Date: Sun, 2 Mar 2014 07:52:38 -0800
From: john smith <obedientboy4sir@gmail.com>
Subject: Learning to serve series - chapter 32

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Chapter Thirty-two - a long first night, a new life


"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 force its way 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.

"Boi cunts are like that, kid, very elastic until they get truly wrecked,"
He explained. i don't remember Tommy's response, only that He picked up His
pace and fucked hard and fast. i did my best to squeeze His cock and clean
up His Dad at the same time, but the fucking was so vigorous... the weights
on my balls were tugging wildly. My mind raced everywhere at once.

Suddenly, Mr. Terrazzo's face was at ear level. He held my head still and
spoke to me.

"You sure this is what you want, johnny? i know you're a pussyboi, but i
like you and wanna make sure? i can get you out now, if you
want. Otherwise, this is your life. Your Master seems like a good Man. Very
generous..." He chuckled. It was almost a caring and concerned couple of
sentences. i realized that one word from me, right then, might make all of
this stop somehow. Mr. Terrazzo was a powerful Man and He cared for me. i
was touched. i smiled.

"Mr. Terrazzo, Sir, i was born for this, Sir. It's all good and it's all my
own decision, Sir, thank You, Sir." i smiled and grunted the words out as
His kid repeatedly shoved His cock into my hole. Mr. Terrazzo patted me on
the head and laughed to himself.

"You were a good renter, pussyboi. I'm glad you found your way in the
world. Only two of my associates could get here with their boys tonight, on
such short notice, so it won't exactly be the gangbang of your dreams, but
you'll get what we both know you need." He patted my head a couple of times
and disappeared as i thanked him.

A minute or two later, Guns stuck His fingers in my mouth and fished out
the now empty condom.

"Just drop these empty chew toys out of your mouth, when you're done,
boi. Can't have you choking for real" He laughed, rubbed my head and called
for the next Man.

Then another cock filled me up all the way, i felt bushy pubes at my nose
and gagged on the intensity of the throat fuck. It felt good to be skewered
again. Tommy banging my ass and another young Man hammering my throat. My
boi-dick throbbed, but i focused on the young Men and did my best to serve
Them for my Master.

At some point the strap on my right arm was removed so i could jack the
cock on-deck.  Cocks came and went, lube was everywhere. My body was a mess
of sweat. Guns occasionally adjusted the straps. i lost count f the loads i
swallowed. 10? 12? More?

The younger Men fucked hard and fast and came in buckets, their Dads were a
little rougher, spanking my ass and calling me names: faggot, cunt, pussy,
and simply "hole" were repeated and slurred at me. The room smelled like
cum and cigar smoke. Every once in a while a whiff of booze and body odor
came to me. It was pig heaven.

Towards the end, there was a point when my hole just wouldn't close. The
young Men thought this was hysterical. They took turns either long-dicking
me or beating my ass with a belt in an effort to get me to focus on closing
it. It went on forever. i was exhausted as the last one shoved His cock in
my aching mouth for clean-up.

Ultimately, the noise quieted down and i heard the sound of the apartment
door closing.

"Good performance, boi" Guns commended me as He removed the hood and
loosened the restraints. The weight coming off my balls made me whimper. My
boi-dick was still rock hard. i wanted to cum so bad, it was driving me
crazy. Guns roughly massaged the feeling back into my limbs then helped me
stand up. Only then did i notice that He was wearing a very form fitting
tuxedo, like a waiter or bartender in a fine hotel. Damn, He looked hot.

"Tidy up this mess, boi, we'll be back tomorrow night for a good
cleaning. Right now, I'm starving. Hurry it up." He ordered. i picked up a
bunch of empty condoms, licking the floor where they landed. i wiped down
the horse and carried the empty beer bottles and cocktail glasses from what
was the living room to the kitchen. Guns was boxing up the remaining liquor
- all top shelf stuff. i filled the sink up with soapy water and started
washing the glassware.

i'd been naked in this space for the last couple of weeks, but still there
was something about standing at the sink washing dishes in the nude that
really got me hard. Guns phone rang and He was obviously talking to Pecs. i
did my best to mind my own business and focus on my task. Guns came up
behind me and squeezed my ass as He reported my progress to Pecs. A finger
or two wormed its way up my hole.

"The boi did good. Two solid hours of exercise and its no where near
wrecked. You know how young Bucks can rut." He laughed. "He got plowed by
three of 'em. Hung Italian studs, all under the age of 25, I'd guess." My
boi dick was now at full mast.

"The Daddies were pretty hung too. Of course, not like me, but decent." He
laughed as He cradled the phone between His ear and shoulder, pulling my
hips back from the sink enough to give Him access to my hard dick. i tried
desperately to focus on washing the glassware as He stroked my dick and
tugged on my blue balls. Pecs voice was muffled on the phone. The big
neoprene stretcher was forced on my nuts again. Fuck, it ached like crazy,
but my boi dick just dripped.

Guns stood up and wrapped up the report, then said we'd be back there soon
and hung up. He set the phone down.

"Nice control work, boi," He said as He slowly stroked my throbbing
boi-dick. "Even with all that protein in your belly, you must be hungry,
eh?" My stomach growled.

"Sir, yes, Sir." i answered in a ragged breath. God i wanted to cum so
bad. My legs started to shake. i could barely set the rinsed glassware down
on the counter without shaking. Guns laughed as i set the last clean glass
down and let the water out of the sink.

"OK, let's go." He said as He walked to the door, keys in hand. i crawled
to the door and waited. He turned out the lights and opened the door. i
went to stand, expecting my old gym shorts, and was commanded to stay down
and follow. A look of panic must've swept across my face, because seconds
later came Guns big right hand smacking me.

"Don't even think about hesitating, boi" He lectured, "you were told this
morning that public exposure increases this week. Fuckin' deal with it!"
Instantly, i lowered my head and kissed His highly polished, black dress
shoes; acknowledging my place and thanking Him for it. Down the hall, down
the stairs and out to the van, buck naked except for my cuffs, collar and
ball stretcher. i crawled as best i could and kept my head down and at His
left heel.

Impaling my used hole on the butt plug in my seat in the back of the van
was fairly easy.  He locked my cuffs and we were off. It was a short drive
to His and Pecs place. He didn't talk, i really just enjoyed the ride,
secure in my restraints, content as a freshly fucked boi.  i looked down to
see my boi-dick hard as a rock and balls stretched and angry red. Life was
good.

At the house, i was fed at the table with Pecs and Guns. We had a really
open and honest conversation about Mr. Terrazzo and the event. They filled
in the gaps in my story, describing Tommy and the other young Men as well
as Mr. Terrazzo's associates. There were laughs as well as instructions. i
spoke and commented only when invited. my voice was a little hoarse. While
i was clearly the slave in the room, They made me feel comfortable in my
own skin during the meal, but never let me forget my place.

As we finished eating, They ordered me to clean up the dishes and reflect
on what i could've done better today. They gave me exactly 30 minutes to
clean up the dining room and kitchen, and then i was to come find them in
the basement. After thanking them, they left and i hurried about my chores,
reflecting on my day.

i felt like i could have serviced the runners more completely in the
morning. i could have more proudly displayed my lowered zipper. i could
have offered to help Guns more with the set-up for Mr. Terrazzo. i should
have voiced more gratitude to the Men who used my holes and maybe should
have begged them to stretch my nuts further. i should have followed Guns
outside naked unquestionably. That 30 minutes of reflection made me realize
that i had a long ways to go to be a truly obedient boi.

Kitchen and dining room spotless, i made my way to the basement. It was
warm down there. i knocked at the door.

"C'mon in, boi. Crawl!" Pecs ordered. i knelt, opened the door and crawled
in. Pecs and Guns were waiting, both naked and hard. Pecs was stroking Guns
huge cock. As i neared Them, Pecs squatted down and forced two of His
finger down my throat, making me gag a little. i immediately thought i was
going to puke up the dinner I'd just ate. My mouth filled with saliva. He
pulled out His fingers and fed me Guns cock.

"Deep breath. All the way down, boi. Jaw wide, tongue out." He coached,
then grabbed my collar and shoved it home. Maybe it was the use early that
night or maybe it was Pecs strong arm pulling relentlessly on the collar,
but i obeyed and watched inch after inch disappear until my nose was
nestled in His tightly trimmed bush. You don't breathe around 12 inches of
cock, it's impossible. As taught, i kept my gaze upwards. i felt tears roll
down my cheeks and a tingling sensation creep across my torso. i held my
hands together behind my back with all my might. As i started to see stars,
Pecs loosened His grip and pulled me off. Guns cock was replaced by Pecs
tongue, kissing me fully.

"Good boi," He said when He pulled back. "Nurse on that cock while i
explain a few things about the next four weeks." i worshipped the cock and
listened closely.

"Every night there will be some degree of training once you take care of
your chores.  You'll come down here and enter into this computer your
reflections for improvement."  He grabbed my head and directed my eyes
towards a small laptop in the corner of the room. i never let the cock
escape my lips.

"Minimum of five reflections, but closer to ten is better, boi. A degree of
maintenance punishment will be administered once you have everything
written down. Maintenance punishments are going to be a part of your life
from now on, boi. Every night for the length of your servitude, maintenance
punishments will be applied to help shape you and focus you into the most
obedient boi possible." He lectured. To emphasize the point, Guns grabbed
my collar and shoved His full cock down my throat and held me there. The
words "most obedient boi possible" rang through my head as i struggled to
hold still, impaled on 12-inches of cock in my throat. A hard slap across
my face reminded me to keep my eyes open and fixated upwards on Guns
sneering face.

On the edge of passing out, He shoved me backwards, off His cock and onto
the floor.

"GO! Type in your reflections now, boi." He ordered. i crawled over and
began typing them in. There were more rules, designed to objectify me. No
pronouns when typing. "I" was now "it." Short sentences, good grammar, no
spelling errors. The list looked like this:

1. it must service runners more completely and eagerly in the mornings.
2. it must proudly display its lowered zipper.  3. it must help more with
the set-up for training.  4. it must voice more gratitude to the Men who
use its holes.  5. it must beg for more stretching to its Master's
boi-balls.  6. it must follow all commands and never question outside
nakedness.

The list was deemed "satisfactory, for now." i was ordered over to Pecs,
who was now seated on a simple wooden chair. He was naked. His muscular
legs spread wide framing His beautiful niner. i was introduced to the
wheelbarrow position for spanking. Basically, resting the front of each of
my thighs on top of His thighs, placing my ass like a bongo drum to be beat
in front of Him. My arms and head were to remain as upright as possible,
chin up, face forward. After every second stinging slap to my ass, i was to
thank Him and repeat the reflection and promise improvement.

Hard slap to the right cheek, hard slap to the left. "Sir, thank You, Sir,
it must service runners more completely and eagerly in the mornings, Sir,
it promises improvement, Sir."  And again, slaps to each cheek, mantra
repeated loud and clear. "Sir, thank You, Sir, it must service runners more
completely and eagerly in the mornings, Sir, it promises improvement, Sir."

For most reflections, it seemed to be about ten spankings. It was an
intense struggle to maintain the position and not scream out. Guns paced
around me. Pushing me back into good form when i got weak, often rubbing
His huge cock across my face for His amusement. Occasionally, stroking my
boi dick so that it was hard the entire time.

For the last two reflections, Pecs gripped my trapped, tender boi-balls and
added a stinging slap to them as well. It was a struggle not to wretch or
vomit. It was incredibly intense. i was a sweaty mess when the final
spankings were administered. i cried and thanked them both profusely at the
end.

i was ultimately led to another room off the dungeon. It contained a small
cell with iron bars and a tiled shower area, sink and toilet in the
opposite corner. i was told this space was mine for now, but another boi
would soon be joining me, probably next week. i showered, the water was
never hot, but not really cold either, and it was really just a rinse. i
cleaned out my hole, brushed my teeth and then settled down on a rough cot
with a simple little blanket in the cell. Pecs came in a forced my boi-dick
into a chastity device for the night. Then, i was locked in, lights went
off and i fell asleep with my ass on fire, completely exhausted.