Date: Thu, 26 Jul 2012 21:55:33 -0700
From: john smith <obedientboy4sir@gmail.com>
Subject: Learning to serve series - chapter twelve

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Chapter Twelve – Learning to serve never really ends...

The alarm went off the next morning, way to early. my head was buried in
Master's ripe and sweaty arm pit. As He leaned over to turn off the alarm,
i instinctively slipped lower under the blanket, finding my place between
His muscular legs and taking the head of His semi-hard cock between my
lips. He rubbed my head gently and unleashed His morning piss down my eager
boi throat. My boi dick stiffened as i swallowed gulp after gulp of
delicious Man-piss. i thought, mornings after this will be boring as hell.

Master stoked my head and called me His "good boi," then proceeded to fuck
my throat for all He was worth. Eventually He succeeded in shoving all
eight inches down my throat, but not before i choked and spit up and nearly
vomited His piss everywhere. i love my Master because He is relentless and
determined. He wrapped one strong fist around my chain collar and the other
planted firmly on the back of His slave bitch's head. i knew better than to
resist and struggled to keep my hands together behind my back, while my
throat was repeatedly raped. His brain shattering face slaps only added to
my resolve to satisfy His every desire.

After a solid fifteen minutes of face-fucking He pulled back slightly,
groaned, and then shoved the spurting, giant, stalk of cock deep into my
neck. He unload a good six or seven shots of cum. Most of it went straight
into my belly, but the last couple of shots flooded my mouth. Damn, it was
tasty. i slurped, licked and sucked that beautiful cock clean. After a bit,
He shoved me out of the bed and told me to clean up.

i ran to the bathroom, cleaned my boi-cunt out and brushed my teeth. My
lips we red and puffy, like a genuine cocksucker, my throat was raw. My
ass-lips were tender from all the fucking the day before and my hole was a
little sore. In general, i was exhausted, but still completely horned up
and eager for this weekend to never end.

But, alas, it was over and reality sunk in when i went back into the main
room and Master had suitcases on the bed. He had me present, snapped a
leather ball-stretcher around my sore nuts and then clipped the training
clamps to my nipples, all the while explaining that i needed to focus
carefully on packing His clothes. He then sat in the lounge chair and
ordered me around while i filled His suitcase and my duffel bag in the
precise order He wanted.

After five days, the stretcher and the clamps were still painful, but i had
learned to work through the pain. He was so incredibly sexy, sitting there
all Man – muscle, morning sweat, and a hard gaze. By the time i
finished, He was full fledged hard again. It was a god-cock.

Per His orders, i wrapped up His cock, we'd gone through a box and half of
Magnums in five days. Once wrapped and lubed slightly, i lowered myself
onto him. i felt every inch of the eight stretch my tender hole back to its
"good boi" position – wide and open.

"Damn, boi, this cunt's gotten loose this weekend," He taunted, as He stood
and lifted my little body with him. With one strong arm around my waist He
carried me over to the door and opened it up. A beautiful morning breeze
swept into the room. He never let His cock leave my hole or my feet touch
the ground. A true exhibitionist, He wanted the other Men to see Him
fucking His bitch one last time. And fuck me, He did. If my hole wasn't
loose before that, it was a sloppy cunt after. i did my boi-best to take
it, to squeeze what ever muscle i had left to satisfy this god-cock raping
my hole. A few Men catching an early flight home stopped by the door to
admire Master and His work. Several of them slapped my face gently in a
kinky good-bye gesture.

Eventually Master grunted and shot His last load up His abused and battered
boi-hole. i did my best to squeeze His cock tight, never wanting it to be
withdrawn. He leaned over me and gently nibbled on my ear.

"Fuck you're a hot boi," He said, before pulling out and forcing me to my
knees to clean Him up. i carefully peeled off the Magnum, swallowed it's
cream contents and licked His big cock clean. A high-protein breakfast
keeps a boi healthy and strong.

He slipped on some shorts and we headed over to grab breakfast and to say
good bye to everyone. Master sat with His friends and chatted while i ran
and got Him His coffee and food. At this point, i knew exactly what He
liked to eat and brought everything to His exacting specifications. He let
me eat some yogurt and an apple and a bottle of water, at His feet, never
far away.

Master said good bye to everyone, allowed me to express my gratitude to the
Men and hug my boi brothers, including the hot UK lads, Simon and Jared. i
was sad to say good bye, they were all so important in my learning. We
cried a little in each others arms, but smiled widely when we parted.

Back in the room, Master removed His stretcher and clamps, then ordered me
to clean up and dress in black boots, tight jeans and tight black tee
shirt. After nearly five days of being naked, clothing felt incredibly
restrictive and confining. He dressed similarly, His big cock snaking down
the leg of His low-rise jeans. i hauled Master's bags to His car and packed
them neatly.

As i made my way back to the room, Master was chatting with the Big-dicked
Man. Both were smiling and laughing, but their gazes turned cold when i
approached them.

"All packed up, boi?" Master asked. i answered quickly and respectfully. He
pushed me to my knees and the Big-dicked Man pulled my head into His
bulging crotch. His huge cock throbbed. i kept my hands together
respectfully behind my back. Master squatted down next to me.

"you will respect this Man like you respect me – ALWAYS. Got it, boi?"
He asked as He squeezed my balls painfully through my jeans. The Big-dicked
Man roughly ground His cock into my face for added emphasis. Master
unlocked His chain around my neck and i felt naked, instantly. "you'll need
to earn this back permanently, boi."

"Sir, yes, Sir, Master." i said as loud and clear as i could. Master
explained that the Big- dicked Man was going to be flying on the same
airline as me and would see me to and through the airport. i was to follow
His orders as if they were Master's orders. He explained that the
Big-dicked Man was a slave-trainer and between Him and Master, i would
transform into the pig, slut, slave boi i was born to be. He warned that it
would not be an easy road. He turned my face to His and smiled.

i smiled back, knowing that my smile affirmed my deepest desires to
submit. Master kissed me hard, choking me with His fat tongue.

"Behave, boi," He said, then He stood and i obediently licked His boots
clean, until He kicked me and walked away.

i stayed on my knees and cried as He left me. It was painful to see Him
go. He just took me through the most erotic threshold and started me down
an amazing path. i had all of a minute to cry, before the Big-dicked Man
reached down and grabbed the scruff of neck, yanking me to my feet.

"Get this fucking shirt off, boi, and put it in your carry-on, NOW" He
barked. i complied quickly, nervously. i remembered what a sadistic Man He
was and i was scared. Once my shirt was off He ordered me to present and
then attached the most painful nipple clamps I'd ever worn, to my
tits. They hurt so bad that i was sure my tits were bleeding, but they
weren't. My whole chest felt electrified and on fire.

"Grab your bag and get in the shuttle out front, I'll be right there. Sit
in the backseat and save a spot for me, next to you. Clear?" He barked.

"Sir, yes, Sir." i answered and ran to the gate with my bag and
carry-on. The tit clamps jingled and dug in hard as i ran. The driver
opened the door and i thanked Him and said that i was expecting someone to
join me. He just grunted and nodded. i made my way to the back seat and
waited anxiously. Master's car was long gone from the parking lot.  Tears
ran down my face. Other Men loaded into the van, i didn't notice who.

"Jesus, boi, pull yourself together," the Big-dicked Man admonished me as
He got in and sat next to me. "Pants down" He ordered. i unzipped my pants
and pushed them to my ankles. He grabbed my balls and squeezed them hard, i
squirmed and grimaced, knowing better than to cry out. Between the agony on
my nipples and the gut wrenching pressure on my balls, i soon forgot about
my sadness.

The drive to the airport seemed like forever. The Big-dicked Man all but
ignored me and my struggle. As we pulled off the highway and onto the
airport road, He released my balls and unceremoniously unclipped the tit
clamps. i thought I'd pass out. My body shook all over. The Big-dicked Man
just laughed and told me to get dressed. i pulled my jeans up and grabbed
my tee shirt out of my carry-on and slipped it on. Outside the van, i
hauled the Big-dicked Man's suitcase along with my duffel bag into the
airport.

Inside, He informed me that we were on the same flight home, but He was
getting off at my lay-over point. i immediately did the math in my head and
realized i had about 3 hours max, with him. i wasn't sure that was good or
bad.

After we checked in, He told me to go to through security and wait for Him
in the restroom (last stall) near our gate. i was to be standing in the
stall completely naked, with my clothes in my carry-on. i was hard as a
rock going through security and with the tight jeans i was wearing, there
was no hiding it. The TSA guys totally checked me out, but i made it
through without incident. i grabbed my belongings off the conveyor belt and
headed for the gate and Men's room.

Once inside, i found the last stall, it was a big handicap stall. i
immediately stripped and got nervous. For the first time in days, i
questioned the sanity of what i was doing. Could i be arrested? i was
beginning to really worry, when suddenly the Big-dicked Man came into the
stall.

He calmly ordered me to present and face the wall, which i did
immediately. Pulling my arms back, He pushed my boi dick and abdomen
against the cold tile wall. i could hear Him fumbling in His carry-on for a
minute and then He turned me around and worked very quickly to put a clear
rubber plastic device around my boi dick. He later explained that it was
called a Birdlock chastity device and it effectively kept me from getting
hard.  It was pliable and fit snug, holding my balls and cock out
slightly. It was secured with a small metal padlock, the key to which, He
kept on His own key chain. i immediately missed my boi dick. It was now
effectively out reach, like my Master.

"That should take some getting used to, boi, but it'll keep you focused for
sure. Now get dressed and meet me in the gate area. Sit on the floor next
to me, in your place." He told me in a calm even voice. Then He left the
stall. i scrambled to put my clothes on.

I was slightly surprised that the chastity device didn't really make my
jeans bugle much more than they already had, but it was clear that i looked
like a slut displaying a big package. Afterall, the device was a cockring
basically, and then a container after that. i didn't have time to examine
it closely, i hurried out to the gate.

I saw the Big-dicked Man sitting in the gate area, near the windows. i
joined Him and sat on the floor near him. It didn't seem unusual as the
gate area was relatively full. He leaned forward and, in a low voice,
explained a few things about cleaning my dick and putting lotion on it to
minimize chaffing. From where i was sitting, His bulge looked obscene. i
remembered back to His room and His huge cock, easily more than ten inches
of intimidating power. He rubbed my head and brought me out of my momentary
trance.

"See, boi, the device is already working. You're focused on My cock, the
only cock, right now. Good boi." He commended me and rubbed my head. i felt
my boi dick stir, but it had no where to go. The Big-dicked Man was right.

Sitting on the floor wasn't easy, the chastity device pulled my balls and
dick forward in an odd way and i had to adjust my position a couple of
times before figuring out how to sit right.

"Sit still, boi," He admonished me, "I have a lot to tell you. Focus on my
cock and listen to me, carefully." i looked at His crotch and i could
clearly make out the outline of His cock arching to the right in His tight
jeans. My mouth naturally salivated and i wanted it.  "good boi, now
listen," He said. He went on to explain that He lived in a city to the
north of me, about an hour by air, three hours by car. He said He knew that
i lived alone and that my job took me to His city regularly. In order to
accomplish Master's desires, we would have regular weekend sessions for the
next 12 weeks. Master would be communicating with us both and expecting
regular reports, complete with video inspections. Other Men and bois would
be involved in my training. Some modest body modifications would be
involved including a rigorous workout routine, piercings, and tattooing –
all according to terms that Master and i had agreed on earlier.

The whole lecture made me so horny and hot, i could barely wait to start. i
needed His cock and was contemplating asking Him if we could go the Men's
room for a quick blow job. But, the gate attendant announced that we would
begin boarding soon and there was no time.

"I can see you're pretty horned up, boi," He commented, "you'll be climbing
the walls in 24 hours." He thought that was funny. He sent me to fetch two
bottles of water before boarding. i went to the nearest news stand and
bought two. i got back just as we were boarding. i gave Him His water and
kept my gaze appropriately lowered.

Somehow, He convinced the woman i was supposed to sit next too, to trade
seats with Him and He wound up sitting next to me, close to the front of
the plane. Once seated, He reached behind me and slipped His big hand down
the back of my jeans. He roughly groped my ass as much as He could with
making too much effort or really being noticed.  To most passengers, we
probably looked like a gay couple with His arm around me.

He leaned into me and told me to offer up my balls to Him, He pulled His
hand free. i spread my legs as wide as i could in the seat and reached
behind me like i was retrieving my wallet. A sizable precum stain was
showing on my bulging boi package. The Big- dicked Man waited until the
passengers around us had passed, then reached over and punched my balls
hard. i buckled immediately and He leaned over me as if concerned about my
well-being. But really, He was pawing and squeezing my balls like
crazy. Just as i thought i would scream, He let up. My body was wracked
with pain.

A flight attendant asked the Big-dicked Man, if i was OK. He told her, that
i was. He explained that it had been an emotional week and i was weak, but
generally OK. He asked for a blanket. i wiped the tears from my eyes and
thanked her when she brought it.  She smiled sympathetically and walked
away.

Things were relatively uneventful as we ascended into the sky and settled
into the quick three hour flight. At some point, i dozed off and woke up to
the blanket covering me and partly covering the Big-dicked Man. My head was
on His shoulder and He was reading a book.

Seeing that i was awake, He shifted the blanket and grabbed my hand. In an
instant i had His cock in my grasp. "Stroke it, boi" He whispered. It
quickly grew to full mast, more than ten inches of cock – not easy to
conceal under an airplane blanket. The Big-dicked Man just kept reading His
book, calmly.

After a good ten minutes of gentle stroking worship, He whispered to me to
tuck it away, get up and go to the restroom. i was to quickly strip naked
in the restroom and He would be in right behind me.

Now i was nervous, i didn't want to get kicked off the plane or have some
violation. i travel for work all the time. i began to sweat. He could read
me like a book. He reached over and grabbed my balls hard.

"Are you doubting me, boi?" He asked as His vise-like grip tightened.

"Sir, no, Sir, sorry Sir" was my response. i started to get up and He
released me and let me out. i quickly made my way to the restroom, entered
and stripped naked, neatly folding my clothes and setting them on the tiny
sink. My boi dick strained in the Birdlocked device. Seconds after folding
my jeans and putting it on the sink, the Big- dicked Man entered the tiny
bathroom.

"You are an obedient boi, even if it does take a little persuasion, now and
then," He said to Himself, pulling His monster cock out and pushing me to
my knees at the same time. i struggled to accommodate Him in the tiny
space, but soon had His big cock in my mouth and inching toward my
throat. Roughly grabbing my head, He fucked my throat hard. He was primed
for this and came relatively quickly, maybe in less than five minutes. Most
of His load went straight into my belly, bypassing any chance for me to
savor the taste.  Once cleaned up, He stood me up and pulled a black marker
pen out of His back pocket.  He wrote His cell number on my abdomen and
told me to text Him as soon as i landed. i agreed and He left me alone in
the tiny bathroom. i locked the door when He left and got dressed. The
flight was almost over.