Date: Wed, 2 Jul 2014 15:15:55 -0400
From: dave stout <dodge1191@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Training the Submissive" 1

The training of the Submissive

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Cast: Kyle / Sir, owner-----Chrissy / me, Kyle's slutboy-------Bob, Kyle's
college friend-------Webb, Bob's young, college bound young son

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EXCERPT:

"Did you know that the ruling class in the 14th century had what they
called "cock-tenders)? I think you'll fit into that role. There's no
romance with me here; I tell you what to do and you obey me. Right now I
want you licking my balls as we talk; I bet your also wondering just how my
big cock will feel in your throat, wondering if you'll you be able to
accommodate it?  You're in a situation now that is just what you want and
you'll get lots of the cocks you've dreamed of to scratch that need. It's
all very simple if you think about it; there are people born to be served
and others born to serve. You know what you are and what'll make you
happy. Why don't you take just my cockhead in your mouth and just suckle it
now?"

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The eager Trainee:

I scurried out to the Master's bedroom; it was time to wake him. I knelt
down next to the bed and gently peeled back his covers. Master liked to
have his balls licked as he woke up. I always licked the ball sweat in his
crotch nice and clean before I began sucking his cock. The underside of my
Master's balls are very sensitive and I licked them gingerly loving the
musky, nasty taste. My tongue lifted them up as I licked and felt those
big, beautiful balls rubbing on my nose. I then began a nice, slow suck
using my lips to massage his big cock. Master was awake now and pushing
himself off the bed; he pulled my face down deep onto his cock just once
then pulled me off and stumbled into the bath. This gave me the time to
ruminate on how I had been contracted out to service this man.

I remembered how he had explained my role in his household. When your mouth
is full of cock you must take it right down to that thick root at it's base
then use your tongue to give his balls a quick lick before you use the flat
of your tongue to press against that cock root muscle as you suck up and
down his cock; the only reason cocksuckers have a tongue is to pleasure a
prick or lick a man's balls. You'll have to always remember that the closer
you can get to making your mouth into a pulsing, wet, throbbing cunt the
more you'll please the alpha-male fucking your mouth. You're in the service
business and cocksucking is your main function in life.

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Remembering back to my training:

I remembered back to how it all started. I was just another of those lost
young men who hadn't yet come fully to term with his sexuality. I was on my
own and work was hard to get. I had recently stumbled into a video-store
that had a glory hole in one of the booths. I was both elated and scared
but as I looked through the hole I saw a guy slowly jacking his cock in the
next booth. My first thought was to get the hell out of there but the
stronger urge to service that big, dripping cock took over as I knelt down
and put my mouth against the hole in the plywood. I sucked him off like his
cock was the tastiest thing ever to hit my mouth; I had to admit to myself
that it felt just wonderful. The cummy taste in my mouth was a reminder of
what I had just done as I headed out.

When I left the video store the guy was waiting for me. He introduced
himself as Mike and actually invited me for a sandwich at a diner down the
street. To this day I don't quite know why I accepted although I was
hungry. I related that I was new in town and needed to find work soon
before my money ran out. Over a second cup of coffee he outlined what he
called an opportunity for me.

Mike was sympathetic as he said, "It must be hard to be alone and out of
work; I can see that you were very hungry. I can help you if you've got an
open mind. I recruit for an organization that could use some new employees
and I think you might fit the bill. You just sucked my cock and did it with
an eagerness that I find admirable. The question is simple; do you want a
nice paying job that I think fits your personality or not. Our organization
is like a co-op with people who are both clients and owners."

I had to chuckle to myself with the shear absurdity of this calm job offer
from a man who had just filled my mouth with his cum. "I'm very interested,
tell me more I replied."

He slyly smiled as he said, "I thought you would be interested. Our group
provides personal servants to well off individuals that enjoy being
pampered. These boys perform a very personal service; it's much like a
barber or pedicurist. We typically assign a Girl or Guy to an outcall for a
two week to two month contract period. The client can be either a single
women or man or a couple. The service providers we recruit are people like
you who are naturally docile and eager to please. Our clients are well-off,
demanding and used to being serviced by eager submissives. I think that's
you; I think you're one of those guys who really is happiest when he's
pleasing someone. Quite a few of our clients want a male servant simply
because the humiliation factor is higher and that's fun. The only question
left is whether you want to get paid for it?"

I didn't take more than a minute to answer, "Yes Sir, I'm very interested
in how this all works; I certainly could use the money."

With just a slight chuckle he continued, "If I've read you right the money
won't be the main reason you'll fit right into our organization. That
brings up a major question for you to ponder; you've sucked my cock so we
know you're a cocksucker but how do you feel about being a personal slave?
It's very likely that you'll be contracted out to a man who wants the full
service that slave holders in antiquity enjoyed. The question is are you
just an average gay guy or are you a real submissive who gets off on
letting himself go and just sinks into his role of personal slave. Think
about it; are you a person who just wants to service a man regardless of
what the task is? It's an important question. There's no question that
you'll spend a lot of time serving in the bathroom and licking ass."

I had to think about it; what was the real reason I sought out guys to suck
off? Was I interested in cock or interested in the humiliation of servicing
a guy's cock? In the end I had to admit that what I enjoyed was the
humiliation of it all and that it would actually be more intense if I
thought of myself as owned by a guy. Kinda being consigned and having to
service him would certainly provide the intense feelings of submission that
I needed. As I said "Yes Sir, that's what I want." After I actually spoke
and admitted this to myself I felt just a little freer.

Mike smiled his I know what you are smirk and said, "You've taken a big
step here son; it's not easy to come to terms with who and what you
are. I've got the perfect guy for you; he knows exactly how he wants to be
served and isn't afraid to demand it of his servants. Even more important,
in the past he's enjoyed breaking in a new sub. You've got a lot to learn
and this first contract will get you on the right road. The contract is for
three months as a houseboy. You'll be paid $12,000 at the end. Like all of
our organization's dealings they promise you no permanent harm. Actually
our group enjoys the use of girls and boys who want to serve; few of our
customers want to have to continually force their servants. A docile,
natural submissive is much more fun to lead into the degradation they
need. Just sign here."

Of course I signed with a surprisingly shaky hand; this was a very big
step. I was all in now and I guess in my heart of heart I felt relieved to
be free of the search for myself. I was provided with a train ticket and an
address; I was quite literally on my way and continually considered just
what I was on my way to.

The trip ended a full day of travel at a very large, stone wall around a
huge house. I didn't have any time after I knocked to think about much
before I was on his way through the door and into a dimly lit, plush office
study. A tall man motioned me to my knees with a flourish of hands. The man
was on a phone and talking about a vacation; he just ignored me for a few
minutes. He was well over six feet with a little paunch, reddish hair and
about 45 years old.

As I looked around I could see that the large study was full of dark walnut
panels and carpets that seemed as thick as a baby's crib mattress, plush
indeed. The man hung up and said. "Well, well, you're a little early; let's
take a look at my new boy. You're kind of a scrawny little guy aren't you?
That's just the way I like them, skinny, submissive and docile."

The man who I assumed was to be my new Master had me get off my knees and
stand up. He was smiling broadly as he spoke, "My name is Kyle but you're
to call me Sir."

He was wearing a tan, silk bath robe and had a cocktail in his hand. I was
astonished when he fixed me one too. We sat down facing each other in wide
leather chairs and talked about things like the weather and my trip to his
house. As we made small talk his robe gradually parted and his large
genital package became quite visible, I couldn't stop looking and he made
no attempt to shield them from my eyes. He was very well hung, as the
saying goes and his circumcised cock wasn't totally soft yet it wasn't
fully erect either. It had to be almost 6" long and it was of sizable girth
also. There's something quite erotic about a long, half-hard penis! His
balls were full, low hanging and pink with that reddish complexion common
to Scotch, English heritage. I tried to avoid looking at the display of his
magnificent equipment, but it was difficult to not occasional glance at his
big prong; I had to admit I was a bit jealous; I only had a quite slender
4" prick and much smaller balls.

My thoughts were interrupted; Sir had resumed talking. "I realize that when
you're just starting out it takes an act of courage to admit just what you
are. You indicated in your application profile that you were really quite
inexperienced and had just started sucking cock; you needn't worry, I'll
teach you. This training will be rigorous and will probably confuse you at
times. I want you to know that contrary to what you might expect from a
Master, you can bring any questions you might have to me and I will do my
best to help you understand. There's a stigma that comes with being a
cocksucker but you'll come to understand that cocksucker's fill a valuable
place in male hierarchy. I want you to keep in mind that every male falls
into one of two groups; he is either straight or homosexual. If he's
homosexual he's either dominant or submissive. Every one of the dominant
bunch has one thing on his mind. A dominant male is always thinking about
having a warm, wet mouth to stuff his cock in.

The submissive male on the other hand lives to be dominated and
humiliated. He's ready to hand control over his life to a real man or
Master. He rightly feels his place is on his knees before a man's crotch. A
true sub-boy fights a constant urge to service a man's cock with his
mouth. Boys like you want to please the cock's owner by showing him how low
he will go to bring pleasure to the cock. Cock will always rule the
cocksucker's life whether he knows or acknowledges it or not."

"You should know that our little organization was started by some wealthy
people that only wanted to relax and be serviced in any way they want much
like it was in ancient Rome for the elite ruling classes. It took us a
while to find out that eager, happy submissives made much better
cocksuckers. I'm using the word cocksucker but you understand that you'll
be servicing much more of me than my cock; from your application I know
you're good with this but we have to just be sure. I'm sure you noticed
that our slave boys have to be volunteers, no kidnapping or coercion for
us. The men serving in our organization think only of pleasing the man
they're servicing and are excited by the shear humiliation of it all. A boy
like you, well to use biker-bar vernacular, you'll become their bitch."

"I'm telling you this so we can work towards your acceptance of who and
what you are. If you're really a cocksucker there's nothing you can do to
stop that urge from controlling your entire life. Fighting it will only
cause you misery and discontent. You'll never be satisfied with your life
not matter how successful or rich you are unless you acknowledge that you
were born to serve better men."

"We'll put you right, smack into the "service industry" he said with a wide
smile."

Was he right? Was my place between a man's legs, kneeling to suck on his
cock? I had to admit that these explicit thoughts he was telling me had me
very excited. I didn't want to get up and leave, I wanted to go ahead with
this. Maybe I was the submissive, cocksucker he was describing. The
thoughts of cock and balls to serve certainly made me excited.

Sir continued, "You're starting on a difficult journey boy; I'll help you
through it but you've got to just let yourself go and trust me. If you
trust me and accept your position you'll find yourself in the happiest
place you've ever been. During your training you'll not be abused and I
think you'll find me quite friendly yet demanding. Has long as you realize
your place is sucking cock you'll find that learning the skills of a
personal slave is enjoyable; you will want to please. Acceptance of your
role in life will free you to serve alpha males with the skill and
eagerness that they deserve."

I thought to myself that he might be right; I was very hot and already
thinking of myself as a slave boy.

"It's time to take your clothes off now boy, strip down while I'm
talking. You'll soon be performing the acts you've been fantasying
about. I'll lead you through them; all you have to do is obey me. It's been
our experience that boys like you make much better personal slaves after
they've accepted their place in life and therefore only think of the cock
in their mouth or the ass crack they have to lick; your owners crotch
becomes the center of your existence. Let's see what you look like now."

It's very embarrassing to strip naked while a man you've just met watches
you. My stiff little cock gave me away; I was very excited, there was no
hiding it. Sir got up and slowly circled me. He had me clasp my hands
behind my head and open my mouth as he pushed his fingers into it. Without
thinking I ran my tongue over his fingers feeling more like a slave boy
than ever. He cupped my balls and laughed at my little cock calling it more
of a cockette. I was told to bend over and spread my ass cheeks; it
couldn't be more humiliating, I guessed that that was the actually the idea
as he commented on my little ass-bud and how it would need
stretching. Finally I was directed to kneel in front of him as he sat down.

"You have to understand that I'm used to being pampered and expect the
best; I'll be patient with you but you will service me the way I desire,
whenever I desire. You've said you want to learn to be a personal
slave. You'll find that it's actually very personal and if you're able to
let yourself go and free your mind you'll find that you fit in perfectly.

Did you know that the ruling class in the 14th century had what they called
"cock-tenders)? I think you'll fit into that role. There's no romance with
me here; I tell you what to do and you obey me. Right now I want you
licking my balls as we talk; I bet your also wondering just how my big cock
will feel in your throat, wondering if you'll you be able to accommodate
it?  You're in a situation now that is just what you want and you'll get
lots of the cocks you've dreamed of to scratch that need. It's all very
simple if you think about it; there are people born to be served and others
born to serve. You know what you are and what'll make you happy. Why don't
you take just my cockhead in your mouth and just suckle it now?"

His cockhead was thick and stretched my mouth as it entered through my
lips. It felt good.

"Many of my friends enjoy having a boy like you visit their home or
business to service them and of course you'll find the mystery and
anticipation of a blind date with another alpha male owner exciting. I keep
referring to myself and friends as owners and it's true; the members of our
organization own you just as if they had purchased you at a slave
market. You'll be a possession like furniture or a prized pet. "

His big, purplish cockhead stretched my mouth out but it did feel good to
be swishing my tongue around it. Sir grabbed the side of my head and pulled
me off his cock as he said, "you'll get more cock in a minute, right now I
want you to get used to my crotch, its feel and smell. Get in close and
sniff my balls, use your nose to lift them and look at the skin under
them. Just get used to your owner's essence and think about your role as my
cocksucker. It's what you've always wanted to be."

It felt strange to slowly sniff and gaze upon his cock and balls; usually I
just plunged right in and sucked on it. Sir's crotch had that musty, sweet,
sour locker room odor, very manly, I liked it.

Sir said, "for a boy like you there's nothing that quite smells like
man-crotch eh, take a big whiff, smells good to you eh?"

The scent was actually intoxicating to me as I snaked my nose farther into
his crotch and up under his balls.

"Sir was getting a bit inpatient as he spoke, "I know you've sucked a man's
cock before and I'm sure you think you're good at it but in my house we
like to train boys in the fine art of cock-worship. There's a ritual
involved that as you learn it will bring your skill level to that of an
art.

You know our little organization isn't interested in beating our boys into
submission; it's much better to train a docile boy to willingly serve his
betters; an eager cocksucker sucks so much better. We'll start pretty much
at the beginning. It's time for me to show you just where you fit into the
big picture. It'll be a little uncomfortable for you but at the end of the
day you'll be a master cocksucker. I'll fasten your hands behind your back
only because that'll make it more difficult for you to perform but we've
found that it reinforces just where you fit in the house hierarchy and
never fails to concentrate a novice slave boy on his most important role."

My new Master fully opened his robe showing his entire crotch and that
Magnificent hard cock. "This cock is your real Master, serving the cocks of
alpha males was what you were born for if you're a true submissive slave. I
think it's what you've been seeking your entire life. Go ahead lick the
head, let's see your tongue boy."

I stuck out my tongue and gently ran it across that soft, purplish cock
Head; I was very conscious that he was watching me.

"Consider this as another little test boy, you'll find it quite a bit more
difficult to blow me without using your hands, let's see how you do."

I leaned in and felt that now familiar feeling as the rubbery cockhead
entered my mouth and with my wrists cuffed behind me I couldn't repress a
little shudder.

"For now just nurse on the cockhead, without your hands you're helpless in
front of your owner; this should free you to serve his needs without any
question, you have no choice, get used to that lack of choice."

I realized that he was right; I felt free and much more like a slave
completely under my Master's control. The freedom to service him without
choice or thought did seem to free me.

"Think about it as you suck my cock, once you're on your knees you're owed
no real consideration or respect from the man using you for his
pleasure. The fact is He's a real man and you're but another slave
cocksucker, an object of pleasure, a thing like a pet. A lot of cocksuckers
wish that they were not what they are and many try to deny the reality of
it but a true submissive will revel in his humiliation. Slave Cocksuckers
might look like men, after all, they have a sort-of dick between their legs
like men, and they act like men sometimes except when it comes to sex. But
a cocksucker's dick is really only for pissing. He needs another man's cock
to obtain the pleasure normal males get from their own cocks. So you
surrender yourself to your owner in order to be fulfilled. You kneel and
submit to your superior offering yourself for his pleasure. If he takes you
up on your offer, you get the supreme honor of sucking his cock and finally
feeling sexually whole while he uses you."

He was right, on my knees sucking gently on his cock reinforced my role
here, I knew that to him I was just an object like a chair or sink, to be
used and forgotten.

Sir continued, "Slave cocksuckers exist only to use their mouth cunt to
give men pleasure. You drew the short straw in life, you're a cocksucker,
not quite fully a man and belonging on your knees servicing your
owner. It's indeed your lot. Obviously you've reached the point where you
know what you are, a submissive cocksucker. You're really just a way for a
real man to enjoy his prick; A means to an end, indeed a cunt with a
tongue."

"At our club the ladies will use you as a bidet lapping a man's cum out of
their cunt until it's nice and clean. If you're very lucky the lady might
piss in your mouth. In any event you'll feel your best when your mouth is
full of cum or piss and your owner smiles and gives you a pat on the head
to signify that you've pleased him."

It's difficult to describe the thoughts that his very frank assessment of
my position triggered in my head. I was angry, excited and accepting, all
at the same time. In any event I continued sucking on his cock head, like a
baby on a binky, as I had been ordered; this must be what I was put on the
earth to do, it felt so very right.

"It's time now for you to get a real-time feel for just what your new role
will be. Suck me off now, make me cum, show me what you can do."

I began a slow and steady sucking on his thick cock. It stretched my lips
as wide as they had ever been. He was right it was much more difficult
sucking a cock without using your hands; it made me concentrate on using my
lips and tongue to service him. I was trying hard to please but must have
fallen short as Master grabbed my head and forced his prick deep into my
throat opening. I gagged and gagged as he held my face tight into his
balls. My eyes were watering as he slowly pulled my head up on his cock
until only his cockhead rested on my lips. I was gasping and coughing but
kept that big cockhead in my mouth as he lightly patted my cheeks.

"That's Ok boy, not to bad for your first time. You've been sucking cock
like a little girl until now; it's time for you to learn how men want their
cocksucker to perform. Suck me off again and I suggest that as I begin
forcing your throat you swallow; it'll ease entry into your throat."

Once again he used his hands to stroke my head, like you would a puppy, up
and down I went on his cock going a little farther each time. I was aware
that he was now actually using my mouth to jerk himself off. He told me to
take a breath and swallow as he plunged into my throat. I gagged but it was
a bit better as he pulled out again. My mouth was spewing saliva like a
gusher; I kinda sensed he was close as his cock swelled even larger. His
cockhead rested on my tongue as he spurted out creamy, Salty cum.

"Don't swallow boy, just let it fill your mouth then squish it
around. It'll help you get used to the taste of man-cum. You'll soon feel
out of sorts if you don't have an after taste of cum in your mouth. "I
liked the taste and as I looked at his face and that sly smirk I felt every
bit the slave he wanted me to be.

"Ok boy swallow my cock juice down." I gulped it down and licked my lips
clean. I didn't have to be told, remembering what he had told me, and began
licking his sticky, softening prick off. As I looked up at him, Sir gave me
that little, "I know what you are" smirk of his as he said; "that wasn't
too bad for your first session but we've got to work on your
throat-service; you've got to be able to throat a cock of any size, it's
what we want and there'll be no half measures allowed. We'll teach you to
take a cock right into your gullet, hell; you'll be able to swallow a
horse-cock when we're done."

Sir gave me a little booklet to study saying that, "you need to study this
and fully understand that you must willfully submit to your owners whatever
they want for they know what's best for you. This will help you ease into
the role you were born for."


Training the Submissive 2: The Service Manifesto

You've been given this booklet because we think you'll be an adequate body
slave for our "Club" members when you're full trained. In order to clearly
embrace your role as a service provider 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 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 booklet is a pleasant "talking point" that a cocksucker can use
to outline the services he's proficient at. It's also true that talking
frankly and explicitly about servicing a man is very exciting to both the
alpha-male and his submissive.

An example of the thought process you will adopt, "As a cocksucker I now
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 my
feeder along with his generosity in allowing me to gain nourishment from
his manhood."

I must always keep the real facts of life in mind. "In the reality of life
there are superior men and 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 true place in life, kneeling between his legs. I was born to
be a cocksucker and can only be content when humiliating myself by
worshipping the cock of my feeder-owner."

I have no needs other than his 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 the alpha-male feeder.  I have to be very ready to accept my feeder's
thick semen.  It's my nourishment, my manna, my job to be his cum
receptacle in any manner that he requires."

"I give my feeder my best for this is what he deserves for allowing me to
nourish myself on the head of his prick. I promise to maintain such focus
on his cock knowing that his pleasure has to become the center of my
universe.

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

"I accept that my feeder is allowed to say whatever he wants or call me
whatever name he thinks appropriate while I am pleasuring him. I'll show my
addiction and need for his cock and cum by begging for it if need be, for a
Cocksucker has no standing as a real man, no pride or dignity."

"He's welcome to make my mouth a willing and anxious hole for his warm,
nourishing semen as I will swallow my Feeder's cum with pride.  I must
learn every nuance of his cock and what pleasures him the most then meekly
surrender to deep-throating, surrender to face-fucking, surrender to
multiple cocks or offering to be used as his urinal."

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

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

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

"The consequences in breaking this contract will result in my spiritual,
sexual, and physical starvation; I will be denied the pleasure of servicing
my owner's cock. I was put on this earth to serve and only performing as a
happy cocksucker fulfills me."


Previous:

"Don't swallow boy, just let it fill your mouth then squish it
around. It'll help you get used to the taste of a man's cum. You'll soon
feel out of sorts if you don't have a constant after taste of cum in your
mouth. Did you like it?"

"I liked the taste Sir, thank you for cumming in my mouth hole" I said and
as I looked at his face and that sly smirk I felt every bit the slave he
wanted me to be.

"Ok boy swallow my cock juice down." I gulped it down and licked my lips
clean. I didn't have to be told, remembering what he had told me, and began
licking his softening prick off.

As I think back on my training I realize how incredibly lucky I was to have
been accepted into Sir's service. He gently and firmly taught me my
place. His explanations of how to serve were spot-on. He took it slow with
me and was always free with an explanation of "the correct way" to service
your owner.

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A new Day, another new skill:

Sir called me into the big bathroom; as I now knew how I should behave I
entered and fell to my knees on the cold tile, just as I had been
taught. The room was huge and full of unusual bath furniture. He was
sitting on this odd looking chair reading. After a short time he
acknowledged me and began talking in his soft, deep, authoritative voice;
"we're going to advance your training today and I think I'll begin with a
nice, slow rim job. In case you haven't already realized what that is,
that's when a cocksucker like you uses his tongue to pleasure his owner; he
licks his owner's ass crack, it's one of the most relaxing sensations
available when you have a boy slobbering up and down your ass crack with
his hot, wet tongue. The chair I'm sitting on is called a rim-chair and it
allows me to relax in comfort with my ass crack spread open just like I'm
sitting on a toilet. While I read and shed the stress of the day you'll be
underneath licking my asshole. There really isn't a nicer way to spend an
hour or so. But first, since you're a newbie and I promised you I'd lead
you into your training I'll give you a good look so you can contemplate
just how your tongue will feel in my ass crack."

With that, Sir just got up and turned around, bending over and telling me
to spread his ass-cheeks and take a good long look at the deep crack my
tongue would soon be swabbing out. As I gently parted his cheeks I looked
into the crevice and could see the crinkled, little hole deep down. There
was a strong, musky, man smell that I didn't find really unpleasant. I
could hear him now, "ok son, when I sit down I want you to use that fat,
wet tongue of yours to lap up and down my ass crack, especially around my
asshole. Don't get any ideas though; The only thing that goes into my
asshole is a boy's wet tongue. Get to it now son."

I had plenty of room to slide under Sir's ass because he was about four
inches higher than my face; I wondered how this would work when I suddenly
sensed that he was lowering down onto me. The chair adjusted; he had
thought of everything.

I moved into position under Sir's butt and it smelled warm and good with
heavy musty male body odors. I very tentatively started to lick up and down
the entire ass crack then centered my tongue onto the hole and cleaned it
good all around the outside. I concentrated on the rosebud and cleaned it
nicely. It tasted like Sir's body smelled, clean, strong, and male. I never
experienced so many new experiences before. My mind was spinning as the
humiliation washed over me; my tongue was an ass wipe; how had this
happened?

I heard Sir urging me on, "That feels great boy, now get that tongue in
that hole and clean it out good. You're now a slave-boy and ass-licking is
always required. There's room for you to spread my butt with your hands and
my asshole with your thumbs to get that tongue up there as far as you can."

I did as ordered. I spread his ass cheeks and sunk my tongue into his
asshole as deep as I could get it. Sir began to moan and move his butt to
fuck my tongue with his ass. I got some of the best flavors I have ever
tasted that day. I cleaned every bit of his hole and loved it.

I did wonder what was happening to me.  A few days before I wouldn't have
considered doing anything like that to anyone and here I was cleaning out
this man's asshole; I was acting as eager as very the first pig to the
trough. I did have to admit to myself that I was content as I sucked on his
hole with pleasure.

On another day:

I was once again kneeling on the cold tile floor of my owner's
bathroom. Sir had told me that there was nothing more erotic for a boy like
me than a bathroom and he was right; I shivered with shame and anticipation
as my knees hit the tile. It was exciting being in my owner's most private
place, the room where he showered, defecated and pissed in. My role here
had been explained by Sir in great detail over the last few days.

"It won't be very long now and you'll have your first taste of piss; it's a
service that your owners enjoy and you'll find that it'll help you
understand just what your status is. Every time you look at my cock think
about that big piss-slit and how it'll soon spew out my warm, pungent piss
into your mouth; think about it and get ready. When my cock is in your
mouth and you run the tip of your tongue through my piss slit think about
that slit widening as my piss spews out into your mouth cunt."

Once he had described this new task I had to master, it played out in my
head just as he had told me it would. At first it seemed a dirty and
degrading proposition but as I thought it through I came to accept it as
inevitable. It was what Sir wanted and by extension what I had to accept.

Just as he had described it the thought of urinal training floated through
my head every time his cock was in my mouth. Now it was finally my time; my
thoughts had centered around this new task for days now and the humiliation
of just thinking of this actually gave me a hardon. In the end when it was
time I actually was looking forward to it.

It was Time:

My owner was laughing as he took hold of my head and pushed his big cock
head into my mouth. "Just let that cockhead lay across your tongue then
close your lips to form a nice tight seal. I know you're new to this so
I'll piss slowly until you get used to it. Just swallow till I'm done, I
know what you can handle, trust me. I'll give you a couple of minutes now
so you can think about what you're about to do" he told me.

I knew what was coming but wanted to make my Master proud and anyway in my
state of arousal his words didn't raise the sense of revulsion I should
otherwise have felt. In fact, I was now anxious to experience this man's
piss flooding my mouth; it was the next step and I wanted so much to please
him. The thought process that Sir had fostered had put my head halfway
between eager and resigned and the weighty cock on my tongue only added
punctuation to my inevitable humiliation; I suddenly felt the first few
drops.

"That's it son, keep your lips nice and tight on my cockhead for your first
taste. Here comes another little spurt for you, keep it in your mouth,
swish it around, get used to my taste but don't swallow yet."

His little spurt filled my mouth with warm, salty piss. I didn't swallow,
holding it in my cheeks. "Ok Son, now that you've a mouthful I want you to
look me in the eyes and squish the piss around with your tongue; I want you
to get used to the taste of my piss; it's what I want."

I looked up at his face; he had that smirking, taunting look in his eyes
again; I was now his urinal, nothing more than a piss-boy. I felt the
humiliation of it all washing over me like a monster wave. It felt
wonderful and terrible all at the same time. I absolutely knew I belonged
here and that scared me.

Sir quickened his pace with longer streams of piss. He would tap my head
when he wanted me to swallow (Flush?). It certainly bought home my place; I
was now a fixture in the bathroom to be used when needed. It didn't matter,
it was what he wanted. As he finished Sir had me stir my mouthful of piss
with my tongue, stirring it with an open mouth, showing it to him
proudly. It was what he wanted.

Another day, another learning opportunity:

I was suckling on Sir's cock as he read, he liked to stay right on the edge
of cumming and I had learned to read his signs. He put his book down and
said, "You're now my bitch son, you like to serve me and I like the
ultimate relaxation of having a cocksucker make love to my cock; it's all
good. You've no choice because your nature makes you a cocksucker without a
say in anything that happens to please me. During our long sessions your
there strictly to suck my cock and lick my balls, to serve, service,
please, pleasure and amuse me with your pussy-mouth. You've learned that
you get absolutely nothing in return except for a big load of warm, sticky
cum in your mouth. You were created to serve and eat my big wad of jism."

His words spurred me on; My lips were stretched wide over his cock as I
began moving my head back and forth, up and down over his magnificent cock,
each time pushing more and more of his hot cock-meat into my eager mouth.

Sir was saying, "Open your eyes and look at me as you suck my cock, I want
to see those nice, thick cocksucker lips wrapped around my cock." I was now
sucking as hard as I could; I was hot for him to make me his cum-dump. I
heard a door open in the background and abruptly started to pull off of
Sir's cock. I was rewarded with a very forceful slap across my face.

"No, no, boy, keep your attention on my cock; that's where your thoughts
and efforts belong, keep sucking son. Hi, Jason, I'm glad you came over;
it'll give me a chance to show off my new cocksucker. It's his first time
in front of someone and an audience will be good for him. It's always kind
of a stretch for these boys to service their man with an audience. The
first time is tough for them; they've already surrendered to their urge to
submit and now a spectator is added. It's like their shy about letting
others know they really are just a cocksucker."

I looked up at Sir as I continued to service his cock, I had well over five
inches of thick cock in my mouth and I was running my tongue over the head
of his cock each time I sucked it in. I could feel it bump against the back
of my mouth and I gagged as it pushed against my throat opening. I pulled
off of his cock and then pushed back in again. I was careful not to take it
too deep. I ran my tongue over it and bathed with my saliva making it
easier for the big cock to slide easier between my lips.

I began to pull it out and then back in, my tongue running over the head as
my lips sucked hard on his cock.  I could hear Sir making small talk with
this Jason person in the background. It was quite surreal; I was
worshipping his cock while he talked about the weather and baseball. I
began to really enjoy the hot cock in my mouth. I could feel it throbbing
around in my mouth and having an audience actually made me even more aware
of my role as a cocksucker; I didn't think it was possible to be more
humiliated.

Sir cupped my head in his hands and pulled me off his prick as he said,
"Put Your hands down to your sides and don't move them. I want to fuck your
face, show Jason what fun a guy can have training a cocksucker. Relax and
breathe through your nose and it'll be much easier for you. I'll enjoy it
either way. You're going to have to learn to swallow all eight inches of my
cock and now's as good a time as any. I don't care if you choke and gag,
you'll just have to get used to taking it deep into your throat. I already
told you that there will be no half-measures here."

I was very apprehensive as he used his hands and gripped my head very
tightly. I knew He was watching as I hesitantly dropped my hands to my side
with my fists clenched in anxious anticipation. I really felt the
helplessness of submission now; I was naked on my knees before my owner,
waiting for his cock to plunge thru my lips. While all the time a stranger
looked on at my submission. Sir rubbed his cockhead over my lips and I just
naturally opened my mouth to welcome it as Sir and Jason watched.

I felt my owner's large hands gripping my head ever tighter and I knew that
I was now powerless to stop him from fucking my mouth; I wasn't even sure I
didn't Want the mouth fuck. I remember thinking that this would surely be a
gentle act, not a brutal fucking. Sir had been so patient and understanding
in my training so far. I felt my head being pulled forward as his thick
cock entered my mouth deeper than ever before.

"AAAHHH," I gagged as the cock pushed against the back of my throat.

"AAAHHH," I cried out again, as Sir pulled it out and then plunged it back
in again, forcing me to gag.  Tears began falling from my eyes as the cock
gagged me each time it pushed deep into my mouth.

I heard Sir saying, "Breathe through your nose boy, try to relax your
throat. You're going to take my cock down your throat whether you like it
or not. I've got no use for someone who doesn't devote his all to my
pleasure; this is for my pleasure only. Your gagging grabs my cock and
milks it so I don't care how you feel, I like it. Just do it."

Sir pushed his cock further into my mouth again, over 5 inches was now
buried in my mouth, two inches still to go. I'm sure he felt me gagging
again, this time he didn't pull back; he just let it soak there forcing my
throat to open wide to take the giant throbbing cock, forcing me to
accommodate his cock-spear.

I couldn't help it and began to violently choke as the thick cock pushed
through into my skinny throat opening. "AAAHHH, GGGGRRRRR, UUUUGGGHHH," I
gagged and choked as my throat opening was forced by the brutal thrusts of
his cock. Tears were running down my cheeks and gushers of saliva and
precum ran out of the corners of my mouth. I had managed to keep my eyes
glued to Sir as he forced his cock into my spasming gullet. "AAGGGHH," I
cried out around the thick cock pushed into the back of my mouth, slowly
entering my throat again. I knew that my gag reflex was milking his cock
head as it spasmed around it.  This time he didn't pull out but instead
increased the pressure, pushing ever deeper into my throat.  My mouth
opened wide as I choked and gagged on cock with tears running down my
cheeks.

He was holding my head tightly as he forced my throat to accept this brutal
fucking. "That's a good boy, just open your throat for me, take my cock in
deeper" he said.

He pulled his cock from my throat and must have heard me gasp as I sucked
in fresh air. "Tongue it," he ordered and his cock twitched in
anticipation.

"It's time again son, open wide like before and take a deep breath, relax
your throat, you can do it."  His hands gently ran over my face before
tightly gripping my head once again.

I willed my body to brace for more throat fucking. I sucked in as much
breath as I could and felt that now familiar big cock push into my
mouth. He continued to feed his cock into my mouth, slowly at first, slowly
pushing in until he reached the back of my mouth again.  I couldn't help
it, I gagged as it hit my tonsils and his cock began to slowly slide down
my throat. The saliva on his cock helped it to slide in deeper as I choked
again on cock. I sensed my throat opening up for his brutal cock.  I felt
the giant cock expand my throat opening as it ever so slowly widened.

I heard him speaking to Jason, "don't you love these cocksucking noises?
It's like beautiful music. He's getting used to it a little now and his
throat contractions really feel good on my prick."

Over six inches of hard cock was now resting in my throat and I felt him
Continue pushing cock into my throat.  I gagged again on the large cock
choking me as it slowly forced itself again and again into my gullet.  I
felt his hands caressing my neck, feeing his cock invading my
throat. "Aggghhh," I gasped as the cock in my mouth finally pushed fully
into my throat; all eight inches of hard, erect cock had now disappeared
into my mouth-cunt.  I choked as my mouth was pushed into his pubes with
his ball resting sack on my chin.

"Good boy, you now have all of my cock buried in your cocksucking mouth. I
can feel your throat muscle massaging my cock. You'll be a great cocksucker
for me from now on.  I know I'll enjoy your hot lips wrapped around my cock
as I deep-dick your throat.  Now suck my cock; I want you to make me cum."

Damm I was proud of myself; I had done it, Sir was happy. The cock invader
felt a little bit more natural now. I could concentrate and accommodate it;
I was servicing him as he wanted now. He was patting my head happy in my
complete submission to his will. I was strangely proud that throughout this
training ordeal I had kept my hands at my side in complete acceptance of
his superiority.

He pulled his cock from my throat and let me gasp and suck in air. His cock
pulled out until only my sore lips were wrapped around the head of his
cock.  I snaked my tongue out and tongue lashed his piss slit, coaxing some
more pre-cum from his cock.

I felt his hands on my head loosen up as he pulled his cock out of my mouth
with a Little popping sound and I finally sucked in a breath of fresh
air. I heard him again compliment me on being a "good cocksucker".  I felt
ashamed and at the same time so very proud.  I had managed to swallow all
of his cock down my gullet and hadn't died. It had hurt and the gagging and
choking still brought tears to my eyes but I had done it and I was pleased
with myself.

I still wanted to please him so I massaged his cock with a wide tongue
motion and sucked his cockhead like it was a juicy lollypop. I'd never felt
more submissive as I moved my head up and down, sucking his cock and
licking the side of his cock with my tongue, bathing it in saliva, mixed
with pre-cum.

I had forgotten there was another person in the room when he said, wow look
at him sucking your cock, so eager and docile," Jason exclaimed as he
watched my head moving up and down Sir's cock sliding in and out between my
tightly clenched lips.

I'm sure I turned red in embarrassment knowing that Jason was watching me
suck my owner off. I realized that as soon as Sir filled my mouth with cum
Jason's cock would replace his in my mouth. I wasn't quite sure how I felt
about that but knew that I had no choice. I continued my sucking duty
thinking only of his cum filling my mouth. I heard Sir groaning and knew he
would soon be cumming. I felt his hands move back to the side of my head,
gripping me ever tighter just as he pulled my mouth down and pushed it into
my throat.  "GGGGHHHHRRR, AAAGGGHH," I choked and sputtered as the hard
cock filled my throat, forcing all eight inches of hard cock into my gullet
until my lips were crushed against his stomach.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth and I want you to hold it until I tell you
to swallow. Now be a good boy and make me cum."

My tongue moved rapidly over his cock. I could taste some of his precum
already and knew that in only minutes my mouth would be filled with his
hot, salty cum. I moved my head up and down, sucking his cock, kinda using
my lips to jerk him off, pulling his hot cum from his balls. I heard him
groan and felt the big cock twitch and jerk in my mouth. I heard him groan
again and felt a wad of thick cum shoot out into my mouth. It bathed my
tongue with salty cum as I sucked gently on the head of his cock, coaxing
another load of hot cum to spurt into my mouth. My instinct was to swallow
but I had my orders. It was what he wanted.

Sir tilted my head up so I could see into his eyes; he had that "I know
exactly who and what you are" wide smirk on his face as he told me, "Very
good son, use your tongue to squish it around in your mouth, taste my
essence. Now open your mouth and show me and Jason your mouthful of cum,
your reward. That looks so nice, Ok boy, swallow it down now."

I swallowed hard enough to allow the hot cum into my stomach, coating my
sore, abused throat. He had totally filled my oral cavity with sperm and it
was like swallowing hot, creamy oatmeal. It took three swallows to get all
the sperm load down. I began re-sucking his cock and running my cummy
tongue around his cock; it seemed as natural as breathing.

"You see Jason, look at how eager he is; once you've ejaculated into a
boy's mouth he becomes very compliant; he knows that you own him. Look at
those lips so tightly wrapped around my cock, he's stretched wide open."

Sir tilted my face up as he told me, "I'm proud of you son, you learn well,
you'll make a great cocksucker for us. Now do Jason, suck my friends cock
and make him cum. It's what I want."

What could I do? The taste of cum was strong in my mouth and yet another
cock needed to be pleasured, another man needed to be relieved. I thought
to myself, "and so it goes" as I shuffled over to service Jason.


It was after supper and Sir was relaxing with his friend Jason. I might
have been simply another piece of furniture as they ignored me until
needing more beer. They had porn DVDs on the wide screen and were as naked
now as I was. Sir motioned me to that very special place on the floor
between his legs. I assumed he wanted his cock sucked again until he
corrected me.

"No son, I've got to piss and I want to use your mouth, just open your
mouth and stick your tongue out, just like I taught you. You've got to see
this Jason; I've really got him trained now, just watch."

Even now after all my training I felt embarrassed kneeling there ready to
perform In front of my owner's friend. Sir wanted to piss in my mouth and
it was my place to be his urinal but it was still embarrassing. My owner
stood up and laid his cock on my tongue; I knew enough not to suck it. I
was trained to just wait and think about the pungent gift to come.

Suddenly, a rush of hot, acrid fluid sprayed into the back of my throat
suddenly causing a slight gag reflex. I managed to control the reflex and
swallow it down. I looked up and saw Sir smiling as he let out a second
spurt. The second one took several quick swallows to get down and then I
worked into a rhythm of big swallows as he emptied his full bladder into my
waiting mouth. He must have had a full bladder because he kept the flow
going for what seemed like minutes but was probably only 30 to 45
seconds. As I continued my rhythmic swallowing he began rubbing my head in
an affectionate way as with a pet while talking to his friend Jason.

"Making them drink your hot piss is the ultimate step in their surrender
you know. Right now this boy is in humiliation-heaven having surrendered to
me in this most degrading way.  He's feeling the full depth of what it
means to be truly submissive to another man and willingly drinking my piss
is the way he tells me he wants to service me in any way I desire."

When the flow stopped he kept up a slow but steady fucking motion in my
mouth till his cock was cleansed of all residual piss and my saliva had
washed it clean. "Your boy did good, he's a born cocksucker." Jason said.

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In This Chapter:

I learn the who along with the what of my transformation; what I've become
as my owner loans me out to one of his friends. It puts me in some very
erotic and humiliating scenarios as I strive to become the best cocksucker
I can be; it's what he wants.

Cast: Kyle / Sir, owner-----Chrissy / me, Kyle's slutboy-------Bob, Kyle's
college friend------Webb, Bob's young, college bound young son

My owner was gently using my mouth as I knelt between his legs suckling on
his cock like a baby on a teat, keeping him right on the edge of wanting to
fuck my mouth. He was reading and my mouth had been stretched around his
cock now for over an hour. "You know boy I think I'm going to let a few of
my buddies sample your skills. You're good enough now to make them envy me
and it sounds like fun to show you off. I've an e-mail from an old college
roommate who's looking for a boy that he can use to instruct his son. It's
a weekend away for you but I can always get another faggot to keep my cock
happy for a while. Get dressed and I'll send you on your way."

As I dressed I thought how odd, I had been completely naked for a few weeks
now and being clothed felt very strange. I didn't really understand where
this was going with his, "instruct-his-son" thing. I did know that I was
without a choice and that in the end I'd be ok with it for Sir knew best.

I used my GPS to find the house; it was a moderately expensive home in one
of those subdivisions that feature landscaped acreage and lots of trees; it
was quite a pleasant area. I couldn't have been more nervous as I rang the
doorbell. An older man in swim trunks answered; "you must be the boy Kyle
told me about, come on in, I'm Bob."

I followed him through the house into a very pleasant little room just off
a patio with an in-ground pool; there was a swimmer doing laps in the
water. It was surreal; the guy (Bob) fetched me a glass of lemonade and we
talked about our lucky streak of great weather.

Bob was the perfect host as we talked, "I'm not sure just how much Kyle
told you about your role here so I'll just dive right in. I borrowed you to
show my son how to use a cocksucker before he goes to college, how about
you stripping naked like a good suckboy."

He told me to get naked as calmly as he might have commented on how good
the tomatoes were growing this season. This matter of fact calmness only
reinforced my submissive bent, it was incredibly hot.

I was stripped naked when the swimmer came over using a towel to dry off. I
noted to myself that while they both were redheads that's where the
similarities ended. Bob was only about 5'10" tall and sported a pretty
pudgy belly while his son had a swimmer's body and was well over 6 feet
tall. I was directed to sit on the tile floor as they talked.

Bob said, "I think you'll like this Webb; a lot of times in college you
just can't afford the time it takes to romance a girl into a fuck but
you're still horny; having a cocksucker on hand to drain your balls is the
perfect solution. You don't have to buy them dinner or flowers and they'll
pretty much do anything you want just to get your cum load. It's a perfect
solution. When I was in college with Kyle we shared a cocksucker boy
between us our last two years; a good time was had by all," he said with a
laugh.

Bob continued, "if we were in ancient times I'd just take you to the local
slave market and let you pick out your own suckboy. In those times the son
of one of the elites was just followed around by his cocksucker who was
trained to perform whatever service was needed that would please his
Master. We can't completely own a slave now but that's Ok when you realize
that men have been using cocksuckers throughout history. There are always
guys who strive for the humiliation of servicing an alpha-males cock and
actually an eager, docile sissy-boy makes a great faggot. Today I'll teach
you how to train and use a cocksucker. Watch this, Get up here cocksucker."

I was excited just listening to him talking to his son and scampered closer
to Bob as he had ordered. He smiled at me and smacked me across the face,
it hurt but I didn't move as he said, "See, you can pretty much do whatever
you want. This is one of the few times in life when you can be as arrogant
as you want without ramifications." Bob very lightly smacked my cheek again
then put a couple of his finger into my mouth. Of course I sucked on
them. He stood up and had me remove his trunks and as I lowered them his
fat cock snapped out. When he stepped out of his trunks his cock was right
in my face.

"Webb why don't you get out of those wet swim trunks and I'll show you the
right way to train your cocksucker; you've got to take control right
away. He'll blow me first so you can see how it goes then it'll be your
turn. Suck my cock now boy."

He smirked as I took his cockhead into my mouth, somehow the familiar, feel
of a rubbery cockhead felt even better than usual; I think it was the
erotic sense of being watched by his son and Sir as I was ordered around.

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 fuck like girls and teach them to suck you off
and lick your ass. He began face fucking me by grabbing my head 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, 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. Just look in his eyes as he
services me, you'll see gratitude, fear and then ultimately submission to
his superior. Kyle did well with this boys training, I've got all 8 inches
in his throat and he just accepts it as his job, his duty. His throat is
just a deep cunt with a tongue in it."

He was now pulling out a couple of inches then thrusting it right back into
my throat; he was using my tight throat to jerk himself off. Then the Dad
tensed up and came in my mouth. It happened just as I was gasping around
his cock, buried deep 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 this 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 treatment." As my breath came back
to normal I acted to agree with him by leaning forward and licking his
cockhead clean using the flat of my tongue. "Do you see Son, just what I
told you? He likes this treatment and that allows you to have him service
you by doing anything that makes your cock twitch. Remember that a
cocksucker's mouth is deeper than any cunt and when you punch through into
his gullet his throat muscles will milk your cum out; a cocksucker's mouth
is really a cum-bucket with a tongue; there's nothing quite like a well
trained mouth."

He continued pounding in and out of my mouth as he talked to his son. I
felt like a prop used to prove his points when he suddenly pulled my mouth
off his cock and positioned it onto his balls. Of course I stuck my tongue
out and licked like I had an ice cream cone at my lips.

"I think it's time you took just a little sample of just how nice it is to
have your own, personal cocksucker pleasuring you. Look at how eagerly he's
tonguing my balls; it's really interesting how dedicated a true cocksucker
is to servicing a guy. He's going to be mouthing your cock in a minute but
first you need to know a few facts that are important. When you've got your
own cocksucker it's good to know a few rules. A lot of guys abuse sissy
boys; that's just stupid. A cocksucker is a valuable commodity and a smart
guy will make him comfortable in the role he's accepted as his. A lot of
men at our club provide knee pillows on the theory that a happy cocksucker
is a good cocksucker."

"I always set the sissy down and make small talk before I get sucked
off. This really works; we both know that he's there to suck on my cock and
swallow my load and talking to him like he was a normal guy just kinda
forces the suck-boy to acknowledge how much he wants my cock; it throws
them off balance. I know it sounds weird but that's how it seems to
work. You should also make sure he's comfortable; ask if he wants a pillow
to kneel on before he starts to blow you. A cocksucker that's comfortable
serves the best; you need to show concern for their well being just as you
would a pet dog. They also like it when you caress their cheeks while
sucking you off and a nice, soft pat on the head when your cocksucker is
gulping down your cum works wonders in making a cocksucker want to excel at
servicing you."

Bob used both hands to pull my face from his balls and just motioned me to
Webb as he said, "Get over there and suck my son's cock. Show him how much
you like your mouth full of cock."

It was so hot being the faggot in this 4-man scenario that I actually
scampered over to the son quickly falling onto my knees in between his
legs. His young cock was thick, hard and impressive with a big, purplish
head split by a piss slit that seemed as wide as the mouth of a cannon. The
boy looked at me with a wry smile as he held his cock out to my eager
lips. I engulfed the cock head and started a slow up and down technique as
I heard the Father in the background.

"Remember what I told you Webb, make sure he looks you in the eye as he
sucks you off and make sure he keeps his hands behind his back. The rule is
a cocksucker performs best when he concentrates on the cock in his mouth
and not his own little thing. When a suck-boy is really trained he will
only cum when he's sucking a real man off; that's the way it should be and
when they make eye contact as they blow you their acknowledging the
submission to you that they need. It's actually a sign of respect."

He was right, I felt really like a slave-boy when I looked into Webb's
green eyes with a mouthful of his cock and my hands behind my back. It was
so demeaning it made me shudder. This must have been what it was like when
an ancient Roman purchased a boy at the slave market for the amusement of a
son.

Webb said, wow Dad, this is awesome; his mouth is so tight and warm. Can I
make him take more?"

Bob quickly answered, "Oh sure Webb, work it into his throat, just do it
slowly so he gets used to its feel filling his cavity; do it slow while you
look into his eyes; the apprehension of being totally in your control will
show as fear in his eyes. I always find that very enjoyable when I control
my cocksucker. Actually Son, once you get a cocksucker in the zone you can
pretty much do what you want, piss in his mouth, make him tongue your ass,
It's all good."

I was giving Webb the best suck I could as I concentrated on tightening my
lips and pressing my tongue firmly against his cock on every up stroke. I
sensed the kid tightening up when without any other warning his cum spurted
into my mouth. As I had been taught I just tightened my lips around the
base of his cockhead and swallowed the thick, salty man-juice. On the
second spurt my own cock gushed and I came on Webb's feet. He finished with
a satisfied sigh and just as his Dad had told him; he gently stroked my
head as you might a puppy that had just fetched your slippers. I thought to
myself that I wasn't that puppy; I was a cocksucker who had fetched a huge
cum-load.

Bob was laughing as he said, "I remember when I was so young that it took
so little sucking to make me cum; you don't have to worry Son, the next
couple of times you cum today will be slower and even more satisfying. Did
you notice he came just from servicing your prick. Tell your cocksucker how
you want him to clean you up now before we go on."

Webb put his hands on my cheeks and looked at me with those wide, green
eyes as he said, "use your tongue cocksucker, lick my sticky cock and balls
clean but first lick your cum off of my feet, get to it now boy."

I was quite a bit older than Webb but I had to admit I was now his "boy"
after swallowing his cum load and actually looking forward to licking his
crotch clean. The almost dry cum on his feet was cold now and while not
unpleasant; it did taste different than other loads I had swallowed.

"Look at him lapping at your cock, cleaning off the traces of cum that are
left. Do you see just how nice it is to have a cocksucker at your beck and
call, ready to service you? When you're in college you'll find it's really
pretty easy to find yourself a suck-boy; all you have to do is be aware of
who's looking at you in the shower or men's room. You'll have to lead them
on a little but it's a whole bunch easier than with a broad. Sometimes in
your dorm when you're watching porn look carefully at whoever is more
interested in the cock filling the screen than cunt; he could be your guy."

"There's no reason to buy dinner, flowers or jewelry with a faggot, just
show your cock and tell the boy what you want him to perform. No romance,
no drama just a ball draining on your terms. It'll allow you a lot more
time to study. The only thing you have to keep in mind is that these
cocksucker's want to be dominated and you don't want to ever accept
half-measures. If your boy chokes and gags on your cock you'll just enjoy
the sensation of his throat spasming around your dick. If he doesn't want
to let you piss in his mouth just tell that he gets no more of your cock
until he agrees, that always works. Tell him to think it over; if he's the
skilled cocksucker you want he'll come around after thinking it through and
usually then the cocksucker will try to become the perfect piss drinker for
you. Remember, no half measure, only full service. By the way, do you have
to piss? I usually have to after a cum."

"Yeah Dad, I do." Webb said as I finished licking him clean.

"Ok Son, usually a trained boy like this can take your piss-load right down
without spilling a drop but since you'll have to train your own boy at
University lets all go into the bathroom and I'll show you how to get a
cocksucker acclimated to being your urinal."

Of course I knew what was going to happen; I was toilet trained by Kyle
after all but it was exciting to think that this was Bob's Son's first time
and his Dad was going to show him how to train his own piss-boy by
demonstrating on me. My little cock was hard just thinking about it as I
followed them into their bathroom.

"Hey Webb, look at his little hardon, that's why you keep em naked; there's
no secrets then about what they think about servicing you. They get off on
submitting to straight guys."

The three of us were soon inside the bathroom, all of us were naked but I
knew that the similarity ended there.

"Here's the thing Webb, once you find a cocksucker to service you he
Invariably will not want you pissing in his mouth; that's just the way it
is. You've got to plant the seed; talk to him about the suck-boy you had at
home who loved it when you filled his mouth with your piss. Your boy will
probably say that he would never let a guy do that to him but the
thought-seed is now in his faggot-head and he'll be thinking of it often. A
bit later mention that you want that service and if he won't you'll just
have to find a cocksucker who wants his piss load. Your boy is now worrying
about how he might live without your cock to suck. You should rub his head
then and adopt a gentle, helpful demeanor, be his mentor. Tell him you'll
be patient and lead him through it; that most boys like him love it once
they try it. In my experience they all eventually submit because that's
what you want and their all about pleasing you. This boy here has been
through all those steps and is an experienced urinal boy but we'll make him
act like it's his first time. Are you ready for a little role-playing boy?"

"Yes Sir, I'll do whatever you want Sir." I answered and meant it I was
hotter than hell with all this talk.

"I'll go first Webb so you can see how it goes; it's kinda important to get
the ritual right so your cocksucker feels a major part of the action and
strives to serve you. Get over here boy, on your knees by my side."

Bob was standing in front of the toilet as he smiled down at me and said,
"I want to piss, why don't you take hold of my cock and aim it into the
toilet. Ah, that's so nice."

I held his big hose and aimed it just as he let a short stream out; it was
nice just as he had said. I was close to him on my knees and could clearly
hear it splash into the water. He stopped and said, "that felt good but I
think it's time for you to give me a little pee-hole swabbing. It'll give
you just a small pissy taste as you run your tongue thru the piss
slit. It'll be easier for you if you kneel in front of me."

I shuffled around until I was facing his big cock and waited for
instructions. "This is an important step Webb; you want to make this first
time as memorable for your cocksucker as you can. In most cases you don't
want your boy to touch your cock with anything but his lips and tongue but
for toilet training the submission is greatly enhanced by letting him
handle and aim your cock, make him part of the act, a principle player as
it were."

I knew what was coming but waited for Bob's instructions. He told me it was
Ok to hold his cock then look him in the eye as I run my tongue into the
piss slit. As it always did, this ignited a very powerful urge in me; I
knew what was coming but the combination of remembering my first drink of
piss and being so closely watched by Webb was overpowering. I was sweating
and felt a little light headed as I saw that now-familiar self satisfied,
smirk on Bob's face when I swabbed my tongue thru the slit.

"That felt good boy, you please me, but I think you need a bigger taste
than that. What do you think, how was the taste?"

"It wasn't too bad Sir; it didn't taste anywhere near as bad as I had
thought. I think I liked it" I answered.

"Good, I think you're ready and you'll do it because now you know that it
will please me. Open your mouth now boy, stick out your tongue and just lay
my cockhead on your tongue. Ahhh, that's nice, I've got a half hardon so
you've got a bit of a wait, just use the time to think about how hot it'll
be when I piss in your mouth, think about what you're going to do while you
wait."

I can't describe how many conflicting emotions crossed my mind as I knelt
there with his cock just laying on my tongue. It was wonderful, horrible
yet exciting. I felt just a few small drops drip on my tongue.

"Here it comes boy, I'll let out a little taste and then stop; I know this
is your first time and I'll be gentle until you're used to it. There, I
think your mouth is full enough. Use your tongue to slosh it around, get
used to the taste of your man's piss eh."

My mouth was half full as I moved the piss load around with my tongue. I
heard Bob say, "Look Webb in the eye and slush the piss around with your
mouth half open, let him see you with a mouthful of piss."

I was incredibly aroused by how humiliating it was to be ordered to gargle
with a guy's piss while looking them in the eye.

"How's the taste boy? Go ahead and swallow it down cocksucker." Bob asked
as he patted me on the head.

I gulped it down telling him that his piss tasted good; it was salty, warm
and tasty. Bob's son, Webb moved over in front of me and laid his young
cock on my tongue and slowly took a piss in my open mouth.

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another day dawns: In the morning it was my place to be under the table
sucking Bob's cock as he drank coffee and ate. I heard him talking to his
Son, "I think today I'll show you how to teach your suck-boy to swallow all
your cock right down to the root. When I'm done our little cocksucker will
be able to let a horsecock tickle his tonsils. This training is very
different than a quick poke into his gullet before rushing your cock out as
he gags and chokes; when a cocksucker is fully trained you can plunge it in
all the way and just let it soak in his throat-cunt. It's not easy for a
boy to do but as I said, you simply can't accept half-measures. It's been
my experience that once a suck-boy masters this skill he's a much more
contented and compliant cocksucker. Let's go out to the carriage house. I
borrowed a training bench from a buddy of mine; it'll speed things up."

WTF, I thought to myself as I mouthed Bob's cock; I already had all the
skills that I needed. I was wrong. In the Carriage house the bench he had
mentioned had certainly been designed around its training function. It was
very narrow and comfortably padded with straps to hold the trainee down and
in the correct position. The head end had a soft notch for a neck and the
end was hinged so the trainer could adjust his cocksucker's throat angle
for ease of access.

"Webb, this training bench is just great; it speeds the training process up
a lot. I know it's just an enhancement on the head hanging off the bed
method but the constraints force the focus of the cocksucker on his job
while the comforts built into the bench reinforce the thought that his
owner knows what's best and cares for him. These are powerful incentives
for a suck-boy. Let's get him onto it now."

I was soon positioned on the narrow bench and held in place by wide,
leather straps. My head was the only thing that I could easily move. Just
the thought of what was to come gave me a hardon and that made them laugh.

"See how eager he is; just thinking about what's coming gets him
excited. The bench is adjustable like a hospital bed. I can use this remote
to position his head just perfectly for my cock. His head angle can be made
to give you the perfect position for fucking his throat, watch."

It's a very surreal feeling to hear the tiny motors whirring away as it put
your mouth into just the right position to be fucked like a man would a
fuck a cunt. What was it that Sir had called my mouth; A cunt with a
tongue.

"That's perfect for my height Son; see how perfect the angle is? I'm going
to go first but don't worry your turn will come; this bench was designed to
be very comfortable because a cocksucker will be on it for quite a
while. It takes quite a bit of throat fucking until your cocksucker just
gives it up and realizes that this is what he was born to do and his owner
wants it. At that point of ultimate surrender they cease tensing up and
you've got a free, straight path into his gullet. The surrender phase
allows the suck-boy to relax as he becomes completely free of choice; he
becomes a kind of cocksucking machine with an on-off switch that only you
control. When you're in school you can make do with a bed just as long as
your cocksucker is devoted to you; the bench speeds training things up but
all you really need is a docile sissy boy who loves cock and wants to
please you."

The wait was tantalizing for me just as Bob, my cock trainer had planned. I
was laying there with my head tilted down and at a level where I was
looking up at Bob's cock and balls. From this upside down vantage point his
cock looked huge and angry.

"Well Webb, we're ready now, when we start throat fucking this boy it's
important to be very gentle and supportive. It's always best to help them
along; this is a huge step for any cocksucker and I've found that if you
understand just how uncomfortable this is for them you'll end up with a
better cocksucker. In the end that's what it's all about, getting better
service for yourself. I'm dangling just my cockhead in his mouth now and
allowing him to suckle at his own pace, look at him, he couldn't be
happier."

Bob was right, I was happy.

After a bit Bob put his hands on my cheeks and moved forward until I had a
couple of inches of cock in my mouth. I was apprehensive as I realized that
this wasn't role-playing at all, this was real; he could fuck his cock into
my gullet just by shuffling forward. I was essentially helpless, strapped
so tightly to this stationary bench. I felt Bob tighten his grip on my head
and slowly advance deeper into my mouth. He touched my throat opening and I
gagged so he pulled back out until just his cockhead was at my lips.

As I choked Bob was saying, "Do you see Webb; give him a little time to
reconcile the discomfort with his need to submit to you, it takes a little
while for boys like him to get acclimated to having their throat used like
a cunt. I'll feed him more now."

With each thrust he moved just a little more into my throat before
withdrawing. I was gasping and gagging and wondered if I could do this.

"He's taking it nicely now but I think it's time. Ok, cocksucker, you're
doing great but I think you're ready for the next step. I'm going to slowly
punch through into your esophagus, get ready, and take a deep breath now
boy."

I didn't really have time to even think about what was coming as his cock
was once again begin forced into my oral cavity, this time it slid easily
across my tongue on a film of pre-sperm and saliva. Bob held my head and
moved it back and forth, side to side as if to use his cockhead to swab the
precum and spit around the back of my throat just like a stirring
stick. Inside my dripping mouth Bob's huge cockhead was coated and bathed
in the gelatinous liquid, allowing it to venture farther and farther back
into my throat.

"That's nice Boy, now you're getting it. Webb, did you notice the only bad
thing about using this position is that you can't see your cocksucker's
eyes as you feed more and more of your prick into his gullet? It's always a
pleasant feeling to see the mixture of fear and joy in their eyes as they
realize that you're going to plug their throat and as a cocksucker they
have to learn to take it like a man. I'm using his mouth like a cunt now;
I've let him have the time he needs to get used to it now I'm going to take
it home."

My eyes watered as his monstrous snake was being forced farther and farther
back into my throat. It touched the back of my mouth and I gagged, fighting
the urge to retch. My stomach heaved as for the first time in my life I was
completely helpless. A hard, big cock was forcing its way over my tongue
then down into the thin, throbbing passage of my throat and I was helpless
to stop it, completely restrained and in his control.

"Yeah, yeah, that's it, take it boy. Feel my hot hard dick in your throat;
you were made to take a man's cock."

Relentlessly, the shaft burrowed its way in. Bob would plunge it all the
way in then pull it back, each time he left it in my throat a little bit
longer. A few inches of his cock had by now pushed thru my tender throat
opening. I felt woozy and smothered, I couldn't breathe as I gagged and
gulped reflexively around the cock-invader as it passed by my tonsils.

"Breath through your nose, boy, breathe through your nose. Go ahead, You
can do it, fuck; I've seen teenage girls do better than you." Bob Urged me
on.

I took a tentative breath through my nose. The oxygen felt wonderful as I
slowly adjusted to the thickness of the invader in my gullet.

Bob slowly pulled it out of my gaping mouth. As the head exited my lips, a
thick strand of pre-cum and saliva dripped out right onto my face. The
string slowly stretched, then snapped and a line of cum / saliva six inches
long draped itself from my lower lip down across my face.

I heard Bob say, "Yeah, cocksucker, that's good, that's good."  I heaved in
great lungs full of air, trying to clear my woozy brain. I could actually
feel the blood pounding in my ears as my head cleared.

"You took in the whole eight inches that time; you can be proud boy. Not
too bad, not too bad."

He was proud of me; I suddenly wanted more of his cock as I suckled on the
head. He advanced again but this time I was actually eager; I had taken it
all into my throat once and survived; I wanted more cock now. My lips
chewed their way down his shaft taking six inches, then seven, then all
eight inches of pulsating penis. The head of his cock revisited the tender
membranes of my upper throat and tongue. It pushed my tongue flat as its
girth filled me up. I'm sure he heard me gag slightly and then swallow. Bob
sighed in pleasure. Inside my mouth his cockhead slid into the opening at
the top of my throat. It wormed its way into the very top of my
esophagus. Now his cock was as deep as possible in my throat and my spasms
massaged it.

"I knew I wasn't wasting my time training you; you're going to be one great
cocksucker. It's really pretty simple Webb, once you manage to stuff their
throat and they realize that they didn't die they begin to think it through
and concentrate on the cock in their mouth and how to please it."

His balls laid on my eyes as his cock filled my throat. I fought to
overcome my impulse to gag and was surprised that I could accommodate his
thickness so deep inside me. Bob began a Slow, relaxed, methodical Fucking
of my throat while I concentrated on just breathing as he thrusted deep
then pulled out; I gulped in air on each out-stroke. I was now slightly
relaxed and became conscious of the saliva flowing out of my mouth like a
waterfall. Bob had commented before on how pleasant it was listening to his
suck-boy making loud, wet cocksucker noises. I knew that I sounded like a
pig lapping up slop. Bob had said I could be a "great Cocksucker" and I was
actually proud of myself. It took a while until I felt him tense up and
spurted cum into my throat. He was just at the opening of my gullet as he
let go. It was difficult to swallow and I'm sure he was enjoying the
feeling of my throat muscles as they alternately contracted and relaxed as
I sought to swallow the tremendous volume of viscous fluid being pumped
relentlessly into me. "That's it boy, swallow all that good man-cream into
your stomach," he grunted.

"Ah, there's nothing better than showing a cocksucker what he's made for;
at school you'll love showing your own suck-boy how you want your cock
serviced. Believe me Webb, you'll never find a girl who'll let you take
complete possession of her for this kind of throat fucking."

I was allowed enough time to drink a coke before I serviced Webb's
cock. They were congratulating me on my new skills. It was all good.

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Postscript, back to Kyle: It was a few weeks later and Webb was now off to
University; I was back with Kyle, naked and docile, just as he liked me.

"Do you see it clearly now boy," Master Kyle said to me as I licked his
feet.  "Submissive boys like you were put on this earth to serve powerful
men like me. It's nature's way.  We're superior and we actually do boys
like you a favor by letting them serve us."

It was an incredibly degrading proposition but I had found out that he was
right. I was happy to be performing for him. It was the greatest honor ever
bestowed upon me. Well, why not, I'm on my knees again, where I belong, and
Kyle's half soft cock is just beginning to harden now in my mouth. He
smiles at me, watching my service intently; we both know that I'm now a
cockslut who loves worshipping him. My eyes keep watching his reactions and
his knowing smirk makes me moan as he says, "I know you love feeling my
cock grow in your mouth; it makes a suck-boy feel he's doing a useful
task."

The cock sucking noises filling the room cause Sir's dick to enlarge. "Look
at you boy, slurping on my cock and loving it." I heard Kyle say. "You do
love it, don't you?"

All I could do was moan around his cock and shake my head yes. The monster
in my mouth was getting too big for me to keep solidly in my throat in this
position, so slowly but surely, I eased off of it, keeping the head
completely surrounded in my wet mouth as I positioned my neck for taking
his beautiful cock into my throat. I was happy and in my rightful place.

The next day found me again on my knees in the bathroom. Kyle was shaving
while I lightly tongued his cock and balls. He abruptly pulled away and
went over to the "special" lounge and lay down. "I'm in the mood to have my
ass licked now. It relaxes me. This chair opens me up nicely for a
tonguing. "

"Yes, Sir, I blurted out."I moved in toward his smooth bubble butt. It
smelled warm and good with heavy musty, male body odors. I started licking
the hole and cleaned it good all around the outside. I concentrated on his
wrinkled little rosebud and swabbed it up and down until I had cleaned it
good. It tasted like Master Kyle's big body smelled, clean and strong. I
had never experienced so many new experiences so quickly before. My mind
was spinning. I felt sad that I finished so quickly. Luckily Kyle had time
and wanted more.

"Get back down there, boy, you're not through yet." Kyle growled. "Get that
tongue in my asshole and clean it out good son. I thought to myself that I
really did feel like a slave-boy as I spread his butt cheeks with my
hands. I could clearly see his asshole now. "Get that tongue up there now
as far as you can." I did as he ordered. I licked between his wide-spread
ass cheeks and sunk my tongue into his ass as deep as I could get it. He
began to moan and move his butt to fuck my tongue with his ass. I cleaned
every bit of his hole and loved it.

What was happening to me? Just a few weeks before I wouldn't have
considered doing anything like that to anyone yet here I was cleaning out
this man's asshole with my tongue like it was the most natural thing in the
world. I was eating his ass like a pig in the trough. I sucked the big
man's hole with pleasure. I guess it was time to stop asking myself stupid
questions and let loose whoever was locked up inside me.

Something broke inside me, another epiphany perhaps; I realized that I am
the person whose tongue is eagerly licking an asshole. I'm a cocksucker, a
body slave, a thing created just to be used by men. I had been taught to
lick an asshole, drink up cum and piss like it was the most natural thing
on earth. I wanted nothing as much as to obey him and pleasure him in the
way he wanted.

Sir said, "That's good, slave, you did a good job.  My hole hasn't felt
that clean in a long time." You're not a bad cocksucker" he said as he
patted my head. I was now complete; this is where I belonged.

"Well Son, I'm afraid it's time for your ass-fucking.  I usually prefer
fucking a cunt but hell, today I just don't feel like going out looking for
it. Fighting it is only going to make it hurt and feel worse so just
relax," he told me in his soft, assertive voice. All the time he was gently
stroking my back, Kind of like you would a pony being broken to the bit.

He continued, "Now try to enjoy it for what it is. I'll take it nice and
easy if you try not to fight it. I've found it important to break a boy's
cherry gently and slowly; then they always want their ass full of
man-cock."

When he thought I was ready, he punched his cockhead thru the mouth of my
little asshole and just let it sit there as I gasped from the pain. He was
stroking me and saying, "there, there, boy, take a breath, just relax." It
felt like there was a broomstick up my ass. My hole was doing steady spasms
as that monster cockhead stretched it out and held it open, God it hurt.

I felt him slowly withdraw his cock until only the head remained lodged
just inside my asshole. He was waiting until I relaxed my ass a little
before he started pushing back in, how considerate he was of my feelings.
Each time I seized up, he would stop and wait for me to relax, all the
while he continued to sooth by stroking my back and whispering
encouragement in my ear, "there, there, boy, take a breath, just relax" Was
his mantra to quiet me as I worked through the pain.

He rubbed my back and said, "Take it easy now boy, it's not long now. Keep
your body straight, that'll make it easier." I then understood that he was
not intending to hurt me, not at all: It was just the pain that was
necessary to get where we were going, where I had to go. Just then the head
of his dick popped through the glorious tightness and I felt a surge of
pleasure, pain and yes, relief as the length of his cock finally entered me
to its full length.

Once I'd relaxed enough, he established a rhythm, sliding his cock slowly
but firmly in and out of my nether hole. Here I was, a once normal man, on
my hands and knees in front of this man with his cock shoved up my ass. I
could tell that for Kyle this must be pure pleasure as he pushed his cock
all the way back inside my tight ass. He was using both hands now to pry my
ass cheeks apart; he pulled his cock free with a loud plop as my well-used
hole closed again. He shoved his tool back into me and started banging my
ass with a vengeance.

My world had now narrowed to just my asshole as it embraced his cock and he
sawed it in and out; He pushed me forward onto my elbows with each strong
stroke. The room was filled with the squishing, squelching sounds of cock
alternately filling and retreating from my ass. He was slamming into me for
all I was worth.

"I'm going to come inside you now Son, then you're mine; your ass is going
to feel empty without my cock from now on. I'm going to shoot it deep
inside your ass now, get ready."

After a few more deep thrusts I could feel the warmth of his thick cum
invading my asshole. To my surprise, yet another dazzling wave of pleasure
pulsated through my rear end and up through my back and belly.

I had no idea of the time; I was just lying on the floor when he slid his
sweet cock out of my asshole. I felt myself remain open now, stretched too
far to return to normal quickly. It felt cool and open after his monster
cock had been in me for so long. I couldn't move right away and just panted
on the floor, catching my breath. I heard him moan and roll onto his back
and sigh.

"Good job boy, now finish the job; clean my cock up."

I started to go for a towel. "No boy, use your tongue, always lick a man
clean; it's a measure of the respect you have for your owner."

His cock had never looked like this. It was so wet and covered with all our
fluids. I lowered my head to the head of his cock and began to work my
tongue into his cum slit. He was a little startled as he was drained from
so much cum leaving him. I didn't mind what I tasted on him. There was just
a little blood. It's strange what you taste after a good ass-fucking. It's
a very different taste. I knew that my ass had produced its own lubrication
for him just like my mouth hole when I was face fucked. From my ass it's a
bit thicker and tasted bitter but it mixed with his strong semen well. I
was eager and willing to lick his cock totally clean to show my thanks and
the musky taste only tweaked my need for humiliation. My ass was his now, I
was his, he truly was my owner, my Master

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At the end: We were at the breakfast table just finishing our coffee; I had
already given Kyle his morning blow job and we were both pretty
mellow. "Well Chrissy, I think you now understand your place in the
hierarchy. You were made to submit to the alphas of the world and that
place is where you'll only be truly content. I belong to this club where
alpha male and female members go to relax. Bob and his wife are members and
I'm sure Webb will join when he's done with University. In all we have
about 60 active people in our little club. I think you'd fit right
in. There are about 15 active submissives that are part of our group and we
can always use another. At our informal meetings our members relax by
enjoying themselves as the subs service them. The sucking and fucking is
intense. Your performance with Bob and his son convinced me that you would
be an asset to our scene. What do you think?"

"Yes Sir, I would be very happy to serve your friends; it's what I need" I
replied eagerly.

Kyle began telling me the club's history. "The club was built before the
war by a rich man who had the vision to create a very, very private retreat
in the middle of 1000 acres of deep woods that he owned; it's so far into
the dense forest that we really don't need the alarms and alerts that have
been set up all over the area. When the original owner died he left it to
his only son who lived in the City and was also into the Dominant
lifestyle. The rest is kind of history as Tom the owner and overall Master
discovered that this place furnished him with the lifestyle that he
deserved."

I was very interested as he continued. "That was years ago and now we're an
established club thought to be the best retreat of its kind in North
America. Our member's are a diverse lot and we get visitors that are
friends from all over the World. Inside the club there are always Slaves
for a Master or Mistress to pick from, the subs on duty are kinda like the
welcoming committee. There are also a lot of couples that belong to the
Club that want to be either Slaves or Masters. We even have people that
live out at the club full time in their role. I think you'll love serving
as a slut-cocksucker slave and want nothing more than to learn all the
different ways to serve. Of course you'll have to learn how to serve the
female alpha members. In a lot of cases you'll find yourself servicing a
couple. I think you get off on the humiliation of it all and this will only
enhance it."

He continued, "Inside the club almost anything goes especially in the
training rooms, the only rule is no one can get really harmed. Many
Husbands will consign their Wives to the Club to be trained as slaves or in
specific skills; as in everything done in our club it's always consensual.

Of course there are many rules, as an example, you'll not allowed to wear
clothes inside of the clubhouse nor are any of the other slaves; the alphas
usually wear robes that allow the suck-sluts easy access to service them."


INTERVIEW: It doesn't matter how I got here; it's only important that I was
here now. The sign on the door was vague in its reference to consulting
which I thought a pretty wry joke. I was nervous but serene now that I had
finally made my decision. It was difficult to recognize who and what you
are and then move to attain a position as that person.

At 22 I was young but experienced. I thought of myself as a talented
cocksucker but here I was applying for a position as a sex slave much like
you would interview for a job as a bank teller. I knew just enough about
the sex club to know that it was for me; what I didn't know is what the
interview would entail. I was alone with my thoughts in the waiting room as
a pretty young woman called my name.

The office was quite plush with thick carpet and lots of walnut trim. My
interviewer introduced himself as Mr. Spade. He was about 45 years old, a
bit heavier than ideal and 6 foot tall. There was no hand shaking or happy
talk and without an invitation I just stood there as he read my
application. Mr. Spade barely acknowledged my presence. I was embarrassed
as the application was full of very personal questions that defined who I
was. The receptionist returned with a coffee for Mr. Slade without so much
as even asking me if I wanted anything. "Gayle, have the boy strip down
please." The woman showed me a chair where my clothes could go and I gulped
a little but complied, I had come to far not to.

It was humiliating to strip naked in front of two strangers but it was also
strangely erotic.  It seemed that I had been standing there for an hour
when finally Mr. Slade began my interview.

"I see that you feel you're a fit in our club? We get many applications
from people who think they want to be slaves but are really just play
acting; that's why we started this interview process. I'm sure you noticed
that our slaves have to be volunteers, no kidnapping or coercion for
us. We've found that the best cocksuckers are the ones that are eager to
serve. The men and women serving at our club think only of pleasing the man
or woman they are servicing and are excited by the shear humiliation of it
all. This interview will determine if your worthy of being one of our club
sex slaves."

"You should know that the club was started by some wealthy couples that
wanted a place to relax and be serviced in any way they want much like it
was in ancient Rome for the elites. It took a while to find out those
eager, happy submissives made much better cocksuckers. I'm using the word
cocksucker but you understand that you'll be servicing men and women, cunts
and cocks; from your application I know you're good with this but let's
just be sure."

"Gayle, why don't you let Bobby here lick your cunt?" Gayle sat down on a
big leather chair, pulled up her dress and spread her legs. She was panty
less and her shaved cunt was inviting as she scrunched forward on the
chair. "Go ahead Bobby, get to it boy." I was mesmerized as I knelt down in
front of the chair. "Take a few nice long sniffs Bobby; there's nothing
that smells quite like cunt is there. As an added treat we've had Gayle
refrain from wiping as she last peed. That'll give you a new taste that you
should become familiar with." I snaked my tongue out and tentatively licked
at her puffy cunt lips before diving into her wet, pink slit. I really
wanted to be accepted and was trying my best. It wasn't hard because I
found her cunt delicious; the slight taste of piss was making me high.

"Get into it boy, lap it up." I sucked and licked until she came giving me
a pleasant little squirt on my tongue. With a sigh Gayle grabbed my ears
and pulled my face out of her crotch. "That was pretty good Bobby, only one
more test, time to meet Mr. Gibson now."

Mr. Gibson was in the next office, a very posh walnut trimmed power room. I
was uncomfortable in the extreme walking to the big desk on the thick
carpet stark naked. Mr. Gibson actually got up from the desk and walked
over to greet me. I noticed that he was about 45 years old and slightly
paunchy. "Hello Bobby, I've been waiting for you, here have a seat." The
leather chair was cold on my bare ass and only made me more aware of the
humiliation of my nudity.

"By now you know a little about our club and it's my job to finish the
interview and fill in the rest of the blanks for you. Our little club has
quite a few members both Submissives and Dominant. You've already been told
that we've found that voluntary works best. You now know that you're a sub
and you'll be perfectly safe although sometimes members use a short riding
crop or a slap to better focus the service. There will be things you're
told to perform that might be new to you or even distasteful. Our
experience is that if a submissive lets himself think only as a slave
without any choice they always end up enjoying their service. It's simply a
mindset thing. True subs seek the humiliation of having no choice and
derive satisfaction in pleasing a Master or Mistress. I think it's time for
your last test, get on the floor between my legs while we talk, I'll get
comfortable."

I slid off the chair just as Mr. Gibson removed his pants and sat down. I
was mesmerized; his cock was simply huge with a thick pink head on the
end. "We know from your application that you like gloryholes. You'll find
that we like it much more up close and personal. Get in there and just
nuzzle my balls, sniff my scent and lick as we talk."

"Our members are used to being pampered and expect the best. In our
conversations about the club our dominant members refer to you subs as
personal slaves. It's actually very personal and if you're able to let
yourself go and free your mind you'll find that you fit in perfectly. Right
now your licking my balls as we talk; I bet your also wondering just how my
big cock will feel in your throat. This is what you want and we'll give you
all the cunt and cock that you need. I've got a ring on that all of your
new owners wear, when you see a ring like this you know you have to submit
and service one of your betters. Its all very simple; there are people born
to be served and others born to serve. Why don't you take just my cockhead
in your mouth and just suckle it now."

His cockhead was big and stretched my mouth as It entered my mouth. It felt
good. "We have now expanded to three different club locations and
eventually you'll serve in them all. Many of our members enjoy having a boy
like you visit their home or business to service them and of course you'll
find the mystery and anticipation of a blind date with an owner exciting. I
keep referring to our members as your owners because that is really who
they are; our members own you just as if they had purchased you at a slave
market. "

"its time for me to show you just where you fit in. I'll fasten your hands
behind your back; that'll make it more difficult for you but it does
concentrate a slave boy on his task.

Master fully opened his robe showing his entire crotch and that magnificent
hard cock. "This is your real Master, serving cock and cunt was what you
were born for if you're a true slave. Go ahead lick the head, let's see
your tongue boy." I stuck out my tongue and gently ran it across the cock
head.



"Consider this as your final test boy, you'll find it quite a bit more
difficult to blow me without using your hands, let's see how you do." I
leaned in and felt that now familiar feeling as the rubbery cockhead
entered my mouth and Master locked my wrist cuffs behind me.

"For now just nurse on the cockhead, without your hands you're helpless in
front of your Master; this should free you to serve his needs without
question, you have no choice." He was right I felt free and also much more
like a slave completely under my Master's control.

"Think about it as you suck my cock, once your on your knees you are owed
no real consideration or respect from the man using you for his
pleasure. The fact is He's a real man and you're but a slave cocksucker.  A
lot of cocksuckers wish that they were not what they are and many try to
deny the reality of it but a true slave will revel in his
humiliation. Slave Cocksuckers might look like men, after all, they have a
dick between their legs like men, and they act like men sometimes except
when it comes to sex. But a cocksucker's dick is only for pissing.  He
needs another man's cock to obtain the pleasure normal males get from their
own cocks. So you surrender yourself to your owner in order to be
fulfilled. You kneel and submit to your superior offering yourself for his
pleasure. If he takes you up on your offer, you get the honor of sucking
his dick and feeling sexually whole while he uses you."

"Slave cocksuckers exist only to use their mouth cunt to give men
pleasure. You drew the short straw, you're a cocksucker, not a man and you
belong on your knees servicing your owner. It is indeed your lot. Obviously
you have reached the point where you know what you are--a submissive
cocksucker. You're not a man yourself, but just a way for a real man to
enjoy his prick. A means to an end, indeed a cunt with a tongue."

At our club the ladies will use you as a bidet lapping out their cunt until
it's nice and clean. If your very lucky the lady might piss in your
mouth. In any event you'll feel your best when your mouth is full of cum or
piss and your better smiles and gives you a pat on the head."

"It's time now for you to get a real-time feel for just what your role will
be. Suck me off now." I began a slow and steady sucking on his thick
cock. It stretched my lips as wide as they had ever been. He was right it
was more difficult sucking cock without using my hands. I was trying hard
to please but must have fallen short as Master grabbed my head and forced
his prick into my throat opening. I gagged and gagged as he held my face
tight into his balls. My eyes were watering as he slowly pulled my head up
on his cock until only his cockhead rested on my lips. I was gasping and
coughing but kept that big head in my mouth as he lightly patted my
cheeks. "That's Ok boy, not to bad for your first time. You've been sucking
cock like a little girl, it's time to learn how men want a cocksucker to
perform. Suck me off again and get ready. I suggest that as I begin forcing
your throat you swallow; it'll ease entry into your throat. " Once again he
used his hands to stroke my head up and down on his cock going a little
farther each time. He was actually using my mouth to jerk himself off. He
told me to take a breath and then plunged into my throat. I gagged but it
was better as he pulled out again. I kinda sensed he was close as his cock
swelled even larger. His cockhead rested on my tongue as he spurted out
creamy. Salty cum.

"Don't swallow boy, just let it fill your mouth then squish it around.
It'll help you get used to the taste of man-cum. You'll soon feel out of
sorts if you don't have an after taste of cum in your mouth. " I liked the
taste and as I looked at his face and that sly smirk I felt every bit the
slave. "Ok boy swallow my cock juice down." I gulped it down and licked my
lips clean. I didn't have to be told, remembering what he had told me, and
began licking his softening prick off.

I was freed and dressed when Mr. Gibson gave me a ring that signified my
acceptance as a club slave. The ring was simple, just a silver ring with a
pinkish stone set in it. I was made to understand that club Mistresses and
Masters had an elegant gold ring with a black stone in it. Anyone with that
ring was my owner and I should service them as a good slave would. I had
arrived.


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