Date: Tue, 13 Apr 2004 20:11:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Johnson <specialemailus@yahoo.com>
Subject: Training of Slave Bob #11

"I'm Mike. Master sent me over to be your chaperon for
the evening, to make sure you don't get into trouble.
Also, get that camera of yours, as Master wants full
documentation of the evening. Let's go."

I knew I had no choice, so I grabbed my ID and cash
and followed Mike out the door, ready for whatever the
night should bring.

I walked out of the apartment following Mike, and new
that when I returned I would again be a changed man. I
had never had to wear a buttplug outside my house. Of
course I had used one in the woods when I had my solo
service day, but I had never had to walk around with
one in me nor had I ever had to be in a public place
with anything in me.

The plug I had in was small enough that it didn't
seriously hurt or affect my walking. However, it did
cause a constant massage on my prostate and it had my
cock hard against the harness in my tight jeans. There
was no hiding the outline of my cock pressed hard
against my leg. Mike and I walked to the subway and
got on. I was going to stand, hoping to block my
hardness. Mike had other ideas, and said in a low,
stern voice "Sit!" I did as he ordered for fear that
he would yell. The car was not very crowded, but I
still felt much shame for sitting there with my cock
so hard and well outlined against the inside of my
thigh. The subway began the long slope up and over the
East River and then deep below Manhattan. We got off
in lower Manhattan and began the walk towards the West
Village. Mike walked me into a bar, and the flag and
the signs made it quite clear this was an old gay bar.
I had never been out like this. I was not "out." I had
been awakening to my sexuality, but had done most of
it in solitary exploration or with the anonymity of
the Internet. I had never been in a room surrounded by
gay men, but I was ready for it. I walked into the
bar, and the smoke and musty scent of a crowded room
of men made a powerful scent. I walked in, and bought
Mike and myself a beer.

"So PussyBoy, here's the situation. Master knows that,
despite your newfound sexuality, you have never been
forced to truly confront or accept it. You wouldn't
even have been fucked yet if it wasn't for getting
caught. You got fucked and got to suck cock last
weekend only because Master found out who you were and
didn't give you a choice. But now you have one. You
need more practice sucking cock. Master wants you to
be an expert by next weekend. Tonight you will have to
pick someone here, fully explain your situation, and
bring him back home. You will begin truly accepting
the fact that you crave cock. Though you have said so
many times, it has always been in private or to a
closed group. Tonight you must begin admitting it to
the world. Now begin, PussyBoy. You have two hours."

I looked around, overwhelmed by the scene and by the
thoughts in my head. I had begun years ago with
fantasies. At first I didn't even think I was gay; I
thought I was just getting off when my girlfriend was
out. After she left me, I had slowly awaken to my
desires and had met Master online. After a year, I had
it thrust on me suddenly in the past week. And now I
would have to proposition a man for the first time
face to face.

I was still too scared to ask anyone, and realized I
had already finished my beer. I ordered up another
one, and Mike warned me to slow down so I wouldn't get
too drunk. "Master doesn't want you to have any beer
courage. He wants a full, sober expression of your
outward homosexuality."

I sipped as I tried to get up my courage. I decided to
go to the bathroom. I walked in and was shocked. I
guess I never really thought about what a bathroom in
a gay bar would be like, but there certainly wasn't
the privacy of a usual bathroom. There were no
urinals, only a circular troff in the center of the
bathroom. I swallowed my pride, and opened my fly. I
pulled my cock partially out, but it has still
harnessed low on my body. It aimed straight down. I
tried to avert my eyes, but a guy walked in and began
peeing across from me, his eyes clearly fixated on my
cock.

"Whats with the strap, Boy?"

"Um, its a harness, Sir"

"Well, well, well, that your choice or someone put you
up to it?"

"Um, someone made me, Sir."

"Like a Master?"

"Yes Sir."

"Where is he Boy?"

I started explaining it to him, and before long I had
explained the project for the evening.

"Boy, if you thought it would be hard to find a guy
who'd let you suck his dick, then you don't have a
clue. I'm your man."

I walked with him back to Mike at the bar.

"Hi, I'm Mike."

"Blake here, good to meet you. So you ain't his
Master, right?"

"No, his Master and I are old friends."

"Oh, OK. So what are we waiting for?"

"Well, PussyBoy, thats what we call him, by the way.
Well, PussyBoy is still in the closet and has not had
any public gay exposure. He may not participate in any
sexual activities until we get back to his apartment,
as his Master wants to maintain some control to make
sure no one cums in him. However, he needs to have
some more experience in public, getting to be reminded
that he is finally admitting that he is a faggot and
craves gay sex. So, he still must stay here for an
hour and a half more. Now that he has admitted his
desires to you, he may resume drinking and will
provide you with anything you choose. He may not pee
until we get back to his apartment. Please let me know
if you need to. Well, to PussyBoy."

Mike raised his beer, and Blake joined him. They took
a gulp, each finishing their drink. They told me what
they wanted, and I turned to the bar to order a round.
It was loud with hard rock blaring from the jukebox
and I had to lean over the bar to yell to the
bartender. I felt a hand on my ass, and turned to see
Blake caressing my jeans clad ass. He began sliding a
hand up my crack, and seemed to notice a bump as he
passed over my anus. He rubbed deeper, and found my
plug poking out. As he rubbed it through the jeans, it
rocked gently on my prostate, raising my cock to
another full, painful erection. I turned with the
drinks and almost instantly, Blake's hand was down the
front of my pants. He grabbed my harnessed balls and
tugged firmly. He gave my cockhead a painful squeeze.
He took his hand out, and Mike whispered something in
his ear. He was giving away my secrets, and soon Blake
was tugging on the clamps on my nipples.

"Take the shirt off, PussyBoy."

I looked to Mike, but he was silent.

"I said, take your shirt off, PussyBoy, or go find a
new cock to suck, you pathetic faggot. Still too
scared of admitting it boy?"

He had a point. I had no more shame to give, and was
in a surroundings where I certainly would not be the
only one outwardly marked. There were shirtless guys
all over, including some with pierced and chained
nipples. I removed my t-shirt, and felt the air on my
chest and back. I tucked my shirt in my jeans pocket,
and got used to the openness. I forgot Mike had
brought my camera, but I remembered as the flash
captured my naked chest.

Time passed by, as I was groped by various guys around
me, who began teasing my nipples and cock. Eventually,
Mike said to the group around us, "Alright, show's
over, time to take him home. Perhaps some other time
I'll bring him out again for you all to play with."

Mike pulled my t-shirt out of my pocket and handed it
to me. He Blake and I finished our drinks and got
ready to leave.

"Hang on, I gotta piss." Blake said.

"Good, I was hoping you'd say that. Me too. Let's go,
PussyBoy."

The three of us walked to the bathroom, and Mike
locked the door behind him. Blake, slide your cock
down into his waistband, into his ass crack. Mike
unbuckled my pants to give a little space, and Blake
did as he ordered. Mike shoved his cock down the front
of my jeans, brushing along my pubes.

"OK, piss away."

With that, I was surrounded in a growing pool of piss
in my jeans. The material was soaked and I could not
believe I was doing this, or more to the point, that
it was being done to me.

"OK, now we're ready to take the subway back to
PussyBoy's place."

We walked through the door and to the subway. I looked
pathetic, like I had pissed my pants. However, I did
not have a choice and already my will was broken. We
got on the subway and I felt the liquid grow colder
and colder, chilly on my sticky thighs. Thankfully the
train went quick and soon enough we were back in
Brooklyn. We walked to my apartment and went up.

There was that green magnet staring at me. It wouldn't
be used tonight, though, as Kevin was out to dinner
with Gloria again, rekindling their romance.

I walked in and instantly stripped.

"Wow, this faggot sure is trained well." Blake said,
as the door closed.

"Yes he is. Now he will show you what he must do
before he will be allowed to suck our cocks. PussyBoy,
go pee."

I knew what to do, and got in the tub as Blake and
Mike followed me into the bathroom. They watched as I
lifted the harness strap off my cock, opened my mouth,
aimed my cock, and soon let loose a stream of hot piss
all over my face. Much filled my mouth, and I
swallowed a deep gulp of my piss, as Master wanted me
to learn to do.

Once I finished, I re-strapped my cock.

"OK, PussyBoy, Master wants you to do the enema and
then suck our cocks. Get to it."

I removed the buttplug from my anus, then I got my
bag, filled it, sucked on the nozzle, fucked my open
hole with it, and lodged it deep in place. I opened
the clip, and filled my insides. I went to the toilet,
and waited and released it. I did it over again, and
was ready to perform. We went into the bedroom, and
Mike cuffed me face down on the bed, on two pillows
below my belly.

"OK, Blake, fuck his face."

Blake didn't need to be told twice. He opened his fly,
letting his pants and boxers drop to his ankles, his
belt buckle clinking on the hard wood floors. He had a
short thick cock, which I had to open wide to
accommodate. He could put the whole thing in my mouth
without me gagging, though it stretched my jaws. He
grabbed the back of my head and began fucking me
quickly. As I was absorbed in the pressure in my
mouth, I felt Mike's hands spreading my ass open. I
felt my dildo rubbing up and down my ass crack, and
soon he began plunging it in me. Blake fucked my mouth
for several minutes, and he was showing signs of
cumming.

"Don't cum in his mouth." Mike yelled. "He is not
worthy of cum yet. Spray it on his face."

I think the words turned him on more, as it sent him
over the edge. He pulled out, stoked his cock a few
times, and sprayed my face with thick, milky ropes of
cum. When he had squeezed out the last spurt, Mike
pushed the dildo deep in me. He waived Blake over to
take control, as he came around to my face. Mike
pulled out his big cock, and slapped it against my
face. He then put the head into my lips, which I began
to savor. I could taste a slight bit of Blake's cum on
the head, and it was wonderful. He then slid his cock
slowly to the back of my throat, making me gag
slightly. As he was doing this, Blake was fucking me
with the plastic cock. He would pull it all the way
until just the very tip was in me, and I could hear
him chuckle as I bucked my hips up trying to keep more
of the plastic cock in me. He also grabbed my cock in
its harness and pulled it painfully under me until it
was bent back up towards my anus. It was pressed
between my harnessed balls, and up into the base of my
ass crack. He wiped the precum I was dripping, and
rubbed it onto my balls, where he left it to dry in a
sticky pool. I was absorbed in the pleasure in my
anus, until Mike pulled his cock out.

"PussyBoy, the point of this was to practice sucking
cock, and clearly you are distracted. Do we need to
remove your dildo?"

"No Sir, please keep fucking me. I'm sorry, I promise
to concentrate."

Mike slapped me across the face ten times with his
cock, before pushing it past my lips again. He fucked
my mouth for a few more minutes, before pulling out
and shooting his load across my lips and cheeks. I
licked my lips clean, but was otherwise denied the cum
my mouth craved.

"So Blake, what do you like to do besides have faggots
like this suck your cock?"

"Well, I'm versatile, and get into whatever."

"Good, because I would love to fuck an ass, but
PussyBoy's ass is owned by his Master."

"Well, you can fuck me, but can PussyBoy eat me
first?"

"Of course. In fact you'd be doing him a favor. you
should have seen the party last weekend. This faggot
spent over half an hour eating ass, and you should
have seen how hard it made that pathetic little cock
of his. PussyBoy, put your big plug and and get him
ready."

Blake got naked and backed his ass to my tongue. It
was not the sexy ass I had fantasized about. It was
hairy. I reluctantly licked his crack and went for his
hole. He bent over and spread his cheeks, and I tasted
his hole. It was sweaty and musty and overwhelming. I
went on like this for a while, and soon Blake bent
over further and began sucking Mike's cock back to an
erection.

"Do I need to wear a condom?" Mike asked.

"No, just pull out."

With that, Mike turned Blake around and he pushed his
cock into my mouth. Mike pushed into his ass, and the
pressure in Blake's ass forced him forward, stretching
open my mouth. I was full at both ends and loving it.
Mike fucked him roughly for about ten minutes as I
sucked his cock in my bound position. Mike got ready
to cum, grabbed Blake's hips, and pulled out, spraying
a load across Blake's crack and balls. This sent Blake
over the edge. He didn't pull out, and pumped a load
into my mouth.

"Oh well, guess PussyBoy's gonna eat some cum tonight.
Well, his Master will deal with that, but who cares.
OK, PussyBoy, its your lucky day. Clean Blake, you cum
sucking faggot."

Blake bent over at an obscene angle, giving me full
access to his ass and balls, where I savored the taste
of sweat and cum. Once he was clean, Mike told me it
was late and it was time for them to leave. He
unlocked my hands and left me. It looked pretty clear
that he was not done with Blake, but they walked out
and there I was alone. The phone rang instantly.

"PussyBoy, looks like you found what you needed,
though I don't approve of the way it ended. I will
deal with that next weekend. For now, get some sleep.
I have put an advertisement on CyberMasters online. I
have told them that you must perform phone sex for as
many men as possible tomorrow. Unlike usual, you will
not be forbidden from cumming. IN fact you will have
to cum every time a man calls you. I don't care if its
ten minutes after the last one, you will do it. You
must accept calls and masturbate until you literally
cannot cum any longer. I want to see at least two dry
orgasms before you stop. Anything more than a drip or
two and you will have to go again. Now get to sleep,
PussyBoy. I have made you available as of 9 AM."

I couldn't sleep, but just lay there on the bed,
wishing I could cum then but knowing that soon enough
I would have more orgasms than I could handle.

I must have drifted off, as the next thing I knew the
phone was ringing.

"PussyBoy, go have your first piss, so we can get on
with the phone sex. You will start with Master."

I did my pee ritual as I got ready for a day of
orgasm, which I was sure would end in a sore, raw cock
and total exhaustion. But for now I had to clamp my
cock on Master's orders, interrupting my pee.

To be continued...

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