the most
enthusiastic candidates we've ever seen." A voice spoke from somewhere
far above, the same voice that had been instructing Ryan and the
various men who'd trained him over the weekend. "Someone get this man
something for his ass!" As the voice overhead continued, Ryan
stretched back even more, clearly desperate to fill his ass with
something, anything -- cock or dildo or fingers or fist or some
combination of the above. He almost whimpered, the hunger inside him
was affecting him so.
        Ryan felt someone come behind him, their skin close to his,
and just as warm, if not warmer than his own, though where he had been
almost hairless to begin with, and was completely hairless now,
whoever was behind him had what seemed almost like fur running down
his forearms and belly. He felt two fingers slide over his pucker, for
what seemed like the first time in hours or more, even though he'd
only been tied up on the stage for twenty minutes. First two fingers,
then three, then a fourth. He kept pressing his ass back, trying to
get whoever was touching him to enter more deeply, though whoever's
hand was in him was teasing him on purpose.
        Finally, he felt a surprisingly large hand on his waist, the
fingers of the left hand almost circling his waist as the fingers of
the right hand spread copious amounts of lube in, on, and around
Ryan's muscular white ass. He moaned in anticipation, knowing that if
his masters required lube for whatever was to come, that it must be
huge. Since Friday, he'd graduated from taking one well-lotioned
finger up his ass, graduated all the way to bottoming out on nine inch
cocks lubed only by the spit he left sucking and the cum that was
repeatedly deposited deep inside him.
        "Our newest member has just joined us this weekend, for the
first time ever." Some in the crowd ooh-ed and ah-ed as the man behind
Ryan got out a monstrous butt plug, nearly eleven inches long, nearly
four inches across at the base. "This is not just Ryan's first fetish
experience, but his first gay experience." He lubed the plug
generously, too, though he wondered how much lube he actually needed
-- Ryan seemed to thrive on some kinds of pain. "Friday morning, this
young man had never had so much as a finger up his ass, and now look
at him. His ass is begging for it!" And it was, much to everyone's
amazement, including Ryan's. As the man behind him pressed the plug
into his hole, he couldn't help himself but press back. Rather than
tease him with just the tip, the man behind him was surprised when
Ryan's ass grabbed at the plug, the walls of his asshole pulling in
the plug.
        Ryan gasped, just a little, as the man behind him slammed the
plug deep in his ass. He felt full, but not uncomfortably so, not
unbelievably so. In fact, he felt incredibly aware of each subtle
curve of the toy in his ass, aware of the conical tip, aware of the
swell midway down the black plastic, and aware, especially, of the
grip of his ring around the most narrow part of the toy. With every
inhalation, Ryan's eyes grew a little more glazed, his focus
increasingly on that small part of him that was being fucked, though
he was also quite aware of his own rock-hard dick, dripping copious
amounts of cum, droplets falling to the floor each time the man behind
him flicked at or twisted the base of the plug.


        "Take off the gag!" Someone shouted from the audience. The
ball gag in his mouth had been holding his mouth open for what seemed
like weeks, but wasn't even hours. When the plastic ball popped out of
his mouth, covered in spit, Ryan tried to work his jaw muscles a
little bit -- for the first time, his jaw was feeling a little sore,
though he was sure that he'd forget once there was dick in his mouth
and cum in his throat.
        As Ryan worked his jaw briefly, during those spare moments,
the man who seemed to be in charge slapped him on the ass, hard. Ryan
had never liked being spanked before; in fact, he hadn't been spanked
since he was nearly 6, and now at 21, he was surprised how wonderful
the spankings could make him feel. The first slap, because Ryan had
not anticipated it at all, made the plug in his asshole nearly jump
all the way out, and he had to try harder than seemed necessary to
ensure the plug didn't escape. The second slap, and the third, and
then those after, forced the plug in his ass to jiggle back and forth
deep inside. Ryan could barely contain himself when he felt the plug
start to be pulled out of him ever so slowly; he kept rocking his hips
backwards. The other man finally pulled the plug out of him ever so
slowly--removing the eleven inches seemed to take minutes,
        "Fuck me." Ryan spoke out of turn and the audience gasped,
just a little. He had been gagged, so they did not expect to hear his
voice. They were even more surprised that he'd forgotten to say "Sir,"
though those nearest to him could see how very glassy his eyes had
become.
        The man behind him shoved the entirety of the plug back inside
him in one none-too-gentle motion, then moved further into the light.
His cock was huge, longer than the plug but not quite as big around,
and his balls were covered in the same curly, thick hair as the rest
of his body. He slapped at the plug again, then took it in and out of
Ryan again, this time taking the plastic all the way out, showing off
the gaping asshole's hunger.
        "Fuck you, who? Did someone speak?" He looked around the room,
feigning ignorance. "I know this slave did not just speak without
permission, nor forget to say Sir to me." There was a moment of
awkward laughter -- every man in the place had played a part in these
games at one point or another, and each knew the importance of the
slave rules. Ryan had just violated perhaps the most basic rule,
though the extreme stretching of his ass, and his glazed-over eyes
might have suggested an incapacity or inability to follow any kind of
rules, or even any kind of logical train of thought. Ryan had the look
of empty hunger--it was clear that he desperately needed something
bigger in his ass, going deeper, and going in and out of him faster
and faster.
        "This slave spoke, sir. Please fuck me." He couldn't believe
the words that came out of his own mouth -- Friday morning, he'd
basically been a virgin, and now he was begging a stranger to cram his
dick in his ass. "Please fuck me, sir. Bury your cock in my ass. I
want you to cum in me so much that I can feel it drip down my leg."
        "No." When the man said this, Ryan looked genuinely
crestfallen. Those standing closest to him might have even seen tears
well up in his eyes. He hadn't even known he needed it two days ago,
but the thought of not getting that cock up his ass right the fuck now
made him unbelievably sad.
        "Please fuck me sir. I'll do anything you want. I'll clean you
off afterwards. Cum in my mouth. Cum on my back. Cum where you want
to. Please fuck me. I need that big cock deep in my ass. Don't be
gentle. Fuck me like you mean it." Though the words coming out of his
mouth shocked him, he knew that from this weekend forward, he'd
forever be begging for men to dump their cum in him. His dick was
harder than ever, and he felt like he might cum just from the words
behind him.
        "I think it's time for the show to begin!" said the man behind
him. The show to begin? Ryan was a little bit confused by that -- he
thought that he was the show, that the show had been going on all this
time, that the two hours he'd spent this morning already tied up were
part of his graduation ceremony. "Just relax, you'll love it," said
the man, whispering in his ear as he kissed him with a tenderness Ryan
had not expected.
        "Raise the lights." Ryan looked around, as much as the ropes
would allow his neck to move -- though he could not see the full room,
he could see enough of it to realize that there were more people than
he would have ever guessed. His skin glistened with sweat and his
muscles strained against the bondage ropes. He swallowed, hard, to
look up at an audience of near 200 people, all sitting around an
auditorium style room in various states of undress, some clad head to
toe in leather, some wearing just their piercings, some just their
skin.
        "I wanted to introduce to the Academy our newest member,
perhaps one of the most natural trainees it has ever been my privilege
and pleasure to know. In just two short days, Ryan has progressed
farther than some of those who stayed with us past the expiration of
their year's contract." A year? Ryan thought to himself. A year? He
could do this for a month or a year or a decade and never be done with
dick, he decided. "Cue the video."


        The video was projected on the screen behind him, and it
showed his interview -- most of it, anyway. Ryan looked up, fascinated
to see himself blown up across the big screen. He felt he looked quite
different than he had two days ago, and, in fact, he did -- there was
much less hair on his head, no hair on his body, not even pubic hair,
and what could only be described as a lack of purpose. The interview
had not gone well, he had thought at first, mistaking the sternness of
the interviewers for hostility, when instead what they were showing
was the first hints of what they felt he needed.
        "What brings you to us?" The man asked Ryan. Ryan still did
not know if the man had a name besides Master. He'd never heard the
hairy man called by anything but Master.
        "I need to learn a few things." Up until this point, Ryan had
not had an inkling that he was about to experience such an awakening;
he thought he might, at best, go to a workshop or campfire up in these
mountains, maybe meet a few new people, maybe bump into old friends.
The man who was called Master slid some paperwork over, and handed
Ryan a pen.
        "Sign. We'll start teaching you right away." The ink had not
even dried when the Master's voice spoke. "Kneel." Ryan knelt
immediately, and Master noted right away that there was no hesitation
whatsoever, no question as to why, no thought for the comfort of his
knees. He just sat there, kneeling, wondering what was to happen next.
        "Unzip my pants." Ryan reached out his hands and was surprised
to find them slapped away. "With your teeth." The Master's jeans were
tight, and even once Ryan managed to undo the zipper, the pants would
not come down. Ryan had to shuffle closer to the Master on his knees,
then grab the fabric bunched at Master's thighs, and as he grabbed at
the pants-leg with his teeth, the Master's cock bounced against his
cheek. Ryan was instantly amazed at how incredibly warm the cock was,
as though all the heat of the man was concentrated in just those
inches of flesh. He had never so much as seen a cock other than his
own before, not even when he was younger,, so he had nothing to
compare the Master's cock with besides his own.
        "Kiss the tip of my dick." As Ryan knelt, the Master stood
there with the head of his cock level with Ryan's lips. "Kiss it. Lick
the head." When Ryan reached out the tip of his tongue to touch the
glittering drop of pre-cum building up, something inside him snapped
at the first taste of cum. Ryan pretended to fall, impaling his throat
around the cock in front of him. He surprised himself, and his Master
too, when his nose was pressed in Master's pubic hair, and he could
feel the cock throbbing not just in his mouth, but in his throat as
well.
        Master was amazed to find his dick tonsil deep in this young
man -- amazed, that is, that having his dick tonsil deep did not seem
to bother Ryan in the slightest. Every candidate who arrived here
ended up being fucked in the throat -- but usually after time had been
spent on training. Master could remember one candidate who'd
progressed to this easy, gag-less throatfucking after almost two
weeks, but this was unbelievable. As Master's thoughts wandered, Ryan
looked up from his kneeling position. His eyes met his Master's, and
he mistook the look his Master gave him for one of disappointment,
when really Master was so amazed that he almost felt out of control.
        He bobbed back up to the end of the cock, once again taking
just the tip into his mouth. Ryan spoke around the cock head "Am I
doing it wrong? What's wrong?" Master grabbed his head by the back and
ever so slowly inched his way back down the young man's throat.
        "There's nothing wrong. You're a natural." Master said, and
was not lying. "Do you like the taste of cum?"
        Ryan tried to speak around the dick filling his mouth and
throat, but could only manage a moan. He tried to say "I've never
tasted any but my own," though the sounds from his mouth were
incomprehensible.
        "You will, if you don't already." Master said. "I'm getting
close to cumming. I want you to take the tip of my cock in your mouth,
and roll it around with your tongue. When I cum, swallow. All of it.
Every last drop. If some spills on the floor, you will lick it up from
the floor."
        Ryan was in heaven as he swirled his tongue around the crown
of Master's cock. He ran his tongue up the ridgeline and back down,
swirled it from top to bottom, flicked at the bottom with his tongue,
even licked up and down Master's pee slit.
        "Are you sure you haven't done this before?" Master asked, his
knees wobbling a little.
        "Never. Yours is the first cock I've ever seen besides my own."
"I'm going to come soon, but I'm not going to tell you when. You'lll
be able to figure it out eventually, I hope, but your job is to be
ready for cum whenever and wherever cum happens to be. Hold it in your
mouth. Don't swallow" And with that, Master stuck his dick deep down
Ryan's throat again, at first helping himself to a slow, gentle suck,
then fucking Ryan's face with increasing ferocity.
Ryan felt a strange tickle in his throat as Master's cock pulsed,
first once, then twice, down his throat, then a third time as he
pulled his cock back. He jetted nearly a quarter cup full of sperm
with his first splatter, then less and then less again. The cum in
Ryan's mouth obviously tasted wonderful to him -- he had a wide smile
as he looked up to meet Master's face, and when he stuck his tongue
out to show Master the load in his mouth, he couldn't help himself and
almost started to laugh. "What's next?" Ryan asked.
"What's funny?" Master asked him, the session starting to go
off-script a little.
"I love it. I could drink your cum every day."
"Mine's not the only cum in the world, you know."
"If I could eat cum the rest of the weekend, I would, I think." The
idea didn't sound bad to Ryan. He'd so enjoyed the first dick in his
mouth that he was already beginning to think of the next.
"That can be arranged." Master said. What he means to be is ominous,
though he doesn't scare Ryan even a little bit at this point, no
matter the four inches of height Master has on him, or the 80 pounds.
Instead, Ryan wondered what the next cock will be like -- smaller,
bigger, longer, shorter, darker, lighter, and what the next load of
cum will taste like -- his own had always been somewhat salty, but
Master's cum had seemed to possess its own brand of sweetness.
        Master snapped his fingers and three men entered the room, all
of them dressed in leather arm straps and metal rings around their
cocks. Ryan looked over to the men and saw that two of them are as
hard as he can imagine already, while one is only half-hard. "Ryan,
these men are also here to help train you. Please oblige them with
whatever they ask of you." Ryan nodded his head. These men did not
look as "nice" as Master, though Ryan remained unsure whether that was
because they were not as handsome, their cocks were not as large, or
some other unknown thing. "This is an advanced lesson, but if you can
pass the test, you don't need this particular training.
        The three men came up around Ryan, who was still kneeling on
the ground. One came to his left side, the other to his right, and in
the middle stood another cock, this one probably 8 inches long, 2
inches around. "Stick my dick in your mouth, slut." "Grab my dick and
jack me off," "Play with my balls." The instructions came all at once,
but Ryan kept up, his hands working independently of his mouth. The
dick in his mouth started pressing against him harder and harder --
truly fucking his throat. Where the instructor had thought to break
him, he just opened up his mouth and let the dick slide in and out and
up and down, covering it with spit and careful to avoid even the
suggestion of teeth. "I'm cumming!" said the man whose dick was buried
deep in this throat. Ryan once again felt the pulsations coming up the
shaft from the bottom, but before he had quite realized the man was
cumming, he'd lost nearly two thirds of the load to his stomach. This
time, the cum was almost spicy, and much thinner than Master's load
had been. Ryan kept the dick in his mouth as it softened, his hands
still occupied with a cock and balls, though once the head of the dick
plopped from his mouth, the two other men came towards him together.
Both of them wanted their dick in his mouth, and both wanted it now.
Rather than compete, he took the heads of both dicks in his mouth and
swirled his tongue around and over both of them, then took turns
bobbing up and down off of each dick, each time burying his nose in
the pubic hair, here blonde, the other sandy brown, where the first
had been covered in a thick black fur almost like Master's.
        The three guys were amazed at how easily Ryan was able to
sneak the length of their cocks all the way down his throat -- most
often, when they were not serving as someone's guest-slave, they were
a `throat-fucking crew.' All three of them liked the feel of someone
struggling for breath while stuffed with cock, but this was something
new to them. The last slave had taken nearly three weeks before they
were able to fuck his throat with any regularity, but that slave still
didn't seem to be enthused with a dick far down his throat.

Ryan looked up and watched the video, as his use and abuse for the last 48
hours was broadcast for the whole room to see. While he had known when
he signed the paperwork that everything would be filmed, he had no
idea that there would be so many men here. How many were local? Would
he be able to walk into the market or down the street without one of
these men recognizing him? He had imagined strangers getting off to
footage of himself with the Master and some of the other fellows, but
to imagine the neighbor knowing how hungry he was for cock? When he
looked up he saw that the footage had moved on to the next phase of
his training.


        "Ryan, you did an amazing job with deep throating. You're a
natural. A true natural. Wonder of the world status." Ryan is
embarrassed to hear Master say these things -- he had expected to be
called a slut, a whore, a faggot, and worse, but a `natural?'
        "Thank you sir."
        "Now, strip." Master's voice allowed no argument, and Ryan
thought to himself that he'd strip for Master whether or not there was
any contract he'd signed. Ryan quickly shed his pants and his
underwear, and felt the need to cover his dick with one hand.
        "Move your hand, slave."