Date: Thu, 12 Mar 2015 19:13:39 -0400
From: dave stout <dodge1191@hotmail.com>
Subject: Becoming his Suck Boy

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Peter smirked as he said, "I think you're very interested Bobby, hell
you've been watching my cocksucker for a very long time considering that
you're not interested. I know you're not gay but maybe you'd like to just
experience what a cock tastes like; it'll be a little like trying sushi or
licking a cunt for the first time, just a taste. By the way have you
fantasized about licking the hot cum from a fresh-fucked cunt? You don't
have to answer that, just think about it."

For whatever reason I had to admit that he was right; I wanted a little
taste. Chris moved over still holding out Peter's prick for my "taste". I
knelt between his legs and wrapped my hand around his Cock and tentatively
stuck my tongue out giving his manhood a broad licking stroke just before I
took that large mushroom head of cock into my mouth.

Now on with the story.

Becoming his Suck boy

I was lucky enough to get a job installing Computer networks and generally
troubleshooting all things technology right out of school. It was great; I
was a free agent on commission and had considerable free time while doing a
job that I was actually interested in; it was all good.

I was sent out to an upscale suburb to install a new wireless modem, a very
simple thing that was quick and profitable. The house set back from the
street and was surrounded by a substantial wrought iron fence; it was well
landscaped and quite posh. I got out and went up to the little
gatehouse. There was an alpha-numeric keypad for entering a password and a
call button that I pushed. The answering voice first asked if I was in
Master Peter's service and when I said no he tersely asked the usual
questions about my appointment. I was soon heading up the drive to the big
house.

I was met at the door by a 30 year old guy clad only in very tight gym
shorts who said, "Master Peter is at the pool, follow me." The house was
impressive but the pool area was simply luxurious. Half of the pool space
was covered by an overhanging roof; it was all tiled and filled with mostly
glove-soft leather furniture. In the shaded area the man I assumed was the
owner sat on a huge red leather chair. I noted that he was about 45 years
old and in pretty good shape, well maybe just a small bit pudgy. He had a
white bathrobe on and was talking on the phone. My escort motioned me to a
chair opposite the man I assumed was "Master Peter". I pondered why he was
referred to as "Master" as he continued his phone conversation without as
much as an acknowledgment of my presence right in front of him. I thought
to myself, "what a rude bastard this guy is" as I waited.

He finally hung the phone up but then picked up a paper and started making
notes on it. I'm usually not bashful but his actions were so off the norm
that I just sat silently and waited. After a few minutes he looked up at me
and asked who I was and what did I want.

"My name's Bob and you called me in to install a new wireless setup" I
explained. It was an uncomfortable few minutes before he answered, "I'm
Peter and the servant who is presently servicing me is called Chris who is
getting us some refreshments right now."

I couldn't help wondering about the presently servicing me statement but
hell, it wasn't often that I went out on a job and was provided with
refreshments. My escort, Chris arrived with a tray full of sodas and
snacks. After we had our drinks I was again surprised that Chris just stood
a few feet away with his hands behind his back and his head bowed.

Peter and I made the usual small talk about the weather and such as we
sipped our drinks. All of a sudden he opened his robe and snapped his
fingers as he pointed to the floor in front of him. He was naked under the
robe and had a very thick, long cock that wasn't quite hard yet.

Chris bent over, slipped out of his shorts and fell to his knees in front
of Peter leaning in to lick his balls. It would be a gross understatement
to say that I was surprised; it was one of those moments when you just
can't believe that what you just saw was really what was happening. Like in
a dream I heard Peter talking again, "you don't mind do you, I like to have
a cocksucker pleasuring my cock while I talk, it's very relaxing."

Chris was still just licking Peter's balls using his tongue to lift them as
he ran it around the big ballsack. I was shocked but strangely also
attracted; I couldn't stop staring, it was so very outrageous that I was
entranced as Peter spoke.

"Chris isn't my best faggot but he tries very hard on his monthly visiting
day. Like most of my suck boys he knows that he can only come back if he
pleases me. At first he was like all the others, shy and very nervous. It's
quite tiresome really but I know that their cocksucking skills can only be
honed after you break through the shell of shyness that we all have but
cocksuckers must conquer to reach their real destiny, what they were born
to be. Look at Chrissy here; he no longer worries about who sees him with
my cock in his mouth, he now seeks out the humiliation that's a major part
of being a good cocksucker. Isn't that right Chrissy?"

Chris had a bit of trouble but was able to choke out a yes Sir even with a
mouth full of Peter's cock. The whole scene was troubling; it was very
obvious that Chris was servicing Peter of his own free will, there was no
cohesion here. I relaxed a little watching Peter get sucked off; as I
sipped my wine he took Chris by the ears and told him to take a deep
breath. He then pulled Chris forward plunging his cock into his throat; of
course Chris gagged as his throat was plugged but Peter held his head down
by his ears. Finally he let his sputtering, gasping cocksucker up. I was
strangely touched as Peter reached down and Tilted Chris's head up saying,
"there, there, Chris, good boy, it's not so easy for every boy to do; keep
at it."

As Chris caught his breath Peter said, "It takes quite a bit of dedication
before a boy can take a whopper cock like mine right down to the
balls. Chrissy here has visited me for training three times but still
hasn't mastered it.  It's interesting though that he keeps coming back for
another try. I've got a little stable of cocksuckers who make appointments
to visit and get a little training as they service me. Oh hell, where are
my manners, would you like to have Chrissy suck your cock, of course you
would. Chrissy, get over to our guest and suck him off."

Before I could refuse Chris was on his knees fishing my cock out. I didn't
think fast enough to object and actually had to admit that his mouth felt
wonderful on my prick. This wasn't just a quick blow job; Chris was licking
and sucking my cock like he was worshipping a deity.

Peter was talking to me now, "it feels good doesn't it Bob, there's nothing
that's more relaxing than having a suck-boy mouthing your cock is there?
Did you notice how eager he is, you can't get a female slut to worship your
prick like that, they always give you the impression that they are doing
you a favor while a guy sucking you off only wants to please you. I think
that's enough of a sample for now Chrissy, get us some more wine now."

I thought to myself, what the hell, I didn't get to cum and what was this
"sample" crap. The wine was good though and I was getting a little buzz as
Chris again began mouthing Peter's cock. I must have been staring again as
I heard Peter laugh as he said, "it's very hard not to watch when there's a
cocksucker performing; you don't have to sneak peeks, I know you're
interested, it's a very natural thing."

I didn't know how natural it was but he was right, I was interested in
watching Chris suck him off. In the back of my mind I had some doubt about
the natural part as I watched Peter's boy service him. The wine was getting
to me now and when Peter suggested that I could get a better view if I got
on the floor it actually sounded like a good idea. Peter had this nice,
deep assertive voice and he spoke it was so soft that you had to listen
very carefully.

"You should get onto the floor Bob; you'll have a much better view
there. Don't worry there's no one here but the three of us so don't be
embarrassed by your curiosity. Lots of guys are curious about cocksucking
and nothing beats a close up view" he said.

On the floor I had a good view of Chris's lips going up and down on that
big cock; I liked watching and that embarrassed and yet excited me. You
know the thoughts that go through your head when you're falling asleep,
well mine involved sex with a guy! While I always been heterosexual, I have
for years wondered what it would be like to give another man a blow job.
Even though I never acted on this curiosity it has resulted in an ongoing
fantasy about what this experience would be like.

It seemed that Peter's cocksucker was giving me a little show now; he was
now taking Peter's cock deep in his throat, he then gagged and pulled up
until just the cockhead was in his mouth for his nursing, puckering lips.

Peter had a very thick cock of about seven inches and I had a great view. I
wondered what it would feel like to have this shaft in my mouth but I was
really curious about how Chris continually forced himself to choke and gag
on this cock; it must have been very uncomfortable but he kept trying to
swallow it all; he was really into it. I was listening to Peter talk in his
quiet, forceful tone; it was hypnotic.

"It's quite a show isn't it Bob; Chris is now a very eager suck-boy but he
wasn't always this eager. You know that tendencies towards submission can
be enhanced but not really taught. A suck-boy usually creates a kinda
bubble around his natural need to provide service to the cocky, alphas he
meets. He fights hard to keep his needs secret lest he be called a faggot
or cocksucker. He needs to be mastered and shown that the clearest path to
his own happiness and fulfillment is just to let himself go and kneel in
submission to his betters." He paused as if to let it all sink in before
proceeding.

"You know that throughout history there were always boys and men born to
service the alpha-males of their time. These very personal servants went by
many names, man-servant, favorite-boy, suck-boy, faggot or cocksucker. In
antiquity they were often accepted as what they were, accomplished mouth
cunts that allowed the aristocracy to enjoy the pleasures that only a male
suck-boy can deliver. In any event true submissives must somehow be led
past the humiliation of sucking another man's cock. They have to let
themselves go to finally be fulfilled as they admit to themselves that they
were created simply to suck cum out of better men's cocks and all they need
now is an alpha-male teacher."

Peter's voice was memorizing and between the very erotic suck show so close
to me and his quietly forceful tone I couldn't help but consider just what
my secret thoughts really meant.

"Chrissy here somehow found out about my "visiting cocksucker" program and
I slowly led him into acknowledgment of who he really is. He was very
reluctant at first but once his lips closed around my cockhead as he looked
up at me with dewy eyes; he was hooked. Like all of my boys the only two of
us in a very private setting helped as did my training aides. I usually
only have one cocksucker in my house at a time; it's so much more intimate
that way. Of course when I entertain I'll schedule a faggot boy for each of
my guests. It's the hospitable thing to do after all. I think you're a
little bit curious Bobby; Chrissy, let him have just a little taste."

He called me Bobby, where did that come from? Chris is holding out that
big, thick cock for me; it's glistening with saliva, what the hell should I
do? I sputtered out that I wasn't gay and just wasn't interested."

Peter smirked as he said, "I think you're very interested Bobby, hell
you've been watching my cocksucker for a very long time considering that
you're not interested. I know you're not gay but maybe you'd like to just
experience what a cock tastes like; it'll be a little like trying sushi or
licking a cunt for the first time, just a taste. By the way have you
fantasized about licking the hot cum from a fresh-fucked cunt? You don't
have to answer that, just think about it."

For whatever reason I had to admit that he was right; I wanted a little
taste. Chris moved over still holding out Peter's prick for my "taste". I
knelt between his legs and wrapped my hand around his Cock and tentatively
stuck my tongue out giving his manhood a broad licking stroke just before I
took that large mushroom head of cock into my mouth.

In the background I heard Peter take a breath. That deep intake of air gave
me either some renewed confidence or just a good feeling of accomplishment;
I opened my mouth just wide enough to take in the head and tried to suck on
it as you would a piece of candy but found it was too large to pull that
off. I moved my tongue around in a frantic motion. This was the first time
that I had tasted a cock in my mouth and I found it rubbery soft, quite
unlike anything else I had encountered. I had always thought it was
demeaning but now as I knelt before him and had a small taste I found that
I craved it. The only issue was that I didn't quite know what to do. The
feeling of his thick meat on my tongue made me hungry in a way I had never
felt before. I licked and nibbled to my heart's content wanting to take
more of it but thought it'd be impossible.

I could tell that Peter reveled in the feeling of my mouth. As I think
about it; he had to love how innocently I worshiped my first cock, as if it
were my favorite activity. I felt Peter tilting my head as he said, "that's
a good boy Bobby; you're a good boy for your Master."

Master, what the hell was that about I thought as I ran my tongue around
his cockhead.

"You suck cock like a little school girl Bobby; in fact your blow job bores
me. You don't have to feel bad about it though; I'll train you how to
correctly service your Master's cock. It's time for Chrissy to leave, he's
got a long drive to his home. Let's see him to the door."

Chris was dressed and as we got to the front door he slumped to his knees
in front of Peter, fished his cock out of the bathrobe folds and licked and
kissed the head before he got up and left. "Isn't that a nice way to show
his Master respect, Peter asked?" I had to acknowledge that it was and I
nodded yes.

Peter closed his robe and we went into the kitchen for a snack. He had that
friendly, casual manner that can't be faked and it put me at ease, almost
forgetting what I had done just a short hour ago. As we talked I thought
"what a nice guy."

It was a bit of a mood breaker when we were discussing a local crime
incidence, almost in mid-sentence he just said, "strip off all your clothes
Bob." It was done without a preamble but phrased strongly as more of an
order than a suggestion. I was taken back and perhaps just confused but in
the end I just meekly complied until I got too my jockey shorts. "Why did
you stop Bobby, I told you to strip, do it now faggot."

I can't really remember the why of it but in the end I did as he had
ordered and soon was standing naked in front of the couch. Peter said,
"there Bobby, isn't that more comfortable for you; aren't you happier
admitting to yourself that being naked in front of a man excites you, think
about it? You can sit down and relax a while as you finish your drink."

I had to admit that Peter was right, being naked seemed right. I don't know
exactly when I had noticed that I was a bit different from the other
guys. To be sure I liked sports and beer but I wasn't quite as excited by
the ladies. Well here I am in my twenties naked in front of a dominant
older man.  Peter was friendly and not at all the stern guy you think of as
a Master. I couldn't help noticing a large colorful painting on the
wall. It showed an ancient slave market scene with a bare breasted girl
being examined by a potential buyer. It was hung very prominently on the
wall. He caught my gaze and said, "those must have been the days, when you
could saunter down to a market and purchase the slave of your choice. Once
the deal was done the slave was owned just like a pony or dog. I think you
like that thought and that painting." I must have nodded approval which
triggered a little chuckle.

As we both sipped our drinks we continued chatting about last nights
baseball and the weather; all so very innocuous. I can say that its quite
erotic to be making small talk while naked and anticipating servicing a
man. "Tell me Bobby, when did you realize that you wanted to serve a guy?"
I kind of stammered out a reply as the question confused me; I wasn't at
all certain that that's what I wanted.

"Don't worry it's all right, some guys are meant to be dominant and others
are happiest being submissive. Nothing to be ashamed of, I'll try to lead
you into a life that will make you very happy but you'll have to let
yourself go. You'll have to listen and obey me without question. Are you
willing to try Bob?"

It didn't make sense but the combination of the booze, soft strong voice
and erotic setting confused me, I stammered out an immediate "Yes, yes I
am."

"I've really never had a novice as inexperienced as you are, usually my
boys are a little experienced, no matter, it'll all work out, trust
me. Let's see what I've bought, stand up now boy."

What the hell, "what he had bought", what was I getting into I thought as I
stood up for him?

I stood there naked with him walking around me and shivered yet the room
wasn't cold.

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"Open your mouth wide, that's it now stick out your tongue." He had his
hand in my mouth, his fingers stroked across my tongue. "I want you to suck
on my finger now. If you are to ever be my good boy I have to see your
dedication."

I was more humiliated than I had ever been in my life but started to suck
on his finger. I looked up and could see a wide grin on Peter's face as he
continued to move his finger in and out of my mouth like he was fucking a
cunt. After a few minutes he added a second finger. I had never experienced
anything like this but was now learning what it was to be a true
submissive; it was really hot.

"Bend over now Bobby, that's right, spread your legs. Now reach around and
pull your ass cheeks apart so I can see your asshole."

What a colossal humiliation; it washed over me like a wave as I reached
back and spread my cheeks.

He said, "not bad Bobby, you've got a nice, smooth, girly ass. Ok
straighten up now. How did you feel when I was looking at your asshole?"

"I don't know exactly, it was so humiliating yet it made me tingle a
little" I honestly replied.

"That's a good sign boy; from now on begin calling me Sir and thinking of
me as just someone you want to serve. Got it boy"

"Yes Sir" I said a little too quickly.

"I can see that your little cock is hard so I guess you do like this kind
of treatment, good. Get on your knees now Bobby, see how that feels to you;
I've found that boys like Chris are happiest there and I think you will be
also."

As I fell to my knees he told me to just imagine what I would be doing in
the future in this position. "Now put you head on the rug and stick your
ass up, that's right, stick it out. I've always believed that this position
most emphasizes just what your status as my suck-boy really is. To start
your service training it's best that your movements be constrained and now
it's time to cuff you so you'll know just who you are owned by. Ok boy it's
time, put your hands behind you."

It was strange, I was kind of in a trance as I meekly obeyed.

Peter proceeded to lock on leather cuffs and a collar. Each of the cuffs
had a large steel ring as part of it. When he clamped my wrists behind my
back I truly felt like a slave, this is what it must have been like in
ancient times when people were bought and sold like cattle I thought.

"I like my boys to be restrained most of the time their in training,
remember that throughout history being a slave means having no choice
except to serve and obey. Most boys like you get to enjoy not having to
make any decisions. Let me put this collar on you now. It's a fact that
cocksuckers like you serve best when they are restrained. Of course your
hands will be free to serve me when that's required". As he rattled the
chain holding the cuffs together behind my back and locked my collar on I
felt for all the world a slave. I was embarrassed but yet I knew that this
was where I belonged.

I had never realized how helpless you are when your hands are locked behind
you. When he put a short chain between my ankle cuffs and I was hobbled I
really knew what the word restraint meant. "Go ahead walk a little for me
boy. From now on you are going to be kept in chains unless I want you to
use your hands. It's part of your training."

I knew that I must have looked foolish as I did the little mincing walk
that my hobbled ankles made me do.

"There are of course a few rules to start you off on; I want you to
maintain eye contact whenever you are being handled or servicing me. If you
are in a room and I enter then you're to fall and prostrate yourself at my
feet. When you're told to get into position for an examination then you're
to stand with your legs wide spread and if your hands are free put them
behind your head. In all of these cases you're to lower your eyes unless we
instruct you differently. You're to be my body slave serving me for sex
whenever and in whatever way I want. Your body will be trained in all the
ways that I like sex, oh yes there will be training."

Now it seemed that it was time. Peter was satisfied with me and ready to go
ahead with my training.

"You must realize that as a personal slave sucking your Owner's cock is an
absolute must. After all having a skilled cocksucker is very pleasurable
for your Master and pleasing him has to be your only goal. Eventually your
mouth will salivate when you see a man's cock; your mouth will feel empty
without a cock in it.

I want you to suck me off now so I can evaluate your skill, I'd like to get
the top cream off anyway."

I did my very best but Peter had to jerk off his cum into my mouth, my
first taste of a man's salty, creamy ball juice. I wasn't able to make him
cum with just my mouth. I could tell he was disappointed with me and I
strangely felt bad about it.

"That wasn't bad for your debut cocksucking debut Bobby, now you understand
where you fit in the grand scheme of things. It becomes a lot easier once
you've sucked the man who owns you off. The drama's completely gone; you
now understand that it's natural for boys like you to submit to a
man. Hell, in every relationship there's a subordinate, a submissive. You
can let yourself go now. Why don't you scrunch down on the floor, no get
over between my legs? Lick my balls while I try to explain where were
going. Any cocksucker of mine must be docile and absolutely willing to
submit completely to his Master."

Without my hands I used my tongue to lift and lick his big balls. "Ahhh,
that feels nice son. Well now we know that you're a cocksucker, in fact
you're now my cocksucker. You've had your first taste of my cum, now it's
time to train you. It always feels so good to have a boy washing my balls
with his tongue."

He lifted my head and smirked down at me saying, "Ahhh, your tongue feels
so very nice. What I'm after now is frankly a body slave like those old
Roman dudes used to use. They would take a young slave boy and train him to
service them in every way. If they needed to piss their boy just opened his
mouth, if they wanted their asshole licked the boy stuck his tongue out. I
kind of talked you into sucking me off at first but I did notice that you
got a nice hardon and in fact you're hard now from just licking my balls
for me; you're a faggot now boy. Yeah that's it; show me how much you enjoy
it cocksucker,lap my balls".

I was licking him eagerly by then as he said. "Get down under my balls
now", and it was then I found the spot right where his ass crack begins and
began to mouth and tongue him there. Gosh I have to admit that the musky
male taste and smell of him down there was wonderful, it was so erotic to
lick a man between his ballsack and his ass.

"You know fag boy this is great, I often have to cum a few times a day and
you're going to enjoy taking it each time. Cunt is nice but so high
maintenance. You have to romance them, talk nice and listen to their girly
chatter. With a suck boy all I have to do is teach him what I like. Fucking
a cunt is great and I'll still do it but any nice, warm mouth has a tongue
in it to caress and worship my cock. Faggots like you are only interested
in whatever cock is at their lips so the service is so much more
dedicated. I'm kind of interested in what you think about all this; I need
to know what's in your head so I can train you properly. Were you excited
when my cock went into your mouth, what were you thinking?

I stammered and muttered that it was Ok. Peter rewarded my reticence with a
very hard slap across my cheek. "Do what I ask, think about it and be
honest."

Through a quiet sob I responded. "At first I resented your even thinking of
me as that kind of guy."

"What kind of guy, be explicit or you'll be punished and from now on call
me Sir."

"Thinking of me as a cocksucker Sir, I was mad at myself for calling you
Sir yet I felt this odd little tingling that didn't go away. I was confused
because I didn't fight, didn't really want to fight it. Once it was in my
mouth I just did what comes naturally."

"Of course you did. Your mouth is like a cunt, a cunt with a tongue. You
know the only reason cocksuckers like you have tongues are to lick a man's
ass and balls. Tell me how did you like your first taste of cum?"

He called me a cunt mouth! I was insulted and yet excited by this talk. "It
was Ok, at first I was scared but it just shot into my mouth and I
swallowed."

"No, what did it taste like to you, answer me?"

"It was creamy and thick, kind of salty, I think I liked it Sir."

Again with that trademark sly smile of his he said, "That's good because
you'll be getting lots of it from now on, I like to get sucked off 3 or 4
times a day and I take a medicine developed by my club to increase my cum
production; you'll be my cum dump. What I'm looking for is a body servant
like the old Romans had. In their day they trained a slave to serve in any
way they needed. Is that for you Bobby, do you want to be my cocksucker?
Tell me what you're thinking son."

"Oh yes, I want to be your cocksucker Sir" I eagerly replied.

"You've exceeded my initial expectations. You now have an inclination of
what it's like to serve a man. It's now time for you to fully service
me. Open up your mouth Bobby."

I was too much into this new experience to stop now but what more could
there be to "fully service" him. Sir put his hands on the back of my head
and guided it to his erect cock. "Don't put it in your mouth, lick it, just
get used to it this time."

My mouth opened and I again felt the pulsing, warm, live prick of another
man, my owner, on my lips. I started to lick, tentatively at first, then
with more passion. I began to move up and down on his huge meat using my
lips and tongue.

"Ahh. that's not bad boy," he exclaimed. "Now I'm half hard I want you to
get used to it so take a good look at my cock, a real close look. Take your
time get familiar from really close up. Get your face up here really close
to my balls."

I did exactly as he said but he still said, "No, get closer, closer."

My nose was within an inch of his cock and balls when he once again grabbed
the back of my head and forced it in even closer, my mouth and nose
touching his balls and gooey dick.

"Now, take a deep breath and hold it in."

I did the best I could with my face crammed into his crotch. The sweaty,
musky smell of man-crotch hit my brain like a drug. My own dick suddenly
became painfully hard.  My knees were hurting from the floor but I didn't
care.  I took one deep breath after another before I actually started to
move my face around in his crotch, sniffing him good, moving over every
inch as if I was trying to capture all of his smells without letting any
escape. Peter took one of his hands off the back of my head and positioned
his cock so that it was lying across my face as I continued to root around
in his crotch.  I felt the sticky precum start to ooze out over my forehead
as I used my nose to lift up his balls and sniff under one and then the
other. Something clicked in the back of my mind and I suddenly knew that I
was in trouble, that I was hooked like a big lake trout on the bait.

"How do you like that boy, be honest with yourself."

"It was awesome sir, the smell was incredible. I never thought something
like that could get me so turned on." I was mortified to be saying those
words, but even more embarrassed that they were the truth. Master just
glared at me for a few seconds before standing up and moving towards the
sliding glass door. "I'm going to get something in my bag. You stay right
where you Are, don't move a muscle. Do you understand?"

"I understand Sir, I won't move."  His control over me was growing.  He was
only gone for a few seconds before coming back out again with a small,
black bag.  He rummaged around in one of the side pockets then opened his
hand to me showing me a tiny red capsule and a glass of water, "take this."

"I'll tell you what it is after you take it."  I reached up, took the
tablet down with a single swallow. "That was a popper pill. It will put you
in a really mellow mood. You'll feel all the usual sensations but won't be
over thinking each and every one.  It'll free you of inhibitions and help
you to become the cocksucker you were born to be.

"Now it's time to learn how to fully service a cock. Up to now you've only
played around sucking like a teenage girl. Most superior men want to fully
enjoy their cocksucker, make his mouth merely an extension of their
cock. When you're fully trained you'll be able to take a horse cock down
your gullet without gagging. Don't worry everyone has to start someplace."

Peter continued, "This is a training bench. Notice the mechanism that
raises it to the height of a man's crotch, look at how narrow it is. Once
the cocksucker trainee is strapped in and it's raised and tipped to a
comfortable angle your owner can straddle it and fuck your throat as deep
as he wants. It'll require your full attention but I'll bet you won't nod
off." He said with a smile.

Peter was very solicitous about my comfort as I scurried onto the bench. He
had me hang my head over the edge then raised it to put a thin pillow under
it. "You'll be training for a while so you might as well be comfy."  I
thought to myself, wow, this is so nice of him to try to make me
comfortable.

I was apprehensive as he fastened the leather straps around me but soon I
was securely held in place. There was a little whirling noise and I was
moved up and into his crotch height with my head tilted down just a bit. I
looked up and saw his big cock swinging from his open robe as he readied me
for my throat fuck.

"Ah that's nice boy, you look good nicely trussed up for me. Open your
mouth for me; show me the mouth you want me to fuck." I opened wide and
Peter ran his fingers into my mouth again, letting me suck them
gently. "It's very interesting son, you're a natural at this, your little
cock is hard as a rock. You like this scene."

Peter took his robe off and I could see his crotch from my upside down
perch. From this close and very vulnerable angle his prick head looked like
a club head. I was very nervous, very excited.

"Open your mouth as wide as you can now boy, that's right. I'm fitting a
mouth guard behind your teeth. It'll keep your mouth open wide and prevent
you from biting down as I open up your gullet. You'll notice that you'll be
dripping copious amounts of saliva, that's normal, get used to it.

"Suck on it a little now. I want you to just lick it for a while at
first. You'll need instructions if you are going to make it as my suck
boy." I stuck out my tongue and made contact with the smooth, reddish skin
that covered his cockhead.  I immediately tasted the salty funk of his
precum as I used my tongue to probe deeper and deeper into his piss slit.
I could sense that his cock was once again on the rise and heard him let
out a soft moan. I immediately tried to take the entire head of his cock
into my mouth but was quickly pulled off again.  "Are you deaf, boy?  Look,
I know you want this cock bad, but you WILL follow my instructions.  I only
told you to lick it. After what seemed a lifetime he pushed my face away.

"Open up now boy, you been needing this for your entire life haven't you;
it's what you were made for?"

I opened my mouth and felt about three inches of his steely hard cock slip
into my mouth and over my tongue. He moaned and just held it there for a
few seconds, telling me how hot my mouth felt around his cock. Holding my
head firmly, he began to pump his drippy man-meat in and out of my mouth,
farther and farther down his cockshaft until the thick head began to hit
the back of my throat. I felt the urge to gag each time it touched the back
of my mouth but it was obvious that he really didn't care anymore. Tears
began to well up in my eyes; I guessed that it's an automatic reflex when a
person feels they are choking. Through those tears, it was easy to see that
at least half of his cock was still outside my mouth. How far did he intend
to go, I wondered / worried?

The answer came moments later when he pulled my face clear of his cock and
held it firmly less than an inch away from the angry, flared head. At this
range the piss slit looked like the mouth of a canon. In my haze I heard
him say, "Take a long, really deep breath through your mouth" As soon as he
saw me begin to take the breath, he slammed his cockhead viciously into my
mouth, his sticky cock only pausing slightly as it bumped the back of my
throat before sliding down the relaxed opening.  Of course, as soon as I
realized what had happened my throat was no longer relaxed. I was gagging
constantly as he held my head down in his pubes, my throat convulsing over
and over around the thick invader.

"That's it boy, that's it; do you feel it son, it's like your throat is
trying to get my cock off all by itself. I'm proud of you boy, your throat
was made for a man's cock, made to let a man fuck it like a cunt before
slinging his slimy cum down it."

Just as I felt that I was going to pass out he raised my head up long
enough for me to gasp for air.  I could see thick, nasty strands of my
saliva mixed with his precum gushing out of my mouth and down his thick
shaft. It was a light consistency, almost like milky-cum as it slipped
nastily over his balls and ran down his crotch. He then proceeded to thrust
my head back down his shaft and even though he had a more difficult time
ramming it past the back of my mouth and into my throat (he didn't have the
element of surprise anymore) he still managed to slip all the way inside
until my nose was once again buried in his pubic bush.

I gagged again, producing another thick, white glob of mucus to lubricate
his cock for each successive thrust. He didn't hold me down on it as long
this time before letting me up for air and then thrusting it back again.
Soon he settled into a long, slow, deep throat fuck and I was beginning to
get a grip on my breathing, timing my breaths to occur at exactly the
moment my mouth cleared the head of his cock.  He was totally in control,
never releasing my head for a second.

I knew that spit and precum were everywhere. I could see a thick puddle of
white, foamy saliva dripping off his balls onto the floor. He continued his
verbal teaching as well, "Yeah, now you're using your mouth pussy, take my
cock, take it all the way to the root, boy! You've been dreaming about this
for years haven't you, thinking about a wet, thick cock head sliding down
your throat."

His thrusts were becoming quicker now and I felt a new wave of swelling
travel up his cock, I knew he was getting close.

"Remember how you fucking rooted around my balls, boy?  Well, now you're
getting the whole thing right down your tight little throat, just like you
always wanted.  My big, thick cock, the same cock that will soon piss in
your mouth is pounding your throat like its fucking a pussy. Your throat is
about to milk the sperm out of the nuts you licked and that makes you hot,
doesn't it?  Takes you right to the edge just thinking about tasting my
cum, doesn't it boy?  Well, slave boy, get ready, here it comes!!!!"

Time slowed to a crawl as I felt his cock swell even larger stretching my
mouth and the first violent wave of cum traveled up his shaft to empty far
down my throat. It shuddered again and spewed a second massive load into my
mouth. He pulled out a bit and a third blast coated my right cheek and
quickly ran down to my chin, mingling with the drippings already there and
gaining enough weight to slide off onto the floor

I focused on the underside of his shaft and noticed it contracted as
another wave of cum made its way to accumulate at his cockhead.  He yanked
my head backwards even further and looked down at me, smiled and spit into
my open mouth. Poor little slave boy hasn't gotten to taste any yet. Is
that what you want, to taste my cum, your Master's cum?"  Well beyond
embarrassment by now, I eagerly nodded that I wanted it.  He shook my head
hard and calmly set me straight. "I told you not to nod at me use your
mouth cunt to answer me, tell me what you want!"

"Please Sir, I want to taste your cum again so bad.

"Keep your mouth open, boy, here it cums, enjoy!"  He held his still
throbbing cock over my open mouth as he moved even closer to my head on the
edge of the bench and just let it sit there for a moment, temptingly as his
hand kept the skin pinched off, staring at me, watching my reaction. After
what seemed like an eternity he skinned his hand back and I got a full
taste of his load.  It was amazing.  The pent up cum ran out like a
fountain directly into my waiting, hungry, mouth.  The taste was incredible
and I knew that I was his, everything he had said about me was true.

I wanted to cry, I wanted to cum, I wanted to run away, I wanted to taste
more of his cock, all at the same time.  I closed my mouth and moved the
thick, creamy, salty, cum of my new Master around with my tongue to coat
the entire inside of my mouth, savoring the musky flavor and heat of his
cum. He began to beat my face with his slimy cock, moving his cum all over
my face before he released the back of my head. I knew I was hooked; I was
now a cocksucker, Peter's cocksucker.


I was now fully committed and the sex was unending. One morning Master
Peter was again schooling me on my skill-set. I was once again ensconced on
my knees as I sucked is cock. I gagged and he stroked my head like I was a
puppy as he said, "there, there, Son. It's not so easy for everyone to take
a cock like mine."

Master Peter continued in that soft, assertive voice, "I've done some
reading on slave training in the past and it boils down to getting your
throat used to being filled. If you stick your finger down your throat and
move it around and seek out those trigger spots at the entrance of your
throat that make you gag you're training them to accept without
gagging. The more you stimulate them and learn about what makes you gag,
the easier it is to control your gag reflex. Also practice holding your
breath. You can do this; just hold your breath for as long as you can. If
you do this several times a day and continue to push yourself, you'll find
you can hold your breath for longer and longer periods of time. Swimmers
and divers do these exercises all the time." He said.

"You need to practice holding cock deep down your throat and try to see if
you can breathe around the cock; a skilled cocksucker can hold a cock deep
down into his throat and lick his man's balls while breathing only through
the nose. Learn to like the feelings of choking and not being able to
breathe. You'll do it because it's what I want of you."

He was talking softly now in almost a hypnotic tone, "A lot of guys make
fun of cocksuckers but that's just wrong. A cocksucker only wants to serve
his alpha male and at the end of the day that's what I want. Now, I am
going to tell you what I want from you, my sex slave. From now on whenever
I want, you're going to blow me. As I've said I often need to cum 2-3 times
a day and more so it's good that I'll live with you. I will need you to
suck me when I wake up and again at bedtime. I don't care who is around you
will be there to satisfy me when I need it. Your body is mine to use for my
pleasure. You will strive to do everything as good as you can. Follow all
my instructions like they are holy-writ. If I want you to lick my balls,
you will do it. I might make you beg to serve me. I will fuck your mouth,
or have you massage my balls, or perhaps make you lick my ass crack
clean. You may have to shave your pubic hair, or walk around in the
backyard with no clothes on. Anything I want, you will do for me because
you just, plain want to please me. Occasionally, I will have friends who
need servicing.  You will do them too. I will cum on your face or will make
you take it down your throat. Whatever I want, you do.  Do you understand?"
I nodded.  "Good, I'm glad you know your place, good, Peter said again.

After a while he started talking again. "You need to understand the full
psychological aspects of cocksucking if your accepted as my slave-boy. I'll
train you in how to truly give service and submit to a man when he is good
enough to share his cock with you; it's so the experience is at its best
for both of you. I have learned that although cocksucking is about one man
giving sexual pleasure to another, like all sex it's really about both guys
getting mutual satisfaction. Your satisfaction is routed in the submission
inherent in kneeling with a stiff cock filling your mouth. My satisfaction
will be in being superior to you as I use you as my cock slut.  Of course
taking a man's load is just part of the job so to speak. But it's an
important part. There's a reason that it's called "service." A guy using a
cocksucker has every right to expect his load to be taken, and with great
gratitude. You must then look up at him and thank him with your eyes."

Master Peter was talking to me as explicitly as he had before but his soft
demanding voice had excited me then and it still did. It was wonderful and
so awful at the same time but I now knew that I was destined to become a
suckboy because that's what I was born to be. I remembered all the crude
"faggot" jokes I had participated in and reflected on the fact that now I
was actually quite a contented and happy faggot. Was it wrong, I didn't
really care?

"To begin with son, I've always trained my servants to blow me without the
use of their hands. It's harder to bring off your guy using only your mouth
but I think a warm, wet mouth is way better than being jerked off; after
all I can give myself a hand job!. It's also true that when you lack any
control a slut like you is free to think only of the cock in his mouth, no
distractions. Let me fasten those wrist cuffs of yours behind you now"
Peter said.

"Now you're going to need to get the entire shaft into your mouth,
cocksucker. Look up at me, keep your eyes open and on me, I'm now your
owner."

I tilted my head back and looked up across his chest to his face. He was
looking down at me, with an arrogant, self-satisfied expression on his
face. I had seen a similar look on Master Peter's face a lot of times when
I sucked him off. That smirk strangely made it all OK, he owned me and I
was but his faggot cocksucker.

Peter continued, "I love seeing a guy's lips stretched around my cock
son. You look real good there on your knees with my dick in your
mouth. Take as much cock as you can now."

I tried to take it deeper than before, the desire to please this dominant
man completely filling my mind.

"Tilt your head back again, boy." When I complied, he grabbed my ears with
both hands and pulled my face forward. At the same time he pushed his hips
forward. I felt the blunt head of his cock force its way into my throat. I
felt like I was choking and my eyes were watering but his eyes never left
mine. I could see that he was enjoying forcing me to take his full 8-inch
length. "Now you look perfect boy. On your knees, choking on cock with your
nose buried in my crotch. Now you're really a total cockslave."

I started to panic and couldn't breathe with his cock so deep, but he
relaxed his grip and I pulled back some to catch my breath. As I sucked in
some air he just watched me. When I calmed he forced me back down onto his
cock, completely jamming it into my gullet. Quickly he set up a rhythm with
his hand and his hips. I was helpless with my wrists clamped behind my
back; he could do whatever he wanted to me. It was almost like he was using
my head and mouth to jack himself off.

My head was still tilted back and I was still looking up at him, just as I
had been told. His eyes focused on mine and I saw he was pleased by the way
he could use my mouth for his pleasure. It was exciting to see his
enjoyment of my submission to his fucking my mouth and throat. As I watched
his breathing grew faster and more ragged. His balls which had been
slapping against my chin were now drawn up to the base of his cock.

I knew the signs from my experience yeaterday. The man was on the edge,
about to cum. I began to pull my head off his dick but his hands stopped me
when I was only half way up the shaft. With a moan he began to spurt his
warm, sticky cum, filling my mouth with the thick, hot fluid that shot from
his cock hitting the roof of my mouth.

The next two spurts fully coated my tongue. I couldn't believe it! I had
yet another taste of a man cumming in my mouth. Peter's cum tasted kind of
salty but didn't taste bad. I tilted my head back to look up at him again
and found his eyes staring down at me.

"Take it, cocksucker. Take my cum. Swallow it all boy. Yeah, that feels
good. Filling your cocksucking mouth with my hot cum, the way your buddy
Mike's been doing to you. Ah! Ah! Ah" My Master, Peter exclaimed!

My mouth was now full of his cum and He was still staring me in the
eye. "Swallow it now son" he ordered. Not really having any choice, I
obeyed, letting his cum slide down my throat.

"That's what you were made to do.  You were put on this earth to suck cock
and swallow real men's cum. You'll soon learn to do a lot more" he said.

Peter reached down and stroked his cock a few times, just milking it. He
allowed me to pull my head off, but still held a fistful of my hair with
his left hand. I watched as a milky white large drop of cum appeared on the
tip of his cock, just oozing out of the slit. "Lick it up, boy." I no
longer even hesitated. I leaned forward the inch or so and lapped up the
last of his load from his piss slit.

"You know Bobby; I think there's a better way to break you in. Go grab that
glass bowl on the shelf. OK, Bobby you hold the bowl with one hand and my
cock with the other, aim it into the bowl." After a second Peter began
pissing into the bowl very slowly. I admit to being fascinated by his
stream with my head so close. "OK Bobby, stick your finger into the stream
then suck it clean. Now lick my piss slit nice and slow", He said.

I lifted his cock to my mouth and ran my tongue into the slit tasting the
salty, pissy residue. The taste wasn't bad and the erotic feelings were
overwhelming to me.

Peter told me to suck on the cockhead again and of course I did. I
shouldn't have been surprised but I was as Master Peter slowly pissed into
my mouth. I swallowed and he stopped and told me;"that was pretty good son
for your first time but the proper technique is to leave your mouth half
open while looking into your Master's eyes and gently squeezing his ass
cheeks when you want more, then blink when you're full. I like to watch my
boy's eyes when they swallow, it's kind of like a flush. Go ahead Bobby,
make me proud."

I was mesmerized, I squeezed his cheeks and looked deep into his eyes as he
pissed in my mouth regulating the flow so I could take it; he was being
very considerate I thought to myself. The taste wasn't bad and boy did I
like being his urinal; it was so degrading and exciting for me. He had that
arrogant look again; the one I loved and hated. The taste wasn't bad and
the shear eroticism of the act made me hot. "Well look at you boy you're
hard as a rock, you like being treated like this" Peter said. He was right,
I was super horny. The shear humiliation of what I was doing washed over me
like an ocean wave as I savored the taste of my owner's piss in my mouth, I
actually shivered.

Peter took me out of my thoughts saying, "Why don't you get over to the
toilet now son and we'll finish up with your lesson."

Peter soon had me kneeling in front of the toilet, in front of Him. The
wooden toilet was made like fine furniture. The entire front was open and
padded to within 3 inches of the water. I didn't doubt what it was designed
for! "OK Bobby, watch now. See that trickle of piss; don't you want to
drink it? I didn't answer and he slapped me out of my stupor.

"Yes, yes I want your piss Sir" I said. Looking at that big cock and ball
package was mesmerizing. He told me to get in closer and I scooted into the
neck holder as ordered. I was looking up now at his cock at an odd angle;
it was like a toilet bowl view of man crotch. He began slowly trickling
piss out and it ran down into my mouth.

"Get your head up closer and try not to spill after all sometimes you'll
have to serve without the toilet apparatus." I happily lapped up the salty
offering.

The next few days were a kind of blur, the sex never ended but I was
content and happy until Master Peter told me he had to leave on a Business
trip.

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I was chained to a ring in the floor before he left. Master Peter had left
me enough chain to move around and admonished me to listen and learn from
his good friend. "Don't think that you know it all, we think you're a
natural slave personality but you have much to learn about serving
Alpha-Males." He left and I contemplated how I had arrived in this
position. I was naked and chained up in a strange house. While I awaited a
stranger who would further train me! What a development.


As in all things in life there was the interview.

The Cocksucker's Call Of Duty:

Well Boy, you've finally summoned the courage to admit that you're a
cocksucker. That was a gigantic step forward for you but it's only the
beginning. You're going to have to reorient your thinking now that you
finally realize that you're inferior to the confident Alpha-Males that you
need to service. You'll have to think it through before you can become the
full service cocksucker that you know you want to be.  You might not have
considered that the performance of a cocksucker is inherently an act of
submissive. Before you fall to your knees with your mouth open ready to
service a cock you must first acknowledge that kneeling before a superior
male is a first rate act of submission.

Performance:
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proficient cocksucker knows that simply licking and mouthing a man's prick
just isn't enough and will leave his Alpha-Male unsatisfied. A skilled
cocksucker has thought it all through and knows that his man only wants his
cock worshipped by a faggot who loves what he's doing, loves his cock. It's
certainly not for everyone because a cocksucker is really unique in many
ways. Some may try it and decide they don't want to bother learning to do
it well.  Others may decide before they start that it's not something they
want to do.  I think the numbers about balance both ways, for and against.
You have to keep practicing.  You have to want to take that cock deep down
your throat because that's what your feeder wants.

You'll need to work closely together with your feeder to make sure you're
maximizing his pleasure. With his help you'll find out where you are in
your training, where you want to go, and what you'll have to do to get
there.  If it's something you truly want to excel at then with practice
you'll succeed.  You have to believe that having that big cock stuffed down
your throat is going to be one of the best moments in your life!

Cocksuckers are born but feeders are made, they have to be made aware of
the many joys inherent in having a cocksucker submit to becoming their
cockslave.  You may be lucky enough to get one who has already learned but
don't count on that. You must count on spending time cultivating a
relationship with a feeder to get what you both want and need. You need to
debase yourself and kneel to receive a real man's cock; he needs to be
superior and have his cock sucked exactly the way that he wants. It sounds
easy, very symbiotic but so very difficult to achieve.

The difficulty lies inside of you, the cocksucker. In order to provide the
wonderful, full service that his feeder deserves the cocksucker must
completely forget about his own pleasure and devote himself to his man's
needs. It's paradoxical that when a fully trained cocksucker finally
achieves the mental state of in effect a trained slave only then will the
cocksucker be truly happy. It is no accident that proficient cocksuckers
can achieve a huge orgasm just as their alpha-male cums in their mouth. It
proves that a cocksucker actually needs the act of submission to be
fulfilled, strange but true.

Of course we all know that cocksuckers perform many different services than
just draining their man's balls of jism on command but since he has first
to acknowledge that cock is now his new God, his reason for being, we'll
further explore a cocksuckers thought process.

First off, you shouldn't be ashamed; it's natural for a suckboy to be
bashful about his thoughts. Our society is dismissive of guys that seek to
submit to men and suck them off. It's silly but they are routinely called
faggots, sissies and yes, cocksuckers. It takes a certain mental state for
the suckboy to finally realize that draining a man's balls of cum is really
a valuable service that the cocksucker should take pride in. A trained
"faggot" should be as honored as a physician for they both aim to make
things better.

Most real men are lazy, they like to plop down on a couch and watch sports
with a beer in hand. Looking for a women to fuck is very labor intensive,
he has to shower, shave and buy flowers for her. With a cocksucker it's so
much easier to get his cum drained. The cocksucker is already very
interested in servicing his prick, there are no flowers or romantic dinners
involved for he only has to command his submissive sissy-faggot and he then
gets serviced just as he wants, whenever he wants.

It's so amazing as your serving your man, his cockhead gets really hard,
then it spasms and a spurt of hot sperm hits your tongue. Then more comes
out, spurt after spurt and you taste his sweet semen. It's salty, sweet and
warm and you're happy to swallow it, taking his essence into you. It's your
award and you should be proud to swallow his cum.



You'll have to completely change your thinking about how submission,
obedience and cock-service are intertwined. To improve your cocksucking
skills you'll have to first wrap your head around what you are and what you
need; in a word, cock. A personal service manifesto to be studied and
understood will help you get there.

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Your personal Service Manifesto:

In order to clearly embrace the role of a service provider (cocksucker) you
must first understand who you are and what you are. It's important to
clearly think it through.  An experienced cocksucker should discuss the
manifesto with his feeder-owner to form an ongoing agreement for training
and sexual services.

Your feeder-owner might want to add services not mentioned or add detail to
specific actions. A cocksucker cannot be shy and will usually be pleasantly
surprised to find that his man will be flattered by his candor. The
manifesto is a pleasant "talking point" that a cocksucker can use to
outline the services he's proficient at when he's being interviewed by a
new Alpha-male owner. It's also true that talking frankly and explicitly
about servicing a man is very exciting for both the alpha-male and the
submissive cocksucker.

The manifesto is written mostly in the first-person so that the cocksucker
in training can visualize himself having "the talk" with his Alpha-male
Feeder. Read this carefully and consider how you'll approach your
owner-feeder about improving your service to him; it's important that you
be extremely candid and explicit about your thoughts; a cocksucker can't be
shy. It's very humiliating to admit to a superior male that you're a
cocksucker and in fact want to service him. This humiliation will make you
uncomfortable but you must work through it as it's a major component of
your submissive makeup. It helps to keep your mind on the fact one of the
most humiliating things a man can do is to fall on his knees in front of a
alpha-male and suck on his cock; the inherent humiliation of this act is
actually what makes you a cocksucker and your submission flatters your
feeder; he will enjoy watching you acknowledge your inferiority. It's
simply a measure of your respect for him and his cock.

You, the cocksucker must be honest about what your skilled at and what
cocksucker skills you need further practice and instruction on.  Here it is
boy.

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My answer was quick.

Sir, "As a cocksucker I realize my place is between the legs of my
feeder. I am a cocksucker and I realize my sexual fulfillment depends on
the level of pleasure I give to you, my feeder. I must acknowledge your
generosity in allowing me to gain nourishment from your manhood."

"It took me a lot of time to come to understand who and what I am but now I
realize my place in life. I must always keep the real facts of life in
mind. "In life there are superior men and their cocksucker followers. It's
the natural order that some superior men want to be worshipped while many
followers want to be worshippers. Men automatically sort out into a
hierarchy of superior men and their followers. This happens formally in the
military all over the world, it happens in small tribes, in happens with
gangs, it happens anytime men get together without women. Looser
hierarchies occur when females are involved with the men, but men still
naturally sort out from superior to inferior, top to bottom, he who is the
god, and he who worships the god. Men always gravitate to Dominant and
submissive roles in their relationships because there is something so
deeply and profoundly satisfying for a superior Man to be worshiped and
serviced by submissive males. It's equally satisfying perhaps even more
satisfying, for submissive males to have the opportunity to serve and
worship a superior Man, who'll guide, control, and even own them in a form
of consensual slavery mutually without guilt"

"As a cocksucker, I realize my only real sexual organs are my mouth,
tongue, and throat. I know that my only need is to pleasure my feeder from
my perch at my own true place, kneeling between his legs; your legs Sir. I
was born to be a cocksucker and can only be content when humiliating myself
by worshipping the cock of my feeder-owner; a real man".

I know that I have no needs other than your needs. As a cocksucker, I
solemnly vow, without any hesitation or regret to work hard to train my
willing mouth. I Know I belong on my knees in awe at the opportunity to
service the manhood of my alpha-male feeder.  I have to be very ready to
accept my feeder's thick, sticky semen. It's my nourishment, my job to be
your cum receptacle in any manner that you might require."

"You're my cum-feeder and I'll give my feeder my absolute best for this is
what you deserve for allowing me to nourish myself on the head of your
prick. I promise to maintain a laser-like focus on your cock. Your pleasure
will be my sole thought and the center of my universe."

"I'll concentrate and learn when you need me to suck, swallow, gag, stroke,
and choke without your having to tell me. If you only want me to suckle on
your cockhead then that's what I'll do. I know my place in the world and
love and embrace being your cocksucker as this is the only way I can
perform to your pleasure and satisfaction."

"I accept that your my feeder and you can say whatever you want or call me
whatever name you think appropriate while I'm pleasuring you. I'll never
shy away from showing my addiction and need for your cock and cum by
begging for it if need be. I know that as a cocksucker, I have no standing
in the male hierarchy, I have no pride."

"You're welcome to make my mouth a willing and anxious hole for your warm,
nourishing semen. I will swallow your man-cum with pride. I know that I
must learn every nuance of your cock and what pleasures you the most then
meekly surrender to deep throating, surrender to face-fucking, surrender to
serving multiple cocks of your buddies or offering to be used as your
urinal."

"If you want me to lick your ass-crack I know that I must kneel and bury my
face between your manly twin globes with my tongue out; after all it is my
place in life."

"I'll never stop until your finished with me and truly satisfied. I must be
ready for any alpha male superior at any time, or any place. As a
cocksucker, I realize that my sexual identity, my actual sense of self is
directly tied to the cock of a superior man; you're that man Sir."

"I know that in life I will only achieve fulfillment through the
graciousness and charity of you Sir, my feeder; I hereby vow with all
sincerity to service you to the best of my ability and strive to always
improve my technique through constant training, instruction and practice."

"If you agree Sir then I know that the consequences of breaking this
contract will result in my spiritual, sexual, and physical starvation.  I
was put on this earth to serve and only performing as a happy cocksucker
fulfills me."


Let me know your thoughts at dave at dodge1191@hotmail.com And take a peak
at another of my stories at,
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/authoritarian/slave-training-vignettes/jerry-houseboy-the-complete-story

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