Date: Mon, 7 Jan 2013 16:42:40 -0800
From: john smith <obedientboy4sir@gmail.com>
Subject: Learning to serve series - chapter 21

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Chapter Twenty-one - Witnessing

After Timmy left, Pecs mentioned that the ad already registered 30 hits. It
couldn't have been more than an hour, i was amazed.

"Timmy and i will inventory your clothing tomorrow, boi, and get some
options up there.  Underwear and socks are big sellers, but some of these
guys creep out on anything stained and sweated on by a hot boi." He
explained. After everything was cleaned up and put away, we drove over to
my apartment. i brought all of my clothes into the living room and made one
big pile. i was allowed to keep my six suits for work and a few dress
shirts as well as one pair of jeans, one flimsy pair of gym shorts and an
old tee-shirt from a leather event i went to years ago in San
Francisco. Everything else would be sold.

We showered and cleaned up and i fell asleep with my head nuzzling into
Pecs crotch.  No restraints that night, except the chastity cage. i was
ordered to always keep my legs spread and hands behind me as much as
possible. Pecs dozed off squeezing and pulling on my balls.

In the wee hours of the morning i was woken up by him, really working my
nuts. i dared not make a sound, as He pulled and twisted on them. It was
agony. When He woke himself up from the dream, He pushed my head onto His
piss hard-on and gently unloaded His bladder. i swallowed hard and fast,
not wanting to get any piss in the bed.  When He finished, He rubbed my
face for any signs of dripping and finding none, He rubbed my head like a
good boi. The good piss-boi fell asleep with His trainers piss warm in His
tummy.

i woke up with Pecs completely smothering me. His beefy legs across my arms
and chest and one arm across my groin. i had to piss like crazy, but i
waited quietly and nuzzled into Him. Minutes later the alarm went off and
the day began. He allowed me to piss and shit under His observation and
then we were off for the day. The morning routine settled in
comfortably. Pecs applied a liberal amount of something called "bag balm"
to my tender balls and around the chastity cage, telling me it would
prevent chaffing and help with the stretch. i was sore as hell every
morning, but after a little stretching and within the first 5 minutes of
the run, it all became more durable and helped me focus.

On the train, i settled into what was becoming my corner. A quick glance
around the car turned up very little of interest; one old man and some kids
and a couple of women.  Suddenly my phone buzzed with an incoming call from
my Master.

"Sir, good morning Master," i answered quickly in a low voice.

"Good morning, boi, just wanted to check-in with you one-on-one. You have
permission to speak freely and i expect honest answers, boi" He informed
me. i stepped off the train a few blocks away from my normal office stop
and found a quiet place to talk.

We chatted freely about the training, the pain, the limits, and the
abuse. He asked lots of questions and i gave Him every detail i could
remember. He asked about my physical well-being and my mental health. He
asked me if i wanted to continue and told me that He could stop it at any
point when we checked-in like this.

i admitted my body's soreness and talked about my fears. i told Him that it
was really transformational and i was afraid, but that i trusted Him and
wanted to serve Him. i said it was hard and challenging, but that the
trainers were careful and well-intentioned.

We talked about the fact that they barebacked and He explained that the
Big-dicked Man is very cautious about these things. The trainers were
tested weekly and kept on strict orders. He reassured me that my health and
well-being was of primary importance to Him. Once ownership was complete,
He would never wear a condom when using His boi holes.

"I will never let anything happen to you, boi," He reassured me.

Lastly, we talked about the next few days. Tonight would be something
special to witness. He explained that bois in this program are given a lot
of freedom. The boi who would be punished tonight could have asked for and
would have been granted the freedom to take a couple of days off, had he
asked. Instead, the boi disobeyed His Master and blatantly lied to
Him. This was unacceptable. Punishment was severe, but lessons needed to be
learned. My job tonight was to observe and learn, no harm would come to
me. And as long as He and i always communicated with trust and honesty, it
would never happen to me.

I expressed my fear. He reassured me that Pecs would take very good care of
me. i should respect Pecs like i respected Him. i felt a little better.

He asked if i had any questions, i asked when i would see Him next. He said
soon, but didn't give me a date. i told Him i missed Him and started to cry
a little. He told me to man-up and then to be a good boi. It seemed ironic
and i smiled at the humor in it. i reassured my Master that i was into this
and committed to Him more than ever. i thanked Him profusely for this
call. He told me that i was doing great and that He couldn't wait to take
possession. We said goodbye and hung up. i was late for work, but thrilled.

i spent the day completely focused on getting Mr. Girard ready for a trip
to Denver next week, booking hotels and flights, setting up meetings,
making restaurant reservations, and making sure that every detail was
covered. i worked with Him to create agendas and invite important people,
coordinating their schedules and travel arrangements. i was on the phone or
in His office all day. With no texts other than for piss breaks, i worked
through lunch. With my job as busy as it was, it felt good to focus my
energy on work instead of sex. i know that sounds boring, but its
realistic. My trapped boi-dick reminded me constantly of my position, but
my focus was on Mr. Girard and a successful week next week. At 4:00, we had
everything set, Mr. Girard was thrilled.

"I don't know how I'd do this without you, Johnny," said as He thanked me
and patted me on the back. i told Him it was my pleasure. He smiled and
told me to have a good weekend. He'd check in with me on Monday morning and
then left.

At 4:30, Pecs texted me and ordered me to go to the restroom and piss, he'd
be in the lobby in 15 minutes. i went piss and came back and shut
everything down and jumped on the elevator down. Like a good boi, i held
the door for everyone in the elevator and let myself out last. Pecs was
waiting for me, dressed in motorcycle gear, beautiful black leather pants
and jacket accentuated with a yellow stripe. He had two helmets in His hand
and bulging leather saddle bags over His shoulder.

i followed Him to the main lobby's public restroom, walking behind Him and
to His right, like my Master had taught me. He strode into the handicap
stall at the end and quietly ordered me to strip.

Once naked, He bent me forward and worked a rubber butt plug up my ass
using a scant amount of lube. He was neither gentle nor patient with it,
but He was determined. i struggled not to cry out as it forced my hole to
accommodate it.  He pushed hard and it popped in. i saw stars and it
brought tears to my eyes. My boi-dick betrayed the agony and burped up a
steady stream of pre-cum.

He stood me up and pulled similar motorcycle gear out for me to wear. The
leather was somewhat stiff and rough against my skin, but it was a good
fit. The helmet was outfitted with a speaker system, so i would be able to
communicate with Pecs. My own motorcycle boots and gloves completed my
wardrobe. i was amazed that all this stuff was carefully fitted into the
saddle bags. My suit and work shoes barely filled half the space. Pecs
explained that this gear was tailored to my measurements as they will be
when i finished the program, my Master specified everything about them.

Outside the building was a sleek black bike parked front and
center. Walking through the lobby, i was glad i had the helmet on. The
pants were tight and bulged obscenely. The rubber butt plug up my ass
probably made me look odd as i walked. At first, i was thankful that none
of my co-workers were around, but then quickly realized i had no say in the
matter and shouldn't worry myself about it.

i sat behind Pecs and held on tight. Please understand, this boi is not a
regular motorcycle rider, His experience on a bike is minimal. He really
grabbed Pecs and held on for dear life.

The plug was alive in my ass as we rode out of the city. At times, my whole
body tingled and shivered. i was holding onto Pecs with all my strength. He
commented every now and then about how well i was doing or how far we had
to go. i got slightly more comfortable as we went on, but it was still a
little scary.

We wound our way up into the mountains above the city and after a good half
hour, turned off the main highway and followed a maze of country roads. i
had been up this way before when i went camping or hiking, but i couldn't
tell you where the hell we were. Pecs seemed to know the route well.

Our destination was at the end of long dirt driveway. The house was a huge
log cabin style building with a giant wrap-around porch. Several trucks
were parked in front of a pole barn, a few other motorcycles and a car or
two. i noticed the black van immediately and secretly hoped that i could
ride in it on our way home.

We dismounted the bike and Pecs ordered me to strip naked. At this
elevation, it was cold outside and i shivered, but complied. He placed
cuffs on my wrists and ankles and a relatively thick leather collar around
my neck. Finally, He bent me over the bike and yanked the plug out of my
ass. I grunted; it hurt like hell.

Before we walked into the house, He turned to me and roughly grabbed my
head with a hand on either side of it, forcing me to look Him in the eye,
like a mother does with a two-year old.

"Listen to me closely, boi. This is not about sex, it is about pain. What
you're going to witness is about correcting very bad behavior. i doubt
you'd ever wind up here. This boi was trouble from day one. Pay attention!
Got it?" He lectured me.

"SIR, yes, SIR" i answered, somewhat terrified, somewhat nervous. He
slapped my face hard and then rubbed my head calling me a "good boi."

On the porch i was pushed down to my hands and knees. A leash was attached
to my collar and i crawled in behind Pecs. From my vantage point, it was a
sea of boots and naked slave bois. The whole place smelled like leather,
cigar smoke and fear. Men were drinking beers, slave bois were obediently
licking boots or serving as foot rests. Everyone knew Pecs and they seemed
to speak to Him with a degree of reverence. i stayed appropriately behind
Him and to His right at all times. Some Masters groped me and a few tapped
the plug in my ass or tweaked my nips. i didn't dare make a sound.

Eventually we made our way through the crowd, maybe 15 or 20 Masters, some
with two or three slaves. Some slaves smiled kindly at me, others were
focused on their work.  There is a brotherhood in this service of Men and a
certain smile from boi to boi that conveys respect and admiration for the
work of one another. i didn't see anyone that looked familiar, but my
exposure to other slaves was limited to a very brief time at the gym and
Timmy last night.

Pecs got himself a beer and had me kneel and hold it for him, while He lit
His cigar.  Once the cigar was lit, He took back His beer and i was
directed to remain kneeling in the display position (knees wide apart, arms
behind me, chest out, head bowed). Pecs adjusted my head upward and told me
to look around, but be respectful - never look a Master in the eye unless
ordered.

He talked with a Master near Him and idly rubbed the ice cold beer bottle
across my nips.  Coldness can be as painful as the teeth of set of nipple
clamps. My nipples were angry red and sore, but for some reason unclamped
tonight, i was grateful for the littlest things.  i did my best to do Pecs
proud.

i noticed Dr. Heilman walking through the crowd at one point, or at least i
thought it was Him. My head immediately went to a dark space, how rough was
this going to be, if there was a doctor present?

For the most part, other than a little cold TT, Pecs ignored me. i watched
the room with fascination. These Men, these Masters and their slaves were
completely into this. It was clearly not a "scene" or a thing to do for
fun. These people lived this way 24/7/365. i was envious and my heart
longed for my Master.

At some point a loud bell rang and everyone began to move. Pecs tipped up
His beer and pulled me in the direction that everyone was headed -
downstairs into a cavernous dark basement, lit only by candle light. In the
center of the room was a large, rough-hewn, throne-like chair with a very
angry looking Master seated in it. There was a naked slave boi at each
side, cowering and licking His boots. Both were lean, blonde twink bois
clad in heavy-looking steel cuffs and collars. The Master wore a big
leather boots, a black leather jock and a harness that criss-crossed His
hairy chest. Chairs were arranged in a semi-circle in front of Him and the
other Masters/Men sat in them.

Pecs sat down and i was positioned between His legs sitting
Indian-style. He leaned forward and whispered, "That is Master Joe, He has
three young slave bois and they need constant attention. He pays our
company to carry out the training and discipline and it's a full-time
effort for one Man. Young might be hot, but it's a fuck of a lot of
work. Those two are 22, the one that ran away is 20. It's stupid, really,
boi. If they ask to be released from the contract, they can be released,
but instead they try to escape." He let out an exasperated sigh, "fuckin'
kids..."

I was surprised to look to my left and see Timmy sitting similarly between
the legs of very strong looking Master. Timmy smiled at me and winked. i
smiled back and nodded.  Pecs jerked on my collar, grabbed my head and
focused it on the Master in the big chair. i quickly got the message and
Timmy disappeared from my vision. Clearly, the show was about to begin.

Then, to my surprise, the Big-dicked Man stepped out of the shadows. A
chill went down my spine, Pecs hands were resting on my shoulders. He
sensed my fear and squeezed reassuringly, but it did little to ease my
concern. The Big-dicked man looked pissed.

"Good evening Men," He began "thank you for bringing your boi bitches here
tonight to help keep them on the good and honest path of service. All of
the bois here tonight need to understand their place and their
boundaries. There is a safety and comfort in the confines of your Master's
absolute control. Whenever you voluntarily step outside those boundaries,
there are consequences. Discipline will be administered. It will be
painful."

He stopped and let the words sink in. The room was stone silent. He was
wearing full leather gear and the slick blackness was accentuated in the
flickering candle light. He went on.

"Tonight, Master Joe has requested a special corrective action for His boi,
Will. Will took it upon himself to disappear from His Master's presence for
almost 24 hours before He was recovered, at a bus stop downtown, higher
than a kite and scared shitless. He's had two days to detox. Bring Him in."
He commanded.

Guns and another muscle Man i hadn't met yet, carried in the poor boi. He
was locked into a small, barred cage. His body was literally stuffed into
it, there couldn't have been much movement capable at all. He was quietly
moaning and sobbing. Clearly the confinement was something i'd hoped to
never experience. It looked absolutely dreadful.

The cage was lowered to the ground and opened. The boi inside screamed like
hell when the lid was opened and He was forced out. His lithe toned body
shook and spasmed.

"It's only been penned for eight hours" the Big-dicked Man explained, "but
it's probably 7 hours and 59 minutes too long." He laughed and the Men
laughed with Him. Guns and the other Man forced Him to stretch out, He
screamed and cried. They held Him upright, stretching His arms away from
His body. His legs were like noodles, but His cock was rock hard. The
Big-dick Man walked up to Him and grabbed His face harshly.

"This is the second time we've been down this road, boi, your body is going
to start tracking these little escapes. But first, let's start with some
footwork to remind you that every step is precious." He motioned to the Men
and they dragged Him to a nearby padded fuck-bench. Before they strapped
him down, the Big-dicked Man cruelly removed the padding. He was strapped
to the raw wood of the bench. He sobbed and begged, but to no avail. Guns
strapped him in, while the other Man slapped his face hard until he stopped
begging and resigned himself to behave.

The Big-dicked Man walked up to his face, lifted his head up by the chin as
high as it could possibly be lifted, and then asked him, in deep
condescending voice: "What do you need, boi?"

The boi strained, his neck muscles were incredibly taut, his shoulders
painfully bent in their confinement. he gasped. "SIR, please correct me,
SIR, please, SIR," he begged.  Tears rolled down his cheeks.

The Big-dicked Man let his head down as Guns and the other Man stood after
applying the last of the restraints. The boi's feet were particularly
restrained, soles outward. Guns brought a black leather case to the
Big-dicked Man and carefully opened it for Him.  Inside were a small
variety of canes. They did not appear to be bamboo or rattan canes like i'd
been used too. The curious expression on my face did not go unnoticed.

The Big-dicked Man snapped His fingers and the two other naked slave bois
serving Master Joe came crawling quickly to Him. He commanded them to stand
and describe the three canes in the case. Guns handed one of them a sleek
black one.

"SIR, Masters, this is a black slicing rod or cane, SIR. it is called a
Slicer, SIR and it is capable of causing an immediate welt and angry marks,
it can even break the skin on the first blow, if applied with that intent,
SIR, Masters," he explained in a shaky voice. "It's made from a very
durable fiberglass material, SIR, Masters."

Guns pushed him to his knees, then handed another cane to the other boi.

"SIR, Masters, this is a called a Twisted Fuck, made from braided
polyethylene strands, SIR. it is similar to a carcass beater cane, but not
looped like that SIR, Masters," he explained and gingerly, respectfully
returned it to the case. It looked incredibly painful.  Guns handed him the
last one.

"SIR, Masters, this cane is a textured rod called the Abrasor, SIR. It's a
flexible, abrasive fiberglass rod with roughened, gritty surface SIR. it
has been modified from the factory for an even more abrasive surface to
enhance the learning lesson when it's applied properly, SIR, Masters," he
explained, sweating a little, shaking like a leaf.

Guns then led both naked bois to a wooden crate placed directly in front of
the run-away boi. The run-away boi's head was restrained such that he
couldn't look away as his brothers leaned over the crate, obediently. they
all stared at one another, two innocents, one guilty; all terrified.

The Big-dicked Man held up the black Slicer and whipped in the air a few
times. The noise made me shiver. Before i could really even react, it was
applied first to one innocent's ass, then immediately to the other. They
howled in agony and held on to the edge of the crate for dear life, shaking
like mad. My boi-dick strained in its confinement.  i was sweating.

The Big-dicked Man grabbed the Twisted Fuck next and applied it as well,
with little ceremony. Both bois shrieked and screamed, but held their place
dutifully. Their tears mixed with sweat and puddled on the floor, their
boi-dicks went limp. i cringed, Pecs held my head focused on the action.

Finally, the Big-dicked Man took the Abrasor and cracked the first boi's
ass. He screamed so loud, my ears rang. He collapsed onto the cage and
passed out. Cruelly, the Big-dicked Man let this sink in on the other
innocent boi. He shook like a leaf in anticipation. The Big-dicked Man took
a practice swing or two, the boi pissed himself. It didn't stop the
Big-dicked Man, He cracked the boi's ass extra hard and the same shrieking,
convulsing and passing out displayed itself. This was clearly the most
intense BDSM display i'd ever witnessed and i was scared as hell.