Date: Sun, 15 Aug 2004 15:08:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Johnson <specialemailus@yahoo.com>
Subject: Training of Slave Bob Pt 19 (gay/auth)

And with that, the dial tone rang out. I turned off
the phone and turned around to face Katie.

"So, PussyBoy, is it? Well, we certainly do have a bit
of catching up to do. But first, there is something I
hope you still remember to do well. Eat me!"

With that, she laid back on the bed and I dropped down
between her thighs. It was a familiar place, yet so
strange after the past year of changes. But I knew
better than to disobey an order like that, and I set
to work pleasuring her.

I dove my mouth into that familiar snatch, eating at
her sticky mess. She spread wide and gave me full
access to her cunt. I nibbled on her puffy lips and
moved up to her swollen clit. As she started moaning
harder, I reached a finger into her and began
massaging for her G-spot. I found it and began
attacking her pleasure centers. Her thighs began to
grip around my ears as she grabbed my head and forced
me harder against her clit. I felt the wave of orgasm
wash over her, but she was not done and held me in
place through her spasm. I kept going at it, and soon
she reached a deeper orgasm, as I felt her body tense
and finally relax in bliss. I stayed on my knees
between her thighs until she regained her senses and
looked up at me.

"Well, PussyBoy, you haven't lost your touch. Your
tongue feels better trained than ever. I guess you've
been getting some work in that regard. But you were
always good at eating me out. To think of all those
nights we spent like this. You unable to get an
erection or keep it long enough to fuck me.
Embarrassed, you would go down on me. I certainly
enjoyed the attention; it is rare to find a man who
enjoys eating pussy as much as you did. Too bad it was
not that you were a responsive lover; it was simply
that you could not satisfy me any other way and needed
some way to keep me around. I guess I never wanted to
admit what I knew all along. I saw the gay porn on
your computer, and tried to believe your lies about
faulty links and spam and all that. I even saw the
phone calls, always on Sunday when I was at work, to
random numbers in Montana or North Carolina, where I
knew you didn't know anyone. And then there were the
frequent calls to Baltimore. I remembered the number
from all of the appearances on the phone bill. So
needless to say, I was shocked when I saw it on my
caller-ID this weekend. Ric, I guess you call him
Master, he called me up this weekend. He said you had
something to tell me, that it would explain why
everything had gone wrong with us, and that I should
wait for you here today. Well, I think the note on
your stomach and that weird contraption on your cock
say quite a bit, but I want to hear it all from you.
But first, I need a drink."

As Master had turned me over to her possession for the
day, I knew this order was equal to one coming
directly from Master, and I immediately got up and
turned to the kitchen to get a gin and tonic, like she
always drank. I returned and handed her the drink.
"Turn around and bend over, PussyBoy," she commanded.
I did as I was told, and exposed my plugged hole to
her view.

"I thought I noticed something when you walked out of
here. Did you really have that thing in your asshole
since you left Baltimore?"

Swallowing the last bits of my pride, I began telling
her the story.

"Yes. It is one of my buttplugs that Master Ric has
provided for me. My asshole now belongs to him, and he
uses it to control my actions and pleasure. He is
currently using the combination of a plug in my hole
to arouse me with a harness that prevents erections to
add pain to my arousal and deny me the ability to even
approach a standard orgasm."

"As you know, Master Ric is the man from Baltimore who
I used to call quite a bit. It started before we even
moved in together. I did not think I was gay, perhaps
not even bisexual. I ignored the fact that I sucked
cock in high school. Oh, I guess that one's news to
you. Remember when you met Peter, my friend from high
school, and I acted really strange all night? (She
nodded as she remembered the night vaguely from two
years ago.) Well one night in high school, Pete and I
got drunk and we began talking about sex. My cock was
rock hard, and he began asking questions about the
closeness of our relationship and kind of beating
around the bush. So I confronted him, powered by
alcohol, and bluntly asked if he wanted to suck my
dick. He was shocked, but said yes and we went up to
my bedroom. We got naked (I had never been naked even
with a woman before) and both of our cocks were rock
hard. I laid back on my bed and he got down between my
legs and started sucking me. Eventually, we got into a
69 and I tasted cock for the first time. I enjoyed
sucking him, enjoyed the power of his body pushing
down on mine, and really enjoyed cumming into his
mouth and then feeling him erupt in mine. I had tasted
my own cum before, but it was so much better to
swallow it hot, shooting out of a cock. Well, we
passed out soon after we were done and he was gone
when I woke up. I saw him a couple days later and
tried to talk to him about it, but he just mumbled how
drunk he had been and that he couldn't remember
anything. I knew he was lying, but couldn't get him to
admit it. So I tried to forget it too, and chalked it
up to "experimentation." I went on thinking I could be
with women and leave this all in my past, but clearly
my problems maintaining erections for women showed
that that was not possible. Perhaps if he had reacted
differently, I would have explored more with him and
could have saved you and the other girls quite a bit
of trouble and time wasted on me."

Katie was laying back on the pillows, fingering
herself slowly and sipping on her drink as she
listened to me.

"Ever since that experience in high school, I had
tried to carry on relationships with women. However, I
continued to have urges that they could not fulfill. I
would often go online and download gay porn movies.
When I was bored, I would also go to chat rooms and
post online ads, looking for men to jerk off with. I
found that I was particularly aroused by older men.
Many of the men online were older, and liked to have
phone sex and role plays with a younger man like
myself. I was aroused by the power and experience they
conveyed. I was always somewhat submissive by nature,
and found the greatest pleasure in talking to men who
took a dominant position and gave me orders to service
them. I also began watching more porn like that, with
slaves tied and chained and having their holes stuffed
full of cock, toys, and other things by dominant men.
As I explored this side of me, I found it increasingly
difficult to maintain erections for women, as you
witnessed. I would hold out and not cum for a couple
of days, hoping that I would be horny enough to
properly fuck you. But, as you saw, it was rare that I
could complete the act. What you did not know, was
that after I would eat you out, I would wait for you
to fall asleep and then go to the office and get on my
computer. I would watch one of my porn movies and
would instantly be harder than my cock ever was for
you. I could even achieve back to back orgasms, and
would often cum two or three times during one scene. I
would then eat my cum to destroy the evidence, brush
my teeth to cover the taste, and then slide back into
bed with you. I can't think of how many hours of sleep
were wasted waiting for you to sleep so I could get
off. I'm sorry, but that was all that would keep me
sane. I guess I eventually had to admit my desires.
Well, not quite admit, as I told you I just thought
the relationship was going no where and I needed more.
Too bad I couldn't admit that I needed something no
woman could ever give me: the control of an older
man's experienced touch. I had met Master online a
year before we broke up. We started having phone sex,
as well as frequent contact by e-mail and instant
messengers. In fact, one time you almost caught me as
I had accidentally left the IM connected when you got
home. His message came up as I kissed you, and I had
to frantically shut the window and turn off my
computer screen. I ended up having to go back an hour
later and quickly explain to Master why I had not
responded, before disconnecting, all while you were
sitting in the next room. Anyway, he began to give me
small orders to do. Thats why I trimmed my pubes for
the first time."

"Yes, I remember," she said, "but I wish he had
ordered more shaving. You look so much better with all
that nasty hair gone from around your balls and ass.
Guess its not as manly as you claimed it was, because
a man got you to remove it all and show you how much
sexier it is and how much more sensitive you must be."

"Yes, it is nice. Now I know why you enjoyed me eating
you so much more when you shaved. I certainly
appreciated it, and understand why you were so
unwilling to go down on me. I'm sorry. So yes, he
began giving me orders to shave parts of me, and he
began having me explore my anus. I had occasionally
jerked off with a finger in my hole since high school,
but Master instructed me how to properly relax and
enjoy it and to probe for my prostate. It was around
then I began touching your asshole when I ate you out,
and eventually got you to allow me to finger you back
there as well. And why I made it clear on those rare
occasions you sucked me, how much I wanted my hole
touched too. Well, Master has certainly showed me how
much pleasure can truly be found back there for me.
After you left, he had me go out and spend a day naked
in the woods, taking pictures the whole way, as I
explored my asshole."

The computer was wired to a screen in the bedroom, and
I turned on the slide show of that first day as I
continued telling her. She was surprisingly aroused as
she fingered herself, watching me with plugs in my
hole. She laughed as she saw me suck them and eat my
loads off of them. I continued telling her about
Master's appearance at my door, and about my
activities with Kevin. She said she knew something
must have been going on by his strange reaction when
she saw him earlier and had him let her in. I
continued telling her about my experiences, including
the orgy, the enemas, the rim jobs I gave and
received, and finally about Master's dungeon. She was
getting very aroused listening to me, and soon had me
back down between her legs. I began eating at her hole
and then licked a finger and began to massage her
asshole. It gave way and I was soon sliding a finger
deep in her hole. I ate her out and began fingering
her cunt as well, rubbing my fingers against the ones
in her other hole, pinching at her insides. She was
going wild, and quickly reached two more orgasms. I
rested there, inhaling her scent, as I heard the sound
of an email arriving. I looked up at the screen, and
the name of the e-mail was displayed in the lower
corner: "You forgot something." The message was from
Master. I went to the computer in the other room, and
knew Katie could see it as I opened the message. The
e-mail included a video clip of me shoving the beer
can in my asshole. I could hear her shriek in laughter
in the other room.

"I knew you liked beer, but not like that. How the
fuck did you get that thing in you?"

I had to admit it, and began telling her about the
dildo play and Master fisting me and that being my
reward.

"Well, from the looks of your cock, I guess you found
something that could turn you on like I never could.
While I'm pissed you lied to me for so long, I'm glad
to see you finally found something that made you
happy. I don't know what to think, but I certainly
want to see what you could have done if I had known of
the pleasure your ass gives you. Now show me what you
can do."

I went to the front door and retrieved the bag from
Master. Katie laughed as she saw the logo on the bag.
I pulled out the soft display bag and unrolled it,
revealing the various sized plugs and dildos. Katie
reached for one of the larger ones and placed it at he
cunt opening, and tried to push it in. It went no
where.

"How fucking big are these things? You put them up
your ass? How the fuck does that happen?"

I began describing to her about proper anal relaxation
and lubrication, and removed the plug from my ass as I
told her. From the looks of the plug, I knew I needed
an enema before a proper session. I removed my
harness, my cock shriveled but my balls hanging very
low.  Katie followed into the bathroom, and watched as
I sucked the nozzle and fucked myself and did the
enema. When I went to release, she noticed the missing
seat. I explained as I hovered and released the enema
and repeated the process. Once I was done, she said
she needed to piss. She refused to hover over the
toilet and instructed me to lay in the tub. She stood
over me, and pissed a thick stream over my chest.

"What a mess!! Now clean me up."

I did, licking clean her feet and inner thighs and
pussy. She then turned on the shower and we showered
together. She nuzzled her ass back on my cock, and the
freedom to have an erection felt wonderful. When we
were clean, we returned to the bedroom. She laid me
back and watched as I lubed up one of the larger plugs
and began working my hole. I easily took the first
one, to her surprise, and she enjoyed watching me lick
one clean as I worked on the next. I did three of the
larger ones, and my cock was rock hard.

"I wish that thing ever got that hard for me. But I
guess it is now, and I should use it while I can. Fuck
me, PussyBoy."

With that, she climbed onto me and began riding my
cock. She held my stretched out nuts in one hand and
reached back to play with the base of the plug in my
asshole. She was grinding it deep in me as she rode
me, forcing it against my prostate. I stayed hard, and
soon was overwhelmed by the feeling of tight, wet
pussy milking my cock. I started shooting deep in her.

"Once again, you show how selfish you are. I finally
had your cock hard; I would have liked to cum. Well
since you love cum so much, perhaps you will no longer
refuse to eat my hole like you used to. I guess you
had to keep the whole straight guy image going, though
I've been with a few who didn't mind eating a little
cum in order to get to fuck this hot pussy raw. Guess
you weren't man enough to admit what turned you on and
incorporate those things into the great friendship we
had. Oh well, too late for that now. So eat me, you
sissy PussyBoy."

After all this, I still felt such shame for the years
of lies. I laid back in shame, and she climbed up
lowered her snatch onto my tongue. She ground it down,
forcing the weight of her body down on my tongue as I
buried it deep in her, tasting my seed. I ate her
until she came, the spasming of her vagina squeezing
my cum out of her hole and down onto my face, and I
loved every moment of it.

After she was done, Katie began going through my bag,
and found a DVD named "PussyBoy's First Fist." She
showed it to me, and I realized Master must have
burned some of the video of my session onto a disk and
slipped it in the bag.

Katie placed it in the player, and soon I was
displayed on the screen, my legs hung high and me
shoving plugs into my hole, stretching it beyond
belief. Katie decided she wanted me to reenact it, so
she found my ankle straps and had me instruct her on
how my shackles and hooks worked. She had me bound,
got the lube, and allowed the video to continue. After
the last couple of days, I had even less difficulty
than I showed in the video, working through each
larger plug until the last one. It was larger than the
final one in Master's dungeon. I was in agony, as I
had not been permitted to cum as all this was going
on. Katie asked me where to find lube like Master was
using, and I instructed her to get Crisco from the
pantry. She lathered up her arm, had me remove and
suck on the plug, and she got to work forcing her hand
into my hole. Her hands were significantly smaller
than Master's, and I soon easily accepted her fist.
She worked my hole, sliding her fist deep in me, and
granting me pleasure by lowering her lips to my
dripping cock. I soon came, as she sucked me while
continually punching my insides. She withdrew her
hand, and climbed up my body, kissing me for the first
time and spitting my cum back into my mouth. She then
just stared at pathetic me, realizing this is what I
had always needed. She got up to go clean off, leaving
me bound. She returned and asked me for cuffs, and I
directed her to the timer cuffs on the bed stand. She
cuffed my hands and set the timer for two hours.

"Bye PussyBoy, I've got to go shopping." She went to
the pile of clothes near the door, took my card, and
headed out the door.

I was left there in sexual bliss, but with another
whole layer of confusion as I tried to grasp the fact
that my former girlfriend had just fisted me, while
watching video of my gay Master doing the same. I
tried to make sense of it all, but was totally
exhausted, and made an effort to fall asleep despite
my legs hanging in the air. I knew I'd be in for quite
a bit more before the night was over. I must have
drifted off, as I awoke to Katie standing there, with
two shopping bags. Inside one of them, I saw some
packaging from my local sex store and tried to imagine
what she had picked up.

_____________

To Be Continued...


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