Date: Tue, 9 Mar 2004 17:51:07 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Johnson <specialemailus@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Training of Slave Bob- Pt 2 (gay/authoritarian)

I began the long drive home, and couldn't help but
relieve the experience. I felt something strange,
knowing a stranger had controlled my body like that.
But I was excited by the potential, and knew I had
found my role. I could finally relax and stop worrying
about my sexuality, and leave my pleasure to be
determined and controlled by an experienced man. I was
enjoying this, but as I approached the George
Washington Bridge back into the city, I started
getting nervous. I knew that as soon as I got home, I
had to log on to my computer and create a slide show
of the events of the day. I got home and I did this,
making sure not to look at any of the pictures.

I then nervously picked up the phone and dialed those
familiar numbers of my Master. I called at 8:31, and
he answered immediately:

"Hello PussyBoy, I've been expecting you. I trust you
have complied with all my orders. However, you are one
minute late, so you must be punished. I trust you are
naked and have left the plug in. What punishment do
you think you deserve?"

I was naked. I would never dare call Master without
being fully naked. I was thinking that I was only a
minute late; I shouldn't be punished that severely.
However, I had kept Master waiting and knew I could
not choose a slight punishment.

"I have kept you waiting one minute, so I must be
punished for at least that long. Perhaps I should have
a weight attacked to my balls for at least that long."

"Yes PussyBoy. I think that sounds about right. I
trust your balls are still tied off. (They were.) Now
tie the loose ends to the water jug. (This was not the
first time Master had forced me to abuse my balls.)
Now go to the tub, dangling the jug under the faucet.
You will make sure the the jug is off the ground and
that the full weight is carried by your balls. Turn
the water on very slowly, and slowly fill the jug. Do
not do it too quickly or you will only be in for more
trouble, which will begin with starting over. And
remember, the clock does not start until the jug is
full."

So there I was, worn out from a day of walking and
following Master's orders, and now I was standing in
the tub, adding weight at an excruciatingly slow pace
as a water jug tugged harder and harder on my balls.
After about 3 minutes, the jug was finally full.

"Good PussyBoy, you have pleased me. Now stand up all
the way, and begin doing squats. But don't you dare
allow the jug to hit the bottom of the tub."

I started, and the pain became almost unbearable. The
string around my balls was tugging firmly on my nuts,
and hurt every time the jug swayed. I also became
aware of the plug in my ass again. I had to tense up
to help support the jug, and this only added to the
sensation filling my asshole. After what felt like an
eternity, my Master allowed me to squat and rest the
jug. It had been well over a minute, but I knew better
than to question Master's discretion.

"Now PussyBoy, you may empty the jug and remove it.
But remember, one problem and we will be back here
again."

I knew better than to fail at any task my Master
ordered. I had been serving him for over year, and he
had been most tolerant of the fact that I was a scared
little PussyBoy, to scared to admit that I wanted to
turn my body over to him completely, to fully submit
to my homosexual desires and to him as my Master. He
had been overly patient in letting me serve him from a
distance, so I knew better than to let him down.

"Now PussyBoy, I want you to go to your room, set up
your laptop next to your bed, and lay there. You are
to remove the plug from your ass. You may not use any
more lube, as your ass will already be wet enough from
your juices and cum. Get the dildo ready and await my
instructions."

I did as I was told. It was certainly a familiar
scene. I had been getting "fucked" like this for all
the time I had served Master. When I was still too
scared to admit that I was in fact a faggot PussyBoy,
I would use the candle which still stood next to my
bed. I kept it there as a reminder of what I had
always dreamed of, my Master's cock. It was also a
constant reminder of my shame, something that others
could view but only I truly understood the purpose of.
I woke up and went to sleep next to it, a constant
reminder of the desire to one day have my ass properly
filled like the PussyBoy I knew I was.

When I was on the bed and ready, I removed the plug.
My ass was totally sore. I had never had anything in
my ass for more than a few minutes at a time, and my
ass had been almost continually filled for over 8
hours. I got the dildo and told my Master I was ready.

"OK PussyBoy, this is what you are going to do. You
are to set up the slide show so that the frames click
off every fifteen seconds, just as they were taken, so
I may see how long you performed each task. As we view
them together, you are going to use the dildo on
yourself. Each time the frame clicks, you are to pull
the dildo out extremely slowly, then plunge it back in
to the hilt in one motion. You may do this once per
picture, and you may not in any way touch your cock
until ordered. You are to use your other hand to work
your nipples. They must be sore by now, but of course
that is no concern of mine. However, before we begin,
as I will only have pictures but no sound, you must
show me how you begged for my cock."

I got the dildo ready, and began:

"Master,
Please consider me worthy to enjoy the hardness of you
cock. I know I am not worthy as I have never served
you properly, but please fill my ass. You have shown
me over the past year that I am a PussyBoy. My hole is
meant to be filled. I derive pleasure from it only
when dreaming that it could be used to properly serve
my Master's cock. Please fuck me like the PussyBoy I
am. I need cock in me constantly. I feel empty and
incomplete without my asshole filled. PLEASE FUCK ME
SIR...PLEASE...PLEASE"

"Good PussyBoy. You will be plunging it in hard, so I
want you to begin with a very slow insertion."

"Yes, Master."
With that, I placed the head at my battered hole and
began pushing slightly. The experience of the day had
made my hole supple and welcoming, and it no longer
gave the usual firm Resistance. I had to resist the
temptation to push it in, and just kept applying slow,
steady pressure. After close to a minute, it was
finally buried to the hilt, and my mind was already
swimming with desire for my Master.

"It is in, Sir"
"Good PussyBoy. Now let's watch, and remember my
instructions."

On the screen I caught the first glimpse of myself.
This was the first digital camera I had owned, and the
first time I had ever taken a picture of myself nude.
There I was, standing naked in a campsite latrine,
with a plug buried in my ass, my hard cock in my hand,
and a pair of silky pink panties just below my smooth
balls. I felt ashamed yet turned on as well. I
followed orders, and slowly pulled the dildo out of
me, then thrust it back to the hilt. It was only then
that I realized that Master was seeing me for the
first time as well. I had always been too scared to
show him a picture of myself, to reveal my true
identity, but there I was for him to see.

"Very nice, PussyBoy. Unfortunately, I don't remember
this being on the agenda."

"No Sir, it was not. I only did it for a few seconds.
That was the latrine that I told you about early in
our relationship. It was the place I first jerked off
with friends when I was 12. I needed to do that for
old times."

By now, the next picture was up, and the issue was
dropped. I was sitting there on a dock, laying back
with the camera shooting from past my feet. As I
lifted my legs up, I could see the plug lodged firmly
in my ass. I worked the dildo in and out, as ordered.
The next frame was me removing the plug. I could see
my hole gaping slightly open in the picture. I pumped
the dildo in and out. I then had fingers buried in me.
Another pump. Several more like this, and each got the
same response. It was excruciating to relive the
moment like this, and the slowly dildo fuck I was
giving my ass only made time stretch on and on. It was
quite a while before the pictures showed me suddenly
stop, my fingers buried deep in my hole. Master asked
me what I was saying, as my mouth was pictured open.

"I was following orders, Sir. I was screaming 'THANK
YOU MASTER FOR CONTROLLING MY THOUGHTS AND CUM!'"

"What was that PussyBoy, I didn't hear you."

I had to repeat it, but was a little afraid the
neighbors would hear. I said it in my loudest speaking
voice "THANK YOU MASTER FOR CONTROLLING MY THOUGHTS
AND CUM!"

"Good PussyBoy, thats better."

By then, the images had progressed to my orgasm. I had
never seen my reaction like that, perhaps because I
had never cum from such a deep place within my body. I
was contorted and the load I shot was larger than I
had remembered. I saw myself eating my cum. If I still
had any doubts about my homosexual desires, they were
forgotten when I realized the look of sheer pleasure I
had after that orgasm, particularly the look on my
face as I buried my tongue in my hot load of cum. I
came up with a look of satisfaction that no meal could
provide. I then saw myself rubbing the cum into the
buttplug and inserting it back in my hole. I hadn't
noticed the trace of cum this had left on my ass ring.
I could now see the cum glistening in the sun.

My pleasure was building from the sensation in my ass
and from the pleasure Master and I were receiving from
viewing my pictures, but I knew I couldn't cum yet. I
had another orgasm of picture to go through before I
would be allowed to cum.

"OK PussyBoy, before we continue, you will be allowed
some pleasure as you have pleased me. However, don't
you dare cum unless ordered. You may now give your
cock 20 strokes. And remember boy, don't you dare
cum."

I was thankful for the strokes, but they only made
matters worse. All I wanted to do was stroke until I
came, but I knew this was not possible. I had to hold
back, which was next to impossible. I somehow managed,
but was near tears by the end of it.

"Good PussyBoy. Let's continue..."

The show resumed, and there I was bent over a rock. I
had shot this from the side to show both the dildo
thrusting in and out of my ass as well as the look on
my face. You could see me first yelling something. My
Master did not ask me now to repeat it, but he
laughed, knowing I had been yelling of my homosexual
desires and desire for his cock as loud as I could. We
then watched as I buried th dildo deep in my hole. The
look on my face told it all. I had never had anything
in me so full or deep, and my mind was overcome by the
sensation. And I could relive it, as I was burying the
same dildo in my hole as we watched. You could also
see my cock turning red as it rubbed against the rock.
I was now so turned on and was so thankful when the
pictures showed my second orgasm, and me licking the
mess off the rock. I was sure Master would allow me to
cum soon. I was anxiously awaiting the command.

"Well PussyBoy, it certainly looks as if you enjoyed
your day of training. I particularly like the part at
the end when you milked your cock dry on the buttplug,
then placed it in your mouth. I would like you to put
it in your mouth again. (I did as ordered.) Good
PussyBoy. Now that I won't have to hear any backtalk,
there is the certain matter of the strokes at the
beginning. While I understand the significance of that
location in your homosexual development, I must remind
you that those are not my memories nor was that for my
pleasure. You did that for your own gratification,
PussyBoy, not mine. Now you must suffer to make up for
your indiscretion. Go back to the tub."

I grunted "Yes Master" which was of course muffled and
unintelligible as my mouth was filled.

"Now PussyBoy, refill the jug, and even slower this
time. I want a slow trickle."

I did as he ordered, attaching the jug to my swollen
nuts and turning on the water. My nuts were so sore,
but I knew I had to do this if I ever wished release.
It was over 5 minutes before the gallon jug was
filled, and my nuts felt like they were being pulled
off of me.

"Now PussyBoy, I hope you have learned your lesson. If
you want to seek your own pleasure, go do that.
However, in the time I have worked with you, I think
you have realized that you derive the greatest
pleasure from serving me and having me establish when
and if you should receive pleasure. If you are my
PussyBoy, then you must acknowledge that I control
your thoughts, your body, your nipples, your ass, you
balls and you ass. I shall use them for my pleasure.
Any pleasure you may derive is purely from my own
interest or because you have earned it through your
service of me. Now I know your nuts must be burning,
but you are not ready for pleasure yet. Lift the jug
one inch, then let go. (UGGH!!!!) Good PussyBoy, now
two inches (UGGGGGH!!!). Good PussyBoy, remember I
control every pleasurable thought you have. Even
though this hurts, it pleases you to know I am
enjoying it. Now three inches (UGGGGGGGGHH!!!). Good
PussyBoy, again! (UGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!) Thank you
PussyBoy. You have proven your dedication. Because of
this I will allow you some release. You may untie the
jug."

"Now PussyBoy, if you are to orgasm, you must of
course do it properly. You now realize the true
meaning of a PussyBoy. You are Master's boy, and you
derive your pleasure through pleasing him. As a proper
PussyBoy, you derive this pleasure through the nerve
center found in your anal ring and deep in your boy
pussy. Therefore, you are now to use that dildo to
fuck yourself. And any PussyBoy knows that when
getting fucked, you may not cum until your Master has
cum inside you. Therefore, you are to use the dildo in
your boy pussy until Master cums; only then will you
be permitted to cum. You may lay on your back in the
tub to do this. You have told me of the many years you
fucked yourself like this, when you enjoyed having
fingers buried deep inside you and cumming all over
your face, yet were too scared to admit that you were
a little sissy PussyBoy. Lay in the tub like you used
to, with feet high on the wall so your cock is aimed
back at your face."

I got in the familiar position, with the phone cradled
on my shoulder, a buttplug in my mouth and a dildo
lodged firmly in my ass. Master began telling me how
good my ass felt milking his cock. He praised me for
being such a good PussyBoy, but also continually
reminded me of the fact that I was a scared little
PussyBoy and I should properly have Master's cock in
my ass instead of the sorry dildo. As my mouth was
full and I could not respond, I could only lay there
and fuck my hole and let Master's words race through
my head. I eventually heard his breath shorten and the
familiar grunts of his orgasm shooting through his
body. I was overcome by desire and so anxious to touch
my cock, but Master then asked if I had anything to
tell him. He gave me permission to spit out the
buttplug. And I screamed out the words that had become
my mantra:

"THANK YOU MASTER FOR CONTROLLING MY THOUGHTS AND
CUM!"

I had yelled it while in a state of total abandon, not
realizing I was in my apartment and neighbors might
hear. By then it was too late to care, as my cock
began erupting without any contact, shooting thick
loads across my face, which I eagerly tried to catch
in my mouth. I managed to catch most in my mouth (as I
said, I've been cumming this way since I was 16) After
about 8 spurts, my cock was finally dry. I was spent
from the day.

"Good PussyBoy. You have pleased me. You may now go to
bed. But be sure to leave the loads you missed on your
face to dry, so that they will be a reminder that the
PussyBoy will not enjoy a full load until he has
Master's cock buried in his mouth. Goodnight."

And with that, the dial tone kicked in. I was spent. I
was laying in my tub, a butt plug covered in saliva
laying on my chest, a dildo still half buried in my
ass, and another load drying on my face. I laid like
that for about five minutes, until I decided to move
to the bedroom. Just then, I heard the doorbell. I
grabbed a towel and looked through the peephole, and
saw Kevin, the 55 year old bachelor who lived above
me. I opened the door, forgetting the half dried cum
on mu face, and almost fainted when he said "So what's
this I hear about someone controlling your cum?"


...To be continued

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