Date: Fri, 16 Nov 2012 20:28:20 -0800
From: john smith <obedientboy4sir@gmail.com>
Subject: Learning to serve series - chapter 15

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Chapter Fifteen - Day One

It was a long night. my throat and ass got used at least twice before
dawn. i was a sticky, sweaty mess of a boy, when i heard the alarm go
off. With my hands cuffed i could only lay there and gently nurse on the
cock in my face, it was huge and belonged to Guns. i couldn't believe that
i'd been fucked by it a few times now. But then i twisted myself slightly
and felt my sore aching ass and throbbing hole. i knew it was true. Pecs
squeezed my tender cheeks and then got up and turned off the alarm. With
little ceremony i was pulled out of bed and unlocked.

"Present, boy" was my good morning greeting. i stood and spread my legs and
locked my hands behind my head. Guns sprawled out naked across the bed, He
was absolutely beautiful. Thick, 12-inch cock, big orange sized balls, and
a bubble butt that didn't quit, all of that was all complimented by muscles
on top of muscles even fucked out, my boy- dick strained and dripped.

Pecs reached down and stretched my balls low in their sack. i moaned a
little, but held my pose obediently. He snapped a harsh two inch stretcher
on my nuts, keeping them aching and low. He ordered me into an old flimsy
pair of running shorts and my running shoes. He pulled similar attire out
of His bag and had me dress Him. The only difference between us was that He
had a jockstrap and tee shirt, i was commando and topless. His basket in
His flimsy gym shorts was huge. He took the cuffs and collar off and
ordered me to the bathroom.

He pointed to the toilet and told me to use it. "Seat up, boy, toilet seats
are for Men." He explained. He stood there and watched as i sat on the edge
of the porcelain bowl. It was all i could do to piss and shit in front of
Him, but after being fucked all night long i didn't really have a
choice. It was a pretty dehumanizing moment and He knew it. He smiled a
devilish smile the whole time. When i finished, He bent me over and wiped
my ass. i wanted to die of embarrassment, He just laughed.

"Its not yours anymore, boy, get used to it" He warned.

He made us protein shakes in the kitchen - lots of raw egg and milk and
fruit. And then we were off. It was cool for late summer, so the shirtless
thing wasn't too bad. Still, my boy-nips were rock hard. Pecs set the pace,
of course, and it was a hard run. He ordered me to stay two strides behind
Him to His right. When He stopped, rarely, i was to crouch next to Him and
look up at Him.

 i think it must've been a good five or six mile run. my caged boy-dick and
stretched balls flopped around all over the place. Every guy we ran towards
checked us both out and smiled, gay or straight. i kept my eyes on Pecs and
tried to not think about how exposed i was. About a mile into the run, i
realized that what i looked like didn't matter. Pecs had full charge and
responsibility for me and i trusted His judgment and direction. If He had
ordered me to run outside, naked, i probably would have obeyed.

The last mile wrapped up near a city park where the trails wind through a
dense wooded area. I'd never run there alone at this hour of the day, but
Pecs confidently strode into the woods and i followed. Once we got far
enough along the trail, He slowed and stopped. i crouched near His right
leg as we both caught our breath.

"Doing good, boy" He complimented me, rubbing my head. i smiled and looked
up at Him, His jock bulged. He ordered me to stand and He pulled the
dreaded training clamps out of His pocket. They weren't exactly the same
nipple clamps that Master used, but they had the same harsh little teeth to
them. i got nervous and scared quickly and started to shiver. He sneered.

"Last set, best set, boy." He said as He clipped the right tit, then the
left. A searing pain jolted across my chest and my tits were instantly on
fire. i whimpered slightly and got a hard slap across the face. He
explained that any pain was a gift to be incredibly grateful for and the
proper boy-response was a loud and clear "Sir, thank you Sir!"

"SIR, THANK YOU SIR!" came out of my mouth, but not before He slapped my
trapped balls, hard. Forcing a second, thank you from me immediately
following the first.

"Guns was right, you are a fast learner. Let's hit it, boy." He ordered and
He was off. The pace was faster than before, the chain between the clamps
pulled hard with every stride.  Sweat stung like hell when it trickled
across my nips. i was sure the clamps were tearing into the skin, but had
no time to look down and figure it out. It took all my effort to keep up
and stay in line.

By the time we turned down my street, the sun was breaking on the horizon
and i was eager to get inside. Pecs unlocked the door and hustled me
upstairs. In the hallway, i dropped the shorts and kicked off the running
shoes and squatted next to Him while He unlocked the door to the
apartment. Sweat poured off of me like crazy. my balls ached so bad, i
thought i'd pass out. my boy-nips were simply on fire.

Once inside the apartment, i undressed Pecs as ordered. His cock was
semi-hard, hanging a fat 7 inches, quickly on its way to a full
nine. Naked, He bent me over the back of the couch and unceremoniously
shoved the hard niner up my ass. Sweat does not make a good lube. i
screamed into the cushions of the couch, He just drove it home. i struggled
to get away from it, but He held me in place and fucked like no tomorrow.

"Your Master might be a clean freak, boy, but i love sweaty boy-hole best
of all. Now get those hands where they belong, there's gonna be some
punishment for that." He grunted.  i grit my teeth and put my hands behind
my back. His bare hand swatted my ass and reignited the fire from last
night.

"SIR thank you SIR" flew out of my mouth. Suddenly a naked Guns was in
front of me.  He lifted my head up and spat in my face.

"What was that thank you for bitch? The sweat fuck? The slap on your ass?
The reminder of your hands position? We have a lot of work to do." He
sneered. my mind was racing. i thought i was doing so well, but i was a
complete fuck up. The tears in my eyes from the pain, now mixed with tears
of confusion and disappointment. Guns stood and held my head up with one
hand, Pecs continued to jack-rabbit fuck my hole. i was begging forgiveness
and crying.

Guns shoved Pecs sweaty jock in my mouth to quiet me. Then He reached under
me with His free hand and tugged hard on the nipple clamps. i screamed out
my gratitude while Pecs moaned and fucked me harder. my body shook all
over.

Pecs reached forward at some point and held me up by my shoulders causing
my back to arch and then my ass to open for the final and thickest half
inch of His cock. As He grunted, Guns positioned himself perfectly. Pecs
orgasm started and the nipple clamps were released. my ass spasmed along
with my entire body. i was in a sea of pain as every muscle tightened.

"SIR THANK YOU SIR" muffled out through the sweaty jock gag, just as i
passed out.

A few sharp slaps to my face brought me back to the light of day. Pecs let
me go and i fell into the couch. He slowly pulled His cock out of my ass,
it felt like a mile of cock.  Sweat and cum ran down my legs. i couldn't
help but smile. What a way to start a day...

The smile was not missed. Guns laughed and rubbed my head almost
lovingly. He pulled the jock out and i offered my profuse thanks and praise
to both of them. Pecs told me shut up and lifted me up off the couch and
carried me into the bathroom.

He dumped me into the shower and pissed on me before starting the shower
and joining me. i stayed on my knees and washed Him as best i could. God,
He was powerfully built, muscles on top of muscles. my boy-dick strained in
its chastity. When told to, i stood and washed His torso, arms and back. i
washed His hair and face carefully.

When He was cleaned up, He took a small brush i kept in the shower for
scrubbing my nails and hands after a hard day in the garden and began
scrubbing me. It was harsh and painful and i struggled to hold still. He
slapped my ass and balls repeatedly to get me to focus. Each time i
expressed my immediate thanks and gratitude. No soap, just hard plastic
bristles to clean this boy. Not an inch of my body was over looked from my
eyebrows to my toes to the lips of my tired boy-cunt and trapped balls.

In the end, He got out and dried off. i waited patiently and helped Him as
best i could from a kneeling position on the floor of the tub. He threw me
the wet towel and told me to hurry. i dried myself and tidied up the
bathroom and met Him in the bedroom.

"What do you normally wear to work on Mondays, boy?" Pecs asked as He
strutted towards the closet, naked and hot as hell. i explained that our
dress code was a suit and button down shirt, tie was optional, shoes always
shined. He looked over my suits and selected one that was newer and
somewhat lower cut in the pants. i immediately worried that the chastity
device would make my bulge obscene. Next He selected a decent tapered, slim
fit shirt that really fit well. All the sudden i realized that my work
clothes were pretty sexy and form fitting... how would that look now?

Guns came in with a pair of scissors and cut the tails off the dress
shirt. "Extra material, boy. Nothing extra." He explained. Pecs walked up
to me and tweaked my tenderized nips hard, driving His thumb nails into
them and twisting. It hurt like hell and i struggled to hold still.

"SIR THANK YOU SIR" spilled, with all the meaning i could muster, from my
lips. He sneered and handed me the altered shirt. i put it on. It would be
difficult, but not impossible to keep it tucked in. my nips poked against
the fabric, there was no hiding them. Clearly no extra shirt tail would be
between my chastity cage or ass cheeks and the suit pants.

Next i was handed the suit. i pulled the pants on and they bulged, but it
wasn't completely obscene. Still, people would notice and some would think
i had a cock like Guns.

"you'll tell them it's a little six inch boy-dick when they ask" Guns
explained as if He read my mind. i blushed and acknowledged with a yes
Sir. The shirt rubbed against my nipples with every move and they stuck
out, screaming for attention. The jacket didn't hide much. A thin black
leather belt, black socks and shoes completed the outfit. i thought i
looked damn hot. A sharp slap on my ass reminded me of who i was, i thanked
them both.

"Remember how to ride the train, boy, the Boss will be checking. He'll have
other orders.  you'll meet us at our gym after work, 5:00 PM sharp, clear?"
Pecs ordered. i acknowledged the orders. He handed me a card with the gym
address on it. At the door, i knelt before them and kissed their beautiful
cocks and feet and then i was off.

The train ride to work started uneventfully. i stood in the back corner of
the train, found the hottest guy and focused on His crotch. my phone buzzed
and there was a text from Master. i smiled and read it like it was a
message from God.

"Describe him, boy." Was the simple message, my head scrambled. How did He
know i was on the train looking at a hot Man? How did He know i was
following the Big-dicked Man's specific train riding orders? Did He know
how much i was loving this training?  Did He want me to describe Guns? Or
Pecs? A sheen of sweat instantly covered my body. The buzzing phone,
brought me back with a follow-on message "NOW!"

"SIR, about 6'4" and 200 lbs, SIR. white collar professional, nice suit,
and boxers or commando SIR." i texted back obediently. Instinctively, i
crouched down almost to my knees as i texted him.

"good boy" was the simple reply and that was it... i felt empty and
hungry. i was starving for His attention. It was all i lived for. my eyes
teared up, i replied with a simple text back.

"SIR thank you SIR i love you SIR" but i got no response. i hung my head in
disappointment and tried to focus on the day ahead. The train filled up. At
every stop the sexy Man in the suit inched closer to me. i stayed crouched
down, watching my phone, willing a message to appear. i glanced up often at
the suited package moving closer at every stop. The closer He came, the
more it was evident that He was commando in the suit and well-hung, clearly
cut. Lighter weight summer suits are the best.

Finally the green light flashed, a new text, but not Master. This time it
was the BDM.

"3 anonymous cocks today, boy, service them well." The message was clear,
the train jostled to a stop and the suited Man was pushed towards me the
final couple of feet. One leg landing between my knees, the other beside
me. i looked up at Him and He smiled down at me. my boy-dick strained. He
sneered and casually rubbed the back of my head, pushing my face into His
crotch. No one in the crowded train noticed and honestly, i was so horny, i
didn't care. my locked up boy-dick coupled with all the rough sex, had me
on edge. And to top it all off, I'd been ordered to service three anonymous
cocks and here was one already. It was going to be a good day.

i missed my stop, but didn't care. The big cut cock in-front of me was all
i could see and smell and i had to have it. At the next stop, the suited
Man grabbed my jacket collar and pulled me up.

"Follow me," He said, in a deep even-keeled voice.

"Sir, yes, Sir" i answered respectfully. He smiled and put His hand on my
shoulder and directed me off the crowded train. We were six blocks from my
office, in the old financial district. He kept His hand firmly on my
shoulder and neck and directed me out of the station and to a nearby office
building.

"Morning Jerry," He said to the security guard, who smiled and greeted Him
enthusiastically. The elevator door opened and He pushed me in and
immediately down on my knees. He slid a security card in the slot and
selected a floor and then backed me into a corner.

"Today's your lucky day, boy," He sneered, shoving His suit covered cock in
my face, "my regular botch boy is on vacation and I got exactly what you
need." i moaned and expressed my desire. He backed up half a step and
slapped my face, then forced His crotch back into my face. The elevator
bell rang and the door opened. He, again, guided me up by the scruff of my
neck and directed me to a door to a small office.

It was still fairly early, not even 7:00 AM, so the place was quiet and
dark. He flipped on a switch or two and directed me to the corner
office. Once inside, He ordered me to strip as He left me there alone. i
carefully removed my suit and folded it neatly in a pile near the
door. Then i stood in the present position with my hands obediently behind
my head and waited.

"Whoooaaaa," He said walking into the office and casually touching my
tender ass.  "Somebody's been a very bad boi." He grabbed the chastity
device and shook it, and i acknowledged that i was a slave in training. He
ran His slender hands over every inch of my body, inspecting and prodding
me like something for sale. Eventually, He asked if i was allowed to even
be there and i explained the train protocol and the text this morning.  He
demanded my phone and i dug it out from my neat pile of clothes.

He was clearly hard as a rock, His cut cock tenting in His suit pants. He
read the texts from the BDM and smiled, sitting down in His big leather
desk chair. He snapped His fingers and pointed to my favorite spot... the
place on the floor between a beautiful Man's spread legs.

"Get it out, boy, and get busy. Cock number one of three is ready." He
ordered as He texted the BDM. i carefully unbuckled His belt and then
unzipped His pants. No underwear, just nice meaty eight inch cock. i smiled
to myself, grateful that i could take eight inches without a lot of
striggle. It was clean and smelled slightly soapy. His bush, like the rest
of Him was well manicured and metrosexual.

I licked my way up the shaft a couple of times, then just dove right in,
taking it to the hilt.  He gasped and grabbed the back of my head and
immediately pumped my mouth and throat. He stopped me and said "lick My
balls."

He was going to shoot fast, i could tell. i licked His balls, they were
smooth and fresh.  Then He handed me a business card and told me to hold it
up by face with just the head of His cock in my mouth. i obeyed, working my
tongue in His piss slit and over His frenum. He fiddled with my phone and
eventually snapped a few pics of me. He checked out His photography and
fiddled with the phone.

"Suck, boy, get your load" He said. i needed no further instruction. i
sucked, swallowed and slurped on the meaty prize in my mouth for about five
minutes and then He grabbed my head and held it tight while He pumped five
squirts of Man cum into me. Riding the train was going to be great, i
thought, as i cleaned up His beautiful wilting cock.

When He came, He was done. He let me put His cock away and zip Him up, but
then He pushed me away with His foot and told me to get dressed and to get
the fuck out. He tossed my phone to me as i was tucking in what there was
of my shirt. He said nothing more.

Once dressed i left His office and headed for the front door. While i
savored the salty taste of His jizz in my mouth, i really understood how
low i'd sunk. This was crazy. i wanted more.