Date: Fri, 12 Mar 2004 19:05:00 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Johnson <specialemailus@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Training of Slave Bob Pt. 3

"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 my face, and almost fainted when he said "So what's
this I hear about someone controlling your cum?"

"Um, I don't know what you mean." I said, trying to
hide my shame as I knew my face was turning beet red.

"Oh don't lie to me, you little faggot!" He yelled, as
he walked past me into the apartment, pushing the door
closed behind him.

"I've heard you since the second week you moved in.
Every time that bitch girlfriend of yours went to
work,
you were on the phone with some other fag, saying shit
like "Fuck me Daddy." I knew something wasn't quite
right about you, and then I started hearing that shit.
For hours on end sometimes. And then that bitch
finally got some sense to walk out on you."

I was standing there in total shock. I had been having
sessions with various men over the last two years I
had lived here, and for the past year with Master. I
had been more and more open with my sexuality, but
hadn't been confronted with it since I was in high
school and got drunk with a friend and ended up with
his cock in my mouth. I had definitely never been
confronted like this. And all along I thought the TV
being on loud had covered my yells when I called
Master. I guess I had been more carried away and
hadn't paid attention to how loud I was.

"So do you have anything to say for yourself, faggot?"

"Um, nnnno Sir" I said, not sure what to do.

"Sir? You some kind of submissive little fuck. You
always call me Kevin, but suddenly you start in with
all this 'Sir' shit? I always hear you yellin that
shit in the phone. Well since your such a little
faggot, and you always thank that other fag for
controlling you, maybe we should have a chat with him
and see what he thinks about all this."

With that, he picked up the portable phone on the
table and hit redial before I could stop him. I was so
scared of what Master would say.

"PussyBoy, I thought you went to bed?" I could hear
Master faintly on the phone.

"PussyBoy? Is that what you call this faggot?"

"Who's this?"

"I'm the neighbor who has to listen to this faggot
yell into the phone every night. I always hear him
beggin for cock and so I'm gonna give him one in his
mouth to finally shit him up. You wanna hear?"

With that, Kevin turned on the speaker phone and
Master's voice rang out into the room.

"So you've discovered my PussyBoy. I've been breaking
him in for over a year, and you think you can just
step in and fuck him?"

"I aint no faggot. I just want him to suck my cock to
shut him the fuck up," Kevin said.

"I'll allow it on a few conditions. I have spent a lot
of effort breaking him in and getting him to accept
the desires he has always had. In case you don't know,
PussyBoy likes older men, he likes to be controlled,
spanked and abused. He has begged me to do all these
things for him. However, he's also a scared little
boy."

Kevin was eying me, standing there in a towel, totally
ashamed of the facts confronting me. Keivin couldn't
help but laugh at my pathetic existence.

"In fact, he is so scared he has never even given me
his real name or any information about him. Describe
him for me."

"Well, he's probably 230 pounds, 6 feet tall. He's got
a crew cut and a beard. He's a hairy fucker."

"And what is his cock like?"

"Like I told you, I ain't no faggot, and anyway,
PussyBoy, [he laughs], PussyBoy, sorry I can't help
but laugh at that shit, PussyBoy's wearin a towel."

"Get naked PussyBoy." I heard Master order into the
phone. I had never heard that command before, as I
would never dare to call Master without being
completely naked, with all my equipment ready and my
ass completely clean. I was required to use an enema
twice before any session of service could begin.

"Now, tell me more."

"Well, PussyBoy [chuckle] must be cold or something
because he's got a tiny little thing."

"And the ass?"

"Well, under all that hair, I can't really tell."

"Hmm, seems like he overstated a few things. And what
is PussyBoy's name?"

"Billy. Not sure about the last name. Somethin with a
"P", I remember from the buzzer downstairs."

"Well, well, I don't suppose you'd tell me where
exactly?"

"Oh sure, we're out in Dumbo. Old condo building next
to the bridge."

"Dumbo?"

"Yeah, under the bridge in Brooklyn. You not from
around here?"

"Isn't that interesting. Well, I think I'll have to
pay a visit. I'm from Baltimore. It's too late
tonight, but I've been waiting too long for this. I
think I might just have to come up in the morning. And
then we could have the whole weekend."

I was broken. I was sitting there in a dazed silence.
I had wanted this for so long. I had slowly been
coming to terms with my homosexuality and becoming
more brave about accepting my desires. However, I was
not ready for this. It was too late though, and I just
sat here overwhelmed by the previous day and what was
to come.

"Well, like you said, PussyBoy has bothered you with
his yelling and you should be compensated. Therefore,
I will permit him to blow you. However, before he met
me, he had never had a cock in his ass and it will
remain that way. He has not performed any sexual acts
in the past six months without at least a butt plug in
and this shall be no exception. Pussyboy, put your
plug in your ass, and leave it there until I remove it
tomorrow. Well, Billy, someone should have been more
honest with me. I suppose it doesn't matter because I
know all you have lied about now, PussyBoy. And
tomorrow you shall be punished for that. But tonight
you will blow your neighbor Kevin in compensation. But
remember, you are not allowed to eat any cum until I
get there. Kevin may add it to what is on your face."

"I thought he looked a little funny, like there was
somethin on his cheek and in his beard."

"PussyBoy, you are to blow him and catch the load on
your face. And I think you know better than to even
think of touching that pathetic little cock of yours.
You are then to go to sleep, so you are well rested
when I arrive."

I spoke for the first time. "Yes Sir." I was so
ashamed. I couldn't believe I had just been confronted
like this by Master and my neighbor.

"I've got a trip to pack for. Enjoy the PussyBoy,
Kevin. I have a role for you if you'd like to help in
the morning."

"Uh, sure. This PussyBoy is too fuckin funny, I'm not
gonna miss seeing him get fucked, beggin for cock and
shit."

"Good, then I will see you then. What apartment was
it?"

"7C."

"Perfect. PussyBoy has some handcuffs, in the top
drawer of his dresser. Our relationship began with him
sitting in that office, him stroking his cock to gay
movies and telling me about it, and hiding it from his
girlfriend. That is where it should continue. You are
to cuff his hands behind his back and to the post in
the back of the chair. I will buzz up and you will let
me in. See you at eleven."

With that, the dial tone buzzed out into the room.

"Well, PussyBoy, I gotta get to bed. So get over here
and suck my cock, you little faggot."

I was already in too deep to hesitate, and I decided
to go for it. I hadn't had a cock in my mouth in 8
years, and I was amazed at the warmth of it as it slid
past my lips. I started slurping it down, when Kevin
yelled.

"Aren't you forgetting something, faggot? That guy
said you gotta have your ass filled like the fag you
are."

I got up, went to the tub and got my plug from where I
had left it. I put a little lube on the tip, bent over
the edge of the sink, and started pushing it into me.
I was still way too embarrassed to do this in front of
Kevin. I turned to walk out there and saw him standing
behind me, chuckling.

"Well look at that. Looks like the PussyBoy likes
that."

I looked down and noticed my cock standing at
attention. I just dropped to my knees and resumed what
I had started. I swallowed his cock to the back of my
throat and begin to slide my lips along the length of
it.

"Watch the teeth faggot. You still need some work."

I made extra effort to keep my teeth off, knowing
Master would not tolerate that tomorrow. I started
getting really into it and sliding my tongue around
it, but after only a minute or two I felt him start to
tense up. I felt his cock spasm and felt a spurt hit
the back of my throat. I pulled him out of my mouth
and aimed his cock at my face and I was soon bathed in
several spurts of cum. I drooled to get the one spurt
of cum out of my mouth, and it settled in a puddle in
my chest hair.

"Well that faggot really does control you. And you've
never even met him?"

I shook my head no, and suddenly became aware of my
surroundings and the reality of the significant events
going on. For better or worse, I was getting what I
had dreamed of and fantasized about for years.

"Well I don't want to miss a minute of this in the
morning. Good night, PussyBoy." Kevin pulled up his
pants and turned and walked out before I knew what
happened. There I was, still on my knees in my
bathroom, with another load drying on my face. And my
Master knew where I lived and he was on the way there.
I knew I'd be up most of the night thinking about it,
but I knew I had to at least go lay down because I had
a big day ahead. I got in the tub, laid on my back,
and moved my hips high against the side of the tub
until my cock was pointing at my face. I unleashed a
heavy load of piss all over my face, as I had done
after every session with Master. I then went to my
bed, and laid there with my head spinning. I was
overwhelmed by the smell and feeling of cum and piss
drying on my face, but soon the exhaustion of my
adventure that day overcame me and I drifted off to
sleep.

I woke up in a startle with a knock at the door. I
didn't know what to think. I couldn't remember if all
of that had been another one of my fantasies or if it
really happened. But then the dried cum on my face
reminded me how real it had been. The knocking kept on
at the door, and I looked through the peephole. It was
Kevin. I opened the door, standing behind it to make
sure I couldn't be seen from the hallway.

"Well, PussyBoy, we've got a half hour. Time to get
you ready for your faggot master."

With that, I closed the door and hung my head in
shame. This was really happening, and I really was
half an hour from meeting Master.


To Be Continued....