Date: Wed, 28 Dec 2011 15:31:36 -0800
From: John Smith <obedientboy4sir@gmail.com>
Subject: Learning to serve - Chapter One - Arrival

Learning to Serve

Chapter One - Arrival

Disclaimer: All rights reserved.  No part of the story can be reproduced in
any form without the permission of the author.

Several Masters and Sirs on the web have asked for this story, so i thought
i'd post it here. Respectfully to the Masters involved, i have embellished
some. The names, dates, and places are changed to protect all involved.
This is loosely based on a true story. Your constructive feedback is very
welcome at obedientboy4SIR@gmail.com. Please, enjoy.

This boi's first leather BDSM experience was at a California event a while
back. After two months of chatting and preparing, i anxiously got on a
plane. It was a short flight, but with a weeks worth of pent up cum, my
balls ached the whole way. As ordered, i wore a tight pair of Levis, my old
black Docs, black leather belt, black socks, black jock, and a tight black
tee. Everything i had packed was strictly ordered, nothing extra. In my
carry- on bag i had a black leather cockring and some magazines. Once the
plane landed, i texted Master that i was there. "get your boi ass to the
restroom and put that cockring on now" was the strict response. i found the
nearest Men's room opposite the gate area where i entered. Inside the last
stall i opened the carry-on and pulled out the cockring. My boi dick was
getting hard fast, so i had to work quickly to get the cockring snapped
into place. By the time it was snapped, my dick was a rock solid six-inch
boi cock. i snapped a pic and texted it to my Master, he replied tersely
"put that away boi, don't touch it, get your shit and get in a cab, now."

I pulled myself together, tucked away my hard-on. My Levis bulged
obscenely. There was little i could do to hide it; mostly i tried putting
the carry on in front of me. i walked to the baggage claim area and watched
for my suitcase. As much as i tried to hide it, i caught more than one
leather guy looking me up and down and smiling. The baggage took forever.
After a few minutes, one very tall and handsome Sir came up to me and asked
me if i was there for The Event, i answered "yes Sir." He sneered and
patted my ass, "what resort boi?" i told Him where i was staying and that i
was to be a collared boi for the weekend. "hmmph, not collared yet though"
He said, patting my ass even more.  "no Sir, just under orders to be
respectful to my Superiors and not to touch my dick until ordered Sir" i
replied in a hushed whisper. My suitcase finally came around the conveyor
and i grabbed it. He had His. "My resort's near yours boi, follow Me."
Grateful to not have to worry about a cab, i followed Him.

He grabbed a cab and as the cabbie opened the door for us, He appeared to
pay the man in advance. He put His hand on my head and pushed me forcefully
into the backseat of the cab. He chatted with the cab while the cabbie
loaded our bags. He got in and said "shirt boi" holding out His big meaty
hand. i looked puzzled, He repeated "shirt, now."  He looked impatient and
i wondered what i'd gotten myself into. i took my shirt off and handed it
to Him. He smiled, reached over and rubbed my head, "good boi." He pulled
my head to His lap and unbuttoned His jeans. i guess i was paying for a cab
ride after all.  His cock was a good seven inches and quite thick. i had
trouble getting it in my mouth at first, He pulled my head up and spit in
my mouth. The added lube helped and soon i was sucking His cock like no
tomorrow. "This'll be quick boi, don't make a mess" He ordered; all the
while tweaking the hell out of my left nipple. i did my best to keep it
quiet and the sloppiness contained. Just as my jaw started aching, He
pushed on the back of my head and forced His cock deep in my throat. i saw
stars, started to choke, and he slapped my head. "easy boi, almost there"
he said. A few more pumps and He was there, firing a good five ropes of cum
into my hungry mouth. Like a good boi, i took it. i swallowed it. i love
cum.

i nursed Him back to a normal state, still a big cock. i gently tucked Him
back into His jeans and rested my head in His lap. The cab stopped about a
minute later. i was sure we were being kicked out, but the cabbie announced
the name of my resort. It was a fast cab ride. Sir got out and hugged me
goodbye "be a good boi for your Master, He's a lucky son-of-a-bitch." He
slapped my ass, smiled at the cabbie and the cab took Him away.

i pulled myself together best i could, standing curbside at the resort. i
put my tee shirt back on and looked at my phone. Master had texted me the
code to the main gate of the resort. i'd been to this resort a couple years
ago, so i knew my way around. It's clothing optional, gay-owned, and booked
solid on weekends like this. His instructions were clear, "enter the
resort, leave your shit by the door to room 112, strip completely naked and
find Me at the pool."

i found room 112. Each room had a semi-private, small porch area and
stripped naked, removing my boots, clothes and cockring. The rooms were
built around the central pool area and i could see my Master from there. i
walked over, my adrenaline was pumping and i was a little nervous. A
million thoughts ran through this boi's head: He is as sexy as His pics,
look at His guns, His pecs, His... wow - look at that bulge... Master was
lounging in a chair with a black speedo on. There was a beach towel folded
neatly next to His lounge chair. He pointed to it as i approached. i knelt
down beside Him and waited.  "welcome to the desert, boi" he said as he
reached out and rubbed my head "i heard my friend Joe got you here in
style." i was a little surprised. How did he know?

He pulled my head into his armpit. Reading my mind, he said "I know
everything, boi."  He laughed and rubbed my head, reached down and stroked
my hard dick a few times.  His musky man smell was intoxicating. i thought
i'd lose my load right there. He gently lifted my head up from his sweaty
pit, smiled at me, and gently slapped my face. i smiled back and said
"thank you SIR." For someone new to this, it felt like home.

Master handed me the room key and instructed me "go to the room and make
sure you're clean, boi. Then empty your suitcase neatly on the bed,
boi. Put on your motorcycle boots and kneel in front of the bed for
inspection, I'll be there in ten minutes, sharp." i thanked Him, stood
up. As i turned to leave, i got a sharp slap on my ass and hurried to the
room.

Inside the room, i quickly douched out remembering His instructions from
weeks of online video chat: always spotlessly clean, always lift both
toilet seat and lid (seats are for Masters only), never any lube or lotion
or anything scented when cleaning out. i was already clean, so it went
fast. i emptied the suitcase into neat piles on the bed. Tee shirts, jocks,
socks, jeans, toys, toiletries all neatly laid out. i put the motorcycle
boots on and knelt at the foot of the bed, just as He turned the handle on
the door and walked in. Also as instructed earlier, my gaze was always
downward unless He changed that. i stared at the floor.

Master walked around the room, putting His stuff down, picking other things
up. Then he stood in front of me. He'd put His big black boots on. He
kicked my legs apart and stepped right between them; his bulging speedo
bumping my forehead. He pulled my face into His crotch. "you like the smell
of your Master, boi?" he asked. My boi dick was dripping a constant stream
of precum.

"SIR yes SIR, Master." i answered inhaling His smell. "Are you going to be
a good boi for me this weekend, boi? what's your slave oath?" he asked,
still holding my head in His crotch.

"Yes Master, I'll be your good boi, Master. This boi is here to serve His
Masters desires, submit to His whims, and obey His commands explicitly,
Master" i'd memorized that oath over the last few days, repeating it every
chance i had. "good boi" he said, rubbing my head. He reached down and
lowered the front of His speedo. His eight inch Master cock came into view,
it was glorious. My boi dick throbbed. "open" he commanded. i opened my
mouth and he explored it with a couple of His fingers, before putting His
cock in it. In my eagerness i started to immediately suck it. i got a nice
hard slap on the back of my head, "did i say suck it, pig?" i stopped and
calmed myself down, and tried to mumble out a "no SIR, sorry SIR" around
the big helmet in my mouth.

"Listen to me, pig. i'm going to put My collar on you. Once it's locked,
it's there, pig, until I take it off you. Got that, pig?" he sneered. i
mumbled a quick, "yes Master." i heard the dog chain clink, then felt the
cold metal on my neck, then the snap of the master lock and the weight of
it all. It was heavy, but not really tight; like a chunky silver
necklace. i was very happy and proud. After a few months of searching, i
was a collared boi. My boi dick was dripping like crazy. Then the command i
was dying for came, "suck."

i sucked that big Master cock for all it was worth. This was my first test
and i didn't want to fail. It was a big cock, nice thick girth and veiny. i
bobbed like no tomorrow. Licked, sucked and slurped like it was my last
meal. "balls, boi" came a command out of nowhere as Master pulled His cock
from my mouth and stroked it, revealing two perfect plum sized nuts. i
groaned out a "yes Master, thank you Master" before sucking one, then the
other into my eager mouth. "get 'em both in that pig mouth, boi" he
ordered, stroking His cock. i struggled, opened my mouth as wide as i could
and sucked both plums in, worshipping them with my tongue and best i could.

"Eyes up here, bitch" He commanded and i looked up. His tower of cock meat
obstructed most of my view, but occasionally i could see Him sneering down
at me with twinkling blue eyes. God, i wanted to jack my cock so bad, but
something inside told me better. He cock whipped my forehead, then pulled
His balls out of my mouth and shoved His Master cock in. It went all the
way back in one fluid stroke. i started gagging like crazy. i thought i was
going to throw up or pass out. He pulled back a little and said "eyes up
here bitch, listen to Me, trust your Master." He shifted a foot forward and
pinned my aching balls to my leg. My eyes opened wide in agony. He sneered
at me, "who's balls are those, boi?"  Speaking with eight incles of cock in
your throat is impossible, but i tried to say "yours Master." i doubt i
made any sense, but again, he knew my response. "That's right boi, My
balls" he emphasized the point by shoving into them harder. He grabbed my
head and skull fucked me like crazy. i sputtered, spit and slobbered
everywhere, he jack hammered. Finally he growled deep and shot a good hard
load down my throat. My boi dick convulsed and erupted all over His boots -
a pent up week's worth of juice. He chuckled condescendingly, then pulled
me off His cock and said "that's My throat too, boi." He reached down and
roughly rubbed my neck. "Lick that boi snot off My boots, bitch" He
commanded as He collapsed into the arm chair in the room. i eagerly obeyed,
licking every inch of His beautiful boots.