Date: Fri, 30 Nov 2012 20:57:41 -0800
From: john smith <obedientboy4sir@gmail.com>
Subject: Learning to Serve Series - chapter 17

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Chapter Seventeen - A new workout


The stinging on my ass went on all afternoon. my ass cheeks were sore and
bruised from the corrective punishment laid on them the night before, my
hole was raw from precision caning. Sitting was difficult and a constant
reminder that my world was changing.

my stomach grumbled all day. About 2:00 PM a text from the Big-dicked Man
informed me that i was to go to the Mens room and piss. i immediately
jumped up and did so, gratefully, thanking Him before i went and
immediately when i finished.

my job is relatively busy, so i poured myself into it - checking off detail
after detail, really getting things back in order after being out for the
last few days. my boss was in and out of meetings all afternoon, so when
4:30 rolled around, i shut everything down and made my way to the gym based
on the card that Pecs handed me when i left the apartment this morning. i
punched the address into my phone and realized it was only a couple of
train stops away from my home stop. It was going to be close. i cursed
myself for not checking the address in the morning and planning
better. Maybe i was a fuck up, maybe i deserved to be punished, maybe they
knew me better than i knew myself. my boy-dick begged for release.

On the train, i found my way to back corner as close as i could get. Sadly,
reality check, there we're no sexy Men on the train what-so-ever. A few
grossly over-weight older guys and some teenagers, nothing to focus on. The
worry set in as the train inched slowly towards the right station. i
checked and rechecked the map on the phone. It was five blocks east of the
stop, a warehouse district that was quickly turning into the "in" place to
be in the city. At 4:28 the train finally pulled into the stop. i jumped
off like i was on fire and ran the five blocks as fast as i could.

The card said "4500 NE Almsford, Space D." So, i assumed walking in the
door and finding Space D was easy. i assumed finding 4500 NE Almsford was
easy... i was very wrong. i found a row of warehouses, 4200 and then
4950. i backed up and looked all over for the building numbers, but
couldn't find them. i crossed the street and looked at the buildings, a
real panic was setting in now. i checked and rechecked the card. i called
up the map and it pointed to the building in front of me. That must be it,
i decided and walked up to the steel door and pushed it open. There was a
small entry way and an elevator, one of those old freight elevators with
the cage-like door on it. Next to the elevator door was an intercom. i
pressed the button and it buzzed. A voice boomed over the loud speaker.

"you're in big trouble, you little fuck-up. Get naked and get in the
fuckin' elevator, NOW!" it commanded. i started shaking like crazy. i
stripped and folded my clothes as fast as i could. i opened the cage door
and climbed in. As soon as i closed the door behind me, the machine growled
and lifted me up four stories. The first three floors looked completely
empty and unused. Then the elevator emerged onto the fourth floor and it
was clearly a gym. i noticed it was well lit and there was a lot of
equipment and then i noticed a very angry looking Guns waiting for me.

i almost pissed myself i was so scared. i fell to my knees and bowed my
head and apologized. He flung the cage door open and grabbed me by the neck
and pulled me out, throwing me across the floor. He grabbed my pile of
clothes and threw them down next to the door, then came over to me. He
towered over me, wearing a leather jockstrap and big black boots. i began
to kiss and lick his boots immediately, begging for mercy, pleading my
innocence and sorrow.

"I thought you were smarter than this, boy, way smarter. It hasn't even
been 24-hours and you've violated at least two of the three simple rules."
He sneered and walked away, ordering me to follow him, on my hands and
knees.

He walked to the wall and opened a cabinet. i kept my head down and focused
on his boots. He ordered me to stand and present, i compiled
immediately. He placed the strictest, most confining leather collar i've
ever worn around my neck It must've been 5- or 6-inches high, very stiff
leather. He buckled it on tight, but checked that i could still breathe and
swallow. It forced my chin up at a harsh angle and i could only see what
was above me. my forward vision or any peripheral vision was severely
limited.

Leather cuffs were attached to my wrists and ankles. my wrist were locked
together behind my back and a length of chain attached my ankles to one
another. Something, i assume a ball-stretcher or parachute harness was
attached to my balls. i was led forward as He grabbed a ring on the collar
and pulled me behind him.

I quickly learned to shuffle along as He walked. We left the gym and
entered a darker hallway, then a dark room. He ordered me to stand still,
as He walked behind me and slammed a heavy door shut.

"Welcome to the Hell Room, boy. The Boss had it designed with four layers
of sound- proofing. It's a good place to really teach you the rules in a
way that will make them stick in your thick skull for good" He explained,
then turned on a low light. The walls appeared padded, but with the collar
on, i couldn't see much.

My arms were unlocked behind me, but then immediately attached to two
separate overhead cables. Guns turned a switch and my arms were spread
painfully apart and high up. i was barely standing on the tips of my
toes. i felt something being attached to whatever was constraining my
balls, and then the sound of the winch again as they were pulled down
hard. i instantly realized that any movement in my legs or torso would yank
painfully on my balls. Sweat dripped off of me, but so did pre-cum. Guns
noted that.

"A good boy's dick never lies" He sneered. "Focus on the words in front of
you boy and say them out loud in a crisp, clear voice. Got it?" He smacked
my ass for reassurance.

"SIR yes SIR, thank you SIR" i screamed out nervously.

The ceiling above me was instantly a screen. As i screamed out the first
word "Masters" the first swat of a crop burned into me. "Everything" was
the next word and more stinging swats. "boys" and "nothing" appeared. The
whipping with the crop was electrifying, i was in pain everywhere, but i
shouted out the new mantra again and again.  "Masters - Everything, boys -
nothing" i repeated it dozens of times, the pain was intense and
everywhere. He swatted my chest and arms, back and ass, legs, balls,
stomach and shoulders... i did my best to hold still, but even so, my balls
felt like they were being ripped off of me. Occasionally, He would tighten
the winch and keep me stretched taut. i only screamed the mantra harder and
with more meaning then. It went on forever.

I broke into tears and sobbed when He finally stopped. It felt like every
inch of my body had been whipped with the crop. my balls ached so bad that
i couldn't even focus. In all the pain, all i could think of was the Master
at hand, Guns, and how i could possibly please him. As soon as the beating
stopped, the words spilled from my mouth.

"SIR thank you for teaching this boy, SIR, thank you SIR. SIR Masters are
everything SIR, boys are nothing, SIR, nothing SIR. please SIR, please work
me harder SIR." i couldn't help myself, i was delirious with a desire to
please. He laughed and agreed that more work was needed.

He lowered the winch and my balls and arms loosened. i worked hard to not
scream out as the circulation returned. Before i was unlocked from the
cables a pair of sharp nipple clamps were attached to my sweaty nips. i was
grateful and thanked Guns properly for the pain. And then a metal plug was
lightly lubed and inserted in my ass. It was wide and solid and hurt like
hell going in, but gave me a nice full feeling once placed. Again, i
praised Guns and thanked Him for his work. Once released, He relocked the
cuffs behind my back and led me by the ring in the collar back out into the
gym.

Shuffling behind him, clenching the plug and feeling the pain in my chest
was difficult, but i kept pace and stayed very close to him. He put me
through a variety of exercises, simple things without machine - sit-ups,
push-ups, planks, a few yoga-like poses to stretch, and lunges. Lunges were
the hardest. With my arms locked behind me, my neck held up-right, and a
solid metal plug in my ass - they were nearly impossible.  Throughout the
routine, He used the crop to focus me and help me find my balance.

In the beginning my skin ached, by the end there was burning pain
everywhere, every muscle. i began to shake with exhaustion and cry. He
inspired me with little stories about life with my Master. Like Pecs and
the slave contract signing description, the stories were vivid in detail
and i quickly wandered into them for comfort.

"Imagine a day, boy, when your muscles gleam proudly. Your Master likes
perfectly toned boys, you're there at his estate in Cali. One of his crazy
dinner parties, you're greeting guests at the front door. Naked, of course,
it's not allowed a stitch of clothing, not even a chastity cage. Its cock
is primed, hard and ready all the time, like a very good boy. When the
guests arrive, they can't help themselves. They freely paw this beautiful
boy, knowing that it won't cum without permission, knowing that its muscles
are on display for their pleasure because it pleases Master. It's an
obscene little Roman slave statue, there to be touched and fondled and
used."

My boy-dick strained as i listen and grunted out sit-up number 58, 59,
60... my wrists locked tight to the collar, my ankles locked to eye hooks
in floor. It was a pain-induced dream. The workout went on for a long time,
an hour, maybe more.

When Guns was satisfied, He led me to a shower room and removed all the
cuffs and collar. The tit clamps were removed to make the last set of
lunges even more focused. To keep me balanced, he'd push only on one sore
tit or the other. The plug was grunted out and handed to me to wash under a
cool shower. It felt amazing. In the drain, it the corner of the slave
shower was to serve as my toilet. Under Guns watchful eye, i relieved
myself.

As usual, with showers, i was given no soap, just a rough wash rag to scrub
myself with.  For the most part, it worked and i was clean enough for a
boy. Once i was mostly clean, Guns stripped, stepped into the slave shower
area, and inspected me. He was incredibly beautiful and his menacing
12-inch cock looked like heaven.

He ran his rough Manly hands over every inch of my body, pulling and
tugging, poking and prodding, squeezing and gripping. He bent me over and
inspected my hole, prying it open with his big thumbs. It was tender from
the caning a few hours before, but otherwise OK. He pulled on my balls and
checked them carefully. He seemed pleased.

When He finished the inspection, He roughly forced me to my knees and fed
me his cock.  He wasn't quite hard, maybe nine or ten inches and growing
fast. By the time i got it wet enough to get a decent portion of it in my
mouth, He was full-on twelve. He lifted me up and turned me around so that
i was held upside down with his cock in my face.

"suck it, boy" He commanded and i eagerly obeyed. From this angle He could
easily slide several inches of his cock into my throat. He slapped me
around some and ordered me to open my jaws as wide as they would go. Make
no doubt about it; a 12-inch cock hurts a boy-throat. It's not just long,
but it's thick. i did not take this cock easily, it was an effort to get
even half of it down my gullet every time. i wretched and choked and
sputtered, but i was a determined boy.

Eventually, He put me back on my knees and planted my head was back against
the tiled wall of the shower area. Chin down and eyes up were the order,
every gag got me a slap.  He was patient, to a degree, but determined to
dominate my throat. i was sure He was trying to tear my throat muscles. He
yelled at me to 'open up' again and again.

"It's not stopping until you open that fuckin' throat, boy. Let me in, boy,
let me in" He chastised me. i felt like i was doing everything i could
humanly do to accommodate his cock, but it was just too big. He was
relentless, hammering and slapping, squeezing my jaws apart, raping my
throat.

He'd drive for a dozen hard strokes then let me catch my breath for the
briefest of seconds, before driving hard again. On the fourth or fifth set,
something gave and his cockhead popped into my throat. my whole body went
numb and then convulsed slightly.  i think i pissed my self.

"That's a boy," came out of nowhere, "that's a big cock popping your throat
cherry, boy." He laughed and hauled a mile of cock out of my throat. i
gasped for breath, but He didn't give me much time before He went right
back down. The second push was way easier. He had to force it, but it went
balls deep. His neatly trimmed bush banged into my nose, crushing it.

"oh yeah, boy, fuckin' love a cherry throat on my cock," He moaned. He
never pulled his cock completely out of my mouth after that. At the halfway
mark, maybe six or seven inches, i could breathe through my nose enough so
that He could just keep fucking. i looked up at Him through tear-filled
eyes, He just sneered down at me and kept on fucking my throat.

My jaws ached, my throat was on-fire and i was so dizzy i was sure I'd pass
out at any minute. But, i held on. i was deep-throating twelve inches of
cock, nothing makes a boy feel more pride in his work than the crush of a
Man's pubic hair in his nose. Fuck the pain, i was in hog heaven.

Time stood still until He pulled completely out, stroked his enormous cock
twice and spewed volley after volley of cum all over my face. It was like
hot wax, glob after glob painting my face white. He clearly hadn't cum
since the wee morning hours when He fucked my ass last. i hungrily
swallowed as much as i could.

"OK, boy, lets get some grub" He said, smiling down at me.