Date: Fri, 2 Nov 2012 11:12:36 -0700
From: john smith <obedientboy4sir@gmail.com>
Subject: Learning to Serve series - chapter thirteen

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Several Masters and Sirs on the web have asked for this story, so i thought
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Chapter Thirteen - Learning to serve never really ends...


The plane landed and several people including the Big-dicked Man
exited. Before leaving, He leaned into me and pinned me hard against the
seat. He shoved His big meaty hand down the front of my jeans and squeezed
my balls hard. "Text me when you land, boi" He threatened, "or else."

He released me just as i thought i might scream out loud or faint. He
chuckled, got up and left. For the first time in over five days, i was
alone, completely alone. my mind was reeling. my thoughts went exactly
where Master had warned me they might go - directly to the negative. What
the hell had i gotten myself into? i questioned everything. i was lost and
confused and a mess of unknown. i leaned against the window of the plane
and quietly cried myself to sleep.

Once the plane was back on the ground, my boy-dick strained in its
confinement - immediately reminding me of who and what i was now. i grabbed
my phone and dutifully texted the Big-dicked Man and told him i was on the
ground. i waited anxiously to exit the plane, checking my phone every few
seconds to look for a response. Even just a couple of hours with my
boy-dick locked down was driving me up a wall, i began to sweat - thinking
of the days ahead. The cage gave me a slightly larger bump in my pants, but
really not much more than would've been there with a cockring.

Finally, the little green light flashed on my phone - a text! i looked at
it and saw that it was from Master. It was simple and direct: "I have paid
this Man a lot of money to train you, boy. i see potential, He will bring
it out. Obey him as you would Me. Text Me back if you're in. THIS IS YOUR
ONE AND ONLY CHANCE TO OPT OUT."

Just seeing a text from my Master comforted me so that, i replied
immediately and without hesitation, "yes Sir, i'm in, Sir, thank You, Sir."

Seconds later, as i was walking through the airport, my phone rang. It was
the Big-dicked Man. i stopped in my tracks and answered meekly, "hello,
Sir."

"Mens Room, end stall, naked, NOW!" He barked. i almost dropped the
phone. He hung up, i looked all around me for the nearest Mens Room and
followed the signs. By the time i got to one with an empty end stall, i
barely had my boots off when the phone rang again. i practically ripped off
the tee shirt and dropped my jeans to the floor, and answered in a low
voice, trembling "yes Sir."

"Fold those clothes, boy. Do not disrespect the few shreds of clothing I
allow you or else they will all disappear, forever." He barked. i held the
phone close and folded the clothes.  my boy-dick was leaking. my confused
mind was racing. Could he see me somehow?

"Kneel and wait, boy." He ordered a few seconds later. "Do not let Me get a
bad report or I'll be there tonight to whip your boy-hole into a bloody
cunt. Got it?" He asked. My mind instantly recalled the first whipping my
boy-hole ever felt, just couple of days ago at the resort. It was sheer
agony.

"Yes Sir," i replied, respectively, nervously. The phone went dead.

i knelt there on the hard tile floor for a few minutes, my knees were
aching. Just as i was about to shift my weight, i heard boot steps coming
towards me. my heart raced and a droplet of cold sweat trickled down my
back.

A very tall, rough looking Cowboy opened the stall door, walked in, and
locked the door.  He didn't say a word, just pointed to His boots and
leaned back against the wall. i immediately began to lick them clean, even
though they were fairly shiny to start with.  He leaned down slapped my ass
and then rubbed a big fat finger across my hole. i shuddered and kept
obediently licking the boot in front of me. my boy dick strained in the
cage and leaked a steady stream of precum.

He grunted, reached down and pulled me up to my knees and roughly ground my
face into the obscene bulge in His Levis. The Cowboy kicked my knees apart,
wider and wider, until i thought I'd split; all the while holding my head
tight to His bulge. With my knees spread so wide, my trapped boy dick and
full balls were accessible and vulnerable.  He kicked my nuts a couple of
times and i almost reached down to cover them, but knew better than to move
my hands from behind my back.

The Cowboy unbuckled His belt and unbuttoned the 501s. His big cock fell
out, no underwear held Him back. It was a good six inches semi-hard and
growing thicker by the second. He didn't need to instruct me at this point,
i did my boy-best to swallow it whole.  i sputtered and choked some, but
soon got the full hard eight down my throat. He pinched and pulled my ears
painfully as i worked His cock. i thought He was going to tear my ears off
at one point, but i focused on my task and soon enough, He shoved His rod
deep and grunted out four good volleys of cum, straight down my aching
boy-throat.

He pulled out and splattered a sizeable fifth and sixth shot on my
face. Then, He smeared it all over with His fading cock. i felt cum in my
eyebrows, my scruffy beard and my neck. He rubbed it into my face with His
big rough hand, like it was a moisturizing cream. Then He smiled, tucked
His cock back in and buttoned up.

The Cowboy stood me up and backed me into the wall. i glanced at His face
only briefly, mostly keeping my gaze respectfully lowered. He slapped my
face a couple of times, twisted the hell out of my nips and then slapped my
balls until i thought I'd pass-out or throw up. Just before that, He gave
them a fierce tug downward. He laughed and then turned to leave. "Good
fucking whore boy," He sneered and left.

i slid down the wall as He left and waited again. i looked over at my phone
and after a few minutes the green light started flashing. The text from the
Big-dicked Man read "good boy, get home NOW."

i quickly dressed and hopped on the train for home. i didn't dare wash the
cum off my face, i just rubbed it in deeper. my tee shirt rubbed rough on
my nips as the train jostled from stop to stop. i texted the Big-dicked Man
to let him know i was on the train, He instructed me to stand in the
farthest corner of the train. Boys never sit, those seats are for
hard-working Men, real Men. He had me pick out the hottest guy on the train
and instructed me to stare at His dick i looked around and settled on a
construction worker with a decent package. i texted the Big-dicked Man to
let him know; seconds later my phone rang and His voice boomed.

"Hello Sir" i greeted Him respectfully, in a quiet, low voice. He
instructed me to keep my eyes on the hot Man and especially His crotch,
while He explained the week ahead. It would not be easy. i was to strip
completely naked in the hallway outside my apartment, before walking in the
door. There would be tests of my mental preparedness for the humiliation of
being a kept boy. There would be times when strangers would make use of my
holes. There would be pain and suffering, but there would be learning. my
reward would be a smile on the face of the Big-dicked Man when i reached
His house on Friday nights. i would go to His house every weekend and leave
from His house every Monday morning, sometime after midnight on Sunday. We
had six weeks to get me into shape and then I'd be sent to my Master for
inspection and adjustment. An email with instructions was waiting for me.

I listened intently. my boydick throbbed and strained in the cage. my eyes
remained locked on the construction worker's bulge in His worn jeans. A wet
spot formed in my jeans and i was clearly breathing hard. The Big-dicked
Man explained that anytime a real Man addressed me i was to be obedient,
respectful and help him out in any way that i could.

"For example, boy, if that construction worker was to notice you staring at
His beautiful bulge and idly adjust it, a good boy cocksucker would smile
gratefully and lick His lips.  If He was to approach the cocksucker, it
would not look him in the eye, it would keep its gaze downward and it would
do whatever it was told with zero resistance. Follow him to an alley, get
on its knees and suck His cock, let it fuck the boy-throat and use it for
His explicit pleasure. Got it, boy?"

I was lost in a haze, thinking about the words He was saying, when i heard
again in a loud voice "GOT IT, BOY?" i blushed crimson, i was sure the
entire train heard it, but probably not.

"Yes, Sir, got it, Sir." i answered quickly as the train stopped. "Sir,
this is my stop, Sir." i explained as i exited the train. The construction
worker smiled in my direction and without thinking i smiled back and licked
my lips. i jumped off the train.

"Stay with me, boy, walk to your apartment." The Big-dicked Man instructed
me. i listened and walked the half block south. i told him i was unlocking
the front door as i did and walking up the stairs to the third floor as i
did. There were only two apartments on the third floor of the old house. i
was pretty sure the other was vacant at the moment. In the hall outside my
apartment, the Big-dicked Man demanded that i strip.

"Naked, NOW, boy!" He barked. i almost dropped the phone. i was shaking
like a leaf. i took off my shirt and slipped off my boots and socks. i was
so nervous and excited. i unzipped my jeans and lowered them. i had never
been naked outside of my apartment. i was terrified that someone would see
me. i was breathing really hard. The Big-dicked Man was laughing.

"Snap a pic of yourself, cocksucker, and send it to Me, NOW" He barked. i
was never very good at these self portraits, but i tried. On the fourth try
it looked OK and i sent it.

It seemed like forever before He said "Good boy, you may unlock the door
and go in, boy. Remain naked." He hung up. i went inside. i set my bag down
and felt some sense of relief. i was back home in my space, but clearly my
head was in an entirely different space. my boy-dick strained in its
cage. i booted up my computer and grabbed something to eat. It felt cool in
the apartment, so i turned up the heat. i'd been naked here before, but
just to walk from the bedroom to the bathroom. Suddenly i found myself
naked looking around in my refrigerator for something to eat. i knew that
if i didn't have the cage on my boy-dick, i would've been jacking it off
already. The trip was that hot and somehow, i'd signed up to bring it home.

i grabbed a glass of water and a sandwich and sat down in front of the
computer. In my email in-box was a minutes-old email from my Master. i was
very excited.


Boy:

According to the Trainer, you're in the apartment, naked, and adjusting to
your new life.  This is how it will be for the next six weeks, boy: naked,
slightly chilled, with a boy-dick constantly dripping precum. you will live
in a constant state of horniness and arousal focused on one thing: serving
Me. I've already invested in you boy and you did me proud this weekend,
this is the next level. It's harder, more painful, and rougher. I want you
to do this boy. It's what you were meant to do and moreover, boy, it's what
I want.

you're confused and doubtful now, I know, but trust Me, boy. Master knows
best.

There is no rest time in this program, boy. It has already started and it
will be rough tonight. Tomorrow, Tuesday and Wednesday will be
Hell. Thursday will be impossible and the Thursday night, you will be
delivered to the Trainer' facility. It's a two hour ride and you'll be
hoarse when you get there. Explain to your Boss that you're starting a new
training program, you will be very sore. Tell Him you'll need Thursday and
Friday off, but you will make it up to Him next week.

You'll be trained every waking and resting hour, boy. It will be
difficult. You will have doubts and emotional outbursts, you may even try
to get out of this; but I know you, boy.  Master knows His bitch boy very
well. you will never leave, and when you're here at My feet, you'll do Me
so proud.

The Trainer will hold absolute authority over you (your body, your mind,
your soul) for the next six weeks, there will be several Men to serve. My
boy's holes will get worked over very hard, very often, and in ways it
never imagined. There will be a lot of learning through discipline and
corrective punishment. There will be tears, screaming, and many Mondays
with a hoarse voice.

your pathetic life will change and you will feel better and more safe than
ever. The fear and confusion you feel now will fade and be replaced with an
attitude of gratitude and life of service. The things that confuse the boy
now, like decisions about money and your job and your future, will
disappear. Master will manage all of that and more. you will be healthier
and more fit than you ever imagined, the boy will glow. It'll be like when
a boy lets go of being in control and becomes property (the "it") of His
Lord and Master.

Welcome home, boy.

Master


Within minutes of reading the email, i replied with my eager and
enthusiastic joy, thanking Him profusely and promising to make Him a very
proud Master. Seconds after that, my phone buzzed, and the Big-dicked Man
was texting my next orders.