Date: Fri, 23 Nov 2012 20:22:30 -0800
From: john smith <obedientboy4sir@gmail.com>
Subject: Learning to Serve Series - Chapter 16

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Chapter Sixteen - A new work day

When i got off the elevator, the phone buzzed. i smiled at the Security
Guard, He had the biggest Cheshire cat smile on His face. Something told me
i wasn't the first boy to be used by the Man. i blushed a little and
quickly exited the building. The text was from the Big-dicked Man.

"that's a start boy, now get your ass to work and expect instructions at
11:30, sharp.  GO!" the text ordered.

i walked quickly to my office, smiling at every hot Man i passed. On the
walk, i scanned the pics in my phone, several were blurry and unfocused,
but a few were clear and crisp.  There i was on my knees with a stranger's
cock in my mouth, my eyes pleading for more.  His business card next to my
face read Terrence Applethorpe and some random credentials. In the text
exchange, the Big-dicked Man congratulated Him on His sub- spotting
capabilities. The Big-dicked Man assured the suited Man of His privacy,
then demanded the pic. i imagine Mr. Applethorpe would've paid cash or
anything else at that moment; He needed to get off, bad. i smiled, happy
that i helped Him unload.

The company i worked for was in the tallest building in the city, my Boss,
Mr. Girard had a sweeping view of the bay and the mountains beyond it. But
as i rode the elevator to the 43rd floor all i could think about were the
hundreds of cocks in the building and which ones i might suck today. A boy
has goals, i was one down and two to go. i smiled to myself as i stood in
the back corner of the elevator, head bowed.

Our front desk was manned by a young guy, named Justin. We'd been on a
couple of dates, but he was really not my type. Clean cut, ladder climber;
he took the job just to get his foot in the door. Bitchy queen, but a nice
cock; i smiled at him and said good morning. He nodded and smiled.

On my desk was a stack of mail and tons of paperwork. My replacement was a
20- something girl and she really didn't do much based on the state of
things. i took off my jacket and hung it up and started up my computer. i
grabbed my coffee cup and headed to the coffee station. About halfway there
i stopped and remembered rule number one: nothing goes in your holes
without permission. i went back to my desk thinking that it was going to be
a long day.

About an hour later, Mr. Girard came into the office in rush. i got a quick
"oh good, you're back, Johnny, I've got a lot of stuff that needs your
attention." i hadn't heard my own name in almost a week and it sounded
odd. i grabbed my tablet and followed Him into His office. He was a tall
man, maybe 6'5" of taller. i began to wonder, is He taller than Master?
Taller than the Big-dicked Man? He's always been pretty trim and works out
regularly.

"Johnny? you here?" He asked. i snapped out of it and blushed a little.

"Sorry Mr. Girard, i switched to a no caffeine/no coffee diet on vacation
and it's going to be a rough week, Sir." i explained. He laughed and sat
down behind His desk. He made polite small talk, asked about the weather in
the desert, told me i had a nice glow, then jumped right into a million
tasks. i'm good at my job because i listen well and get everything down. i
ask about schedule and timing constantly, so that everything can be planned
and ready before He needs it. my job is to make His job easier. i feel like
i had a good day when He leaves the office happy and ready for the next
day. He's a good, kind Boss. That said, He'd be stunned if i told Him about
even the first hour in the desert: sucking some Leather Daddy's cock in the
cab ride to meet my new Master. He knows i'm gay and submissive, but that's
the limit.

The rest of the morning rolled by, i cranked through hundreds of emails,
got appointments set up, meetings ready, and a million other not-so-erotic
details taken care of. At some point mid-morning, i got text ordering me to
go pee. i went to the Men's room, the end stall. i lifted up the toilet
seat and sat gingerly on the cold porcelain rim.  Peeing through the
chastity device is relatively easy, but it does tend to get more wet than
usual. i dried it off with some toilet paper, cleaned up and got back to my
desk.

Around 11:15, i started glancing down at the little clock along the top of
the screen.  Every minute was a minute closer to the Big-dicked Man's
newest instructions. i started to sweat. i grabbed my phone at 11:25 and
waited. 11:30 AM exactly, the Big-dicked Man's text came, "A high protein
lunch is good for a boy." My boy-dick immediately strained in the cage.

"Sir, yes, Sir" i texted back immediately, my stomach grumbled. Seconds
later a nearby address appeared on my screen.

"GO! Ask for Mr. Stevens. NOW, boy!" i jumped up, put on my jacket and
texted that i was on my way, along with my gratitude, of course. my
schedule is fairly flexible, as long as Mr. Girard is happy, life is
good. He was in meetings off-site the rest of the day, but tomorrow was
intense.

In the corner of the elevator i mapped the route to the address, four
blocks east, one south. It was a bank. i walked in and asked the
information person for Mr. Stevens. The lady took my name and made a
call. She wrote something down on her pad, i waited nervously. She finally
hung up and handed me the paper, it was a floor and office number. She
pointed me to elevators and said "Have a good day, now." If she only
knew...

i went up to the office and entered. A handsome guy in a beautifully
tailored suit looked up from His desk, He had a dashing smile. i smiled
back. "You must be Johnny, come on in, boy. Mr. Stevens will be here in a
couple of minutes" He said. He stood up and walked me to the corner
office. He led me inside and closed the door.

"Listen closely, boy, my name is Al. I'm the alpha here and I'll walk you
through this. i was a boy like you once too" He said, then He leaned into
me and kissed me on the lips.  His tongue dominated my mouth and i
gasped. He pulled back and told me to get naked.  As i stripped, He did
too. i folded my clothes in a neat pile, He did the same. He whistled when
He saw my sore, red ass.

"Looks like the training is off to a good start, those Men can be
brutal. Take it from me, obey every command" He warned me. The office was
rather plush. Oak walls and bookcases, heavy velvet curtains, soft carpet;
clearly a wealthy and important Man's office. Al grabbed a bookcase by the
side of it and it swung open, like a secret chamber.  Inside was a little
dungeon, my boy-dick started to leak. Al caught it and licked it off His
fingers. He led me to fuck-bench and strapped me down.

i started to panic a little, but Al told me it was all going to be
alright. "you'll be back to work in an hour" He informed me as He lubed my
ass and then blindfolded me. A metal o-ring gag was fitted in my mouth, Al
tested it but shoving His six-inch cock down my throat. He held it there
for almost a second too long, i twisted and strained, but the straps held
tight.

He pulled out and i gasped. He tightened my right ankle a little more, then
pronounced me ready. i was completely in the dark and now a little
scared. Sweat started to bead up on my skin. my jaw ached. The sweat on my
tender ass and nipples made them itch and burn.

Suddenly Al was speaking a different, much more subservient tone to a Man
that i can only guess was Mr. Stevens. i heard him say "it's trussed up and
ready for you, Sir, it looks pretty fresh." The Man grunted and there was a
sound that indicated He was being undressed.

"It does look fresh" He agreed pacing around me, "clip its tits and wrap
down its balls."  His big cock suddenly filled my stretched open throat
hole. i did my best to pleasure the cock, but with this kind of gag, your
mouth is really useless. A boy's mouth is just a wide open cunt hole. Still
i sucked and squeeze my throat muscles and laved my tongue as much as
possible. It was a big cock, it completely plugged my throat when it was
inserted all the way. i sputtered and choked and coated the Man's cock with
throat slime.

In the middle of the throat rape, my nips were clamped with something harsh
and painful.  Each one burning and screaming as the device was attached,
causing my body to involuntarily shake and shiver. i screamed out around
the Man's cock, but it was unintelligible and it only got me a harder
throat fuck.

my balls were also coated in some sort of lotion, cold at first, then very
hot. Then i felt rope being wound around them forcing them impossibly low
in the sac. The discomfort was enormous, but i was so immobilized i
couldn't move an inch to relieve them. It seemed like every coil around my
balls was one more impossibly lower round. Finally it was tied off and
secured. i was sure my boy-balls had never been stretched that far.

Still, my hole spasmed and my boy-dick dripped.

Mr. Stevens pulled my blindfold off. The room was incredibly bright. i was
so immobilized that i could only see the firm hairy abs in front of
me. Suddenly there was my Master's voice laughing with Mr. Stevens, talking
about what a hot boy i was and how I'd soon be trained into the perfect
fuck boy for him. Mr. Stevens complimented him as He raped my throat with
His big cock. His sweaty balls banging off my chin with every inward
stroke.

"its got potential, for sure, but it really has a ways to go" He
reported. He pumped hard and began dumping His load into my mouth and
throat. i swallowed as fast as i could eager to not miss a drop of this
Man's precious gift. He pulled out and Al was before me, cleaning him up,
eagerly sucking any droplets of cum that i missed. Mr. Stevens stepped away
and there was my Master on a video screen watching me. He sneered, then
laughed and signed off. My heart sank.

"Splay him, boy," Mr. Stevens ordered Al and He quickly pried the cheeks of
my bruised and sore ass wide apart. Al climbed on the fuck bench and stood
over me, straddling my lower back. His hands each grabbed an ass cheek and
held them apart, painfully wide apart. My head instantly went back to the
desert and Master's introduction to the stinger - an evil little plastic
whip that He used to work over my hole. i tried to struggle, but to no
avail.

"it knows what's coming Sir, look at it struggle" Al commented and laughed.

"it hasn't seen anything yet," threatened Mr. Stevens, but before He could
get the words out the first lash was laid down hard on my hole. i was
blinded by pain and screamed at the top of my lungs, a burning heat
consumed my entire body and i shook involuntarily from my toes to the top
of my head. The pain was focused lash after lash right on my hole, right on
the tender lips of my boy-cunt. i cried, begged and pleaded for release,
for mercy, but got no relief. It was the work of a small rattan cane,
expert work; work with perfect aim every time. Ultimately, a now familiar
numbness took over and i passed out.

Slaps to my face from Al, brought me back to reality. He untied me and told
me that lunch was over. i needed to get dressed and get back to work, but
first - He pointed to His cock. Obediently, i knelt before him and sucked
His throbbing 6-inch boy dick. i was grateful for His help and expertise.
If i hadn't been tied down properly, i could've really hurt myself. i
sucked His boy-dick for all i was worth. Within minutes, He spurted a good
five ropes of boy-juice in my mouth. i eagerly swallowed it, like a greedy
cum-pig. my hole was on fire, my throat was raw; but my own boy-dick was in
control. i was a horny mess.

He handed me a small towel and i wiped myself down, it was a very sweaty
session. He wiped down my back. He explained that Mr. Stevens was a very
successful banker and He was His personal assistant. i would likely be
spending a few lunch hours with them, apparently Mr. Stevens was satisfied
with me enough to request a return. Al informed me that only a couple boys
a year get selected for Mr. Stevens' treatments. i was honored and i
thanked him. Al told me that my Master was very beautiful and i agreed
completely, i told him that i felt like a very lucky boy to have such a
wonderful Master. Once i was dressed, i made my way back to my office.
Every step was painful as my beaten hole rubbed against the fabric of my
pants. It was going to be a long afternoon. i did my best to focus on my
work.