Date: Mon, 10 Feb 2014 14:05:43 -0800
From: john smith <obedientboy4sir@gmail.com>
Subject: Learning to serve series - chapter 31

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Chapter Thirty-one - breaking the lease


Back at the apartment, i carried the last things out to the van, while Pecs
looked at my laptop and worked on something. He removed the collar and
cuffs. Then forced my balls back into a harsh neoprene ball stretcher; one
that seemed to pull way more than the others. i saw stars.

"We're moving a size up today, boi" Pecs explained. i grunted out my
gratitude as i stepped into the shower and washed Him, then myself. When
done, i cleaned the bathroom perfectly, leaving only one small washcloth
per Pecs orders. Pecs pointed to my last suit hanging in the closet. i
dressed in the suit, no underwear, pressed shirt and tie, socks and dress
shoes. The bigger ball stretcher pushed my package a little farther
forward. With no ceremony, we walked out of the apartment.

Looking back on this moment, i realize that my head shifted significantly
in those 24 hours. i was 'all in' at this point. The old me was being
summarily dismantled and discarded. My privacy was history and with it went
my material possessions, my fears, and my control. i did not panic. i gave
myself over to the inner boi in me. i trusted my trainers, but moreover i
trusted my Master. i'm not sure this can be conveyed without experiencing
it, but i truly gave myself to living in the very moment.

At the van, Pecs lowered the fly on my suit pants and reached inside and
grabbed my balls. He kissed me hard, squeezed my stretched boi-balls, and
said "Come back here tonight by 5:30 PM. Mr. Terrazzo will meet you to
collect His key and final payment."  He grinned. Fuck, He was a hot
kisser. I was breathless. "Be a good boi for Him. My balls ached, my
stomach flip-flopped, and my dick throbbed."

Sir, yes, Sir," i answered loud and clear.

He handed me my wallet (now containing only my license and one twenty
dollar bill, nothing else) and my phone. With no more ceremony, He turned
me around and slapped my ass and sent me on my way. i wanted desperately to
zip up and tuck my hard-on into a less conspicuous angle, but i knew
better. My skin still tingled from last night's punishment. My balls ached
constantly now. i walked to the train stop, my suit jacket doing little to
cover up the bulge or the lowered zipper.

The train ride was uneventful and my hard-on subsided some. i watched my
phone the whole time, hoping to hear from my Master, but nothing came
through. In the office, it was about as normal of a day as i'd had
lately. If anyone noticed my fly down, they didn't remark on it. At 11:00
AM, a text came to order me to piss and grab a light lunch.

My heart sank a little. As painful and intense as the sessions with
Mr. Stevens were, i craved them. My bruised and battered boi-hole spasmed,
just thinking about it. The rest of the day was a blur.

At 5:00 PM, i made my way back to my old apartment to meet Mr. Terrazzo as
ordered.  My boi-dick chubbed in anticipation, but my head still had some
doubts. They disappeared when i walked up to the apartment building. Guns
was waiting for me.

"you're early, boi," He greeted me, rubbing my head, "that's good." We
headed upstairs.

i disrobed in the hallway, carefully folding the suit. Naked now, we
entered the old apartment; Guns walking, me crawling behind him. Inside, He
led me to the bathroom and cleaned my hole out using multiple flushes,
including a last one where He bent me over the tub, inserted the head and
first few inches of His cock unlubed, up my ass. He pissed for what seemed
like forever. It wasn't my first piss enema, but it was a huge one.  My
belly strained and i groaned under the pressure.

"Ride it out, boi" Pecs ordered. His twelve inches was thickening and
plugging my hole.  All i could do was breathe harder, deep breaths - in and
out. i felt dizzy. My focus was His magnificent cock and the pressure i
could apply to it. After an eternity, He slowly began withdrawing His
cock. i worked very hard to squeeze my hole, knowing full well the
consequences would be severe, if i lost the enema load before ordered. My
body was dripping with sweat and i began to tremble.

"Steady, boi, you can do this," Guns coached me, almost in a caring
manner. His hands on my ass helped. i clenched hard and He withdrew. He
stepped away and ordered me to empty. i nearly passed out. It was
intense. i was shaking all over and felt like puking.

Gus turned on the shower and directed me into it. Cool water rained down on
me. He threw the wet washcloth to me.

"Scrub up, boi," He ordered. i gathered my senses and scrubbed my body
down. My balls ached in the stretcher, my stomach eased back to normal. i
finished and dried off by wicking the cold water off me and using the
washcloth to wipe away what water i could.

While i dried, Guns informed me there would be no more towels in my future,
such luxuries were for Men. i shivered, but dried quick enough.

He led me to what was my bedroom. In the center of the room was a bench
like Mr.  Stevens used but slightly cruder. It had a padded top that i laid
face down on. My legs were spread painfully wide and strapped in place at
my thighs, knees, calves, and ankles.  As soon as both thighs were strapped
in, i felt my hole being exposed and began imagining Mr. Terrazzo fucking
me.

He had a beautiful cock, but i'd only ever serviced Him orally. It was a
healthy nine inches that usually choked the fuck out of me. More than once
the volume of cum was so much that it was impossible to swallow and came
spurting out of my nose, burning the hell out of my sinuses. My boi-dick
throbbed.

Guns double checked for proper tightness, the straps held me down but
circulation was maintained. He constantly felt my feet for warmth or
coolness. Straps secured my stomach, torso and arms similarly. A crude
dental gag was locked into place stretching my jaws painfully open and then
a hood was placed over my head, muffling sound and preventing
sight. Something was placed under my chin that somehow held my head forward
and immobilized. Guns tested this by shoving two fingers deep into my
throat, wiggling them around until i gagged profusely.

In the darkness, i felt the neoprene stretcher roughly pulled off my balls
and a cord wound around them instead. Soon after they were pulled own
abruptly, probably with some sort of weight attached to them. i grunted,
but little noise was possible with the dental gag. Still His hand slapped
my ass hard, warning me to control myself.

As He milked precum out of my throbbing dick and rubbed it across my
boi-hole, i began to think about my Master in the darkness of the hood. i
thought back to that first meeting in the desert, the way He controlled me
from the minute i boarded the plane to the minute i physically met him. He
had orchestrated all of it. He tested me out with His friend Jim in the
airport and in the cab to the resort... and throughout the weekend from
there.

Somewhere in the middle of remembering swallowing my Master first load, i
heard muffled voices, Guns deep voice and Mr. Terrazzo's booming voice and
others, i think.  There was the distinct sound of ice cubes clinking into
glasses and then the smell of cigar smoke.

In a way, the darkness and muffled sound was safe and comforting. i had
come to trust Guns and Pecs implicitly. They'd been harsh, but They always
took the best care of me to make sure i was safe and unharmed. With that
realization came the understanding that i was not Johnny in this moment,
but a faceless object, a part of a piece of furniture designed for the
pleasure of superior Men.

A chill went through me as a hand touched my lower back. It felt like a
softer hand, and not Guns or Mr. Terrazzo. Were there more voices than
theirs? Definitely. More hands rubbed me, pinching and pulling, then some
slapping on my ass. The weight on my balls was moving and swaying, pulling
hard on them. Saliva ran from my mouth hole like precum dripped from my
dick. i shivered in anticipation, adrenaline was pumping through my
veins. Suddenly, hands left me and Guns voice made an announcement.

"Gentlemen, welcome. The boi trussed up here comes to this of its own free
will. Boi, isn't that right?" He asked. Before i could attempt to answer,
He chuckled and instructed me to point to the place in the world i desired
to be. Obediently, i pointed towards the sound of Guns voice and down,
trying in the darkness to point to His feet. He patted my head and asked
the room if they had any doubts of my consent. No sound came forward.

"Per its Master's instructions, its balls are being stretched to hang as
low as possible. My boots are stretching Him nicely now, feel free to add a
little more weight, if You'd like.  Its boi-dick is also learning control
and while a healthy amount of precum will dribble out, it will be prevented
from achieving orgasm like this." Suddenly there was a snapping noise and
my dick felt like it was on fire. i screamed as loud as i could but only
made a gurgling noise. My body shook like crazy and sweat rolled off of
me. What the fuck was that?

"My job here is to make this event as comfortable as possible for you. I'll
be mixing drinks and fetching cigars, but also controlling the boi's well
being and safety and administering a zap or two, if it gets too close to
cumming. There are condoms and lube, please be safe. Enjoy." He finished
and the room got noisy. Hands were back feeling me up. Rubbing the sweat
into me.

i remembered being similarly trussed up in the desert, with Jared taking
care of me. i missed him all of the sudden. Then i felt a cock invade my
mouth, it was hard as steel and slid right in and didn't stop until it was
balls deep.

"Cool!" was the word i heard as i struggled to not throw up. Just as
quickly, a fat cock lined up at my ass and tore it open, searing my
insides. The Man leaned forward onto my back and grunted in my ear.

"I always knew you'd wind up here, pussyboi," it was Mr. Terrazzo,
"Skewered between me and my kid." i involuntarily jerked. "Yeah, pussyboi,
that's Tommy's cock you're choking on, He's hung like His daddy. Me and my
Associates are taking this opportunity to teach our Boys about using
faggots." He laughed and pushed Himself up and fucked me like a mad
Man. They wasted no time using my holes as aggressively as possible.

For some reason, i kept trying to do the math. How old was Tommy now? 18?
19? i couldn't focus on it, saliva streamed out of my mouth as my throat
was fucked hard. It was impossible to keep my composure, at the same time,
my ass felt like it was ripping.

"Fuck that pussy-throat, son. Faggots like to be used like this. I'm sure
its dick is hard and dripping." Mr. Terrazzo's deep voice was egging His
kid on, almost like a coach telling a player how to use a new piece of
equipment.

It seems like there is no sense of control what-so-ever in bondage like
this, but a good boi seeks out those places where he can still squeeze to
pleasure the Men using him. There are more muscles in a boi's ass than just
his sphincter. i worked as hard as i possibly could to please both Men.

Tommy came first, flooding my throat and mouth with a big, salty load of
young Man's cum. Mr. Terazzo leaned down and tweaked both of my nipples as
He jack-hammered my hole. "These knobs are magic, boy, really revs a cunt
up" He explained as Tommy tried to collect himself, rubbing His cock
against my face and flicking off the last of His cum.

"Thanks, Pop," He said respectfully to His Dad, as His Dad grunted out His
climax.  "That was the bomb, Pop." i distinctly heard them high five each
other and then felt an incredible emptiness as Mr. Terrazzo pulled out.

"Let me give you a hand, Sir" came Guns voice to my left. The next thing i
felt was the dental gag being released and my jaw moving. Instinctively i
swallowed the cum in my mouth, before slightly stretching my jaw and
profusely thanking the Men who used me.

"Clean Him up, boi," Guns ordered as Mr. Terrazzo's condom covered cock
found its way to my lips. i sucked the condom off in my mouth and swallowed
its rich contents. As i was licking the shaft and balls clean i felt
Tommy's cock slip into my hole.

"Damn, Pop, it's still tight. I thought your horse cock might've ruined
this pussy," He said enthusiastically. Mr. Terrazzo laughed.