Date: Thu, 3 Aug 2006 15:43:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Roberts <darkroad53@yahoo.com>
Subject: Teacher's Summer Training Part 2 (Authoritarian)

If you are offended by man to man sexual contact, then
go elsewhere. Otherwise, enjoy, and send critiques.

III.  I get trained and He gets me in shape.

As before, he leans over to me and says, "Still doing
well I see; your hard cock tells me all I need
to know."  He is right.  Although I have suffered pain
and humiliation, I am hotter than ever.  I
want him to discipline me and make me perform for him.
 And the thought of having to serve
others is frightening and exciting at the same time.
I am at his mercy just as I want to be.

"I'll have to take some of these things off you so
that we can keep going.  I've just started your
training.  Reaching down to my knees, he unlocks the
spreader bar, but leaves the cuffs; he
releases the ankle bar and then orders me to stand up.
 "On your feet CUNT; I've got another
game to play with you."

Since I have been on my knees for so long, my muscles
are stiff, and I have to struggle to stand
up with my hands still cuffed behind my back.  When I
get to my feet, he grabs the leash and a
hard jerk signals me to follow him.  He leads me to
the back of the house and down the steps to
his basement. We enter a room whose walls are covered
in mirrors, and I can see myself, a
willing, slaveboy bitch standing naked, his dick hard
and sensitive, with his hands cuffed behind
his back and being led around by a leash attached to a
collar locked around his neck.

As I stare into the mirror thinking about how I look,
he interrupts my thoughts saying, "Like what
you see CUNT?  I 'll take plenty of tape and pictures
so we can watch you perform anytime we
want.  Follow me."

I was led outside and made to stand underneath some
contraption that I knew he was going to use
on me.  First he swung a bar over my head as said,
"This is usually used to teach a horse to
follow a lead, but I adapted it so I can get a slave
in shape and still have some fun.  He attaches
four leather straps to the rings in my collar, one
each in front, back, and both sides.  They keep
me pointed in one direction.  When the bar is put in
motion, I will have to move in a circle
around the center pole.

While I stand naked and cuffed with my collared neck
even more restricted by the straps, he
delivers the news,  "Here's the game CUNT.  Start
moving forward; the straps and bar will keep
you moving in a circle just like the horses I train.
You'll do this several days a week until I am
satisfied with your fitness. And just to make this
interesting for me, I have a whip here that I will
use if you don't follow my commands to the letter."

Swinging the whip through the air and striking me on
my ass and thighs he yells, "Now get
moving CUNT!"  When I start walking, he strikes me
again, and through my scream, I hear him
yell again, "Faster, CUNT!  You'll never get fit like
that."

I try to run, but with my hands cuffed behind my back,
it is hard to maintain my balance and still
push the bar along at a pace that satisfies him.
Every time I pass by him he hits me with the
whip, first on my arms and back; then on my ass and
thighs.  I struggle along breathing heavily,
trying to push myself faster to avoid being struck by
the whip, but it never seems to be enough.
Each time I pass by him, he hits me.  After the
strands of the whip lands across my chest, thighs
and cock, I realize that this is part of the game.  He
will use the whip on me during the whole
ordeal.  The more I run, the more he laughs and hits
me with the whip; my own salty sweat
makes the whip marks sting even more, but I run until
I begin to stumble and almost strangle
myself.   Finally, he yells, "Stop CUNT!  Horse
training done for today."

I am wobbly from the running and beating, and this
angers him, so he hits again with the whip,
and I can't help myself.  I cry out, "Please, sir;
don't hit me; I'll do anything you want."

He just laughs, "CUNT, I'll already know that.  So
quit your whining and shut the fuck up and
stand still!"  When I get my balance, he unhooks the
straps and grabs the leash again dragging me
over to a shower head near the house.  After he wraps
the leash around the pole, he turns on the
icy cold water to rinse off the sweat and soothe the
whip marks.  Then he walks into the house.
At first it feels good, but then the cold water begins
to make me shiver.  My hands are still cuffed
behind my back, and I cannot turn off the water.  When
he returns, I am a quivering mass of
naked flesh covered with whip marks.

But to continue my torture, he produces a brush and a
bar of soap.  After pulling me out from
under the stream of water, he lathers my body with the
soap and brushes it down with the brush.
The combination of the soap and the bristles of the
brush aggravates the whip marks and I cry out
in pain once again.  He doesn't stop until he scrubs
down my whole body, paying particular
attention to my cock and balls.  Then he pushes me
back until the cold water and waits until the
soap is rinsed away.  Then he turns off the water,
unlocks my wrist cuffs for the first time since
he locked me into them, and throws me a towel.

"Dry yourself off.  Then grab your leash and come into
the house.  Your about to experience
another of my games."  Once again he has left me alone
with my thoughts, not knowing what
humiliation I will have to endure as his slave.  I
take my time drying off, trying to regain my
composure and to work out the kinks of my forced
bondage.

When I get to the back door of the house, I knock and
try the knob; it's locked, and I hear his
voice from inside, "Kneel down CUNT, I'll be with you
in a few minutes; while you are waiting,
take off all of the cuffs.  I want those to dry, and
I've got new ones for you.  Once I remove the
eight cuffs, I am left naked and kneeling at the door
of my tormentor, not even trying to escape.  I
am helpless with no where to go and no way to get away
from him.  He is in total control.

Suddenly the door opens and I am ordered to crawl
inside.  I have learned not to stand in his
presence unless he demands it first.  "Crawl into the
bedroom CUNT; I'm going to let you lay on
your back for a while."

This could only mean that he has decided what my next
torment will be, and I am sure he will
make me perform a degrading act and humiliate me
again.  "Get up on the bed CUNT; lay on
your back with your arms and legs spread.  I'm ready
to play with you again."

To my surprise, he doesn't tie me down; I lie down on
the plastic sheet, and he strips off his
clothes and climbs on the bed straddling my hips.  I
look down to see his cock and balls lying on
my stomach.  "I'm not going to tie you up. I am going
to tape you performing as my willing slave
boy cocksucker.  It's then that I see the camcorder
aimed at the bed.  With him at over six foot
and nearly 200 pounds of tanned muscle, I look
pathetic lying under him.  I am barely five nine
and a 140 pounds, skinny and white.

He warns me, "Don't move CUNT, or I will punish you."
Then he gets off me and buckles a
strap around my cock and balls making them stick our
from my body.  He pumps my cock until it
gets hard, and red, and sensitive.  Then he walks over
to the camera and orders me to look at him.

There I am lying naked on a bed with my hard cock
sticking our from my body when he clicks on
the camera.  I stare at him as he puts a similar strap
around his cock and balls making them stick
out.  Before he walks over to me, he takes several
still pictures of me lying naked on his bed.
"These will record the exact time and day that you
laid on my bed and became my personal slave
boy."

All I could manage was a moan as I watch him put down
the camera and walk toward me.  I
don't move as I let him once again sit across my hips
laying his now hard cock and balls on my
chest.  "Before I let you suck my cock again CUNT, I
think you need to do a little ass licking, so
open your mouth."

He turns himself around and plants his ass on my face
almost smothering me.  "Start licking,
CUNT!"  As humiliating as this is, I know I cannot
resist, so I open my mouth, stick out my
tongue and swirl it around his ass hole.  The bitter
taste makes me want to gag, but I don't stop
because I am afraid of what he will do to me.

"You're doing a good job CUNT; now reach around and
stroke my cock for the camera."  More
humiliation, but I do as he demands.  As he rubs his
ass all over my face, and I stroke his cock, I
hear him moaning in approval.  I keep licking because
I want this humiliating experience to be
over.  My only desire was to experience cocksucking,
and not all of the others acts he will make
me to perform.  But he has the control, and I've got
no way to get away.

After a few minutes of ass licking, he gets up and
says, "That's enough ass licker.  You can do
this again sometime.  Right now, I'm going to give you
a treat.  While you kiss and lick my cock
and balls, you can rub your own cock.  If you cum
before I get tired of this game, okay.  If not,
then you'll just have to wait until I feel generous
again.  And that may be for a long, long time.

His message was clear.  Beat off and cum before he
gets bored or suffer without cumming for a
long time.  I want to cum, and he knows it, but he
does not make it easy for me.  First, he makes
me put my arms down to my side, and then he sits down
on my chest so my mouth is under his
balls.  "Reach for you cock slaveboy and get to work
pleasuring yourself; and open you fuckin'
mouth and lick my balls.  His weight made it difficult
to use my hands, but I cupped my balls
with my left hand and grabbed my cock with right.
When he saw this, he yells, "Switch hands
cocksucker. I'm not going to make it that easy."  When
I change hands, he sits down on me again
and I return to licking his balls and beating my cock.


Because it has been so long since I have cum, I begin
to breathe rapidly while licking his balls
and he senses that I am about to cum.  So, to
humiliate me more, he gets up puts his ass back on
my mouth and begins to piss all over my hands while I
continue beating my cock.  "Go ahead and
cum PUSSY.  Then you can lick and suck your cum and my
piss off my bed.

It all becomes too much for me, and I shoot my load of
cum all over my chest and his cock and
balls.  Glob after glob spurts from my cock.  It is
the most exciting relief I have felt in days. The
ecstasy ends when he yells, "Drop you cock; the fun's
over; now you've got to clean up this
mess.  Start by sucking up all of my piss from the bed
sheet."

For a moment, I look at him in disbelief , but I turn
and begin sucking up the piss as ordered.
When he is satisfied, he says, "Now my cock and balls;
your cum landed on me and now your
going to clean me off."

I kneel at his feet and lick and suck off the drops of
cum from his cock, balls and pubic hair.
When he was satisfied, he says, "Now scoop off the cum
from your chest and eat it; and don't
miss a drop."  When I clean up the mess, he pulls off
the plastic sheet and says, "Lie on the bed
and put your hands behind you back. When I do, he
buckles new cuffs on my wrists and locks
them together.  He does the same to my ankles, and
then throws a blanket over me saying, "Get
some sleep CUNT; I'll be back in a couple of hours to
continue your training."

Since it was no use to resist, I lay on my stomach,
tasting the last of the piss and cum in my
mouth; I close my eyes, breathing slowly and trying to
drift off to sleep.