Date: Mon, 31 Oct 2011 14:35:53 -0400
From: dave stout <dodge1191@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Gentle Training for Service, Chpt.1

A Gentle Training for Service, Chapter #1

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This isn't quite a sequel to my story "A gentle seduction to service" but
rather a kind of enhancement, perhaps a parallel story. It was actually a
story-line given me by a reader who outlined the tale and wanted a fairly
short story without the long buildup to action I usually use when I write.

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/a-gentle-seduction-to-service/

I hope everyone enjoys it. Thanks for the idea Jason.

Cast: Kirk (trainer) and Bob (trainee)

Here's the thing; I had the summer off until I started the sophomore year
at university. My Mon was a widow and her new beau was taking her on a long
tour of Europe, my girlfriend had broken up with me. I could stay home or
go on an adventure; it was no real contest, I wanted to experience a little
freedom. I set out from Ontario intending to travel to the Southern US
states.

At lunch time in a little, mountain town in western Pennsylvania I stopped
at a roadside diner for a quick burger. After eating I had to heed
"Nature's call" and went to the men's room. As I was sitting there I
couldn't help noticing the large hole in the cubicle wall. On the other
side there was a urinal and just as I was looking through it a guy entered
to pee. He was a big, older guy who just zipped down and stood there with
his dick hanging out as he just stroked it, all in a kinda slow motion. I
couldn't not watch, it was a fascinating scene.

The man continued his slow stroking long enough for me to finally become
aware that he must know I was watching him. That thought was as scary has
it strangely enough was exciting. There's something sneaky, erotic about
being able to observe without being observed. I was startled out of my
reverie as he turned away from the urinal and stood facing me. I had a
close-up view of a cock that I had to admit was much more impressive than
mine. After a few minutes he just pushed his dick through the hole brushing
my lips as I backed up quickly.

It was so unexpected (yes I realize I was naïve), I just stared but then
realized that I wanted to touch it. I stroked the head and heard him say
"just lick it boy." I surprised myself by running my tongue across the
head. It was almost a reflux. Just then I heard the door open and he
quickly zipped up and left. I was sweating as I left the bathroom.  In the
parking lot standing by my car was the guy, just leaning against his truck
smiling at me. I was ready to ignore him and just drive off but was taken
aback has he spoke. "Follow my truck; we'll go to my house for a beer."

There was no asking, it was phrased like I had asked him what I was to
do. It was arrogant as hell but I somehow wanted to go along with this
guy. He just got into his truck and drove away as I followed.  After about
15 minutes we pulled into his driveway. His house was on a small hill quite
a bit away from any neighbors and looked well kept. He just motioned me to
follow as we entered. "Have a seat son; I'll get us a couple of beers."

When he returned he was only wearing jockey shorts; he said he liked to be
comfortable when he was home.  He sat down and then stuck out his hand for
a handshake; "my name is Kirk, I know you're Bob". I had to get up to shake
with him and just couldn't miss the big bulge he packed in his jockeys.

We shot the crap for a while about weather and sports has we sipped our
beers. While just talking he asked if I wanted to see some TV.  We
continued small-talk as the big screen TV showed a porn flick in
progress. A young girl was kneeling in front of a guy in his fifties and
sucking him off with great enthusiasm. Kirk just kept on about the state
baseball team has cocksucker sounds from the movie filled the room.  It was
about ten more minutes when he said, "look at how she serves his cock, her
eyes tell it all, she's worshipping him, loving his cock." I had to admit
she certainly was eager. Just then there was another head in front of the
lucky guy getting blown, a college age dude. The girl stopped sucking and
held that cock out to the new boy who just opened his mouth and sucked it
in.

"That was a surprise wasn't it Bobby? It's not much different than when you
licked my cock in the diner. He's not as good a cocksucker as she was but I
bet the top-guy getting sucked off shows him. It's really simple isn't it,
there are a lot of guys who actually like being mastered, they are
cocksuckers just like cunt girlfriends are. Then of course there are men
like me who really like a blow-buddy to suck them off and kinda enjoy
training the boy to service them just like they want. I'm pretty sure
you're destined to be a cocksucker, in fact my cocksucker. What do you
think?"  He asked abruptly.

I stammered out that I wasn't interested in sucking cock. Kirk wasn't
having any of that he laughed as he spoke; "that ship has sailed already
Bobby, you have already mouthed my cock and by definition that makes you a
cocksucker doesn't it?" His logic was clear but I told him that had just
happened, it wasn't really who I was. That got me a smiling smirk and an
answer that made me think. "We are at the pinnacle of intimacy right now;
you sucked my cock and I think you liked it; it's hard to get more intimate
than that. You're my cocksucker now and that's just our little secret. Go
get us a couple more beers, he ordered."

When I came back I was surprised to see that Kirk had lowered his trousers
and was slowly stroking his cock. The action on the Tv was even hotter now
with the boy on his back licking her cunt while the stud fucked her. You
could see his cock thrusting in right past the boys lips; every 6th or so
stroke the guy would pull out and let the boy suck the juices off the
tip. I must admit it made me very hot and I couldn't resist stroking myself
hard through my pants.  Kirk said, "I can see this scene makes your cock
harden; there is a question though. When you're looking at a scene like
this do you relate to the stud fucking her or the boy providing the mouth
service? I think it's the boy. You know, if you think about it there is
always a top-dog, always a hierarchy in any society. Simply put it all
comes down to the cock and cocksucker. The runt of the litter can only be
happy providing service and acknowledging just who is the top-dog by his
submission. I think that's you son; just answer me, did you enjoy the feel
of my cock and its taste?"

For whatever reason, I nodded yes. Kirk immediately ordered me to speak
up. I managed to croak out a yes. "I can see you're interested in my cock,
why don't you get over here on the floor where you can get a good look,
what the hell it's only the two of us here eh Bobby."  I know I shouldn't
have but in the end I knew I wanted to; I slid slowly to the floor in front
of Kirk has he said, "that's Ok son, I know you're nervous and this is a
big step for you but in the end being yourself is the only way you'll be
truly happy. Why don't you reach up and play with it, stroke it, you know
you want to."

He was right, I wanted to and I did. I actually thought I could feel his
strength coursing through his penis has I held it and slowly stroked it
with him talking to me through the fog of confusion. "Good boy, Bobby, Your
world has been grey, without color; I can make it as bright has a circus
wagon, all you have to do is obey me. I know what you need and can teach
you how to get it. You'll only be happy when you're servicing a real man;
it's what boys like you were created for; to make the cocks of men feel
good. I know that you've heard that boy-cocksuckers are queer people that
men make fun of, don't believe it, cocksuckers serve a valuable purpose by
sucking off the excess jism from a man's balls. There's nothing quite as
relaxing has having a talented cocksucker drain your balls just the way you
like it. No women can serve as that talented cocksucker because that
all-important sense of humiliation is missing. A boy cocksucker wants to
submit, to be humiliated and tries so much harder."

I was mulling over what he said as I stroked him. His cock was thick with a
well formed helmet and a piss slit that resembled the mouth of a cannon. I
was mesmerized by the shear eroticism of his speech while I knelt on the
floor jerking him off. Kirk continued, "Now put your mouth to it."

Kirk's voice was husky and constrained. I had been expecting the command
and brought my lips dutifully to the cock's swollen mushroom-head, the
notion of not obeying wasn't an issue. The sensation, as it slipped into my
mouth, was bizarre; it had a velvety texture yet was utterly hard and
pulsing with warm life. I was really unsure of what to do next but Kirk
gently stroked my face as he told me, "Run your tongue over the head, do it
gently and feel the power."

I withdrew a moment to work up some saliva in my dry mouth then took hold
of the iron shaft and circled my wet tongue over the surface of the glans,
working back and forth several times with the same motion. Kirk uttered a
little groan of approval.  "Now lick just under the head, right here" He
relocated himself with his hand, so that I could dig in the tip of my
tongue just below the engorged hood. "That's right, now flick your tongue
there, fast" I applied a rapid back and forth flicking motion one that had
the desired effect, a shudder ran through his whole body. "Oh God yes -
fuck, that's nice. Keep going"

I was licking and sucking now for all I was worth when Kirk reached down
and grabbed my ears pulling me off his cock and looking me in the eye has
he said; "that wasn't bad for an amateur but you've got an awful lot to
learn. I appreciate your eagerness but that was like a little girl
blowjob. I think it's time to begin your training, are you ready Bobby?"
It was weird, he was holding me by the ears like a puppy but I knew I
wanted to continue. "Yes, Kirk lets get on with it please."

"I'm going to relax and spread out here while I watch the video; I want you
to lick, smell and look at my entire crotch area then lick and taste it. A
man's crotch is where you belong and you need to get familiar with it
before your training can proceed. Get to it now."

I leaned into that very private place between his legs. I took a breath and
enjoyed the musky, sweaty ammonia laden man smell. In a soft voice he told
me that just this once I could explore his crotch at will; he wanted me to
become has familiar with his manhood has I was my own. I lifted his balls
and looked at the little seam-like area from his balls to his ass crack. He
told me to give it a little lick and I had to shudder when my tongue went
over that little bit of ridge; I was so very close to his ass. I gently
lifted his cock; it wasn't hard but it was poised to go, engorged to a nice
thickness by my touch, it was magnificent. He stood up and turned around
telling me to explore his ass. "You can run your fingers around my ass; I
want you to get familiar with it but don't put your finger to my hole; the
only thing that goes into my asshole is a tongue, go to it."

His ass cheeks were firm and nice, there were little, soft hairs in his
crack but overall he wasn't very hairy. I put my head up close to his crack
and got a good whiff of a real man scent. It wasn't unpleasant and I had to
admit that I liked it. I was has hot has I had ever been by this point when
he abruptly sat back down.

Kirk gave me another one of his all knowing smirk-smiles. It was obvious he
knew just what he wanted and had learnt from experience exactly what made
him feel good. I had followed each direction with diligence hoping that I
would satisfy him with my obedience and yes, with my submission.  He put
his fingers in my mouth and directed (actually moved) my now eager tongue
around his fat fingers and onto his prick. I was Sliding a wet saliva trail
down his thickly-veined shaft and lapping underneath his inflated
balls. When my tongue got to that tender seam of flesh-highway that linked
his ball sac to his asshole, It was a close-up, no going back now, scarily
instructive introduction to the erect male organ and how it might best be
orally stimulated.

Kirk muttered his quietly intense appreciation each time I licked around
the spot: "That's good, keep it there, just like that" I could hear the
breath rushing from his lips, as if he were controlling the waves of
pleasure that rolled over him; he was happy, I was happy.

"Okay." He lifted my head with the palm of one hand and used that soft,
authoritative voice I was now familiar with said, "Now suck me."  I wrapped
my mouth once more around that great bulbous head, the size and color of a
ripening plum and began to suck on his cock. If I had thought it could not
get any harder I was wrong. I could feel it swelling in my mouth as it
filled with strength and male potency. I noted a salty flavor there on my
taste buds and knew it was leakage from that big piss slut. I felt both
appalled and amazed by what I was doing.  There are things in life that are
awful and wonderful, like oysters; this was one of those things for me. I
was ashamed because I really liked it, I wanted to please this man in any
way he wanted.

He was talking again, it was like he was a patient, school teacher. "I've
had a bunch more experienced mouths go down on me; mouths with well-honed,
cock pleasing techniques. But there's a very special joy that's only
present in teaching a frightened little suck-boy how to blow a man.  You've
got a pretty nice mouth; a wet succulent mouth. I want to shoot my cum into
your mouth pretty soon; it's a very important step for a cocksucker like
you. The taste of cum will dominate your new life, now look at me" he
ordered.

My own arousal was increasing at the very thought of what was next, I was
going to taste his jizm, the essence of his manhood. I stared up at him
with my mouth full with cock, he smiled down at me and said, "Keep sucking,
that's it son, suck harder, move your lips back and forth, caress my
cock. It's your new master."

I kept my eyes fastened on his and intensified my rhythmic sucking on the
foremost few stiff inches has grabbed my head with a tight grip that
surprised me; I knew what was coming has he said "now I'm going to fuck
your face."

I didn't have any time to take in what he meant before he pulled the back
of my head forward, on to the full length of his cock. It suddenly filled
my whole mouth and I was afraid that I would throw up. Its thick, hot mass
slid my tongue. I became aware that his huge cock was packing my throat it
with its solid mass. Suddenly my nose was pressed into his pubic hair with
my chin against his balls. I was writhing on his cock, the lack of air and
gagging were all I could think of.

He pulled me back until only his cockhead was in my mouth, I gasped for air
around his cock has he told me, "Breath through your nose when your throat
is plugged he told me in a calm, soft voice."

He pushed my head down again has he told me, "go on, let's see you breathe
through your nose, it's what I want son, don't disappoint me here." He held
me there for some seconds and I somehow managed to relax enough to draw in
a little air under the stress of this huge pole plugging my esophagus. He
pulled back then plunged right back in has he said, "That's good, keep that
up, make me proud son" he said approvingly.  "Okay, now" There was a very
serious intent now I didn't quite understand until he firmed up his grip
and began to slide his cock in and out of the tight channel of my tight
gullet. He was moving his whole body now and his breath was growing
ragged. He started to actively pump his cock into my gaping oral cavity. He
was slowly, surely fucking my face and I became conscious of a river of
saliva flowing out of my mouth.  "Oh fuck yes, that's it, fuck that throat,
swallow my cock" He then paused a moment holding me tight to his stomach
while I sucked air through my nose and attempted to swallow with my throat
so full. I sensed him as he drew his cock backwards out of my throat
opening and plunged it back in again to the balls. He was using a kind of
rhythm now.

I was staggered and rapidly tiring of the continuing oral assault. He was
actually plowing my tight airway like it was a fat-lipped cunt.  Sometimes
he would pull out completely and I would gasp for air as his dick bounced,
hard and dripping, before my crying eyes. Then he would slot it back in
again and resume his reckless pounding of my throat grunting and moaning
all the while. My face slapped his belly each time his cockhead plunged
into my bruised trachea.

I sensed an ending just has he spoke, "'Oh God, oh shit, I'm going to come
down your throat, Oh God, oh God, oh Gggoddd"

He pulled my face tight and flat against him in what was certainly a moment
of pure lust.  Fresh, hot man-seed gushed profusely down my gullet. Kirk
emptied a couple of shots of cum into me with his jetting cock-head stuffed
far down my throat. He then pulled my face back and continued cumming in my
mouth has he said, "you need to get a taste of cum now, it's what boys like
you need." We actually both moaned has he filled my mouth with his salty,
sticky, cum.

I gently nursed on his cockhead has he finished up. He told me, "swish it
around in your mouth, let your tongue get used to it's taste. Ok, pen your
mouth and let me see you move your cummy tongue around, ah, that's great.
Swallow now son but keep your eyes open, I like to see a suck-boys eyes has
he swallows my jism." I did has he ordered and was strangely proud of
myself; he seemed happy with me.

I instinctively leaned down and put my cummy lips on his cockhead, nursing
on it like a baby on a teat. "Good boy, I knew I wasn't wasting my time
with you, you're a natural cocksucker. Oh, you've got lots to learn but in
the end I know you'll make me proud. There is nothing more enjoyable than
the selfish, total disregard of anything more than my pleasure has I
instruct a slut-boy in how to service a real man. We've made a good start
here but there's so much yet to learn. Crotch is going to be your area of
study; I'll teach you ass worship and toilet duty. If you're smart you'll
stifle your inhibitions and do as you're told. If you let yourself go I'll
teach you what your destiny is; the only way you'll be truly happy. I know
you; your life has been lived in that narrow region between expectation and
reality. Given that, then disappointment is the only possible result. I bet
your past was like everyone else is at a party and you're not invited; you
know you never fit in when other guys talk trends to girls and sex. I've
cum in your mouth son, you're mine now."