Date: Sun, 10 Nov 2013 19:38:22 -0500
From: dave stout <dodge1191@hotmail.com>
Subject: "The Service Station"

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Excerpt:

I do understand that the key to this business is to always have a
cocksucker available for a straight guys cock, that way no customer is
disappointed. You're the perfect consultant; you suck cock yourself and
have a great business background. What I want to do is grow the business on
this site so I can utilize more of the space and generate a greater
income. I'm prepared to offer you a 15% piece of the business at the end of
a ninety day probation period; for the probation I'll pay you the fee
listed on your website, $2000 a week plus expenses. Are you in," he asked?

"Yeah, I'm in, it sounds like fun," I answered a little too quickly then
continued. "Your right of course as a cocksucker I certainly understand the
submissives mindset. While not venturing too deeply into psychobabble let
me say that we can devise a whole bunch of cocksucker games and programs
that'll fall somewhere between wearing a mood-ring and a therapy
session. In a few words Mark, I know what excites both cocksuckers and
straight guys."

I got right into my new task the next day. I was now familiar with the
"service station" and only had to sit quietly stroking my cock as I
reviewed my experiences and considered the improvements that might entice
more cocksucker business. As always when running ideas in my head I had a
pad to jot down the bullet thoughts down, in effect a business plan
outline.

---Enhanced water sports and toilet room.

---An upscale blow job fantasy room.

---Have a cocksucker rating system with a written skill list that the
clients could peruse before picking out a cocksucker.

---A full service man's spa where your cocksucker could wash, pamper and
service you as a cockslave.

---A set of suites where a guy could bring his wife or girlfriend and
fuck. A cocksucker would be there to keep the man's cock hard and lick the
cum out of her cunt.

---A "cocksucker academy" where the sub guys could hone their skill-set
with the properly assertive trainer / coaches.

Now that I had an outline I could think it through and present it to Mark
as a series of stand-alone business plans before building cash flow numbers
for each of the proposed "small business unit."

If you like this story you might also look at "Training the Submissive"

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/training-the-submissive/

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The Service Station:

I was visiting my favorite city and after a hard day of travel I wanted to
spend a night at a very different playground. All I knew was that an adult
website had said it was great fun. I had the address and got there early on
a Monday evening; it wasn't long before I realized that this was certainly
a different kind of place. The parking lot was divided between rows for up
to an hour that were free and rows for one to six hours at $5 an hour. I
thought it very strange but what the hell and went in to get a long term
ticket.

The big red brick warehouse loomed large at the end of the lot with the
only sign reading "entrances" in the plural. Once inside I encountered a
line leading to two different counters. On the left the large counter sign
read simply "cocks" while the one on the right read "cocksuckers."

Geez, this was embarrassing, I had to openly acknowledge what I was and
wanted just by standing in one or the other line. I was sure that I was
blushing, bright red as I shuffled forward to the counter.

"You know you're in the cocksucker line don't you" he asked looking
directly at me? I mumbled a yes as he told me to speak up. I was fast
becoming more and more embarrassed. "What do you want, just the cocksucker
room or the works, the room is $40 and the works runs $65?"

By now I was reduced to a stammer that the rude attendant took as assent to
the works asking me for the $65. I needed to get away from this smirking,
in your face young guy and pushed the money under the window. The door
clicked and I started towards it just as he shouted, "stop, put this wrist
band on" and he pushed a bright pink wide, rubber band to me. I was
actually trembling as I locked it on to the chorus of smirks from the rest
of the guys in line laughing at the new guy.

I was finally inside a large, dimly lit room seemingly full of guys. I
couldn't make out anything until my eyes adjusted so I just stood there
until I felt a hand on my shoulder.

A guy about forty said, "I see your new here, I'll show you around. You've
already gotten through the tough part at the dual entrance. Believe it or
not that embarrassing, challenging system kinda frees you up to admit what
you are and once you're through it just enjoy yourself."

He was right, my heartbeat was finally returning to normal.

"It's really a kinda service station for guys who want their cocks sucked;
the guys in the cock line only pay $5 so there is always a pretty large
bunch wanting a quick, cheap blowjob away from the wife. The superior cock
guys can just walk up to a hole and get their cock sucked. Unlike the usual
small glory hole you see at peep-shows these openings in the wall are large
enough for you to stick your entire head thru and lick his balls while he
pats your head. The thing is that this is a place without games; guys who
want to get sucked off don't have to romance a cocksucker. There's no need
for flowers, jewelry or a candlelit dinner; here it's just take your Wang
out and pick the hot mouth you want to fill with cum."

He continued, "At the holes over there you're standing up while he stands
on the elevated side with his crotch at your mouth level. The elevation
changes over here so you have to be on your knees; I personally think a
cocksucker should always kneel in respect before a man but it'll be your
choice."

I could see a little better now and boy it was busy with only a few holes
empty of cock with the suck boys happily slurping away. The wet swishy
noise of cocks being serviced actually filled the room. Until you're an
observer you don't realize just how noisy cocksucking is; the wet slosh of
dripping saliva along with the occasional ughh as the server choked
permeated the room and was very hot. It was only Monday and look how bust
they were; this was a good business.

"I see you've got a pink, works band that allows you to serve in all of the
rooms. I want to get back to my hole but you should know that that corridor
on the right will lead you to an area where there are men needing their ass
sucked and piss play. The lockers are over there, I've got to go, and it
looks like a very busy night. From six to ten is when it's busiest as the
married guys sneak away for service, have fun."

I quickly stripped to my jockey shorts noting that this seemed to be the
uniform of the day and locked up. I wandered over to the wall of glory
holes just as a guy was pulling his cock out of his pants. I stuck my head
through and he stuffed his cock into my mouth. It was only about five
inches but had a big, thick cock head. I began a nice, slow suck, easily
able to swallow his cock to the balls. I was at it a while when I sensed
him tensing. He grabbed my head and held me rigid as he spurted cum into my
mouth. That old, familiar taste, salty, sticky and thick warmed my mouth as
I swallowed his load, I was rewarded with a gentle pat on the cheek as he
commented, "Good boy, good cocksucker." I was kinda proud; this was my kind
of place.

I went over to the kneeling room, it was set up different. The guys
entering on the "cock" side would just sit down in one of the lounge chairs
all in a row and pull down their pants spreading their legs. The
cocksuckers just knelt and waited in front of a chair.  It was very well
thought out with a heavily padded floor for the cocksuckers comfort. This
really appealed to me as I have always thought that the most submissive
place for a cocksucker was on his knees before a superior cock and ready to
serve. I found out later that there was a lot of competition and on really
busy nights, the most talented cocksuckers often had a line waiting for
service.

I knelt before a guy in his forties, bald with a little paunch but a very
nice thick cock about six inches long. As I leaned into the hole to mouth
his cock he grabbed my mouth sticking his fingers in it and pulling me
towards him. "Suck boy, I want a nice blow job with a lot of tongue on my
balls. When I cum I want you to slow it down and just let it flow into your
mouth. After I'm done you swallow my jism and lick me clean. If you do a
good job I'll fill your faggot mouth with nice, warm ball juice." He then
pushed his cock into my eager, waiting mouth.

He was a very involved guy using his hands to direct my tongue to his ball
sack then lightly slapping my cheek when he wanted my mouth on his
cock. There is nothing quite like a man who is experienced with how to
wring the maximum pleasure out of his cocksucker. It was a while but
finally he told me to look at his eyes. As soon as we made eye contact he
started to cum, my second load of the night. Just as he had instructed I
swallowed in one gulp and began licking his crotch clean. As I was slurping
around another guy came up and said, "Hey, Jim, how's the service?" "Not
too bad Mike, how did you do?"

Jim's buddy Mike said, "Just Ok Jim, he was a very new cocksucker and
needed a little adjustment to keep his concentration on my cock. A few
slaps and he forgot everything but my cock in his mouth. I actually think
he was surprised when I filled his mouth with my jism. I confess it was
kinda fun breaking him in.

"I finally had my man Jim's crotch as clean as if he stepped out of a
shower. Another pat on my head and he left me.

I had to admit that "Jim's" forceful style appealed to me as I decided to
explore a little down the dark corridor; I was now glad that I had
purchased the "works."

The first room was the toilet room and boy was I surprised. There was a
full wall with four short comfortable, padded stools arranged in front of
holes in the wall just large enough for a man's head to go through. Three
of the stools had cocksuckers on them with their heads into the holes. I
sat down, stuck my head through and was looking at a large mirrored wall
opposite me.

Yikes, my head was now in a vinyl urinal fastened on the walls other
side. I could see there were guys at two of the other urinals peeing into
their cocksucker's mouth. In the other empty stall the cocksucker had his
mouth open and his tongue out as a guy walked in and sauntered over. I
watched as he laid his cock on the boys eager tongue and pissed.

I sensed someone coming to my hole and thought quickly of getting the hell
out of there but decided that I was committed and didn't want to
disappoint. He fished out a soft, cut cock of about 3 inches, soft then
simply laid it on my tongue and pulled back saying "I've never done this
before, am I supposed to just pee or go slowly in short spurts."

I looked at him and told him I was also new and would be relieved if he
just spurted so I could get used to it. It was really kind of surreal; we
were talking like buddies discussing what beer we liked yet we both knew I
was going to drink his piss, surreal indeed.

He put his cockhead onto my tongue and almost instantly let out a short
spurt of piss. It wasn't really unpleasant, just a very different taste,
kind of a warm mountain-dew laced with just a touch of white vinegar. In
any event the shear humiliation of being a man's urinal got me so hot that
I was in a kind of trance. He spurted more piss but then became hard and
the piss stopped. I suckled on the head of his prick and he very quickly
dropped his cumload into my warm, pissy mouth. He had to be even newer at
this than I was. When I got up there was a line-up of suck boys waiting for
my stool; I wasn't the only one who thought the toilet room was the most
erotic scene of all.

In the other corner of the "toilet room" in a large, glass enclosed shower
stall there were three guys being showered by their "boys" who were busily
cleaning them with foaming body wash. The guys just stood there talking
while their pink bracelet helpers scrubbed and fondled. It was obvious from
the hard cocks that the men and their servants were enjoying this. Just
outside of the shower another "boy" toweled off his Man. Everyone sported a
huge smile; this man-centric, Guy-Spa style pampering was certainly as
popular as it was incredibly hot.

I went back to the "kneeling room" and waited in front of a lounge. In a
few minutes there were two guys there, the older dropped his pants, sat
down and spread his legs. I started to move in but he held my head and told
me what he very specifically wanted.

"This is my son and I want to show him how to use and enjoy a
cocksucker. You'll blow me first so he can see how it goes then you'll
service him. Actually I think we'll take you into the around the world room
for his first suck, Ok boy?" I nodded and he pulled me into his hairy
crotch.

I licked and sucked as he lightly slapped me directing my efforts to what
pleased him. I could hear him telling the boy that some guys were just
cocksuckers that you could use like girls to suck you off and lick your
ass. He began a face fucking by grabbing my head and telling me to keep my
hands behind my back while he pulled my head in and out going deeper each
time until he punched through into my throat. He put his hand on my Adam's
apple to feel my throat accommodating his prick as it punched through into
my gullet. I looked up and could see that his son was mesmerized by it all.

"You see Son, you keep slowly going forward a little at a time until your
all in. the cocksucker will gag and choke but that's all right; it's what
they were born to do, just part of the service." On that note the Dad came
in my mouth just as I was gasping around the cock buried in my gullet. Some
of his cum filled my mouth but as I gasped for air a lot of it went up my
nose. I coughed and actually was tearing up as I tried to catch my breath
but in a very strange way I was pleased with myself. I was happy servicing
the guy who was showing his son the ropes.

I heard him explaining, "Look at his face son, this is a win-win
thing. Sissy's like him get off on this kind of treatment." As my breath
came back to normal I agreed with him by leaning forward and licking his
cockhead clean. "See Son, just what I told you."

I followed them into the "ass" room; it was to be a first for both of
us. There were a number of stirrup like lounge chairs with little wells in
the front so the cocksucker could actually get in and stand up as he licked
his man's crotch from asshole to balls. I had to admire the great ingenuity
the owners of this place had used in the design. By making it very
comfortable they insured that the ass licker could lap a guy's crack for
long periods of time, quite ingenious really.

"Strip down Son, I'll show you the ropes. Ah, that's good, you can lay down
in the lounge but I prefer to show my cocksucker just what his place is at
right at the start. Just turn around and I'll have the faggot take care of
you in the classic way to start." The boy turned and as ordered by his Dad
I knelt in back of him and gently licked his ass globes before I spread his
cheeks and began to lick up and down his ass-crack.

It really wasn't an effective way to service a boy's ass because no matter
how hard you tried you couldn't get your tongue all the way in but it did
furnish maximum humiliation. Both of us were quickly hotter than hell, the
boy being serviced and me with the erotic shame of it all just washing over
me.

When he moved to the lounge chair his legs were spread as wide as possible
and my tongue traveled from cock to asshole as my saliva flowed out of my
open mouth. My tongue and nose experienced the musky, mixed taste of young
balls and ass. The young subject of my service soon grabbed my head and
forced his cock into my mouth just as his cum erupted from his cockhead. I
gulped it down, licked him clean then thanked them both for letting me
service them.

I was exhausted but certain to return to the the "service station" and head
to the cocksucker's side for sure. I now knew what I had long suspected;
there was nothing in my life that would ever equal the sheer joy that
servicing a strong, confident man could bring. This was my role in life.



Chapter #2

I think anyone interested in reading this story realizes that I would
return many times to the "service station". It was just so incredibly
erotic. About 2 or three times a week I would go there, stand in the
cocksucker's line and service cock. It was great to pretty much always have
a lingering taste of cum in your mouth or at least in your thoughts.

On that fateful day I had just entered when one of the staff approached me
at the lockers. "Mr. Smith, the boss wants to see you."

I was horny as hell but went with him through the front door and down
another hallway; I did notice that the "cock" line at the entrance was
filling up. We went into what looked like a reception room and I just
followed him into a very large plush office that looked just like a
partner's suite in a major law office. The rug was thick and the same
maroon color as the drapes. One wall was completely filled with walnut book
cases and there was a black leather couch and chair in front of a huge
wooden desk.

The man who I assumed was the "boss" came out from behind the desk and
shook my hand while dismissing his employee with a wave of the hand as he
sat on the leather chair opposite me.

He began talking as soon as I had sat down. "My name is Mark and I'm glad
to see you Mr. Smith; I had your membership flagged so I could get you here
to talk. I can guess that you might be a bit confused about all this but
let me assure you it'll all work out to both our advantage. What happened
to trigger your being here is that you dropped one of your business cards
on your last visit; I see you're a Business Planning and Development expert
besides being one of my customers and I'm in need of some Planning and
development here."

"I'm a businessman who purchased this place from an estate a couple of
years ago. I initially only wanted this big warehouse but was pleasantly
surprised at the cash flow of the existing sex club located in it. After
going through the "Cock" line a few times myself I realized just what a
great business this could be. There's real money in connecting straight
guys with cocksuckers. That being said this business only fills a small
part of this building and I'm interested in building the business and
increasing the revenue, my problem is that I'm straight and ideally this
places expansion should be planned thru a faggot's eye." He said.

Even though I was very horny I was fascinated by his analysis as he
continued. "I'm straight and while I very much enjoy a cocksucker mouthing
my prick, I just can't get my head around what you guys want and why you
want it. I do understand that the key to this business is to always have a
cocksucker available for a straight guys cock, that way no customer is
disappointed. You're the perfect consultant; you suck cock yourself and
have a great business background. What I want to do is grow the business on
this site so I can utilize more of the space and generate a greater
income. I'm prepared to offer you a 15% piece of the business at the end of
a ninety day probation period; for the probation I'll pay you the fee
listed on your website, $2000 a week plus expenses. Are you in," he asked?

"Yeah, I'm in, it sounds like fun," I answered a little too quickly then
continued. "Your right of course as a cocksucker I certainly understand the
submissives mindset. While not venturing too deeply into psychobabble let
me say that we can devise a whole bunch of cocksucker games and programs
that'll fall somewhere between wearing a mood-ring and a therapy
session. In a few words Mark, I know what excites both cocksuckers and
straight guys. I'll put a few ideas into a rough business plan for us to
talk about." I said.

"Now that were partners let's get right on a first name basis, I'm Mark and
I know your John, lets shake on it eh."

We shook hands and he lightly squeezed my hand with a big smile. I took
this time to access my new partner, about forty, average height, thin brown
hair and just a little paunch.

He was still tightly holding my hand as he talked. "We can really seal our
little bargain with a blow job, John. It'll save both of us some time. You
were in the cocksucker's line anyway."

Mark dropped his pants and sat down in his big "boss" chair spreading his
legs nice and wide. I knew that you shouldn't mix business with pleasure
but I had been thinking about cock all day. I slipped onto my knees and
shuffled forward to his crotch. My mind wasn't on our business deal as I
sucked his cockhead into my mouth running the tip of my tongue into his
piss-slit before beginning a slow, intense suck.

His cock was average at a little over five inches with a big head, cut
head; it fit nicely into my mouth but without that wonderful, erotic worry
of choking on a huge cock; Mark's was simply comfortable. After about five
minutes of sucking him off I felt the familiar throbbing of the big cock
vein as he tensed up, ready to cum. He sighed and began spurting warm,
sticky cum into my mouth. The salty, sticky issue tasted great, our deal
was now sealed for sure, sealed in cum.

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I got right into my new task the next day. I was now familiar with the
"service station" and only had to sit quietly stroking my cock as I
reviewed my experiences and considered the improvements that might entice
more cocksucker business. As always when running ideas in my head I had a
pad to jot down the bullet thoughts down, in effect a business plan
outline. I had to chuckle to myself when a prospective club motto floated
thru my head; "thank you, cum again."

PROPOSED CHANGES AND NEW VENUES for The Service Station:

---Enhanced water sports and toilet room.

---A Bar area for adult beverages and relaxing service

---An upscale blow job fantasy room.

---Have a cocksucker rating system with a written skill list that the
clients could peruse before picking out a cocksucker.

---A full service man's spa where your cocksucker could wash, pamper and
service you as a cockslave.

---A set of suites where a guy could bring his wife or girlfriend and
fuck. A cocksucker would be there to keep the man's cock hard and lick the
cum out of her cunt.

---A "cocksucker academy" where the sub guys could hone their skill-set
with the properly assertive trainer / coaches.

Now that I had an outline I could think it through and present it to Mark
as a series of stand-alone business plans before building cash flow numbers
for each of the proposed "small business unit."

I handed the rough, typewritten business plan to Mark the next day.

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The "Enhanced Water sport and toilet room" PLAN:

This room would build on what we already have with the full-face
urinals. Right now the cocksuckers wait in the room with their face in the
urinal. I propose that we add toilet boxes where a cocksucker could lie
down under a toilet seat to simply rim and lick a man's asshole; it would
be a very erotic scene.

Yet another change I would make there would be to let the men pick out
their cocksucker for the toilet room. I kinda visualize a little lineup of
ass lickers and piss boys where a guy could interview them before they
serviced him.

The superior man would be encouraged to look closely at the cocksuckers
tongue length and ask direct questions about how his prospective cocksucker
would manage to swill down his piss. It might work to have the cocksucker
kneel behind the man and gently spread his cheeks to run his tongue up and
down his ass crack. This audition would be a demonstration of his boy's
skill before being picked to lie in the rim seat. The beauty of this
interview thing is the supreme humiliation that the cocksucker would feel.

The same thing would hold for the piss suckers, an interview where they
would have to admit that they wanted to have a man piss in their mouth
would have both parties hotter than hell. The cocksucker would revel in the
humiliation of admitting what an ass or piss slut he was while the "cock"
would feel completely in control of "his" cocksucker and how he wanted to
be serviced.

It would be an immediate hit with both groups. Very few things are more
exciting and humiliating than having to talk about your fantasies, actually
verbalize what perverted thoughts float through your mind on a regular
basis. Inner secrets are powerfully erotic.

"I tell you Mark, we'll have customers returning as much for the
humiliation as for what used to be their secret sex thoughts being
performed."

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"An upscale blow job fantasy room:"

"Here's the rough outline of this plan Mark, sorry about the typos but it's
only an "idea" outline at this point."

Our blow job room is wildly popular with the men (the cocks) and the
cocksuckers. My plan would build on this and offer an enhancement to what
we have. If a guy is getting an exemplary blow job he can offer his
suck-boy a chit which allows the boy into a special room where he can
perform a nice, slow worshipful suckoff in great comfort. Of course the
chit will be only available at an additional cost to the man being
serviced.

Inside of this "special" room there would be nice, comfy chairs with padded
areas right in front of them. Of course the cocksucker would already be
naked and there would be lockers for the man's clothes. It would be
customary for the cocksucker to perform the ritual undressing of his
man. Just picture in your mind when the cocksucker finds himself kneeling
before his man and finally gets to take off his man's undershorts and
socks. The lights would be dim but the cocksucker would be very aware of
his man watching him.

There would be a recording playing on the loudspeakers over and over on a
loop; a deep, sexy voice repeating over and over the same message.

"You're a cocksucker. You live to service the pricks of men needing to be
serviced. As you slowly strip your man take a good look at his hairy balls,
they will soon be spewing cum into your mouth. Look at his piss slit and
think about running the tip of your tongue through it. This cock will soon
be the center of your thoughts. A cocksucker must only think of pleasuring
his man's prick. This cock in front of you is your responsibility; you were
born to suck cock and submit to superior men. You must lick his balls
lovingly until they are as wet as from a shower. In this world there are
some guys that are meant to be sucked off and others that are meant to do
the sucking. You're the sissy-boy and must submit. If you gag on his cock
remember that your throat spasms are pleasant stimulation on his cockhead;
they signify your devotion to his pleasure. When he comes in your mouth
look at his eyes and be grateful as your mouth fills and you swirl your
tongue around in your sticky mouth. Good Cocksucker, good boy."

The message then repeated on its loop, over and over in a nice, soft,
deeply masculine, commanding voice.

On his knees facing his alpha-male the cocksucker-boy would be slowly
lowering his man's tidy whites, very close to the cock and balls that he
will soon be servicing, his reason for being. Trust me Mark both guys will
be hotter than hell by this time and when the guy sits down his cocksucker
will be drooling as he settles onto his knees before his man's crotch.

There will always be other guys in the room being sucked off so the entire
place wil be filled with a smell of sex; it will overlay the room as the
men talk about how their service is; how there cocksucker is
performing. The sounds of wet, sloppy cocksuckers will fill the senses of
the cocksuckers.

I think that the blow-boys picked to perform blow jobs in this room will be
the kind that are fully capable of Cumming themselves just by sucking on a
cock; that's the ultimate compliment to a straight man who's being blown.

This will be a very popular room; our cocksucker customer base will try
awfully hard to be picked to perform as blow-boys in it. The competition to
provide the best blow job would be fierce.

"I agree John; it certainly sounds hot to me; in fact I would enjoy a
sample of how this would work, how about it?"

I was very agreeable; all this talk of cock had me horny. True to my plan I
went to the corner and took off my clothes before I began stripping Mark
down. As I knew it would, the eroticism of being on my knees with his cock
close enough to me to smell that familiar, wonderful musky male crotch
aroma had both of us hard.

He sat down and spread his legs wide; I noticed a little smirk on my
business partner's face as I leaned in to blow him. I opened my mouth and
saw the fact that he was pleased on his face. He pulled my head in and his
cock slid into my mouth, meeting no resistance.

He said "good cocksucker" as he held my head with both hands and began to
pump his powerful cock, way too hot for a slow suck; he just wanted to
cum. He was pumping into what was now really his, my mouth. I just knelt
there as he used my mouth and in about five minutes he pumped his hot,
sticky load of jism into my mouth. True to my business plan for the room, I
looked Mark in the eye as I swallowed his cum. The self satisfied smirk was
back on his face as I swallowed his warm, cummy liquid. We were really
partners now; I felt like just another cocksucker owned by a man's cock.

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Business Plan----"A set of suites where a guy could bring his wife or
girlfriend for an assisted fuck:"

"Well Mark here's how I went about planning for the couple's spa room. I
felt that this setup would be very profitable for the service station but I
was flummoxed as to how to design it; I was after all a cocksucker with
almost no experience with females and I needed some research. It came to me
the next day; I had a college friend that was my roommate for a couple of
years that could help. We had kept in touch and actually met a couple of
times a year. In college we moved in different circles but we're great
friends."

"That was because I was his stress reliever, his on-call cocksucker. Mike
enjoyed nothing better than living with a guy who didn't mind sucking him
off a couple times a day. He had a beautiful prick, long, straight and
blessed with a huge cockhead. His piss hole looked liked like a cannon
barrel. Mike had a wide streak of domination that fit seamlessly with my
submissive nature. He simply ordered me to service him in the way he
enjoyed it; it was all about him."

"I e-mailed Mike with my dilemma and he quickly agreed to help me out; we
arranged for me to stay with him and his wife on the weekend. It was a 350
mile drive but I was looking forward to it. I had been at his wedding and
knew his wife, Janine. She was a good looking Irish girl with a reddish
complexion and a bit plump. She wasn't fat at all, just slightly plump and
Mike said she loved to fuck."

"We went into their living room to get reacquainted and started making
small talk while drinking a really good red wine. Mike was very "up" and
happy; he was still smiling when he zipped down his fly and pulled out that
big snake I used to service. I was watching him stroke his cock while
talking about some inane TV show when he brought me out of my trance."

Mike quickly took control as he talked. "Here John, come on over here and
suck my cock again, don't worry, Janine knows all about your cocksucking
and thinks it's exciting."

I looked over at his wife and she just nodded at me with a wry smile.

Mike stood up and dropped his pants before settling back into his big
chair. What could I do; I went to my knees and moved over to Mike. He held
that big cockhead I was so familiar with up to me and I took it into my
mouth.

"It's just like old times huh, John? You know Janine, John used to blow me
at least twice a day. I could wake up in the middle of the night with a
hardon and just walk over to his bed and stuff it into his mouth while he
was still sleeping. He'd nurse on it a little while as he was waking up
then let me blow my load in his mouth. Why don't you get ready for a
fucking honey, we'll be right up."

Mike began holding my head and ever so slowly going deeper and deeper.

"Remember what I taught you John, do it now," he told me.

I did remember and slipped quickly back to it. I put my hands behind my
back and looked into his eyes. Mike liked his cocksucker to only use his
mouth and he really enjoyed watching my face as he forced his cock through
my throat opening and I gagged on its thickness. He would then pull my head
back letting me get a gasp of breath before plugging my gullet again. I was
choking with my eyes watering as I sensed Janine was back. I tried to turn
to her and Mike slapped my face.

"Don't worry about anything but my cock John, keep your focus, you're
better than that. I think though it's time to show you how a cocksucker can
help a couple fuck don't you honey? You're so fucked up by cock John that
you can't concentrate; we'll start slow so you can learn."

Mike continued, "We'll be enjoying your service even as you're doing your
hokey research. When we get finished you'll be an expert," Mike said. I was
mesmerized by my situation as I stood there with my head bowed, listening
to my old roommate describe how I would be serving them.

Janine sat on a high, wide, bed room chair, opened her robe and spread her
legs. Mike roughly led me to her and pushed me to my knees.

"OK John get a good look, before were done you'll be more familiar with her
crotch than with your own face."

I'm not into cunt but I couldn't help salivating as I gazed at the
beautiful, pink, hairless cunt of my friend's wife as she spoke. "Get your
nose up there and get used to my scent, it's a perfume that you'll learn to
love, eau of crotch eh."

Mike sat on the chair edge and watched me; the fact that I was being
watched by the two of them added a very erotic aspect to my humiliation.

Her cunt had a musky odor with just a hint of stale piss smell; it wasn't
unpleasant just different than the cock smell I was used to. I shuddered as
Mike grabbed one of my ears and led me to those delicious, soft folds with
the one word command "lick."

I was soon lost in the act as I licked up and down her cunt slit using my
tongue to service her. I noticed that she had begun to gush cum juice; I
lapped it up like it was a fine, French sauce.

"He looks good down there, how is he doing?" Mike asked her.

"Pretty good, he has a nice, wide, long tongue. With a little coaching he
will be as good a cunt-lapper as he is a cocksucker. I want to get fucked
now; his tongue has put me in the mood," she replied.

I was roughly pushed away being told to watch as a real man fucked a
cunt. Sitting on the floor I watched as Mike approached with his enormous
cock sticking out. I was commanded to wet the head so it could slide easily
into her. I sucked and licked Mike's cock until he pushed me down on my
back; she climbed on top with her cunt at my mouth. He mounted her from the
rear as I slurped on cunt.

For the first time in my life, I had a close-up view of cock fucking a
cunt. I was so close that I could hear the wet sucking sounds of her cunt
and felt the spray of their juices on my face with each plunge. Mike
started to tease her by slowly pulling his cock from her pussy until just
the head remained inside. Then he'd wait until she started whimpering for
more before shoving it back in as hard as he could. Each time she would
moan loudly.

His cock was so thick it stretched her pussy lips far apart, and, when he
pulled out, her cunt lips stuck to his shaft and stretched far from her
pubic mound. The sight of this was awesome. I was so hot. His cock was
rubbing across my lips when he pulled out and her cunt juices dripped on my
face.

As Mike fucked Janine, she panted and gasped for air and made sounds that I
had never heard before. Mike fucked faster until with a growl, he plunged
in right to the hilt, almost squeezing his tightened nut sack into her
cunt, as well. I knew he was spraying his spunk inside her pussy now and I
realized that I was just seconds away from eating his leftovers. He had
already told me I was to be the "clean up" boy.

When Mike pulled out his slimy meat, a long string of cum followed it out
and splashed on my face. I quickly attached my mouth to her gaping gash and
proceeded to suck out the warm clumps of scum. It tasted similar to what I
had sucked directly from his cock but somewhat sweeter. It slid like syrup
down my throat along with Janine's own sauce. God, it was delicious! Janine
then sat up and a rush of sperm flowed out of her pussy and down my
throat. He must have shot a huge load deep into her!

After I cleaned everything out of her pussy, she raised her crotch off my
face and looked down at me with a smirk on her face. My face was drenched
with their juices.

"Did you have fun down there sissy boy?" she said and then giggled. She
motioned me to immediately go to work on Mike's semi-stiff rod. His dick
was wet with mixed cum and pussy juice, which I slowly licked up. I worked
my way down to his balls and gently lapped at each one until his cock
started swelling.

I thought to myself, "this is really hot; our sissy customers will love
this scene."

So Mark, that's how I researched our couples operation. I see it as a full
service place where one of our sissy cocksuckers that still considers
himself bisexual, gets to service a couple. For sure they like cum and it's
my guess that they'll be thrilled to stick their tongue into a nice, wet
cunt full of cum and pay us good money for the privilege.

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Business Plan---"A cocksucker rating system with a written skill list that
the clients could peruse before picking out a cocksucker:"

I gave Mark my writing on this business idea and waited for him to finish
reading it.

This will simply be a record keeping function for us. As a cocksucker
reached a certain level, let's say 5 positive comment cards from men, then
the cocksucker would be certified for that skill-set. If a particularly
talented boy was certified for deep throat and ass licking by 5 men; he
would then have a laminated placard hung around his neck with a pink ribbon
listing his skill in those tasks. In this way we would be encouraging their
learning curve and fostering competition. For the men it would be a great
turn-on to pick and choose a cocksucker with the ability to please him.

It could easily be structured like an ancient slave market where Masters
inspected the slaves for sale. We might incorporate a system that allowed
demerits if the cocksucker failed to live up to the promise. The mere
thought of being graded would spur our cocksucker customers to excel, a
win-win for everyone and great business for us.

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I devise "A cocksucker service training program business plan:" for Mark.

"Well Mark, I've written this outline of what I think is the most promising
business idea for our place yet. Here's how it will work." I said.

"You see Mark we could institute a school right here; it would be a kind of
cocksucker training program. I visualize a training class we could run
during our slower, off-peak times where a student could learn how to please
his man the right way. The respect that a superior male deserves requires
more than just cock worship. We would have a few separate courses on toilet
duty, body worship, deep throat, ass and ball licking, all for significant
cash of course." Mark was nodding his head; with the mention of money I had
his interest at least.

"Our business plan would be to identify and recruit men who frequented our
service station to get sucked off. If they showed the proper attitudinal
arrogance we hire them on as trainers. We would get paid by the Cocksucker
students and certainly wouldn't have to pay the teachers much; guys love
teaching cocksuckers how to serve them. What a boon to our business cash
flow this could be when it was up and running." I said noting that I had
Mark's attention.

"Mark, I've actually written a short scenario on Deep throat training to
explain my thoughts on this training academy to you; I've set it in the
first person viewpoint of the blow-boy trainee to help you understand it
better, here goes."

My Deep-Throat training scenario presentation:

Remember as you read this Mark that it's written from the cocksucker's
viewpoint as he relates his thoughts and experiences.

"Well here I am, I finally had worked up the courage to sign up for the
"Deep Throat training for Cocksuckers school at the Service Station. I
kinda surprised myself by going through with this. It now was the first and
foremost thought in my head; it wasn't easy admitting that I was a natural
born cocksucker but I now knew it as the truth. It was simple after I
admitted it to myself; I sucked men's cock and actually wanted to get
better at it."

"What I hadn't expected was how humiliating they made the sign up
process. I had to enter the "The service station" and strip naked just like
anytime I came here to service cock. Then I was sent to an office where a
fully clothed staffer questioned me as he filled out a form."

"I see you want to be able to swallow cock right down your throat, is that
correct" the staffer asked with a slight smirk.

"Yes", I croaked.

"I hope you realize that as part of this training a 7 or 8 inch cock will
be stuffed into your gullet and the training leading up to that will make
you gag and cry like a bitch. Is that what you want", he asked like he
would ask what I thought of the weather.

"Yes, that's what I want." I answered.

"Before we go any farther let me look at your mouth and tongue, come over
here."

I went to him and opened my mouth which he began exploring with his
fingers; when he had me stick out my tongue he just ran his fingers over
it. There's nothing like being handled, while totally naked, by a fully
dressed, smirking, laughing staffer.

I was taken to a dimly lit smaller room with another fully clothed guy in
it. As I soon learned his name was Todd and he was assigned as my
trainer. I stood there, butt-naked, waiting for an instruction, Todd just
stared at me. I was becoming very uncomfortable when he finally motioned me
to a place on the floor in front of him and began talking to me.

"Mark, at this point I wrote a short scenario that our trainer could use as
a starting point to acclimate the cocksucker trainee. Putting it in a story
context will help you understand the concept. You told me that you couldn't
understand what motivates a cocksucker so I devised this little storyline
for you." I told Mark before reading my prepared script.

The Trainer said, "All I need to know about you became apparent as soon as
you signed up for this class; you get off on servicing a real man's prick
and want to improve your skill at it. I get that, being the best at what
you do is important."

He continued, "In training I've found that consistency is a much more
reliable way to master my cocksucker than to go overboard with force;
simply training him to be addicted to throating my cock gains the right
attitude and generally promotes a much more desirable form of eagerness in
the cocksucker. It's much better than the kind you see in "uppity
cocksuckers" who haven't yet admitted to themselves what they are."

"When I encounter a boy like that I always know and feel sad for him that
he's never been properly trained, nor had his desires ever been properly
nourished. He has never had the chance to enjoy the comfort of knowing
there is a cock he can suck whenever he's in need. It can bring inner peace
as he realizes that he won't starve for cum because he's now aware of where
his next load will come from."

"The couple of these boys that I've attempted to train are usually so
desperate that they don't actually believe you when you tell them that all
they have to do is settle down and just follow some very simple, very basic
instructions and they will have more cock and cum than they've ever
consistently had before."

"Any subbie boy that can take an alpha male's cock right into his cuntlike
throat is a valuable commodity. The few I've taught to fully service their
man's cock usually end up being very, very happy. They were desperate to
suck a grown man's cock all the time, right to the root, day in and day
out; they just didn't realize that it's a normal and natural feeling for
some sissy type men."

"They shouldn't be ashamed of it but instead learn to trust that the man
they suck is aware of their needs, aware of their shame, and will help them
grow into the cocksucker they were created to be. It's simply a growing
process." Todd said.

Todd was speaking to me in a very soothingly low voice; I realized that he
was right, having my thoughts explored and explained kinda made me a little
more relaxed and content. Here was an alpha male type that seemed to
understand my need to submit to other men.

Todd, the trainer continued, "Sucking a man right thru your throat opening
on a regular basis keeps the man's balls and dick and all the stuff that
make them work limber; that includes all the muscles and cum factories
inside him. It's best for his health that his balls stay strong and fresh
and constantly spurting new, fresh cream."

"This is actually a part of nature's way. A Woman can't keep a man's balls
as empty as he wants them to be, no matter how hard she tries. Nature has
found a way to keep men healthy and spurting new, fresh well-made sperm
whether women assist him with emptying his balls or not; Cocksuckers do
this job for superior males; after all, that's what they were created for."

He smirked a little as he continued, "It's a shame that being a male
cocksucker is something to be hidden in our society. Most men who are
walking around every day, be they at work, in the restroom, on the street,
anywhere they are away from their regular sex partner still need to have
their balls emptied. Hell, it would be great if a man could simply pull
another man who's a cocksucker over to the side of the sidewalk or
someplace and let him know that he needs his balls emptied of cum and just
guide the suck-boy to his knees; it would make things a lot easier."

"By the same token how many cocksuckers do you know who are so completely
aware that behind every man's zipper, inside every man's pant's, separated
by just a flimsy piece of cotton underwear or jock strap, is a swinging
dick that the man would probably really like sucked. If he could only let
the cocksucker just walk up to him and fondle his crotch area allowing the
cocksucker to expose his cock so that the man is there with his cock
hanging out of his fly. Everyone would be happy with the cocksucker
kneeling down to suck the man's cum out of his balls keeping him healthy as
well as to help keep the cocksucker's natural cravings under control. It's
also the best way for the cocksucker to show his respect."

I was completely mesmerized as Todd continued; he knew me so well.

"Anyway, this is how I begin to train my cocksuckers, to teach them their
place in the world; I require the place between my legs to be their primary
concern, there home away from home. I allow them to form a dependency on my
cum that they already want to do anyway, once that dependency is
established I let them serve me in a way that not only offers trust but in
fact teaches and reinforces it. For me nothing is better than thrusting
directly into a boy's throat and that requires trust. The boy will gag and
cry but if he trusts me he'll stay at it because he knows I'll let him get
a breath before he chokes to death. That's trust and it lets the submissive
faggot concentrate on pleasing my cock because that's really what fulfills
him."

"I like to let my trainee in on what's ahead for him. To me this is always
a great beginning to the throat training of a cocksucker. My personal motto
is "that the guy who my cocksucker gives a blow job to next should be
getting a better blowjob than I'm getting now. This is the point where I
begin my next step in their training, practice, practice, practice."

"Now," Todd said calmly, "time for you to do what you've been dreaming
about doing since we met." He smiled at me with his dark eyes. His belt
buckle had been undone but the rest of his trouser fastenings remained.

"Go on....Unleash the snake." Todd chuckled at his own joke.

I rose up on my knees, still trying to convince myself that he would be
nice with me, it would all be over soon; it would all be easy. I slowly
pulled down his zipper. His cock inside was still trapped under his boxers.

I eased his trousers down to just below his thighs then past his boxer
shorts. His large cock prevented me from getting them down very far. It was
already stiffening. Todd grabbed at the elasticized waist and moved it down
revealing his half hard beauty. He snatched the base of his cock with one
fist and waggled it vigorously saying "Now suck it boy!"

He spoke it softly but with great authority. My mouth moved slowly towards
the large, purple head. I was wary about opening my mouth fully in case he
would think me too eager; he shoved it in and out of my mouth without a
word. My protruding tongue met with the head. I recoiled back slightly at
the first taste of it, then I began moving in again for another lick. Just
as I was to touch, Todd whipped the cock away to the side then slapped it
across my cheek. 'Slap' across the other cheek. He laughed heartily.

"Open your mouth." He said more gently. I felt the tip of his cock against
my lips.

"Open your mouth." He repeated as he lightly slapped my face; it was just
another reminder of who was the cocksucker here. Very slowly I began to
open wide.

"Good, good." He praised. I felt the cock lying still and heavy on my
tongue. He withdrew it then repeated the order to open wide. He did it
several times, just inserting the tip each time.

"Good boy, my suck-boy getting used to my cock" he said with approval.

"Now get your lips round it." I did as he said.

"Just slide up and down along it" he instructed.

It was like a step by step guide to cocksucking. I did as he said, very
pleased he was taking it easy on me. My own cock began to stiffen as the
taste of him filled my mouth.

"Good boy, good." He praised again.

I felt a guiding head on the back of my head. He dictated the rhythm of my
sucks. I just kept sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, eyes closed,
letting his strong hands guide me.

"Good, good cocksucker." More praise from Todd. "You're a good little
cocksucker sissy slut aren't you?"

He released his hand from my head. I kept on sucking his cock with the same
rhythm. A few more strokes went by each went just a bit deeper.

"Now that's good for a start." Todd said. "But we are going to have to get
a little more serious if you're to be my blow boy." He grabbed a fistful of
my hair and yanked my head back to look at him. Our eyes met, he starred at
me intently. I felt the soft textured tip of his cock trace across my lips
and around my jaw as he gazed down at me. He gently rubbed my cheek then
slowly slapped it; the slaps weren't hard but did reinforce my role here
and just who was in charge. He let go of me and I enveloped his thick cock
with my lips once more, bobbing up and down on it.

"Ok." He said. I felt his fingers tracing across my chin and cheek. Let's
take it up a notch."

The anticipation of what he was going to do filled my body. I could feel my
heart pounding forcefully inside me. A bizarre mix of horniness, dreaded
anticipation and downright fear filled me. I kind of knew that this was the
"easy bit" but didn't want to think about what was to come.

"Go on cocksucker. Get it all in your mouth." He told me.

My own cock straightened in hardness as his words hit home. Something about
his forceful attitude awoke the part of me that wanted to gorge myself on
his stiff shaft, but the fear and apprehension remained. I leaned in to
take his cock into my mouth. Then I felt both his hands clasping the hair
on my head, pulling me down towards his crotch, gently at first but then
with more force.

I shut my eyes tight and reached up with my own hands pressing against
Todd's hips in an attempt to stop the forward movement. He thrust his groin
forwards, his cock slid further into my mouth. Too far; I gagged in a
terrible panic, coughing and spluttering. I was pushing full force against
him trying to back away. He gripped tighter holding my face down on it. I
struggled. Todd held on. Then, after a second he let go and I fell
backwards.

Suddenly he was getting assertive again.

"Ok," said Todd, completely calm, "you almost had it up to here." He said
while pointing about half way along his shaft. I coughed then swallowed
trying to get rid of the strange tickling feeling in my throat.

"Get back here and have another go at it, it's what you want, what you were
born to do. You're a faggot after all." Todd showed no mercy, I had to
please him.

My sexual desire disappeared. I felt anger, aggression and confusion rise
up in me at his complete lack of compassion; he was using me as an
appliance, just a cock sheath.

"Come on!" He barked uncompromisingly. Once again I felt my only play was
to make him cum quickly and then get out of there. Todd though had years of
experience and it wouldn't be that easy for a novice like me to do. I got
up on to my knees and surged with my open mouth towards his cock. I took
the small length that I was comfortable with in my mouth and sucked;
sucking harder and faster than I'd done before.

"Ha, ha." Todd chuckled. "You're supposed to be taking the whole length
boy. There will be know half measures here faggot."

His hands grabbed me again and brought my face down on him once more, his
penis bludgeoning into the back of my throat. I coughed and spluttered
again, instinctively trying my hardest to push him away. The panic spread
through me again as Todd prevented my release. I felt my saliva oozing out
of my mouth, flowing down my chin like a river, wetting his crotch. I
opened my eyes for a split second and could see I was still a few inches
away from his groin.

Todd let go of me and I recoiled backwards. I felt myself bursting into
tears but knew it wouldn't bother Todd in the slightest; he would just
carry on feeding his huge cock into my mouth cunt. I resolved to keep
control of my emotions reminding myself that I wanted this more than
anything in the world.

Todd shuffled forwards and slapped his cock against my bottom lip. "Come
on! Again!"  He said hurriedly. I began sucking again in the gentle novice
way that I was comfortable with.

"No, no, no!" He barked. "You've got to take it all, you're sucking it like
a little girl" Once again his hands grabbed at my hair.

"No!" I screeched. "Let me do it!" Trying to at least gain a little bit of
control.

"Go on then. Take it all." He said sternly. I engulfed his cock with my
mouth once more and slowly began sliding my lips towards his crotch. I
reached the point of gagging and shot back again.

"Go on, do it." Todd insisted. My mouth slipped along his cock once more. I
grabbed at his buttocks and pulled myself in toward him. His cock hit the
back of my throat again. I gripped tight, ramming myself down on his cock
as the sound of muffled choking and spluttered filled the room.

"Good!" Said Todd, seemingly delighted to see me almost choke on his
cock. I shot back after a few seconds unable to take any more. "Do it
again." He insisted.

I knew I'd have to do it or he'd just manhandle me again. I buried my face
down on his cock once more. He pushed my head down again as the gooey
saliva flowed from my mouth. I stayed there desperately trying to control
my gagging and choking. He yanked my head off his cock, and pulled it back
to look up at him.

"Go on, one more time. Go for the record." I spat down on his cock, trying
to make it easier to swallow. Then I began sliding down it again; quickly
this time. I sucked down on it, as far as I could go, as far as I felt was
physically possible. "Hold it." Todd ordered. I stayed there, desperate to
back away. "Hold it."

I could take no more and fell back collapsing on the floor. I sat there
slumped in a heap, coughing and spluttering, feeling the saliva dripping
down from my chin onto my body.

"Ok." barked Todd. "You're nowhere near throating this cock and you're
doing it wrong." He jumped up onto the bed and knelt there. Impatiently he
pulled me up alongside him. "Do you want to throat this cock?" He asked.

I shook my head, no longer interested.

"Tough shit boy all good blow boys can do it. Time to learn how to throat a
cock, Go back." He instructed. "You've got to be stretching forward with
your chin in line with your neck, otherwise your throat isn't straight. Now
suck."

A rough hand grabbed my hair as I tentatively leant forwards. My gapping
mouth fell on Todd's member. "Now," Said Todd. "When you hit the limit,
keep on like you're swallowing something and it'll slide right in."

Two hands pulled me down onto him. The cock hit the back of my
throat. Desperately I tried to swallow like he said. I was swallowing over
and over again. His hands released me and I instantly shot backwards. A
trail of the thickest, gooiest, saliva suspended from my mouth to the shaft
of Todd's cock.



















"Again! Quickly!" Todd Ordered, his hands already pulling me into position
as his dick tunneled into my mouth I remembered to keep my tongue under his
cock and to swallow hard as he plugged my gullet. I could see the base of
his shaft edging closer. Somehow I was swallowing his cock, deeper and
deeper into my throat. I tried to swallow again as the tip of my nose
brushed against his dark pubic hair. His hands released me again and I shot
back. A glass full of thick gooey saliva poured from my mouth. I panted
desperate for breath.

"Again!" Todd shouted. I grabbed onto his wrists to try to fend him off.

"No, please. Don't pull me. I'll try to do it" I pleaded. "Then do it
boy. Nose to the pubes. Do it now!"

I leaned forward and took his prick into my mouth once more. I didn't want
to do it but he was so forceful and I did want to please him. It was better
that I have some control. I pushed my face down onto him and as I started
to gag I made sure to make the swallowing motion over and over. Todd let
out a deep groan. Slowly my face edged down towards him, his hard cock
entering down inside my throat.

I took his length as far as possible, my nose just being tickled by the
ends of his dark hair. I held the position for a second before recoiling
back. Todd's dick was now slick with saliva. He got off the chair and
motioned me over to a cot. "Lie down here." He ordered. "On your back, Head
here." He pointed.

As I coughed and swallowed to remove the feeling from my throat Todd
wrenched me into position. I was lying naked on the bed now with my head
hung over the edge, looking upside down across the room. I watched him from
my inverted view; he approached my head, placed his hands on my face. He
knelt down on one knee. I could see his cock right in front of my face; it
looked huge and angry.

"Now time to get serious." He said. "Open wide!" I did as he said. Brutally
he plunged his cock into my mouth, inching it down my throat. My whole body
spasmed as I twisted and turned furiously to get away but he held me down,
pinning me by holding my arms down.

I tried jumped off the cot, coughing, choking and feeling like I was going
to be sick. Todd scooped me up with one arm and threw me back on the
cot. He wrestled with my arms pulling me back in to position for this
depraved deep-throat exercise. I fought back but was easily
overpowered. Tears welled up and began streaming from my eyes as I realized
there was no getting away; I had signed up for this and couldn't back out.

"Open your mouth." He ordered. My face screwed up with anguish and
tears. When would it stop? "Please, I can't do it. Please." I pleaded.

"Open your mouth boy, you can do it!" He barked angrily. He held down my
body with his powerful arms, leaning over me using his full body
weight. His cock nuzzled against the tightly closed lips of my upside down
head.

"Open your mouth!" He screamed again. Tentatively I began to relax my
jaw. Todd leaned forward, feeding me his cock. It slipped deep down inside
my throat. His hands held me tight. I knew that struggling was futile so
submitted to this sexual torture. Desperately I tried to remember to
swallow. Saliva poured down from my mouth, into my nose, down to my
hair. Todd's balls nestled against my face. Slowly he pulled out. I gasped
and coughed. I had done it; his cock was in my gullet.

"One more time." Todd said with a slight tenderness. I felt his dense cock
just lying limp onto my lips.

Silently I opened wide allowing him to continue using me for his pleasure,
using my mouthcunt. His slick cock slid slowly down into the depths of my
throat. He held it for a moment then bucked his hips a few times. Suddenly
he let out a loud groan. He pulled out, his cock slick with bubbling
saliva. I saw the trail of cum oozing from my mouth to the tip of his
cock. Just as I began to taste his sperm, he pumped his cock with his fist
and a second load shot out onto my face. I lay on the bed, feeling it slide
down my cheek.

I lay naked on the bed, my face and hair wet with a mix of saliva and
semen. I croaked and swallowed, trying to get rid of the feeling in my
throat. For the first time since it had begun, I had time to breathe
without an erect cock being shoved into my mouth. At that moment, I just
felt glad for the respite. His cock was again at my lips; I moved forward
and took it all until his balls were sitting on my eyes. I could do this,
take a man right to the hilt. I had dreamed about it in my fantasies; being
taken by a Fatcocked masculine, uncaring man. Having him brutally use me as
his dick toy for his own selfish pleasure. It really didn't seem to matter
much to either of us whether I was enjoying it or not.

"See boy, you can do it. You'll soon be able to take a horse cock without
choking. Every time you're faced with a big long cock now you'll know you
can take it. Men love the feeling of a cocksucker's throat muscles
contracting around his cockhead as he punches through. Those throat spasms
feel great; you'll make a lot of guys very happy."

"You know that you were put on this earth to please cock, now you can do it
the way every man wants to be serviced."

I was happy, not everyone could take a cock right to the balls. I felt
content.

"That Mark is how it'll work; I bet we'll soon have to expand this school
operation, money will pour in and our customers will be very happy."

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Mark was happy with my initial passes towards a greatly enhanced business
that would please our dual customer base and our bottom line. It would take
time and effort to meld these ideas into concrete, concise operations. We
had developed the template of a completely new business that was audacious
in its scope. I felt good about my work.