Date: Thu, 4 Aug 2005 08:58:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: My trainer, Bobby - Part 5

I got down on the floor, back in position, with Bobby holding my ankles
again.  I was looking into his face as I began counting again.
"Fifty-seven, fifty-eight ..."

As I was counting, he said, "You know you just came without permission and
you hesitated again when I gave you an instruction.  You will be punished
for these misdeeds."  Who said misdeeds anymore, I wondered.  But tried to
concentrate on my sit-ups and no loosing count.  "Oh, and you missed a
couple in your counting, when you started up again.  So that will be added
to your punishment.

My cock was swelling again in my soaked jock and there was that plug in
there as well.  Not a lot of room. But I kept up a standard pace, counting
out each sit-up as I tried to figure out how many I had missed.

I was getting sore and it was getting more difficult, by the time I reached
90, but I made it all the way through to 100.  Then I collapsed back onto
the mat.

He only gave me a minute or so, then he said, "Okay, now off for our run."

He helped me to my feet and I asked, "Can I put this plug away now?"

"Yes, let's stop by the locker room on the way out," he said smiling again.

We went into the locker room and I quickly removed the plug from my jock
and put it into my backpack. All the while I was concerned that someone
would walk by and see what I was doing.  My heart was racing as I worked
quickly to hide it in the bottom of my pack.  I was so paranoid someone
would find out what I had become.

Bobby, meanwhile, had stopped at his locker and removed his shirt.  He
liked to run without on.  I usually did too.  "So take off your shirt and
leave it here," he suggested.

I started to and then realized that the head of my cock was making it's way
up into the waistband.  "Go ahead, take it off.  Just adjust yourself.
Davey, are you always hard?"  He smiled.  I really hated being called
Davey.  It made me sound like a little boy.  I took off my shirt and looked
down.  I could see the tip of my cock at my waistband.  While Bobby
watched, I pulled open the waistband of my shorts and jock and adjusted my
cock so it was pointing more to the side that the top.  I flushed red again
(would I ever stop) realizing that I was doing this in front of another guy
in such a public place.

I was finally ready to go, I had adjusted myself and looked up to Bobby. He
had a pair of scissors in the hand. He stepped over next to me and took
hold of the side of the shorts and starting at the bottom he cut up the
seam until he reached the waistband. "Turn around," he instructed. I just
obeyed and couldn't believe what he was doing; he was cutting up my
clothes. He did the same on the other side. It dawned on my then, that
there was very little covering me.

He put his scissors away and said, "Let's go." He headed out. I followed
behind him, out through the locker room. I was sure that guys were looking
at my strange outfit. Once outside the gym, he started to jog, following
the usual path that we ran on. It went across the quad and then out to the
road that ran through the university. Once we reached the road, he began to
pick up the pace.

As I concentrated on keeping up with him and keeping my breathing, form and
all in line with what he had taught me. He continued a good pace and I
realized after about 15 minutes that my cock had gone down for what seemed
the first time in hours.

He stayed in front of me. I continued to look at his back and watch the
muscles flex as he ran. The sweat began to form on his back, run down and
collect at the waistband of his shorts. I looked at his butt flex as he
ran. Why was I becoming so infatuated with men's bodies?

We ran on and I soon became aware of something else. With everything that
had happened and all the running, I needed to take a dump. And I was not
going to make it back to the gym.

"Bobby," I called out to him.

He kept running and said, "Yes?"

"Bobby, I need to stop for a moment."

He kept running, "Why?"

"I need to tell you something."

Still running, "What?"

"I need to take a dump," I couldn't believe I was having to yell this to
him as he ran, much less having to tell another guy I had to take a dump.

He slowed his pace a bit, but I continued to follow him. I hadn't paid any
attention to where we were; I had just been watching his back. I now looked
around and saw we were in some area I hadn't seen before. We were running
by some park/forest lands. He vered off the path we were on and headed out
into the forest. He slowed a bit more and wound his way through some trees
and plants until he came to a clearing. He stopped then.

 I stopped as well, looking around. There was no restroom here. "So where's
the restroom?"

"There isn't one - you are going to go here." I made to move off then,
finally figuring out what he meant. I couldn't believe how I continued to
be naive about everything. "No, right here in the middle of this
clearing. Use your heel, dig a little hole, do your business, wipe with
some leaves and we can be on our way. By the way, you did good telling me
you had to go."

I blushed again. Having to tell someone else all my personal business. And
now I was going to take a dump out in the open. I kept hoping he would turn
his back, but he didn't. I used my heel and made a hole in the forest
litter of leaves and topsoil. Then I turned my back to him as I began to
lower my shorts and jock.

"No, don't turn around. Take off your jock and shorts, hand them to me and
then you can face me and do your business. Remember you gave up all
privacy. You are so low, you will do anything, anywhere in front of anyone
- remember that."

I flushed again, but for unknown reasons to myself, I pushed down my jock
and shorts and handed them to him. Then I walked back to the spot I had
prepared and squatted over the hole. This was so humiliating. Taking a dump
while someone watched. I decided to do it quick and get it over with. I
looked up once to see Bill with that smile of his on his face watching me.

I forced it all out, stood and walked over and pulled some leaves off a
bush and wiped my ass. I dropped the leaves on my pile, and then kicked
leaves and dirt back over the top. As I walked back over to Bobby to get my
clothes, my cock began to swell again. What was wrong with me?

I reached for my shorts and he said, "Not yet. Follow me." He then turned
and walked through the bushes. I had no choice but to follow. He walked a
bit through the trees and bushes until he came to another clearing. By this
time my cock was getting stiff again. Walking around naked outside - wow -
that was a turn on for me. I knew that about myself at least.

Before coming to college, I would go out into my backyard when no one was
home and drop my pants. I would immediately get hard. At night, I would
sometimes go out along side of the house in the front and stand in the
shadows and pull out my cock. I would always shoot huge loads when I jacked
off like that. But here I was with this guy in broad daylight walking
through a forest naked, except for my shoes.

Now he stopped in the clearing and turned and faced me. "Come here," he
instructed and I walked over to him with my cock pointing the way. He
smiled that little smile of his when he saw my condition. He raised his
right arm and put his hand behind his head. "Put your nose in my pit and
smell it."

I moved closer and my cock jumped as I put my head in his pit and
sniffed. The heady aroma of sweat and musk overpowered me. I closed my eyes
and inhaled more. "Now lick it," he said in the same even tone he always
used with me. I did as he told me and stuck my tongue out and licked
through the tangle of wiry hair to his armpit. I salty acrid taste of his
sweat made me want more. I licked again and again.

He chuckled, "So the low life cocksucker likes liking up a real man's
sweat." I looked at him as I felt the heat rise in my face. He had that
same smile. "Now do the other one." He switched arms behind his head and I
moved over to the other pit and put my face in and licked up his sweat even
as my face pulsed with another rush of heat.

After I licked several times, he pulled back. "Now get down on your knees
and pull down my shorts, leave my jock on." I knelt in front of him,
feeling like I was some sort of servant or slave. I reached up and pulled
the waistband of his shorts down exposing the full basket of his jock. Once
I had them down around his ankles, he stepped out of them.

Then he turned and presented his ass to my face. He bent a bit and spread
his cheeks and said, "Now, lick the sweat up."  In a daze I leaned in and
stuck my tongue out and licked the sweat from his crack, working between
the hairs. I got that acrid taste of his hole that I had gotten from mine,
but I kept on licking. I have no idea why, but I did. I wanted more of
it. It was like it was addicting. I licked up and down his crack even
across his hole.

He chuckled and said, "The cocksucker is so low, he licks sweat out of a
real man's crack." My face flushed again at his words, but I wanted every
last drop and lapped his crack again. He moved away from me then and my
head followed his crack wanting to stay in it. He did his little chuckle
again when he turned and saw that.

He faced me and walked up to me. "Now, pull down my jock." He stood with
the pouch inches from my face. I reached up and grabbed the waistband and
pulled it down, watching again the trail of hair being exposed until he
reached his pubes. It was so thick and wiry. And he smelled of sweat, piss
and musk. It made me light headed. I pulled his jock down to his ankles and
he stepped out of it. He was now as naked as I was, but it didn't seem to
faze him. His cock had swelled some, but wasn't hard yet. I knelt there
looking into his cock. He just stood there.

And then it happened; he started to pee. The stream caught me on the legs
and then he took hold of his cock and directed flow. Across my thighs to my
crotch and throbbing cock, then up my chest, across my face and into my
hair. Then down to my shoulders where it ran down my back. When he finished
pissing, he rubbed his cock on my head, then stood back.

"Now stick your face into my crotch and lick the sweat off. Make sure you
get my balls really good." I next found my face buried in the wiry hair of
his crotch, trying to lick my way through it. My nose was being filled with
these smells that were overpowering me again. I licked away on his crotch
and moved to his golf ball sized nuts.

As I nuzzled them, trying to get all the sweat off of them he said, "Wow,
look at the scum, drenched in piss, sucking the sweat off of my balls." I
closed my eyes in shame and felt the heat on my cheeks, but kept
licking. When I opened my eyes I was face to face with his cock and it had
grown. It was getting thicker and harder. My nose was running along the
length of it smelling it. I couldn't help myself, I left my tongue flash
out and lick along the shaft.

Bobby stepped back from me. I looked up at him. "Who told you, you could
lick my cock?" he said in the same tone he always used. I couldn't tell his
emotion, if he was mad, disgusted or what. "Why did you think you could
lick my cock? Are you gay? Do you like sucking guy's dicks? Do you really
want my cock in your mouth? Look at me! I have told you not to lower you
eyes, when we are talkng about these things."

I raised my head, but felt my blush and knew that tears would begin any
moment. "You..." I couldn't go on.  "What?" he demanded.

"You are always calling me a cocksucker. I have never sucked a cock before
in my life. I had never been this close to a cock until yesterday."

"Are you saying you want to suck my cock?"

My whole body must have turned red as I said, "Yes."

"Well, then ask me. Beg me to let you suck my cock. My cock belongs to me,
not to you, so you have to ask for it. By the way, your cock belongs to me
as well. You can't use it without my permission. In fact, your whole body
belongs to me. So if you want something you ask."

"Bobby, Sir, Please, can I, ah, May I suck your cock." How could I be
uttering those words. This could not be me speaking.

 "You low life scum sucking cocksucker.  Are you asking if you can suck MY
cock?"

 "Yes, sir.  Please may I suck your cock?"  I knew I would be crying soon,
but I couldn't help it.  I needed to do this.  I hated myself for it.  I
despised myself for it, but my cock said I had to do this.  I was feeling
so torn up inside.  My heart was pounding and I could feel it throbbing in
my temples and knew my cock was pulsing to the same beat.  I wanted so bad
to lower my head in shame for the thing I was asking.

 "You want to put your mouth around another guy's dick and suck on it?  Do
you want to drink my cum, too, like you drank your own?"

 He was really pushing me.  I look only look up at him and with tears
rolling down my face say, "Yes, sir."

 "Okay, since you asked and begged me to let you do this, you can really
become a cocksucker then," and he moved back up in front of my face.  I
leaned forward and took the head of his cock into my mouth.  It was so
smooth a velvety, and it seemed to expand in my mouth.  I ran my tongue up
to the slit where the piss comes out and licked there.  His cock stiffened
and became rigid.  I had to reach up and hold his cock, because it wanted
to point up.  It was the second time I had held his rigid cock in my hand.
What had I become.  I loved the heat of it.  I wanted to taste all of it.
I took my lips off of the head and ran my tongue up and down the shaft,
down to the hairs and balls I so recently been licking.

 I did this several times, before returning to the head of his cock.  As I
took the head of his cock in I swirled my tongue around the flange of it.
It was big, filling my mouth.  I started bobbing my head on the head of his
cock. After about a minute or two of that, I felt Bobby take hold of my
head and start pumping my head on his cock.  He started pushing further and
further into my mouth.

 I thought I was going to gag, I tried to push back on his legs, but he
said, "No, you asked for it and now you are going to take it.  Just relax
your throat and breathe through your nose."  He didn't let up, he kept
pushing more and more of his cock into me.  Each time it seemed to go
farther and farther.  This kept up for several minutes until he took hold
of my head and pushed his cock all the way in.  My nose was in his pubic
hair and his balls were against my chin.

 I panicked and thought I was going to pass out.  The feeling of
helplessness as my mouth and throat was filled with his cock.  They were
stretched to their limits.  I started pushing back again on his legs.  He
chuckled and said, "Hold on you are not going anywhere.  Get used to it.
You asked for it."  He held my head there for another couple of seconds
making his cock pulse in my throat.

 Then he released my head and pumped my head a couple more times.  My hands
had gone to my own cock, which was leaking and wanting attention.  "NO!
You are not to pleasure yourself.  You didn't ask permission and you are
taking care of me now.  You begged to suck my cock.  Now lay down on your
back."

 I removed my hands and moved around to lie on my back. He moved around and
put his feet above my head.  Then he spread his arms over my chest.  He
told me to open up.  I opened my mouth and then realized what he was doing.
He was fucking my mouth.  I was just lying there being used by him as he
pumped himself in and out of my mouth, like he was fucking a chick or
something.

This was really humiliating.  I wasn't good enough to suck his cock; he
would just fuck my mouth!  Tears rolled down my face as he pumped himself
in and out of my mouth.  He used long slow deep strokes and pushed his dick
all the way down my throat and then back up.  He was pumping his ass up and
down, fucking my face.  He kept this up for several minutes and all you
could hear was the slurping of my mouth around his cock.  Then his pace
began to speed up.  He started really thrusting into my mouth.  Each time
he was all the way in, his nuts covered my nose.

Then after a while I noticed that his nut sack was tightening up and his
pace was increasing again.  He began to groan and talk through gritted
teeth, "Yeah, take that cocksucker.  Take my cock you scum.  You faggot.
Are you ready for my cum?"

There was no way I could respond, but his whole body tensed as he pumped in
and out of my mouth.  Then I felt his cock swell and felt the hot liquid in
my throat.  Then he pulled back and cum flooded my mouth.  He was grunting
as he pumped his load into my mouth.  I struggled to swallow it all and I
know some leaked out of my mouth.  He kept his cock in my mouth, thrust a
little in an out, until there was no more.  "Lick it up scum sucker.  Clean
up all my juice."

I lapped around his cock and sucked the piss slit clean.  I was also trying
to wipe up the cum that had escaped my mouth, using my tongue.  He finally
pulled out of me and knelt back on his knees.  He watched as I used my hand
to wipe up the cum that had run down from my mouth.  He watched as I then
lick that hand clean.

"What a low scumbag.  Not only does he eat his own cum, but the cum out of
another guy's cock."  He looked down my body, "And his cock is dripping
away.  He really got off on this shit."  He stood up then and looked at me
lying there.  "I wish I had my camera for that.  We are going to have to do
that again and get it on film.  Right out here in the park.  This
shit-hole, stripped himself naked and then begged me to let him suck my
cock and drink my cum.  Man, I have got to get that on film."  He was
wiping the sweat off of his forehead as he spoke.

I moved around and got on my knees.  "Bobby."

"Yes?"

I know I blushed again as I asked, "Can I jack off now?"

"Stand up, asshole."  And I stood up.

He moved over in front of me.  "Put your arms behind your back."  I did as
I was told.  "You want to jack off now?"

"Yes, please, sir."

He used his right hand and batted my cock down hard.  It snapped back up
and flapped against my chest. "This little thing?  You want to beat it
off?" he said and batted my cock down again.

It hurt!  "Ahhg.  Yes.  Sir."

He hit my cock again and again, each time a little harder.  I was grimacing
with each blow.  "This little thing?"  He kept it up, hitting first one way
and then the other.  One time he slapped it down so hard, it hit my balls
and that mad me see stars.  All the time my cock was dripping.

He took hold of my cock and said, "Let's see how far down we can bend this.
Don't move or bend over while I do this."  He pulled my rigid cock way down
nearly parallel with my legs.  I inhaled a breathe through my teeth, Damn
that hurt!

"Oh, fuck!  Please don't!"  I said, wanting to reach around and cup my sore
cock and nuts.

"Why should I stop?  You have lots of punishments coming.  You have been
adding them up all day."  He slapped my cock again, making it pop back up
against my stomach.  "Don't you like this?"  He did it again.  "Your cock
seems to think so?  Doesn't it?"

"No!"

"What?" and he slapped it again.

"NO!  Please no!  Please stop! Please:"

"Why?" he hit again.

"Fuck, it hurts!"  My face was wet with tears now.

"So," Whack!  "What does that," Whack! "matter," Whack! "to me?" Whack

He stopped for a moment.  "You belong to me, right?"

"Yes," I sobbed glad for the respite.

"And your cock belongs to be, right?"

"Yes,"

"And your whole body belongs to me, right?  Your mind, your heart, your
cock, your balls, your ass, your face, your mouth, everything you have
belongs to me, right?"

"Yes," I sobbed again.

"Everything you are, have and do, belongs to me, right?"

"Yes,"

"So what does it matter if I slap your cock around?" Whack!

"Uhgggg!"

"Or if I want to smack your balls?"  Smack!

"Ahhhgggg!"  I thought I was going to throw up, that made the pit of my
stomach roil.

"Do you deserve to be punished?"

"Yes," and I nodded my head.

"Why?"

"Because I have been bad."  Snot was running down my face from my nose now.

"Because you are bad and a low life scum pig?"

"Yessssss!"  I was really broken.

"What will you do if I stop hitting your cock and balls?"

"Anything.  Anything you ask.  Just please stop!" I was pleading now.

"Anything?  No matter what I ask?"

"Yes"

"No matter when I ask it?"

"Yes," I said and my whole body sagged.  I felt beaten down.

"Okay, then I'll stop."

He amazed me then.  He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me and
squeezed and then patted me on the back.  "It's going to be alright.  This
was a hard place to get through, but I think you will be better for it."
He patted me again, and raised my arms and squeezed him tightly, sobbing
into his shoulder.

"You have surrendered yourself to me completely.  I have a feeling this
will happen a couple more times, so remember I advised you it would
happen."  He continued to hold me as I tried to gather myself, but I kept
sobbing, my whole body shuddering.

"You did good.  You came to the point where you asked to suck my cock.  You
broke through something then.  There will be other breakthroughs.  You
can't imagine them, but there will be.  And some may come quickly and
others may take some work.  And I will be there to get you through them.
You have turned yourself over to me.  You are mine and I will take care of
you."  He patted me again.  I was beginning to get under control again.
"After all, what master doesn't take good care of their dog?"  He said as
he stepped back and rubbed my head and chuckled.

He moved around and picked up his jock and slid it on and then his shorts.
I looked around for my stuff and he said, "No, not yet."

I realized then that my cock had gone down a bit while I had been crying.
But things came rushing at me all at once.  I was in the middle of a public
place, in broad daylight, naked, sucked a guy off and been fucked in the
mouth by him and here I was still naked and he had his clothes back on.
Fuck!  What was I doing?  I began to panic again.  What if someone came by,
what if someone had seen me, oh fuck!  What was I doing, telling this guy
that I belonged to him?  Was I fucking out of my mind?  Fuck it, my life
was over.  I would never be able to show my face in public again!

How low had I sunk?  Shitting in front of someone, being stripped, being
pissed on, sucking cock, being abused, what more could happen to be me?

I looked up realizing the Bobby had been watching me.  I looked at myself,
and I was hard again.  I had dirt/mud that had been made from his piss and
the ground I had lain on.  I was a mess.

"Follow me.  And you will always include 'Sir' when you are talking with
me.  You will always follow me.  You are not my equal.  You are beneath me.
So you will walk behind me."

Red spread across me, as his words sank in and I followed him naked through
the trees.