Date: Sat, 27 Jan 2007 17:46:07 -0800 (PST)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Teacher's Pet

The room laughed at him. He didn't care, in fact he expected it. He had
learned to expect everything he got and his cock hardened each time.

His slave name was simply boy. When he was naked and collared, on his
knees focusing only on the sight and orders of his master, nothing else
mattered.

"Ok boy just stay there" his master who others called Jimmy, stood over
him drinking. He had been led into the bar and immediately told to get
into position. His Master then led him to the back room.

A large black man at the door nodded. He could see him briefly but
returned his look to the boots his Master wore. They entered the room to
a few greetings to his Master. He heard the comments about his butt, his
shaven head and his being a smooth shaven slaveboy. He dared not look in
the directions of the comments.

It had taken him all summer but he, boy, learned to keep his eyes focused
on his Master's boots when in public and stay at his feet.

"Boy up" his masters voice and the yank on the leash that was connected
to his collar got his attention. He looked up and opened his mouth.His
master poured the beer and it went into his mouth, all ove rhis face and
splashed on his shoulders. Many laughed. He swallowed and thanked his
Master.

The summer had started out like most. No school, no homework and no job.
He answered a message he found on the internet and was surprised to see
one of his former high school teachers at the door.

"Ah ha, Mr. Mumbles" the teacher had called him that in high school
because of his constant habit of joking around and mumbling in class.

He toured the house and yard. The job was to keep it cleaned and cared
for.

The first week the job was hard but he did his work and when his former
teacher showed up to tell him to do things over, he did as he was
told....each time he was on the kitchen floor scrubbing the teacher would
stand over him.

He tried to hide the face his cock was hard. But he kept wearing the old
gym shorts with nothing underneath.

Finally one day he felt the teacher's foot touching him. "I think it's
time you expand your duties" he followed the man down into the basement.

It both scared and excited him. There was a smooth naked boy in a cage
with a leather harness on his head. The teacher ignored the kid as he
conducted a tour. "When we have a hot evening this place needs hosing
down, toys sterilized and put away. You can leave whatever's in the cage
alone, unless you have to take a leak that is"

The teacher pulled out his penis and began to piss through the bars on
the naked kid. He was hard.

"Looks like you are interested in what you see" the teacher said and then
turned "strip"

He didn't move. He thought the man had told him to strip.

"We're going to begin your training, strip now boy" the man emphasized
the word boy and it excited him. He was soon standing there naked.

That was almost three months ago. After that day that turned into a
weekend of training redefined his life. His skin soon bore the marks of
the punishment he received when his house cleaning wasn't right.

His gut processed his new Master's sperm. His ass tightened each day
after a night of use, as he did the required exercises.

"Fifty bucks" he heard his Master say. He knew what the night was going
to be. His teacher often rented him to others and he of course obeyed.

The leash yanked and he was led to another room. He would soon feel the
latex covered cock that opened him pumped till the owner was satisfied.

He felt the Master's hand patting his constanly shaven head afterwards.
He had satisfied the friend who rented him. His Master had already put
the cash into the charity jar. He knew this. he had been rented out
before to test him and to remind him he was property.

The leash yanked again. It was his Master taking him into the bathroom.
He climbed into the center tub. Sometimes there were others there. This
time he was the only one. He looked up as his Master.

The man was tall, bare chested except for the chain that connected his
pierced nipples. The black leather vest covered him. The leather chaps,
which he kept oiled for his Master gleamed. His leather and studded black
jock was large full of his Master's penis and balls.

He had served them often and relished the feeling os his Master's cock
down his throat. It had taken him weeks and the patience or the Man whho
owned him but he learned how to let the long hard cock go past the chock
point down his throat.

He had learned a great deal from the Man, more then what he learned in
classes. He learned how to endure pain of punishment and even the fact
that his cock would harded and explode while being flogged sometimes.

He had learned of his need to obey, to have another control him and the
need to constantly be tested.

There was the time he stood naked outdoors after his Master pissed on him
and then bent over to receive his master's cock. The cops that appeared
were angry at first but his Master explained simply his boy needed
punishment.

They asked him if he was there willingly and he replied with such
enthusiasm they laughed. Then they stood and watched as his Master
flogged him until he hardened and ejaculated.

He was used to being embarassed in front of whoever his Master wanted. As
time passed, that included his Master's friends, strangers, even some of
his former classmates.

He knelt and closed his eyes opening his mouth. His Master pissed all
over his face, into his mouth and on his body. He heard his Master order
him to stay there and take all the piss given him.

He did as he was told,as always, feeling others urinate on him. He was
not required to swallow other's piss unless his Master ordered. This like
many things had become standard rules.

During the day, most of the time he cleaned the house, worked on the back
yard and kept the basement training room clean. Sometimes he helped his
Master train others or helped his Master's friends when they used the
basement for their own fun.

At any point in time his Master may decide to punish him, give him more
training, use new toys on him or in him, or stake him in the back yard
leaving him there for the sun to bake. He would sleep there to be
awakened by his Master's piss.

It was a life he had never imagined.

He rode on the floor of the truck as always. Another boy sat on the seat
his cock out for the Master's examination. "You'll be trained tonight, my
slaveboy here will help me. I'll show what i'm going to do with him first
then you".

He knew it was going to be a long night of bondage, hot wax, flogging,
butt toys maybe more. He wondered if the new kid could take it. But often
he ended up stuffed in a cage shared by the new slaves, cuffed and kept
there to receive his Masters piss or cum whenever the man desired.

"Good news for you boy" his Master addressed him now "Next week you're
going back to school. Community College where I teach. And if you mess
around in class like you did in high school, you'll be tied and flogged
all night long"

He wasn't allowed to speak unless told to.

"What do you say boy?"

"Thank you sir" he said it and meant it. He was indeed owned by the man
and the man wanted him to learn and have a future. He knew the man loved
him in a special way and he was devoted to the man. He had learned to
obey the man and he had learned he wanted and needed to do whatever the
man desired.

And he knew he'd joke around in class, maybe mumble as he did in high
school. And he knew what that meant when he got to his Master's house at
night after classes.

He had learned to expect everything he got and his cock hardened and
exploded each time.