Date: Fri, 2 Mar 2012 13:30:18 -0500 (EST)
From: str8lrn2srv@aol.com
Subject: Learning-to-Serve, Part 4

About a week after I had first met Bryan, I got a text saying that he
wanted me to come over to his place on Friday night.  I quickly responded
that I'd be there and received a text back with an address and time.

While I had a great time at the bar with Bryan, I was very nervous about
going to his apartment.  All night at the bar, I had only caught hints of
his dominance.  Even when he was joking with me and talking like a friend,
there was always an undercurrent of him being in charge, which made me
anxious about being alone with him.  At the same time, I was very excited.
It had been several years since I had submitted to another man, but that
side of me that craved a man's dominance was still very much there.

I told my girlfriend that I was going out for drinks with some of my
buddies and depending on how things went I might crash at one of their
places rather than drive drunk.  She was great and told me to have fun.

In any case, on Friday night at 7pm I was at the front gate to Bryan's
apartment complex calling him up.  He buzzed me in and I made my way to his
unit where he was waiting at the door.  He was wearing a white wifebeater,
black basketball shorts, and white ankle-socks.  Since I'd come directly
from work, I was wearing slacks and a dress shirt - I felt overdressed.

Bryan opened the door wider to let me in, then closed and locked it behind
me.  His apartment was nice.  Not overly luxurious, but nicer than a lot of
the bachelor pads my friends had. Echoing my own feeling, he said, "You're
overdressed.  Here, put this on," and handed me a small piece of cloth.

I looked more closely at what he had given me and realized it was a small
black jockstrap.  I guess I spent a little too much time just looking at
the jock, because he came up to me and started unbuttoning my shirt.  He
had a big smile on his face and said, "Look Aaron, I like you, but I'm not
used to having to repeat myself."  Still unbuttoning my shirt, he
continued, "There's no need to be shy.  I already know you're a submissive
slaveboy at heart.  So just relax and do what you're told tonight and we'll
both have a good time. Got it?"

I nodded and slipped out of my shirt, then took off my pants and boxers
before putting the jockstrap on.  Bryan laughed and pointed out that my
dick was already getting hard.  I couldn't help noticing that his shorts
were tenting up also.  He didn't seem to be wearing any underwear.

"Take the socks off too, boy.  I want you in just the jockstrap."

I obeyed and put my dress socks inside my shoes by the door.

"Much better, Aaron.  Now you're looking good." Bryan said, obviously
checking me out head to toe and walking in a circle around me.  Eventually
he stopped directly behind me and massaged my shoulders, then ran his hands
down my back.  I moaned a little; it felt so good.  "Close your eyes and
keep them closed until I say differently."

I did as he ordered and felt him putting something around my neck, probably
a collar.  Then he pushed me to another part of the room and told me to
open my eyes.  I was standing in front of a large mirror, wearing only a
jockstrap and a black leather collar.  Bryan was standing directly behind
me, still with a big smile on his face.

"What do you think, Aaron?" he asked, but didn't wait for me to respond. "I
think you look great, but there is only one problem."

I looked at him questioning through the mirror. "What's that, Bryan?"

He laughed and said, "Okay, make that two problems."  Putting his hands on
my shoulders again, he started pushing down hard. "First, you're in my home
and you're on your feet when you belong on your knees," he said as he
pushed me to the ground so I was now kneeling in front of the mirror.  "And
second, when you are wearing that jockstrap and collar, I'm not Bryan to
you anymore.  Its Master.  Got it?"

I nodded, and he cuffed me lightly on the back of the head.

"I said, got it?"

"Yes, Master."

He pet my head and just said "Good boy."

I felt pretty humiliated and looked down at the floor, but my head was
quickly jerked upward.  "No boy, I want you to look at yourself in the
mirror."

I looked in the mirror and had never felt more inferior in my life.  There
I was, on my knees in nothing but a jockstrap and a collar, with a fully
clothed man behind me, one hand under my chin and the other on top of my
head forcing me to look at myself in this position.

"I want to explain a few things to you, boy.  I'm not like your buddy Jim,
who was just using you to assert his dominance and get his rocks off."
Bryan then came around and stood in front of me.  Although he was a couple
inches shorter than me when standing, he towered over me now with me on my
knees.  He tilted my head up to look at him.  "I think you're beautiful and
if you're going to be my slave I want to be able to enjoy your body, so
this is your uniform when you serve me."  He was still looking down at me
and had a hand on the back of my head.  "I don't know the stories of the
other guys you've submitted to, but I'm gay and a big part of the turn-on
for me is seeing you get hard as a rock from serving me."

Both of us looked down and saw that my dick was definitely straining
against the jockstrap.

"And it looks like you have a pretty nice one.  What is it, 6? 7 inches?"

"Seven," I said, earning a relatiely light slap on my cheek.  I quickly
corrected myself, "Seven, Master."

"Why's it hard right now, boy?"

"I don't know, Master."

"Don't lie to me, slave.  Tell me why you're hard right now."

I thought for a moment before replying, "Master, I'm hard right now because
I like the way you're treating me."

"And how am I treating you, boy?"

"Like a worthless slave, Master."  I was surprised to get another slap on
the cheek, this one a little harder.

"You think I would want a slave who is worthless, boy?"

I stammered, "No, Master."

"Damn right.  You should be proud to be mine.  Being my slave makes you the
luckiest slave in the world."

I blushed and looked down at his feet, "You're right, Master.  I'm sorry."

He gently tilted my head up again to look at him.  "So tell me again how
I'm treating you, boy."

"You're treating me like a slave, Master.  And I feel very lucky."

"Good boy, now open your mouth."

I did so and he leaned over and slowly let some spit fall into my open and
waiting mouth.  "Anytime I deposit some of myself in you, boy, you can feel
free to thank me."

I immediately said, "Thank you, Master." earning a smirk from Bryan.

Brian then moved to my side and ordered me to turn to face him, so that we
were now facing each other with the large mirror to the side.

"Look in the mirror, slaveboy.  Isn't that a fucking beautiful sight?  A
man and his slave."

I looked over and couldn't help agreeing.  Although Bryan was no model,
standing in front a collared slave, I couldn't imagine any man looking more
masculine and dominant than he did at that moment.

"We're going to have a lot of fun tonight, slave.  But first I'm dying to
try out your mouth.  You gonna be a good suckboy for me, Aaron?"

I enthusiastically replied, "Yes, Master!"

"Good boy.  I have a few rules." Which didn't surprise me, Bryan seemed to
like making rules. "First, you can use your hands on my legs, stomach, and
chest, but when you're giving me a blowjob, your hands better never touch
my dick.  I want to feel your mouth only."

Bryan's shorts were very obviously tenting out now, his dick seeming to get
larger as he explained his rules.  "Second, while servicing me, you will
always be looking up at me unless I tell you otherwise.  I won't always be
looking back down at you, but if I ever do look down and your eyes aren't
there for me to meet, I'm going to be pissed off.  I want to make sure
you're always aware of exactly who you are servicing.  This isn't just any
cock you're sucking, it is MY cock - your Master's cock."

He then took a step closer to me, his package under his shorts just inches
from my face, but I was still obediently looking up at him rather than
looking at his bulge, earning a nod of approval.

"Third, if and when I cum in your mouth, you don't swallow until I tell you
to."

Bryan then pulled the waistband of his shorts down, tucked it under his
balls and flopped his cock onto my face.  To say I was impressed would be
an understatement.  With his balls at my chin, the tip of his cock was well
past my forehead. I'll admit it was a struggle to continue looking up at
Bryan rather than focussing on his dick, which was clearly impressive.
Just the weight of it on my face was quite significant.

I couldn't help noticing that Bryan was almost always smiling, even when he
was dominating me completely and thoroughly.  He clearly enjoyed his
position in life.  He then rubbed his dick on my face...it didnt take too
much movement to cover every inch of my face with his cock.  It was long
enough to go from chin to forehead and pretty thick.

He then stepped back about a foot.  "Since this is your first time serving
me, I'm going to let you spend some time getting to know your new Master's
cock, so go ahead and look at it."

I lowered my gaze from his face to his dick.  While I'm turned on by the
submission, not the body/cock, even I can freely admit that Bryan's dick is
beautiful.  Not monstrously big by any means, but it had to have been
around 9 inches long, circumsized, and very thick.

Bryan was clearly turned on having his new slave so close and admiring his
cock, because it twitched a few times as it filled with even more blood.

"Its good, isn't it?"

"Yes, Master."

"Tell me what you like about it."

I didn't know what to say, but gave it a shot, "Its the cock of my Master.
What's not to like?"

Bryan laughed, "Not a bad answer.  I'm guessing Its bigger than the other
guys you've serviced.  Am I right?"

"Yes, Master."

"Okay, I'll be gentle to start with, but you will learn to deepthroat me,
slave.  You want to make me happy, don't you, Aaron?"  He ran a hand
through my hair and rubbed his dick on my lips when he asked that.

"Yes, Master.  I want to please you so bad."

"Good boy.  You can start by worshipping my balls.  And remember - eyes up
here," he said, pointing to his own face.

I didn't need to be told twice, and leaned forward and began lapping at
Bryan's hefty balls.  I licked all over his scrotum and then sucked his
left nut into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it and sucking gently.
As I did it, Bryan had a look of ecstasy on his face and he moaned softly.

I proceeded to suck on his right ball next, giving it the same treatment
before moving and licking the skin between his sack and his leg.  He really
seemed to enjoy that, as it earned me a hand on the back of my head and a
glance down at me with a "Fuck yeah" from Bryan.

He then grabbed my head with both hands and started moving my mouth all
along his shaft, watching me slobbering on his pole the whole time.  After
a while of licking his shaft he pulled me off his cock and again leaned
over and spit in my mouth.

"Thank you, Master."

Still holding my head firmly in place, he then leaned down even further and
kissed me hard, thrusting his tongue in my mouth.  It was my first time
kissing another man and it couldn't have been more different from kissing a
woman.  There was so much force behind Bryan's kiss, I just melted into it,
and darted my own tongue around his and found myself enjoying the kiss.

As quickly as it started, he pulled away, once again spitting in my mouth,
receiving a "Thank you, Master" which was cut short by his dick being
thrust into my mouth.

"You should feel proud, Aaron.  Usually I'd make you work your ass off for
your first load, but you have me so hot I've decided we'll work on your
technique later.  Right now I'm going to fuck your throat." He then put one
hand on my forehead and the other gripped the base of his cockand started
pushing his fat dick further into my mouth.  "I know this is going to tough
for you, slaveboy, but you need to try to relax your throat and breath
through your nose when you can."

When he hit the back of my throat I reflexively gagged, and he pulled out
just a bit for me to regain my composure.  Once I stopped coughing he was
right back to pushing his dick down my throat.  I kept my eyes focused on
Bryan's which were staring straight down at me and tried to repress my
gagging.

"Good boy.  I know you're going to be a great cocksucker someday."  With
every thrust, Bryan's cock slid deeper down my throat but I continued to
only be able to have his dick in my throat for maybe 10 seconds before I
started coughing and gagging again.  "You're improving already.  Now take a
deep breath, I'm going in all the way this time whether you can handle it
or not."

I took a deep breath through my nose (since the head of his dick never left
my mouth, and it was too fat to breath through my mouth with it in there),
and Bryan immediately thrust is dick all the way down my throat.

The feeling of having his massive dick all the way down my throat is
indescribable.  Part of me was completely terrified.  I couldn't breath and
from my position I couldn't have fought him off if I wanted to.  My throat
started to spasm, but it seemed like there wasn't even room to gag with his
dick so far down my throat.  It was almost like my throat would start to
gag, but even those muscles were submitting to Bryan and they gave up.

Bryan, however, seemed to be loving every spasm my throat was giving his
cock and started growling like an animal from the sensations.  I have no
idea how long he kept his cock all the way down my throat during that first
thrust, but it felt like an eternity and I was sure I was going to pass out
from lack of air when he finally pulled out long enough for me to gasp for
one breath before pushing all the way back in.

He continued this abuse of my throat for several minutes, growling and
moaning more and more as he went.  I was doing my best to take it like a
man, but couldn't help quite a bit of gagging and sputtering as I struggled
to handle his dick.  For a while, his head was tossed back looking up at
the ceiling, but I dutifully kept my gaze upwards.  I have no idea how long
this continued like that, but eventually he looked back down at me.  "Oh
fuck, baby, you're so fucking hot with tears running down your face and
your lips stretched around my cock."  He grunted and fucked my throat with
a few more long strokes before finally starting to shoot his load with his
hands on either side of my head and his eyes locked on mine.

Bryan's first volley of cum shot when he was buried to the hilt in my
throat, but he immediately withdrew until only his head was in my mouth and
he shot quite a few more spurts of jizz.  The head of his dick was so big,
it was hard to keep all the cum in my mouth without swallowing as I'd been
ordered, and a little ran out the corner of my mouth.  I was actually
terrified he was going to be pissed off at me for letting some out of my
mouth.

As Bryan's orgasm subsided, he just stood there looking down at me, with
the head of his cock still in my cum-filled mouth.  I was completely out of
breath, tears were running down my face, my throat felt raw, and I had a
mouth full of his cum and it felt like we were locked in that position for
an eternity - me staring up at my Master and him looking down at his slave.

Eventually, I started darting my tongue around his cockhead which made him
chuckle.  "Already hungry for more, huh cocksucker?"

I couldn't answer with my mouth full of cum and cock, so I just nodded,
earning another laugh.

"You want to swallow your Master's cum, slaveboy?"

I nodded again, lips still wrapped tightly around his now softening
dickhead.

"Open your mouth and show me my cum, boy."

I did as ordered and Bryan again took the opportunity to spit in my open
mouth, mixing his saliva with his load before giving me permission to
swallow. "You can swallow now."

I did and immediately said, "Thank you, Master." earning a pat on the head.

Bryan was still towering over me.  His dick, though soft now, was still
impressive.  He moved his soft dick forward and just said "Open".  I
obediently opened my mouth and he stuffed his semi-soft dick in.  "You took
that throatfucking like a champ, Aaron.  I'm proud of you."

I felt great hearing that praise from Bryan, and smiled as much as I could
with a dick still stuffed in my mouth.  He took off the wifebeater he was
wearing and used it to wipe up the tears on cheeks and the cum that had
dribbled out of my mouth into my beard.  He looked down and noticed, "Damn
boy, that jock is soaked through with pre-cum.  Looks like your slave dick
was enjoying that even when your throat was protesting."  I could only nod,
still holding his soft dick in my mouth.  "Now, after giving you the gift
of a good throatfucking like that, I expect a slave to thank me properly,
so when i take my dick out of your mouth, you're going to bow down to me,
and kiss my feet and tell me how much you appreciated my gift."

With that, he stepped back, his cock popping out of my mouth, and I
immediately lowered myself to his feet, getting on all fours and kissing
his white ankle socks over and over.  Between kisses, I just kept saying
things like, "Thank you, Master", "Your cum was so good", and "I love
servicing your dick, Master."

Bryan let me do that for a while before walking away, leaving me on all
fours, head bowed looking at the floor where he had been standing.

A few minutes later, I heard him walking back towards me. "Back on your
knees, boy."

I got back up and saw him standing there in his basketball shorts, holding
two glasses of wine.

"Now, my plan for the night was originally to order some food, have some
wine, and watch a movie before I enslaved you, but when you walked in the
door I couldn't resist having you right then and there."  Bryan paused,
looking me over again.  "I still plan on using you quite a bit more
tonight, but with that said, I'm actually hungry and I'm going to have to
pick back up with the original plan for a while before getting back to
business.

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Another chapter about my new alpha buddy Bryan.  Hope you liked it.  I
definitely love hearing from you guys (whether its from other guys
exploring their submissive side or alpha males who are enjoying reading
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