Date: Fri, 9 Apr 2004 13:11:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Johnson <specialemailus@yahoo.com>
Subject: training of slave bob-9

I was finally released, and knew Master was watching,
so I followed all his orders and finally released the
cum that I had built up over 8 hours ago. I savored
the few drops that were on the plug, and was still
sucking it when there was a knock at the door. I was
supposed to go to bed, but decided to check the peep
hole.

"Hey, Bob, I know you're in there."

It was Kevin, the upstairs neighbor. I figured I had
to open it; he must have heard Master's voice on the
machine. Totally humiliated, I knew I couldn't take
the plug out and I opened the door, greeted by Kevin's
laughter. He walked in, and almost immediately the
phone was ringing.

"Guess you can't talk; I'll get that. Good thing the
wife is hard of hearing, or else she might be
suspicious why I suddenly had to run out for milk. [he
picked up the phone] Hello?...oh, hi Master Ric,
PussyBoy sure looks good...what, you can see
us?....oh, thanks, I'll take him in the bedroom and
turn on speaker phone..."

With that, I knew I would not yet rest. I followed
Kevin, defeated, into the bedroom.

We could hear the sound of Kevin's TV drifting down
through the floor. His wife really was  hard of
hearing, so she had to crank up the volume. This also
assured us that Master's commands would go unheard
except by the two of us.

"What's the matter Kevin? Didn't you and your wife
enjoy your time in the hotel last night?"

Kevin began conversing with Master through the speaker
phone, while I lay on the bed on my stomach, on top of
the pile of pillow, which were still wet with cum from
all the loads that had been sprayed upon me earlier.

"Well, Ric, we did have a good time. We fucked twice;
its been years since we've fucked more than a couple
of times a month. The wife just isn't that into it. I
fucked her good, once a quick one from all the built
up pleasure, and another slow, romantic time this
morning. However, it has been years since she's given
me a blow job. When you let PussyBoy suck me the other
day, it awakened forgotten pleasures in me. I guess
there is something to be said for a warm moist mouth
swallowing your cock. Even when my wife used to do it,
she never seemed to enjoy it, and did it just to shut
me up. It sure wasn't like PussyBoy, who looks like
he's gonna cry if you don't give him every last damn
inch of the thing. Its only too bad you won't let him
eat my cum; you should see the look of disappointment
when I pull out and spray it all over his face."

"Kevin, PussyBoy has been very good this weekend, so I
will permit him a treat. He has that plug in his mouth
right now because he was finally allowed to cum. I had
him cum all over it, and then he was allowed to eat
his own seed. You may do the same. He will remove it
and suck your cock. When you are near completion, you
must pull your cock out. He will milk your cock onto
the plug, then be allowed to eat it. He will, of
course, have to lick up and shots that miss and land
on the floor of sheets. OK, PussyBoy, it looks like
you are in position. I know you wish my hard cock was
pushing into your asshole, but you will not have that
feeling until you visit me in two weeks. You will
sleep like this every night. You still need more
practice sucking cock, so I will permit you to suck
Kevin's cock once a night. He will leave you propped
up on the pillows, your ass exposed to the world, and
anyone I might choose to share the video streams with.
You will suck his cock,  spraying the load onto your
buttplug, then leave it in your mouth to savor his man
seed as you drift off to sleep. You will be cuffed to
the foot of th bed, and he will set the timers to 8
hours, to make sure you don't cheat and touch yourself
while Master is asleep and not keeping an eye on his
PussyBoy. Kevin, there are a new set of cuffs in the
bathroom; PussyBoy will instruct you on how to use
them when you are finished. OK, PussyBoy, begin
sucking Kevin."

Thankful that my hands were still free for the moment,
I could properly cradle Kevin's balls as I pulled him
deep into my mouth. I was already more experienced at
this skill, and much more comfortable with sucking
cock deep into my mouth without fear of gagging or
having my teeth scrape him. I got really into it,
especially when I tasted the lingering taste of his
wife's pussy juice dried on his cock. His cock and
balls smelt of sweat and sex, and I couldn't get
enough. I took him in deep until his pubes were
tickling my nose. I was lost in pleasure and had
forgotten that Master was watching and was on the
phone.

"Kevin, you may spank PussyBoy for again disturbing
you."

Before I could even prepare, Kevin's hand came down
hard on my still-sore ass cheeks. By reflex, my body
thrust down away from his hand. This only served to
force my head further into his crotch, jabbing his
cock against the back of my throat. He spanked me a
good ten times, bringing the rosy glow back to my full
fleshy ass globes. My cock was hard, pressed between
my belly and the pillows below me. I had been
thoroughly milked this weekend, and my cock was sore
from abuse, yet I badly wanted to touch it. However, I
knew Master would not permit this until at least
tomorrow after classes. I had to give over myself to
the fact that the only pleasure I would have tonight
would be sucking Kevin's cock and savoring his load as
I slept. I made the most of it, and worked his cock in
long slurping strokes in and out of my hungry mouth. I
sucked Kevin for about 10 minutes until I felt him
getting ready He grabbed me by the back of the neck
and pulled my head back off of him. He picked up the
plug that lay next to my head and held it out in front
of him. I grabbed his cock in one hand and his balls
in the other, and began long strokes as his nuts
tightened in my hand. Soon he was spraying all over,
as I tried to keep him aiming at my buttplug. He
pulled back with the last spurt; he didn't admit it,
but I'm sure he did it to make me have to lick up his
load off the floor.

"Good PussyBoy, now clean up and get ready for bed.
You have class early and you must keep up your
studies, as you will be coming to live with me after
college, and I don't want you losing your scholarship
or I might have to begin selling rights to that hole
of yours occasionally to pay off student loans."

Master and I had never discussed anything like this; I
had only met him in person two days ago. However, I
couldn't deny the newfound pleasures he had provided
me, and can't say I didn't feel a sense of relief that
Master wished to fully control me as soon as I could
finish in school and move away from Brooklyn. I did
not admit it, but I knew then that that was exactly
what I wanted. I guess its the way a woman used to
feel in the old days; she had finally met the man of
her dreams, who would control her and provide for her
and she no longer had to worry about anything but
providing for the domestic needs and sexual urges of
her Master, in that case her husband. I felt the same
way, and knew I wanted to live like that for Master.
It would complete my submission and force me into the
true role I always felt was mine. I wanted to turn my
body over for Master's pleasure, and wanted him to
rise to a level of control that all the cameras and
visits could not provide. I wanted to be his. But all
that would have to wait at least two more years.

"What's the matter, PussyBoy, like what you hear?"

I instantly realized I had bee standing there thinking
all this, as Master and Kevin watched, waiting. I
instantly got back to the task at hand, and dropped to
my knees to clean up the mess. There was more now, as
the spurts had leaked off the buttplug into a puddle
on the floor. I cleaned it up, licking like the dog I
felt like. I then got up, and got the cuffs for Kevin
and returned to my position on the bed. Kevin locked
my hands to end of the bed.

"Set it to 7 hours. PussyBoy needs to get up early to
do all the homework he skipped this weekend."

I told him how, and was soon attached to the bed
without my control. Kevin the thrust his swollen
fingers into my mouth, and I cleaned all the stray cum
off them. He then pushed the plug into my mouth and I
tasted his lingering seed on it.

"Good night PussyBoy. Good night Kevin. Oh, Kevin,
that magnet we discussed is on the inside of the door.
Put the green one on the outside. It will remain there
until PussyBoy comes and visits me in two weeks. You
may use him up until the day before he leaves, when
you will be required to shave his ass fully in
preparation for his service that weekend in Master's
dungeon. Of course you know this, but I want an
outward symbol on the door. I want something that is
going to work its way into PussyBoy's mind, that he no
longer owns his sexual autonomy. They are mine to
control from this distance. Every time he steps
through the door, he will be reminded that he is
marked for life as the sexual property of another. He
will then have the idea reinforced when he gets
inside, when he is required to put on the nut harness
and nipple clamps. OK, now get to sleep PussyBoy, with
the fullness and taste in your mouth and the thoughts
in your head, that you are now my cum eating, cock
sucking PussyBoy with a fucked, swollen asshole.
Goodnight."

With that, the dial tone filled the room. Kevin
clicked the speaker phone off, patted me on the ass
and left me there in darkness. I heard him rustling
with the magnet, and heard it click on the outside of
the door as the lock sealed me in the apartment for
the night. I soon was asleep, with thoughts of the
weekend filling my head.

I must have dreamed of the experience all night, as I
awoke out of a deep sleep with thoughts of cock
filling my head as I heard the timer on the cuffs
release. I still was woozy and unsure but I felt a
puddle below me. I raised myself up, and a sticky
strand ran from my cock to the pillow below me, and I
had a glistening puddle on my belly. I was startled
when the phone rang.

"Well, PussyBoy, seems you enjoyed your dream a little
too much. Put the phone on speaker phone [I did as
ordered, as I knew better than to ever hesitate in
following a command ever again]. This is how we will
talk from now on; your secret is out with Kevin, and
as he said, Gloria, his wife, is too hard of hearing
to hear this. No doubt he can hear right now. Well, it
seems you enjoyed yourself a little too much. You
should be severely punished, but I will be somewhat
mild with you, as you were not tied off, and you are
only now becoming aware of your true desires. Of
course, when that much awareness of pent up sexual
energy is finally realized, who could blame you for
some spontaneous unconscious orgasms. I watched you
and you must have had a particularly good dream about
20 minutes ago. You were thrusting your hips up, like
you were meeting a cock filling you. Then I saw your
body tense and relax; that is when you must have made
your little mess. Like I said you should not be
severely punished, but I cannot excuse the fact that
your nuts are not as full as they should be.
Therefore, to increase the pressure, you will be
required to wear your nipple clamps and ball harness
all day today, even while your at school. You must
also fuck yourself the the dildo before you leave. But
first, do your work. I don't want any pleasure in your
nuts, ass or nipples to distract you."

I did as I was told, but Master's plan didn't quite
work. how could I possibly ignore the thoughts filling
 my head. However, I did my best and got my assignment
done. I then tied off my balls, after some struggling
to figure the harness out. I clamped my nipples. The
clamps were slightly visible, so I decided to wear a
sweatshirt over my t-shirt to conceal them. I knew
this would only be a temporary solution, as the heat
and humidity of late spring in NYC would soon make the
sweatshirt unwearable. Hopefully Master would let me
go back to wearing them only in the apartment, as
originally ordered.

I fucked myself with the dildo for ten minutes. I
instantly realized how the harness worked. My nuts
were wrapped tightly, but there was a loop over my
cock. Every time I tried to get hard, my cock would
pull against that strap, only tightening the others on
my balls. It was excruciating, and made erections
quite painful. Soon I was nearing the time left with
the dildo, and I mouthed the words "Thank You Sir for
controlling my thoughts and cum" into the surveillance
camera in case Master was watching. The phone rang,
but soon went to the answering machine. As the message
kicked in, I heard Master's voice say "You're very
welcome, PussyBoy." and then he hung up. That left a
lasting impression in my head, as I was reminded that
this was no longer a fantasy life; I was actually in
full service of another man, and he truly did control
my thoughts and cum and now had the visual and other
means to enforce this control.

I could not dwell on this too much, as I had to get to
school. I packed my bag, threw on a t-shirt ans sweat
shirt and jeans. The jeans cupped my ass nicely, and
the bulge of my nus stood out as the way they were
harnessed pulled them down away from my body, where
they were set off against the material of the crotch
of my jeans. I would be OK in class, but knew I
couldn't sit on the subway on the way there. I ran out
of my place and just made it to the subway in time. I
tried to run up the stairs, which was difficult with
my nuts tied as they were. I was surrounded by
strangers for the first time since before I had been
fucked and sucked so much cock this weekend. it felt
to be around people who did not know of my thoughts
and desires. This only added to my mental isolation
and to the power of the thoughts swirling through my
head.

This strangeness of self continued once I got to
school. I ran into some friends before class. They
knew something was different about me. I explained it
off that I wasn't feeling quite right, as I had been
up partying all night Saturday and had met someone.
They pressed for details, but I did my best to hide
the reality. I had opened up a lot to myself, but
these were my friends and they didn't even know I was
gay and I didn't think I could even explain all this
to them. So I just avoided specifics and talked about
how hot "she" was and all that. As if Master was
controlling me even when out of sight, I instantly
became aware of the pressure in my nuts and nipples
again. I must have blushed because my friend asked me
if everything was alright. I said it was.

"Wow, she must have done a number on you. You seem
flush just thinking about her. She must have been an
amazing lay."

I couldn't admit it, but yes, it had been an amazing
lay. I had been fucked like the PussyBoy I always knew
I was. I was still dreaming of cock, as I lied about
putting mine in some woman. Thankfully, the period
bell rang and we had to disappear into the lecture
hall and the questioning had to stop.