Date: Mon, 30 Sep 2013 12:38:15 -0700
From: john smith <obedientboy4sir@gmail.com>
Subject: Learning to serve series - chapter 28

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Chapter Twenty-eight - Dinner will be served

The scene must've turned Guns on, because He pushed me to my knees and
throat-fucked me like crazy. 12-inches of Master Trainer cock is challenge
no matter how you take it or, in this case, are force fed it. i held my
hands tightly behind my back and stayed on my knees as best i could. my
tongue extended out as far as possible, dreaming of licking His huge
nuts. i swallowed as hard as i could and tried to relax my throat. All of
it was for naught, as Guns just fucked the boi-throat in His grip. Any
technique i'd learned to date simply failed me. It was a hard, brutal
throat-fuck.

When He finally shot, it went directly into my belly, six good spurts or
so. Honestly, i was so light headed and near passing out. that i lost
count. i obediently nursed Him clean and savored the little taste i could
get. As i thanked him, grateful for His use, i inadvertently burped. We
both chuckled and He rubbed my head.

"you're improving, little cum-whore," He said, in a complimentary, but
humiliating way.  His bladder let loose a stream of hot Man piss all over
me. my trapped dick was throbbing and aching for release. We washed up, He
spent extra time cleaning me out, and we left the gym.

Guns was dressed a little nicer than usual. He wore a classy, tight pair of
jeans that left little to the imagination, a form fitting button down shirt
that accentuated His shoulders and huge pecs, and a sports coat. i was
naked except for leather cuffs and high collar and, of course, my chastity
cage and ball stretcher. i squatted next to Him in the elevator.  Instead
of going down to the garage like normal, we ascended to the floor above. i
realized then that the elevator had no buttons for floors, just a keypad to
enter codes into.

Interestingly, the doors opened and we were in the lobby of what appeared
to be a very high-class restaurant. Guns squatted down and removed my
chastity device. my boi-dick needed no encouragement to get hard. He
attached a leash to the collar and indicated that i was to crawl behind
him. The carpet was lush and soft, a deep red color. As a boi, you
appreciate these things at a whole new level. The smell of food made my
stomach grumble. Since the training began my diet was strictly controlled
and i was kept a little hungry (not starving) constantly. Besides a lot of
cum, Guns and Pecs fed me a very high protein/low carb diet with a lot of
fresh fruit and vegetables.

In a new space like this, i was apprehensive, but i instinctually followed
Guns, knowing that He was in control. The restaurant was fairly empty,
large u-shaped booths lined the room, there were no windows. Everything was
upholstered in a deep brown leather and the whole place was very modern and
tastefully decorated. i forgot that i was in an old warehouse building for
a minute. A sharp tug on the leash brought my focus back to Guns boots as
we walked/crawled to our booth.

As we neared the booth three pairs of boots stepped down from the booth and
greeted Guns. Pecs was one of them, i knew the boots He wore. When i heard
His voice, i was proud of that knew that. From what i could gather, the
other boots (a very well-polished and expensive looking pair of black
boots) belonged to a Master named Roger and a pair of Wescott boots laced
high, belonged to a Master named Dave.

A sharp upward tug on the leash and "present" command brought me to my
feet, legs spread wide, hands behind my head, chin up, pecs out, low back
arched, ass up. Pecs explained that i belonged to Master Richard and was a
week into training. Master Roger proceeded to examine me head to toe. He
was a big bearish Master, but very well kept.  His dark beard was trimmed
perfectly, His brown eyes sparkled. His hands rubbed my head, tugged my
ears, rubbed my pecs, and stroked my boi-dick. Pre-cum bubbled up.

"Ahh, the perfect condiment," He laughed as He wiped the pre-cum from my
piss slit and tasted it. "Richard certainly has a knack for finding hot
ones," He said to Guns. Guns respectfully acknowledged that and then
explained that my endurance was being tested this week.

"Tonight could be interesting," He noted. Then He bent me over at the waist
and spread my ass cheeks wide apart. "Stevens clearly gave it a
Monday-style training." They all chuckled and someone whistled. My
tenderized hole was poked and pinched. Clearly, Mr. Stevens worked me
hard. Every movement remind me of it, but like a good boi, i did not
complain or whine. i dealt with it and was grateful for the training.

As i was bent over, a pair of bare feet joined the group and stood quietly
to the side. i could see that it was a naked slave, but little else. i
focused intently on Pecs boots as they continued my inspection. After a few
minutes, i was pushed to my knees. The leash was handed to the naked waiter
slave and Guns instructed him.

"Only thing off limits are its balls, unless you can stretch 'em beyond
where they're at," He told the waiter slave. "That said, there's a hard tip
in it for you if you do," He laughed and rubbed His bulge. The waiter slave
bent down and tugged on my sore nuts.

"Sir, there shouldn't be a problem accommodating all of Your desires, Sir."
He dutifully reported. Guns reached into His shirt pocket and produced a
little blue pill. He commanded me to open my mouth and then shoved the pill
deep into my throat and forced me to swallow it. The waiter slave tugged
the leash and led me to the kitchen.

It wasn't so much of a kitchen as a prep room. i was rough handled by two
other strong naked waiter slaves as soon as we entered. they lifted me into
a tub of water and scrubbed me briskly with evil little plastic
brushes. Like the floor waiter, these slaves were all very muscular and
strong. my skin was on fire from the scrubbing and i looked down to see it
was bright red. They didn't miss an inch, even my boi-dick and tender hole
was scrubbed.

Once scoured, i was oiled up with a sweet smelling oil. A cart was rolled
out and it had an odd looking little narrow bench on it. they lifted me
onto the bench and placed my stomach down on it. It extended from my lower
stomach to just past my chin. my knees and elbows were bent and i was
trussed tightly. The bindings were like plaster casts, applied in layers
and dried in between. They truly immobilized my arms and legs. The ball
stretcher was removed only to be replaced by a parachute that yanked my
balls to the end of the cart. The string pulling my balls back was adorned
with a little silver bell. i screamed as it was hooked in place and got a
hard slap across the face.

Next my jaw was opened wider than i ever thought possible and a huge apple
was wedged in place, effectively gagging me. The muscles in my face
immediately ached.  Tears streamed down my face. This was the most
restrained bondage i had ever experienced. Appetizers and fresh vegetables
were arranged around me and an odd- looking candelabra with phallic shaped
candles was buckled onto my back.

The most painful part came when a carrot, delicately carved to look like a
beautiful flower with a long narrow stem was oiled in front of me. The chef
spoke for the first time.

"Ever experienced a sound, boi?" he asked, knowing that answering was
impossible. he grinned evilly and disappeared behind my line of sight. My
boi-dick was rock hard, but he stroked it anyway. Then, with little
ceremony, he began forcing the long narrow stem of the carrot stick
sculpture into my urethra. Oiled or not, it burned like a mother fucker
going in. i screamed, but no sound came through my improvised gag. my
bondage was so complete, i could barely shiver in pain. i saw stars. Tears
dripped from my stretched face.

"Focus, boi" a waiter commanded as he slapped my face hard to keep me from
passing out. The string pulling my balls was tightened as a distraction,
the little bell rang softly.  Then something long, hard and thick was slid
up my boi-hole. (I learned later that it was a 10-inch long English
cucumber carved with a spiral groove and bunch of grapes carefully attached
to the outward end of it. Whatever it was oiled with burned like crazy on
my tender hole.)

In each of my hands was placed a bunch of delicately carved carrot sticks
resembling 20 different shaped cocks. Many hands were bound such that i
couldn't release the carvings.  Similarly, something was displayed between
my toes, with my feet tightly bound. Strings of sharp glass and pointy
metal beads were carefully strung over the rest of my body. The table
centerpiece was complete.

The cart was wheeled back into the dining room, candles were lit, and the
little bell jingled lightly as the string pulling my balls backwards
quivered with every bump. The chef, the one who inserted the sculpture into
my dick, explained the menu of healthy choices to the table as the cart was
somehow wheeled into the center.

"Masters, we are pleased to present Your appetizer course, Sirs, plenty of
fresh veg and a variety of dipping sauces, Sirs" he explained. "Masters,
this one in particular is a house specialty and it changes with each new
boi." the chef then not so gently fucked my dick with the cruel carrot
causing precum to drip out from around it. Immobilized, my body shivered in
pain, drops of wax from the candles splattered my back and the bell
attached to the string stretching my balls rang softly. The beads scraped
cruelly into my skin. It was going to be a long night.

The Masters applauded and thanked the chef. For the first few minutes, my
display was photographed and They played endlessly with the carrot
sound. Often they pulled it completely out and shoved it back in. At one
point, Pecs leaned in and licked the tears off my face and whispered in my
ear.

"Good boi, remember this week is all about pain endurance. Go to the oath,
give to your Betters." He advised. More tears flowed, but i began repeating
my Master's oath in my head and thinking about how wonderful His cock felt
in my ass. The pain was intense, but it seemed to change somehow. my hole
throbbed around the cucumber and more precum bubbled out.

"You are a Master at this stuff, Pecs, look at this boi go!" Master Rogers
complimented Pecs. i beamed somewhere inside knowing that i helped make
Pecs look good. He was the kinder of the two Master Trainers, though cruel
in His own way.

The conversation eventually went back to business at hand. Master Roger was
there to select a new boi, Master Dave was there to actually find a boi
with potential that measured up to His expectations. More than once, He was
referred to as the Recruiter.  Master Roger might have wanted an Asian or
Latino boi, but I'm not sure. He might have wanted a small frame, skinny,
and uncut. After that, i couldn't tell you what. i was in an incredible
amount of pain.

i recall the appetizer course finishing, but nothing more. i know i was
there through dessert, but for the life of me, i couldn't describe it. i
never dozed off, sleep was impossible. Someone, probably Guns or Pecs made
sure i was awake, every few minutes fucking that infernal carrot in and out
of my rock-hard drippy boi-dick.

When at last the dinner was over, i was wheeled back into the kitchen. Pecs
followed.  Once inside the prep room the apple was removed. My jaw was
slack. It wouldn't move.  Similarly, when the plaster casting was removed
my body somehow atrophied and i was like an agonized pool of jello. i was
washed carefully and massaged until my muscle control was restored. Pecs
reassured me that i did well and everything would come back.  He rubbed my
head a lot and that felt incredible.

When i could finally speak again, i thanked Him profusely. When i could
move i licked His boots like they were my last meal. i was cleaned and
fed. My cuffs were reattached and the ball stretcher put back on. He easily
lifted me up over His broad shoulder and carried me out like a sack of
laundry.