Date: Fri, 9 Nov 2012 20:42:40 -0800
From: john smith <obedientboy4sir@gmail.com>
Subject: Learning to Serve series - next chapter

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

Please Sirs, Masters, bois... please donate to nifty.org so that these
stories can continue to be posted and hot times can ensue. Please Sirs,
please. (bois, my brothers, do the right thing...)

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 has been
great so far, more is very welcome at obedientboy4SIR@gmail.com.  To all
the Masters and bois who have emailed your compliments to date, thank you
so much, this boi is very grateful.

Chapter Fourteen – No rest

The message was simple. "When you're told, you'll go down and let two of my
Men in.  NAKED boy. The front door. They'll orient it. Obey my Men."

It was an ominous text message, i started to sweat and shake a little. The
old house had other tenants. i was sure some were home. i went over my
front door and waited. Then i paced back and forth. i put my dirty plate
and empty glass in the sink in the kitchen and went to the living room. i
texted my thanks to the Big-dicked Man and said i was ready. i waited.

"GO DOWN AND MEET THEM, NOW boy" came the message, a minute or two later. i
took a deep breath, opened my apartment door and stepped out – naked. It
was chilly in the hallway, i ran to the stairs and went down, trying hard
not to think about anyone else in the building. When i got to the lobby i
saw two strong, muscled Men waiting. They looked mean, but sexy as
hell. One had a black leather duffel bag with Him. i walked quickly to the
door and opened it, welcoming Them in.

One of them whistled and said to the other, "damn, where does the Boss find
these?"

"who knows..." answered the other as He walked in and pushed me back up the
stairs.  Groping and slapping my ass every couple of steps. Once back in
the apartment, He pushed me down to my knees and then forced my head down
to His big black boots. i immediately began to lick them as He spoke. "boy,
you call me Pecs and my partner is Guns, you address us as Sir or
Boss... got it?" He sneered as He bent down a slapped my ass.

"Sir yes Sir, thank you Sir." i answered quickly, not missing a lick. Guns
locked the door and crouched down behind me. He felt me all over, squeezed
my ass cheeks, tugged hard on my balls, tweaked the fuck out of my
nipples. He squeezed my biceps, poked my stomach, and rubbed my thighs and
calves. All the while, i obediently licked Pecs big black boots.

"Good base to work with Pecs, i think we can get somewhere in six weeks."
Guns reported on my physical condition. "Present, boy." Guns ordered. i
stood up quickly, spread my legs wide and laced my hands together behind my
head. They continued the poking and prodding and asked me all kinds of
questions about my general health, workout history and diet.

Both Men were built and ripped, at least 6' 5" and blonde. They could've
been brothers, my boy-dick strained in the cage. Pecs inspected the
apartment like it was his. Guns held my head and commanded me to open my
mouth as wide as possible. i complied and He forced a couple of His fingers
deep into my throat. i gagged a retched like crazy, but did my boy best to
take it, and to hold the position. Tears welled up in my eyes and ran down
my cheeks. He just looked at me with a stern, no nonsense gaze. i choked
and gasped and struggled, He held my head up, with His meaty hand under my
chin, in a firm grip around my neck.

When i didn't think i could take another second, He pulled His fingers free
whipped me around and bent me over. Immediately, both spit covered fingers
were shoved deep into my boy-hole. A little yip escaped my lips and i was
backhanded hard across the back of my head.

"Shut the fuck up, boy" He ordered, reaching under me and grabbing my balls
hard. Just as my knees started to buckle, Pecs stepped in front of me and
unzipped His fly. He fished out a fat 9 inch cock and with little ceremony
forced it deep into my throat. My arms immediately went to His thighs. A
hard slap across my ass reminded me where they belonged. i struggled to let
go, He held His cock deep in my throat until i managed to work my hands
back behind my back. i nearly blacked out.

The whole time Guns held my balls hard and high, forcing me onto the tips
of my toes while His fingers stretched my hole wide. Pecs raped my throat
over and over again, there was throat slime, spit and snot everywhere.

"Don't you dare puke on my cock, boy" He warned, menacingly, "you don't
ever eat until you're told, got that?" His niner just kept reaming and the
sandwich just kept churning. i was really sure i was going to vomit. After
a solid ten minutes of hard skull fucking, He grabbed my head, plugged my
nose and pulled my throat way down over His cock – firing a good five
loads straight into my belly. Guns worked my prostate into overdrive.

"Catch the load coming out of that worthless boy-dick, it's all the lube
you get boy" Guns sneered. i was dizzy as hell, but managed to reach under
myself and find my trapped boy- dick as it started to leak out a load of
cum. My prostate had been effectively milked. i thought I'd collapse, but
Guns wouldn't let me loose. His fingers finally pulled free and He let go
of my balls.

"Lube your cunt, bitch," He ordered. i spread as much of my cum as possible
in and around my hole, shoving it in and spreading it deep. Seconds later,
my hands were slapped out of the way and i was impaled on a monster cock. i
have no idea how big it was, but it rivaled the biggest cock I'd ever
taken. It took my breath away. i gritted my teeth to stop from screaming. i
was sure my hole was being ripped.

Once it was lodged deep inside of me, my arms were pushed back behind me
and cuffed together. Pecs sat on the couch in front for me and held my head
up with His hand under my chin. He sneered and slapped my face a couple of
times. It stung like crazy. He was incredibly beautiful, but sadistic as
His boss, the Big-dicked Man.

"Listen closely, boy," He began, "I have a lot to say and its important
that you follow the rules. you'll be corrected for the most minor deviation
from these rules and breaking them will result in punishment that will
require `sick days' to recover from. Is that clear?"

"Yes SIR, thank you SIR," i shouted, as Guns began sawing His mammoth cock
in and out of my abused boy-hole. He reached forward and lifted my torso up
by my shoulders, effectively impaling me on His cock, holding my back to
His powerful chest. i gasped and shuddered, never having felt so full of
cock. Pecs stood, slapped my face a couple more times, then punched my gut
hard three times. i thought I'd vomit. i yelped and squirmed between the
punches, but they came fast and finished with more face slapping.  This was
by far one of the roughest, hardest sessions i'd ever experienced, but my
boy- dick strained and dripped precum constantly.

"Rule One: NOTHING GOES IN YOUR HOLES WITHOUT PERMISSION!" He barked. "No
food when you're hungry, no water when you're thirsty. No cock when you're
oral fixation is in overdrive, nothing, unless you're told to do it. For
the next six weeks, the Boss, Guns and me will feed and water you and get
your pathetic boy ass on a routine. After that, your Master will take it,
unless you're a total fuck up. you seem like a bright boy. you'll learn
that it's not about you anymore EVER, it's about real Men, period." He
sneered as slapped my face a couple of times. i thought my teeth were loose
and i started to tear up. My headspace was a jumble of thoughts and ideas
and what-ifs.

Before i could even focus, Guns bent me forward and fucked my hole hard. i
screamed out my gratitude and acknowledged rule number one through gritted
teeth. He explained that while His initial words focused on my mouth, He
meant all my holes: my boy-hole, my piss slit, my nose and ears. Nothing
was to go into the boy unless ordered and then it was to be done
immediately and without hesitation. The painful fuck continued until Pecs
reached down and lifted my chin up again. Our eyes locked. i was impaled
completely on the cock.

"Rule Two: MINIMAL CLOTHING!" He barked. "Boy's gonna host an online garage
sale, where he'll sell most of His clothes to low-life, wanna-be Masters
who will pay for used boy-stained underwear and socks. you'll always strip
in the hallway before walking in here and remain naked in this place at all
times. Same for our place and the gym and wherever else we fuckin' tell
you. Got it, boy?" He asked. Before i could speak a couple more punches
landed in my abs and slaps stung my face.

"Sir, yes, Sir. Minimal clothing, Sir, thank you Sir." i shouted. Again, on
cue, Guns bent me forward and fucked the hell out of my hole. By now the
load i'd lubed myself with was wearing thin, He spit on my ass a few times,
but it was quickly becoming a painful dry fuck. i started to really cry. i
was quickly becoming a limp, fucked out rag doll. Guns grabbed my shoulders
again and impaled me back hard on the full mast of cock. i looked at Pecs
through blurry tear-filled eyes.

"Rule Three: ADHERE TO THE SCHEDULE!" He shouted. "Some major things in
your life are going to be transformed in the next six weeks, boy. Where you
live, what you eat, how you work out, how you think – all gonna be
refocused. It's going to be hard, harder than a dry fuck. It's gonna
reprogram your boy head and get you ready to make your Master proud. Now
surrender that pussy and let my friend have it all." i was bent forward,
Pecs cock was rock hard again. He pulled my head towards it as Guns grabbed
my hips and started slam fucking the shit out of me. My whole body tingled
with pain and numbness. i screamed around the cock in my mouth. The
pounding of my throat was as relentless as the cock sawing back and forth
in my hole.

At a certain point, it all went numb. The tingling sensation in my skin
felt like millions of tiny needles pricking me all over, i closed my eyes
and let go. They sensed my surrender and laughed maniacally. The spit
roasting of the new boy continued for another forever, time didn't
matter. All that mattered in that moment was the cock in front and the cock
in back. It was about the deconstruction of who i was and the rebuilding of
a complete subservient boy.

"That's a good boy," Pecs taunted "a natural born submissive bitch
boy. Once the you get it through your head that the pain isn't gonna stop,
that your needs and wants don't fucking matter, your body and mind slips
over to full service mode. It's all about the cocks now, ain't it, boy?" He
was rough skull fucking me and He was absolutely right.  The inner pig was
out and loose. i was craving the pain, craving the hard fuck, breathing
cock. All i could think about was the meat, every bulging vein, every
swinging pair of balls, every inch of stretch.

Guns growled, slapped my ass hard a couple of times and then stiffened up
and shot His load up my ass. Seconds later, Pecs cock went to blue steel
and fired a second load straight into my boy belly. i squeezed every muscle
in my ass and throat, milking their balls dry of all the cum i could
get. In the end, Pecs had to forcibly push me off His cock and direct me to
the clean up duty on Guns. i eagerly took Gun's mammoth 12-inch cock into
my mouth and licked every drop of ass-slime and cum off it while Pec's
proceeded to examine any damage to my hole.

He pried my hole wide open, each thumb was hooked in and pulling. i
struggled to hold still. He rubbed His rough fingers all over the pucker;
pinching and pulling as He inspected it. i did my best to focus on the
giant stalk of cock in my face, it was heavenly.  Finally, Pecs pronounced
my boy cunt to be in good shape, amazingly, no tearing, no damage.

"Cunt's clearly had some use, but that happens in the desert," He remarked
to Guns, laughing.

"Yeah, it was tight, but needs work. This one is gonna be a fast learner
though." Guns chuckled and rubbed my head, then gently slapped it. He
directed me to clean up the pool of precum that had leaked out of my
trapped boy-dick on the floor. i obediently licked up the salty puddle.

When i was finished i was ordered to stand and present. i stood. i was
shaky at best. my feet were far apart, hands still cuffed behind me, gaze
forward and down slightly. Guns pulled a binder out of the duffel bag. It
had multiple tabs and pages and was a good two inches thick.

"This is the textbook, boy" He growled. "Over the next six weeks we'll work
through it.  The last page is a very simple and clear slave contract. If
you get through the training period and pass the Boss's final exam, you'll
be brought into His attorney's office and you'll sign your life away to
your Master." My head was spinning, this was so erotic, but scary as hell
at the same time. i started to shiver. Tears welled up in my eyes.

Pecs stood behind me and wrapped His arms around me in a rough bear
hug. "Let it out, boy, cry away your freedom. Cry away the confusion. Cry
away the indecision. All of that confusion and mystery is going away. The
Boss has a great program. It's worked for dozens of scared and confused
boys just like you. And on that day you sign, you'll be so happy that
you'll feel like pissing yourself." He laughed and reassured me that i
wouldn't dare piss myself without permission.

"Visualize it with me, boy," He said, breathing His hot breath in my
ear. His voice was hypnotic. His big warm arms wrapped around me from
behind, His meaty hand around my neck holding my head high "a naked boy,
more muscular and fit than he's ever been, kneeling next to its
Master. Feel the plush carpet under your knees, boy, this is a rich bastard
lawyer. He'll be smoking His big Cuban cigar and sharing a cocktail with
the Master. He'll have one of His sub bitch's naked and collared, read the
terms of the contract. But you'll have read them a hundred times
already. It's a formality. Master will grow bored before the end of
paragraph One, item A. He'll absent mindedly work the slave tits while it
listens attentively. At the end, the lawyer's sub will set the contract on
the hardwood floor with a cheap Bic pen. Master will push the slave towards
it, but you'll eagerly crawl to it. Master will step on the contract with
His big black boot and put the other boot square on the slave's
back. you'll grab the pen without hesitation and sign your name for the
last time on the line that says slave. It'll kiss its Master's boot and
thank Him profusely. The lawyer's naked sub will take away the Bic pen and
pick up the contract and lightly dust it off, before setting on the desk
for your Master to sign using the lawyers expensive fountain pen. And
that'll be it, you're property... chattel... an object, then." It was a
mesmerizing story and i saw every part of it in my head. Pecs warm arms
held me still.

"Knowing your Master," Guns interjected "He'll have His big hands on your
balls, workin' `em hard the whole time." He laughed and reached over and
grabbed my boy balls and gave them a hard squeeze. i winced, but endured
it, feeling safe in Pecs arms.

They explained that I'd continue to work in my job until they felt i was
committed or far enough along in the training to quit. My mind started
wandering again. i had a good job. i was the executive assistant to the CEO
of hot shot tech company. My boss was Joe Girard, He hired me fresh out of
college and I'd given him 12 good years of service. i really liked Him, He
was a nice guy and He treated me well. my head was spinning until Guns
reasserted His hold on my nuts, bringing me immediately back to the here
and now.

"Focus, boy, this is a long process and it'll take trust and focus" He
emphasized the point by jerk down hard on my balls. my knees buckled and
for that i got a hard slap across the face.

"you're weak, boy," Pecs shouted in my ear. "There's gotta be more
discipline. Am i right, boy?" He asked. i knew the only answer was yes.

"SIR yes SIR" slipped out of my mouth automatically.

"Good answer" He sneered, "let's start with some weight." He pushed my back
forward holding my hips upright. Guns stepped up and held my head down at
His crotch. His mammoth cock was soft, but still incredibly large. With my
legs spread, my balls were easily accessed by Pecs. He grabbed them and
quickly snapped a parachute harness on them. Seconds later i felt the first
weight added and my nuts stretched low in their sack. i groaned, but dealt
with it.

"A little more coming, boy, and some strop, you gotta learn, boy" Pecs
dictated. i just nodded. The weight was doubled and i whined and begged
forgiveness, but got no relief.  my nuts ached like hell and i started to
sweat and squirm. Guns held me steady, His big cock dangling in my face.

"Count `em out, boy, 20 for eating without permission, 20 for losing focus"
Pecs demanded. i was scared. The strop looked harsh and my pain tolerance
was minimal.

"SIR please SIR..." i begged, just before the first swat connected with my
ass. Instantly heat exploded across my body. i screamed out involuntarily,
but quickly remembered my orders and shouted "SIR one SIR, thank you SIR."

Seconds later the second explosion tore up my ass. i screamed again and my
mind went blank. Guns slapped my face and i screamed "SIR two SIR..." By
five i was sobbing, by twenty i was a complete mess. The weight on my balls
was tearing them off, the sting on my ass was electrifying my entire
body. i was crying like a baby.

"Now, now, boy, man up" Pecs admonished me, slowly rubbing my tender
ass. Guns released His hold on my head and they switched places. Pecs
squatted down to my eye level and held my head in His hands.

"Not gonna ever eat without permission again, are ya, boy?" He asked,
looking directly into my watery eyes.

"SIR no SIR never SIR" was my response. He smiled, stood up and pushed my
head between His legs, clamping down and holding me locked in place. i
struggled and cried, but soon felt the next explosive swat.

"SIR twenty one SIR" came out of nowhere. 22, 23, 24 and 25 came in quick
order. If Pecs didn't have me completely locked down and held in place, i
would've fainted. At 30, my voice started to give out. By 35 i was a
blithering, incoherent mess. i made sounds for 36, 37, 38, 39 and 40... but
it wasn't clear. Every blow seemed more powerful than the last, every one
made me scream like a banshee. i was sure my neighbors would hear me, but i
didn't care.

"Damn that's a hot red ass" Guns pronounced as He rubbed it all over. i
just sobbed. Pecs stepped back and released me, lifted my head and asked me
what i learned.

"SIR focus on your message SIR, thank you SIR" i sobbed. He smiled and
rubbed my head and told me that i was a quick learner. The head rub felt
amazing and i shuddered. i was exhausted and i wanted to collapse. i was
shaking like a leaf and sobbing continuously. i was in pain like i'd never
felt. Pecs hoisted me up over His broad shoulder and carried me to the
bathroom. They unlocked my arms and handed me my tooth brush and tooth
paste. When i finished, they set me on the cold rim of the toilet and
watched me pee.

Back in the bedroom, they made me kneel by my bed and they affixed a very
rigid, high leather collar snuggly around my neck. They relocked my arms
behind me – this time with leather cuffs and a carabineer. i was pushed
into the middle of the bed. Pecs crawled into bed and His cock was in my
face. i opened my mouth and sucked it like a pacifier.  Guns turned out the
lights and crawled in behind me. He must have lubed His huge cock, because
with some effort He forced it back up my ass. i passed out plugged full,
but happy. Master was right, there was no rest in the program.