Date: Wed, 4 Sep 2013 18:31:48 -0700
From: john smith <obedientboy4sir@gmail.com>
Subject: Learning to serve series - chapter 26

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little fantasy.

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Chapter Twenty-six - back to "normal"

"One down, boi, five to go. This week will be an adjustment. Pain will be
relatively constant and some other changes will start. Got it, boi?" He
asked with a further intense tug on my tender boi-balls.

"Sir, yes, Sir" i shouted as best i could through gritted teeth and agony.

The ride was uneventful. Pecs and Guns spoke to one another, more about
sports and things, seldom about the events of the weekend.

We pulled into the garage at Their house and Pecs dropped Guns off and came
back to the van with a duffle bag. We left Guns there and went back to my
apartment. Parked on the street, Pecs climbed in back and untied me and
handed me my old gym shorts. i dressed quickly and we went inside the
building.

i stripped naked in the hallway, knowing it was expected, and then we
entered the apartment. In my general state of exhaustion, i had no fear or
cares. i wanted to sleep in my bed and that was all i could focus on.

i think Pecs wanted the same thing, because we quickly showered and cleaned
up and i fell asleep with my head nuzzling into His armpit. No restraints
that night, except the chastity cage with its huge stretcher on my
boi-balls. 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.

i woke up with Pecs completely smothering me as usual. 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.

Suddenly, it was like every other day again. The morning routine was
virtually the same - a hard run, shower, and out the door. On the train, i
stood in my corner and looked around. It was crowded like a Monday morning
and i couldn't really see past the two women and one elderly man in front
of me, so i stood there quietly.

It dawned on me, at that moment; i was alone for the first time in days. i
mentally checked myself. Was i sane? Was this really happening? Did i still
have options? Did i want options? i reached down and felt my stretched
boi-balls through my suit and a pair of boxers. It was real, they ached
like crazy. i was slipping from this world into Master's world. It felt
wonderful, exciting, and liberating. i know, liberating sounds strange, but
my worries and fears about career and life and direction, were suddenly
gone. i felt like i had real purpose. A real drive to do this and do it to
the best of my ability started to bubble up within me. i felt my adrenaline
rise and as the train pulled into downtown, i got off and walked a few
extra blocks to the office. i was a proud boi.

Mr. Girard was gone for the week, in Denver on business. At exactly 8:00 AM
every morning, He would call and we would review His schedule for that
day. i noticed that there were more "yes, Sirs" in my conversation and i
wrote down everything He said in detail. He was very pleased and more than
once told me what a great job i was doing. i beamed, almost as if my Master
was rubbing my head. More than once, i had to fight the urge to beg Him for
anything else He might need.

When i hung up i realized just how much the Master/slave dynamic was taking
over my subconscious. i started to panic a little, but then i looked at my
phone and saw there was a message from the Big-dicked Man. It ordered me to
go to the bathroom and pee, then to get my boi-ass over to Mr. Stevens
office by 11:30 AM sharp. The morning had flown by.

i texted my gratitude to the Big-dicked Man, went to the Men's room and
peed, then sprinted over to Mr. Stevens office. i wore my name badge
proudly and walked directly to the elevator and hit the button for
Mr. Stevens floor. My boi-dick throbbed in its confinement and my weighted
balls ached.

i opened the door to Mr. Stevens' office and Al greeted me with a great big
smile. he jumped up from his desk and grabbed me by the shoulder. he
escorted me quickly to Mr.  Stevens' private office and into the little
dungeon room hidden to the side.

"Mr. Stevens is pretty busy today, boi. He'll take care of business here,"
he explained as we undressed and he buckled me into the fuck bench. he
strapped me down tight.

Next he shoved that evil metal o-ring gag into my mouth, i swear it was
bigger than i remembered. Once tightened, Al tested it by shoving his
seven-inch alpha-cock down my throat. he held it there forever, i twisted
and strained, but the straps held tight.

he pulled out and i gasped. he made no comment and tightened everything a
little more.  he applied a pair of nipple clamps to my tits and adjusted my
boi-dick and weighted balls so they hung perfectly below my hole. Then, he
knelt and obediently waited beside me.  my jaw ached. i began to sweat,
there was no air conditioning in this little dungeon.

It felt like we waited for a long time. Al held perfectly still. i was
impressed. Saliva was dripping from my gaping mouth hole. Suddenly the door
opened and Mr. Stevens came in. i tried to look straight ahead or downward,
but my head was held upright. He pulled a big cigar out of His pocket and
tossed a lighter to Al. Al held the lighter steady while His Master
carefully puffed and twirled the cigar to light it.

He grunted and began pacing around me, rubbing my immobilized body and
testing the restraints. Al scurried around after him, helping Him remove
His beautiful suit and carefully hang it up before it was wrinkled. When
His boxers were finally removed His big cock bounced all over the
place. Instinctively, my mouth watered even more. He lifted my weighted
balls and dropped them, eliciting a shallow grunt from me.

"Richard always was a freak about boi-nuts," He said as He walked back to
my head. His big cock suddenly jammed into my open throat hole. There was
no pretense, just there, and shoved in deep. i was totally caught off guard
and panicked. Every muscle in my body convulsed, i thought i might have a
heart attack. Just as i started to black out, Mr.  Stevens pulled back.

"Mondays are a bitch, boi," He sneered and shoved himself back in. He was
relentless.  He rammed my throat again and again, full length in and full
length out. Sometimes i got a breath, sometimes no. Throat slime, snot and
bile burned everywhere in my mouth. i was thoroughly throat raped
hard. There was no escaping it and not really any chance to do anything but
take it, like a good, obedient boi.

After an eternity, He shoved it deep and coated my bruised throat with His
thick Manly seed. i sobbed, both sad and relieved that it was over.

"Not a bad start, eh, boi?" He said to Al. Al complimented Him profusely as
He cleaned up His Master's cock. "Now... let's get to business on that
hole."

He pushed Al aside and disappeared behind me. i felt Al climb onto the fuck
bench and then kneel as He straddled my back. His big hands pulled my ass
cheeks apart as Mr.  Stevens carefully inspected my boi-hole. He pinched
and pulled at my puckering ass lips.

"Looks like he had some time impaled this weekend, see that bruising?" He
said to Al.

"Yes, Sir, i imagine they strung him up to stretch his balls, Sir" Al
commented boldly, then shivered.

"Maybe you need a weekend reminder back there yourself, boi" Mr. Stevens
taunted. Al whimpered, apologized, and quietly agreed with His Master's
desires. His Master chuckled and proceeded to whip the fuck out of my
hole. Without let up, Mr. Stevens whipped away and explained what the week
had in store for me.

"By this Friday, boi, you'll be holding your own ass cheeks apart and
begging me for the stinger," He laughed, "it'll be the least of your
worries." A whole new layer of sweat rolled off my body and i cried myself
to the point of passing out.