Date: Fri, 28 Mar 2008 05:16:43 +0000
From: james marks <jam186200222@hotmail.com>
Subject: Training My Jr High Slut 3

Training My Jr. High Slut
Chapter 3

If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then
you should not read this story.  You must be of legal age in your area to
read this.  This story will contain sexual acts between consenting
teenagers.  This is my first story I am writing or posting anywhere on the
Internet.  All rights are protected and the story cannot be reproduced
without permission.

Thank you very much to all of you who have sent me your comments. I have
been overwhelmed by the kind comments and positive feedback. Once again the
requests for the next chapter have prompted me to sit down and write it. I
appreciate your comments and suggestions.


Continues from chapter 2

Paul or pauly as I liked to call him was becoming a very proficient
cocksucker. He now knew his favorite place was between my legs slurping my
cock, working it like it was his favorite Popsicle. I enjoyed his
ministrations. My teenage dick felt at home in his mouth and I liked the
feeling of power controlling him gave me. I think that Paul liked me being
in charge of him. He might protest when I made him do things, especially
things that might cause him embarrassment, but there was a part of him that
liked giving up control, that enjoyed the feeling of being someone's boy,
someone's bitch.

My taking control manifested itself in different ways as a natural
progression of his being my slut, I started telling him what to do, making
him serve me both sexually and in life. I recall him hanging around
offering to do things like clear up my garbage after lunch or get me a
drink in the cafeteria. I did not sit with him but rather he sat on the
periphery of my group. They tolerated him because I accepted him and they
knew we often walked home together living in the same direction. I think
they just thought he was trying to curry my favor by doing stuff for me;
but non-the less they sometimes made fun of him for it. Other guys might
have laughed it off or made a joke of it but Paul wouldn't say anything; he
would just turn red and look embarrassed. The first time one of the guys
called him my bitch he dropped the drink he was bringing me and turned beet
red and just stood there as if he was frozen. I had to do something so I
said "Bitch go get me another drink" and off he went. After that people
just started calling him James's Bitch or sometimes JB for short and it
stuck. The nickname struck me as rather funny when I thought if they only
knew, they should be calling him BJ instead. What was even funnier was he
seemed to like it. Sometimes I would make fun of him and pretend to mix it
up in front of the guys and call him BJ and just watch him turn different
shades of red. Once one of the other guys called him BJ but I gave him shit
for it so no one else did it.

I continued feeding Pauly my cock making him kneel and suck it on command
several times a day. Usually everyday after school he would give me a long
slow suck starting with my balls then working his way up my cock. If we did
a sleep over I would make him lie with his face in my ass licking my hole
as he massaged my back. Sometimes I made him go to sleep like that. I would
drift off feeling his tongue just lapping at my ass. If I woke up during
the night I would reach down and push his head into my ass and I would feel
his tongue begin its ministrations again. I started to think of him as my
servant my possession.

At school if I was horny and I was at least once everyday, I would make
arrangements to meet him in one of the washrooms and make him suck me
off. One day I told him to kneel and hold my cock as I pissed then told him
to lick it clean as he was doing it I shot the last bit of my piss right
down his throat. He whined "that it didn't taste good" I looked down at him
and said in an angry voice "are you telling me something I made doesn't
taste good".  He looked shaken and said "no Sir" and I thought hmmmm it
feels good to have a little piss boy. Next time we had a sleep over I had
him shower with me.  He washed my back and I told him to kneel and wash my
cock. As he was kneeling in front of me soaping it up I let loose with a
stream of piss that caught him right in the face.  He felt humiliated and
started to cry but I ignored it and told him " now you are my little piss
slut you are gonna be drinking it so you better get used to it" He looked
shaken but when I told him "to take my cock in his mouth" he did it right
away and I clenched my muscles and forced the rest of my piss into his
mouth and told him to swallow. I loved the feeling of power and control
making him my piss slave gave me. I confess there was a part of me that
felt disgusted, but yet another part of me that reveled in his
humiliation. I took the opportunity to say" there is nothing lower than a
guy that will let another guy piss in his mouth and swallow it yet' I
watched the tears slide down his face and mix with the shower water as they
were washed away. Even as he cried he kept my cock in his mouth gently
sucking on it. I felt myself getting hard and he gave me a nice slow
blowjob till I shot my cum in his mouth. I ordered him to hold it there and
show it to me then to keep it in his mouth. I hadn't let him cum in a few
days and he was real hard. I told him to beat off as he swished my jizz
around in his mouth but not to cum without my permission.

Poor pauly he did not know if I would actually let him climax or
not. Sometimes I had him jerk but just never gave him permission to
cum. Once when he came without my permission I took my belt and gave him 30
whacks on his ass making him count them and thank me after each one. He was
balling after about the fifth stroke but I reminded him to count and thank
me or I told him I would start over. After that he never came without my
permission, too bad cause I enjoyed punishing him. I liked how his ass
looked bright red with welts on it. The day after his beating I kept
bumping into him on purpose at school, pressing into his ass watching him
flinch from the pain. I don't know how he managed to sit on that bruised
red ass in those hard school chairs all day.

But I digress as Paul played with my cum in his mouth I jammed a finger up
his ass as he jerked. The little faggot seemed to like that so I kept my
finger moving around as he kept jerking. I heard him say something I knew
he was asking to cum but with his mouth full of my fluid it sounded pretty
unintelligible. I kept asking him to repeat it saying "you little cum fag I
can't understand you speak clearly" I enjoyed the look of frustration on
his face and the desperate look in his eyes. Finally I told him he could
cum and to swallow my load as he came. He looked so happy, so relieved. I
kept the finger in his ass moving gently as he shot and felt his butt
clench as he shot a huge load against the tile wall. I told him "so you
like your ass played with and filled you really are a faggot aren't you" He
looked so humiliated as he replied "yes Sir" I then asked "who owns you,
who's little faggot slave are you," He looked at me adoringly his cock
dripping its last bit of cum and replied "yours Sir I am James's faggot,
your boy, your slave" "that's my good fag I replied now lick your cum off
the tile. From now on whenever I let you cum you will kiss my feet and
thank me then lick your cum up unless I order you to rub your face in it".

The next morning when I approached his house on my way to school as usual I
saw he was just waiting outside on his porch for me to appear so he could
walk to school with me. I told him from now on when you see me I want you
to kneel. If we are alone you will kiss my feet. If we are in public you
will just kneel and pretend to be tying your shoe so it looks natural but
you and I will both know what you are really doing. Paul immediately
dropped to his knees and bent forward lowering his head almost to the
ground. I ordered him up and gave him my books and lunch to carry. We
trudged along to school till we passed the ravine. I headed into the trees
and of course he followed. I told him "to kneel and take my dick out" He
leaned forward and kissed my pants over my fly rubbing his cheek against my
cock as a sign of submission. pauly reached in and brought my cock out
through my fly. I told him "I have to piss and you are gonna swallow all of
it. Anything that you miss you are gonna be wearing for the rest of the
day". "Yes Sir" came the reply and he seemed to eagerly put my cock in his
mouth. His submission and probably his warm mouth made me start to bone up
but I made myself focus on our upcoming History test running the answers
through my mind. Pretty soon I was able to start peeing and looked down to
see him feverishly gulping it into his stomach.  I had not yet peed that
morning as I was saving it for him so it was a big strong stream shooting
down his throat. He did his best, feverishly gulping my piss yet as my pee
continued some started to dribble out dripping down the front of his shirt
pretty soon more of it gushed out the side of his mouth till his shirt was
pretty wet. I finished up with him swallowing the last of my pee then wiped
my cock on his t-shirt as I did so shooting out a last stream of piss. I
looked down to see him looking disheveled with his shirt wet covered in my
urine. He actually looked quite happy and we continued the last little part
of our walk to school. When we got there he told me he had an extra shirt
in his locker for gym and he was going to go put it on. I said "no you
aren't you are my little piss boy now you are going to wear that shirt all
day so everyone can see it" He looked crestfallen and ashamed, like he
might cry. Just then one of the guys I hung with Mike came up and said " JB
what's all over your shirt?" He responded, " I spilt my apple juice" "Wow I
said it smells like piss" and I watched his look of horror and his eyes
start to tear up.

If you want me to continue this story from my teen years email me with your
comments or suggestions. If emailing it's nice to know your stats, where
you are from and if you are a top or a bttm; pics are also fun to get. My
email is jam186200222@hotmail.com please put jr. high sub as the subject
line. I do accept select sluts for training preferably in person but
occasionally by cam if you want to apply include a picture of yourself and
describe your experience and fantasies.


Copyright 2008 James Marks

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