Date: Sun, 14 Mar 2004 15:37:17 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Johnson <specialemailus@yahoo.com>
Subject: Training of Slave Bob  Pt 5, (gay/authoritarian)

I got three beers, and went back out.

"Good Boy. Now you will kneel next to the recliner
while you drink that. Where is your collar PussyBoy?"

"In my pack, Sir"

"Well get it now, PussyBoy."

I got it and returned. I knelled and felt a sharp
feeling of guilt as I heard the click of Master
locking it on my neck. I thanked him and started to
sip the beer. I thought this had been a reward, but
soon felt some pressure in my bladder and knew Master
had  purpose behind the sudden gift of a beer. I just
sat there drinking it, feeling the pressure build.
When the first was done, Master offered another. I
tried to decline.

"What's the matter, PussyBoy? I thought you liked
beer. Wasn't that how your friend got you to suck his
cock when you were 15?"

"Uh, yes Sir."

"Then drink up, PussyBoy. We still have a lot to get
to before Kevin's wife gets home."

I got up and got another round. I came back and
kneeled in my place next to Master's seat. Master
warned me to keep up the pace, so soon the next can
was done.

"Alright, PussyBoy, you have been pissing in your own
face for a year now. I know you have been dreaming of
the day a warm cock will be aimed at you and you would
be covered in Master's golden piss. Your wish will not
come true. Get in the tub and prepare as you have for
me each night."

I got in the tub, laying on my back. I closed my eyes
and began the ritual I had gone to bed with each night
for many months. I laid there with my legs stretched
high on the wall, until my cock was aimed down at my
face. I began licking two fingers and then roughly
pushed them into my asshole. I did not wait to get
used to it, and immediately began pumping my fingers
in and out 60 times. As the 60th approached, I could
feel the pressure in my bladder overwhelming. I began
to piss into my face when Master's riding crop came
down firmly on my nuts, snapping me out of my trance.

"Who told you to piss, PussyBoy. Now you must be
cleaned off before we can begin again. Kevin, come
here."

Kevin had been standing behind him with the camera. He
snapped forward like he too were a slave.

"Kevin, clean that sorry PussyBoy piss off his face.
Unload anything you have."

With that, Kevin unleashed a load of hot piss all over
my upper body, the scent overpowering my nose.

"That's better. Kevin, get  picture of how hard it
makes PussyBoy to get pissed on. OK, PussyBoy, start
again."

I began counting off the strokes in my asshole, and
got to 60 and made sure to hold back, the pain
becoming excruciating. Master's large cock dangled
over me, and I anxiously awaited his piss. i guess he
decided to toy with me, because he held back until I
was squirming.

"What do we say, PussyBoy?"

"Please Sir, cover me in your golden piss. You are
fulfilling the dreams and fantasies of so many years.
Please use me as your toilet Sir. I am your PussyBoy,
Sir. Please mark me, Sir, as the dominant animal you
are."

With that, Master unleashed a harsh load of piss
across my face, then also moving to cover my cock and
ass with his hot load.

"Now PussyBoy, I know you are not yet willing to drink
your own piss, and I respect that. You have never said
anything about it going in your mouth Boy, so that is
what you will now do. You will hold it there, an if
you please me properly, you may count to ten and then
spit it out."

I had never done this before, but knew it was too late
to turn back. I began carefully pissing into my mouth,
the slow deliberate pace necessary to avoid spillage
only adding to the pain in my groin. I filled my
mouth, looked up at Master and got his nod of
approval, and began counting. When I finished, I stood
up and let the fluid slowly trickle out, cascading
down my chest.

"OK, PussyBoy, it is starting to get late and Kevin
only has another hour or so. I need him for the next
step. Therefore, you will now use the enema once more
to make sure you are spotless. You will then shower
and proceed to the bedroom. You have 15 minutes." With
that, Master turned and walked out. I saw him walk
into the office, but didn't have time to figure out
why. I got my enema bag and quickly went through that
procedure. I then showered and dried off, and headed
for the bedroom. As I was walking past the office
door, I saw Master on my computer, viewing the
pictures in my cache and looking at my browser
history. I decided better than to investigate, and
walked into the bedroom.

"So, PussyBoy, I see you have installed the anchors
for wrist and ankle restraints on the bed posts. I
will certainly put them to use. Now Kevin, this last
task is optional for you. You may leave now and be
limited to the terms of our prior agreement. Or you
may be given permission for greater liberties with
Billy, which is who he is to you. He is my PussyBoy,
and I own the rights to his pussy and all his
abilities and I may grant more or less access to you
according to your interest. You may not know what the
requirement is until you agree to perform, but I
assure you it is nothing disgusting."

"Well, uh, its been pretty good so far and I don't
wanna miss whats next. I'm in deep enough, so I'd say
I'd go for it."

"Are You sure?"

"Yes, Mas, uh, what do I call you?"

"I am Ric, Master of PussyBoy"

"Nice to meet you, Ric"

"Alright Kevin, while you are not my slave, you are
also not my equal in regards to PussyBoy. There are
things I will ask of you which are below Master. Not
because they are bad or disgusting, or in fact, not
totally enjoyable. The thing is, PussyBoy has dreamed
of something for at least 8 years, yet it is below a
Master to grant such pleasure to a slave. Kevin, I
wish to fuck PussyBoy in the ass. However, a boy's
pussy should be eaten before it is fucked. I cannot,
as his Master, show such weakness as to eat a slave's
ass. Therefore, you will do it."

"What do you think I am?" Kevin yelled. "There is no
way I'm gonna eat a faggot's shithole."

"Well, Kevin, it is a PussyBoy's pussy, not, as you
say, a 'shithole.' PussyBoy has cleaned thoroughly,
and he will now prove to you how clean it is. PussyBoy
has always told me that he is against 'scat', which
translate for common people to 'eating shit.' I know,
it sounds gross to me too, but some fags get into it.
So PussyBoy has always made anything like it
absolutely off limits. Therefore, he will now show you
that his pussy has nothing to do with shit. PussyBoy,
close your eyes, put a finger in your hole, rub it
around, remove it and stick it immediately into your
mouth. If you trust you have done properly, it will be
all clean and you will have nothing to worry about.
Kevin will then be compelled to eat your ass. If you
hesitate, you will show Kevin that it is risky, and
you will not get your ass eaten at all today. Master
will be forced to fuck you dry, and you will then be
forbidden from cumming for the remainder of today and
for until Master takes pity on you."

I had an absolute fear of scat, but I couldn't risk
failing in this task. I did as Master told, and
thankfully tasted nothing but a little musty ass
sweat.

"There, now you see, its fine. You will therefore eat
PussyBoy's ass as he did to me earlier. In case you
need a reminder, he will now show you."

With that, Master attached my wrists to the posts at
the foot of my bed, the hooked my ankles to ropes over
my head, leaving me spread eagle and fully exposed. He
then turned and lowered his ass over my face, first
pressing his ass down on my face to get me aroused by
the full scent, then lifting up until his hole was an
inch out of reach of my tongue. He waited as I
squirmed in my restraints.

"See how much PussyBoy likes it. Now, Kevin, do the
same and you shall be rewarded."

Kevin got up on the bed, but my attention was diverted
by Master lowering his tasty ass onto my tongue. I ate
it out trying hard to please Master. I was soon
distracted by breath on my exposed asshole. Kevin was
getting up the courage to lick. I finally felt a
tongue lightly rub my asshole. I almost came with the
overwhelming pleasure I felt. After a few licks, he
realized it wasn't;t so bad and started getting more
into it. My ass had been so used during the last day
that it soon began winking open and I felt Kevin's
tongue lightly swirling in my hole. I was enjoying
this, but after a few minutes Master asked him to
stop.

"OK, PussyBoy will now get used. Kevin, as I have
broken PussyBoy and made him aware of the pleasure to
be found within his asshole, I must go first. But in
exchange for your service, you will be compensated and
using his pussy once I am through. Oh, I almost forgot
something. Can you get PussyBoy's pack from the
office? [Kevin left and returned soon with it. Master
reached into the pack and pulled out some rubber
tubing Master knew I kept in there.] Thank you. I have
a feeling PussyBoy is going to enjoy this too much.
Since he may not cum until we are through, I will need
to tie him off."

With that, Master took the tubing and wrapped my cock
twice, then looped around my balls to hold my package
away form my body and tightly bound together. I then
felt the feeling of Master's cock at the entrance of
my hole. "Well, PussyBoy?

I knew what he wanted. "Sir, I am a faggot, sissy,
PussyBoy. I have dreamed of cock since I was a teen
but my shame has prevented me from allowing my ass to
be used as it should be used, Sir. I want your cock in
me. I want to feel its warmth, as well as the warmth
that will fill me when you unload your Master's seed,
firmly marking me as yours and dedicating my Pussy  as
eternally destined to provide for Master's pleasure.

With that, I felt my hole give way to Master's cock.
It felt better that I had ever imagined. It was
nothing like the candle, vegetables (I had fucked
myself with various produce, like carrots, zucchini,
and small cucumbers since high school) and even my
recently purchased dildo. The warm feeling of a
supple, firm cock was amazing. Feeling a powerful
man's hands holding my body as he filled my ass was
amazing. Thankfully  my cock was tied off or else I
would have already shot off. Master thrust into me
firmly and consistently for several minutes. I had
totally relaxed myself into the experience, and began
slowly learning the muscle reactions, feeling how I
could increase my pleasure and friction with the
slightest muscle shift. The experience was certainly
life changing. I knew why I had always dreamed of
this. It was no comparison to the crude substitutes I
had been using.

Unfortunately, it was soon approaching an end. Master
told me he was going to cum, and prepared me to be
filled with his seed. And of course he made me beg for
it and praise him and repeat my dedication to him.
When I had satisfied him, he roughly grabbed my
package and used it to hold me in place. He thrust
deeply in me and unloaded a hot load of seed deep in
me.

"Kevin, you may not cum in PussyBoy as I just did. Get
a condom from in the side table, and then you may fuck
him. And make him put it on for you."

Kevin placed a condom in my tied hand, and I had to
struggle to get it to unroll onto his hard cock. When
I get it on him, I give his balls a light squeeze and
thank Master for permitting me to be fucked again.

Kevin, you may now fuck him as I did. Kevin slid his
cock, which was smaller than Master's, into my hole.
It went in easily and soon his balls were tapping on
my asshole. Master left and returned with his riding
crop. He stood at the foot of the bed, and let his
balls dangle on my tongue. I licked them as my ass was
being used, and soon felt Master take the riding crop
and begin tapping lightly on my bound balls. He kept
this up in unison with the fucking in my ass. Kevin
was soon thrusting wildly into me and I knew he would
soon finished. I even flashed to what his wife must
feel like, feeling his overweight body thrusting into
her for three minutes at a spot and then being filled
by a load. That last part was not to be, as he spasmed
but the condom contained the load and denied my hole
another hot load.

Kevin slid his cock out, and I felt Master's seed
leaking out onto my cheeks and thigh. Master then
untied my cock and balls, grabbed my cock, and pumped
it three times.

"Oh generous Master, may I cum?" I yelled.

"Yes PussyBoy." With that, he grabbed my nuts and
squeezed firmly, pumping with each spasm as I sprayed
loads of cum back onto my face and chest.

"PussyBoy, clean up your load, then go shower with
Kevin, cleaning him and then yourself completely. He
and I will then go up and meet with his wife, Gloria,
while you make me a meal and prepare for our evening
session."

I got up, thanked Master for allowing me to cum, then
proceeded as I had for months every time I came. I
moved a finger around my chest to each spurt of my
load. I would scoop up each, thank Master, then suck
on my finger, savoring my taste.

I then went to the shower. Kevin joined me and I
soaped and rinsed his body. I dried him, suckled his
cock once in appreciation, then got in the shower and
cleaned myself off. When I got out, the apartment was
strangely silent. I walked out and saw a pile of
clothes on the table, with  note on top.

"PussyBoy,
You have pleased me so far. Therefore, you are going
to have another of your fantasies fulfilled. I have
taken your debit card to buy supplies for the evening.
You are to wear the clothes underneath and clean the
apartment. You have always said you are turned on by
humiliation. I have removed the curtains from the
kitchen and living room. You are to clean the house,
making sure to keep the lights on. I will check in on
you periodically from the parking garage across the
street. You better be visible."

I looked under the note, and saw my well-used panties.
They were a pair that my girlfriend had left behind,
and they were now stretched to my size from frequent
use. Under them was a white lace apron, and that was
it. I put on this outfit, and felt instantly ashamed.
I had to hurry though, so I got to cleaning and did my
best to ignore what might be outside. I was also
distracted by the thought of what Master was doing. I
had told him so many fantasies, some that scared me
still even after the past 48 hours experience, that my
mind was spinning as to which would become true.

To be continued...