Date: Tue, 3 Nov 2015 20:27:21 -0800
From: john smith <obedientboy4sir@gmail.com>
Subject: Learning to serve series - chapter 35

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Chapter Thirty-five - Off to the second weekend

As i quickly got dressed, i enviously watched the young Man clean
Mr. Stanton's cock and swallow the rich contents of the condom. He also
licked up a huge pool of boi- drippings on the floor. i left after thanking
Mr. Stanton and got back to my office an hour late.

i texted Pecs from the street and told him i was delayed. He asked for
details and i described the encounter briefly. He replied simply that i was
becoming an obedient whore.

Back at the office, i worked hard to make up for lost time. At 3:30 a
message came from the Big-dicked Man, "the weekend is beginning now, meet
the van at the curb in 30 minutes sharp." i almost pissed myself i was so
scared. i quietly stepped into Mr. Girard's office and politely asked for
Friday off.

"More training, Johnny?" He asked. i blushed a little, remembering that He
thought i was doing some intense workout regiment.

"Yes, Sir, its intense, Sir," i replied quietly. He smiled and said OK, i
quickly wrapped things up. Ten minutes before i was to be downstairs a text
ordering me to go to the bathroom and piss before finding the white van
parked curbside. i did as instructed and left the office. Curbside was the
van. i walked towards it as the window unrolled.

"Strip" was the command as i approached the van. As mortified as i was, i
remembered instantly the night before and my promise to obey instantly all
commands. There on the sidewalk, outside of my big corporate office
building, i carefully shed my suit, piece by piece. My fingers trembled
with every button and zipper, until i was completely naked, save for the
cock cage. i heard a few passers-by gasp. i focused on my task for the most
part. i did as i was told and followed the command. My boi-dick strained
with excitement.

Once naked, i knelt on the sidewalk and waited. It seemed like a full
minute or two passed, before the door slightly opened for me to enter. i
was flush with embarrassment, thinking that every co-worker i had known saw
me out there. In reality, my head was bowed and i saw no one and really
heard nothing. i was already deep into my proper boi- space.

But "deep into my boi-space" doesn't mean i wasn't terrified: my body shook
with nervousness and a chilled temperature, my stomach twisted and turned,
tears of shame welled up in my eyes. This humiliating exposure is an
important part of the journey to complete service, it's critical in
learning to serve. At the core of it is the inspired notion that Alpha Men
are Superior and subordinate bois like myself, while strong in our own way,
are most comforted and at peace when obeying and pleasing these
Men. Enduring tests like this taboo of complete public exposure brings a
boi into a state of compliance, it further objectifies the boi and rewires
its thinking by building a basic, fundamental trust in its Superiors that
surpasses its trust in itself.

i carefully set my pile of clothes in the van and climbed in. The
Big-dicked Man was behind the wheel and quickly sped off as the door shut
hard behind me. i was roughly manhandled by two burly Men i did not know.

"Welcome to the weekend, boi," the Big-dicked Man laughed, "lucky for you,
you're my personal project for the next three days." Before that even
registered i was tightly secured and stretched spread-eagle on the floor of
the van. i knew better than to cry out, but the roughness was already a
level or two higher than anything Pecs and Guns dished out. No nice leather
cuffs, these Men used a rough, prickly hemp rope. It bit and scratched at
the skin around my wrists and ankles. They carefully wound rope around my
neck as a makeshift collar too, not quite tight enough to choke me, but a
simple tug on it would certainly gain my complete attention.

In my head, i saw my Master and trusted Him completely. This was part of
His desire for me and i complied obediently. i repeated His mantra again
and again as the Men rough handled me.

The metal chastity device was unlocked and roughly yanked off. The insert
burned as it was pulled out and i wondered if my dick was damaged. But no,
it was fine as it instantly throbbed, rock hard. i had little time to
really think about it as a long medical catheter was lubed and shoved down
my pee hole. i gritted my teeth and whimpered slightly as it went on and
on. My whole body trembled. It seems like a foot of catheter was inserted,
my body shook with pain and i had trouble remembering the words of the
mantra.

When they finally stopped, i felt any pressure in my abdomen
disappear. Clearly they hit my bladder and it emptied. Oddly it was another
step in the objectification process - it no longer controlled its own
bladder function. The powerlessness of the moment was profound and deep. i
wanted to cry and jump for joy at the same time. All the worries in the
world, all the things i could and could not control were being willingly
handed over to my Master. My trust in Him grew deeper and deeper. He knows
best. The words and the meaning of His mantra came back clearly in my head
and i found peace... but not for long.

As my dick was being catheterized, my aching balls were being roughly
massaged and manipulated. These new Men worked as one, a seamless team,
even more in sync than Guns and Pecs. As one pulled my nuts far away from
my body, the other quickly attached an impossibly tight leather parachute
harness that would become the bane of my existence.

The parachute wasn't simply snapped in place. The Men filled the snaps with
a small dot of super glue, before snapping each snap shut. The permanence
of it, recognizing that super glue held tight forever, made a millions
questions run through my head: how long is this session? Will it ever come
off? How will i wear it to work on Monday? How much can my sack be
stretched before my balls get ripped off my body? How much pain can i
endure?

And while these questions raced through my brain, i never questioned the
intent of the action. i knew that my Master desired very low hanging
boi-balls, as much or more so than He desired His slave to be lean and
muscular. It was part of the process, beyond learning to serve, it was
transforming from my own view of myself into my Master's view of His
slave. A view He would be proud of, a view He would love. i wanted one
thing: to serve my Master completely. All other desires were His and His
alone to control and shape.

"Mr. Stevens is very good at His craft, Boss," one of the Men reported as
He attached a lead to the parachute and secured my Master's boi-balls low
and tight. i struggled to breath, sweat and tears poured off my body. i
would just get ahold of myself and the stretch would be pulled farther and
the agony would ensue again.

When They finally stopped stretching, one Man wound the infernal prickly
rope around the taut sack. It played in slow motion in my head, round after
round the rope seemed to wrap like a boa constrictor forcing my Master's
boi-balls lower and lower. The pain went from ouch-to-fuck and quickly to
oh-fucking-God-help-me. But again, i whimpered and shook, but obediently,
did not cry out. It was not easy. Don't let these simple words fool
you. The agony was blinding.

In retrospect, i think my terrorizing fear of the Big-dicked Man and the
love and trust i had in my Master melded to help me be more compliant, even
more obedient, to give even more than i ever imagined i had to give. Still,
at some point, as my nuts were literally stretched so far away from me, the
agony so gut-wrenching, that just i passed out.