Date: Wed, 24 Apr 2013 13:11:29 -0400
From: dave stout <dodge1191@hotmail.com>
Subject: Slave Instruction Vignettes: In the Beginning

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This story is one of planned series of Vignettes:

Slave instruction Vignettes

In the beginning:

I was lucky enough to get a job installing Computer networks and generally
troubleshooting all things technology right out of school. It was great; I
was a free agent on commission and had considerable free time while doing a
job that I was actually interested in; it was all good.

I was directed out to an upscale suburb to install a new wireless modem, a
very simple thing that was quick and profitable. The house set back from
the street and was surrounded by a substantial wrought iron fence; it was
well landscaped and quite posh. I got out and went up to the little
gatehouse. There was an alpha-numeric keypad for entering a password and a
call button that I pushed. The answering voice first asked if I was in
Master Peter's service and when I said no he tersely asked the usual
questions about my appointment. I was soon heading up the drive to the big
house.

I was met at the door by a 30 year old guy clad only in gym shorts who
said, "Master Peter is at the pool, follow me." The house was impressive
but the pool area was simply luxurious. Half of the pool space was covered
by an overhanging roof; it was all tiled and filled with mostly leather
furniture. In the shaded area the owner sat on a huge red leather chair. I
noted that he was about 45 years old and in pretty good shape, well maybe
just a small bit pudgy. He had a white bathrobe on and was talking on the
phone. My escort motioned me to a chair opposite the man I assumed was
"Master Peter". I pondered why he was referred to as "Master" as he
continued his phone conversation without as much as an acknowledgment of my
presence right in front of him. I thought to myself, "what a rude bastard"
as I waited.

He finally hung the phone up but then picked up a paper and started making
notes on it. I'm usually not bashful but his actions were so off of the
norm that I just sat silently and waited. After a few minutes he looked up
at me and asked who I was and what did I want?

"My name is Bob and you called me in to install a new wireless setup" I
explained. It was an uncomfortable few minutes before he answered, "I'm
Peter and the servant who is presently servicing me is called Chris who is
getting us some refreshments right now."

I couldn't help wondering about the presently servicing me statement but
hell, it wasn't often that I went out on a job and was provided with
refreshments. My escort, Chris arrived with a tray full of sodas and
snacks. After we had our drinks I was again surprised that Chris just stood
a few feet away with his hands behind his back and his head bowed.  Peter
and I made the usual small talk about the weather and such as we sipped our
drinks. All of a sudden he opened his robe and snapped his fingers as he
pointed to the floor in front of him. He was naked under the robe and had a
very thick, long cock that wasn't quite hard. Chris bent over and slipped
out of his shorts, fell to his knees in front of Peter and leaned in to
lick his balls. It would be a gross understatement to say that I was
surprised; it was one of those moments when you just can't believe that
what you just saw was really what was happening. Like in a dream I heard
Peter talking again, "you don't mind do you, I like to have a cocksucker
pleasuring my cock while I talk, it's very relaxing." Chris was still just
licking Peter's balls using his tongue to lift them as he ran it around the
big ballsack. I was shocked but strangely also attracted; I couldn't stop
staring, it was so very outrageous that I was entranced as Peter spoke.

"Chris isn't my best faggot but he tries very hard on his monthly visiting
day. Like most of my suck boys he knows that he can only come back if he
pleases me. At first he was like all the others, shy and very nervous. It's
quite tiresome really but I know that their cocksucking skills can only be
honed after you break through the shell of shyness that we all have but
cocksuckers must conquer. Look at Chrissy here; he no longer worries about
who sees him with my cock in his mouth, he now seeks out the humiliation
that's part of being a good cocksucker. Isn't that right Chrissy?"

Chris had a bit of trouble but was able to choke out a yes Sir even with a
mouth full of Peter's cock. the whole scene was troubling; it was very
obvious that Chris was servicing Peter of his own free will, there was no
cohesion here. I relaxed a little watching Peter get sucked off; as I
sipped my wine he took Chris by the ears and told him to take a deep
breath. He then pulled Chris forward plunging his cock into his throat; of
course Chris gagged as his throat was plugged but Peter held his head down
by his ears. Finally he let his sputtering, gasping cocksucker up. I was
strangely touched as Peter reached down and Bobbyted Chris's head saying,
"there, there, Chris, good boy, it's not so easy for every boy to do."

As Chris caught his breath Peter said, "It takes quite a bit of dedication
before a boy can take a whopper cock like mine right down to the
balls. Chrissy here has visited me for training three times but still
hasn't mastered it.  It's interesting though that he keeps coming back for
another try. I've got a little stable of cocksuckers who make appointments
to visit and get a little training as they service me. Oh hell, where are
my manners, would you like to have Chrissy suck your cock, of course you
would. Chrissy, get over to our guest and blow him."  Before I could refuse
Chris was on his knees fishing my cock out. I didn't think fast enough to
object and actually had to admit that his mouth felt wonderful on my
prick. This wasn't just a quick blow job; Chris was licking and sucking my
cock like he was worshipping a deity. Peter was talking to me now, "it
feels good doesn't it Bob, there's nothing more relaxing than having a
suck-boy mouthing your cock is there? Did you notice how eager he is, you
can't get a female slut to worship your prick like that, they always give
you the impression that they are doing you a favor while a guy sucking you
off only wants to please you. I think that's enough of a sample for now
Chrissy, get us some more wine now."

I thought to myself, what the hell, I didn't get to cum and what was this
"sample" crap. The wine was good though and I was getting a little buzz as
Chris again began mouthing Peter's cock. I must have been staring again as
I heard Peter laugh as he said, "it's very hard not to watch when there's a
cocksucker performing; you don't have to sneak peeks, I know you're
interested, it's a very natural thing."  I didn't know how natural it was
but he was right, I was interested in watching Chris suck him off. In the
back of my mind I had some doubt about the natural part as I watched
Peter's boy service him. The wine was getting to me now and when Peter
suggested that I could get a better view if I got on the floor it actually
sounded like a good idea. Peter had this nice, deep voice and he spoke it
was so soft that you had to listen very carefully.

"You should get on the floor Bob, you'll have a much better view
there. Don't worry there's no one here but the three of us so don't be
embarrassed by your curiosity. Lots of guys are curious about cocksucking."

On the floor I had a good view of Chris's lips going up and down on that
big cock; I liked watching and that embarrassed and excited me. You know
the thoughts that go through your head when you're falling asleep, well
mine involved sex with a guy! While I always been heterosexual, I have for
years wondered what it would be like to give another man a blow job.  Even
though never acted on this curiosity has resulted in an ongoing fantasy
about what this experience would be like.

It seemed that Peter's cocksucker was giving me a little show now; he was
now taking Peter's cock deep in his throat, he then gagged and pulled up
until just the cockhead was in his mouth for his nursing lips. Peter had a
very thick cock of about seven inches and I had a great view. I wondered
what it would feel like to have this shaft in my mouth but I was really
curious about how Chris continually forced himself to choke and gag on this
cock; it must have been very uncomfortable but he kept trying to swallow it
all. I was listening to Peter talk in his quiet, forceful tone; it was
hypnotic.

"It's quite a show isn't it Bob; Chris is now a very eager suck-boy but he
wasn't always this eager. You know that tendencies towards submission can
be enhanced but not really taught. A suck-boy usually creates a kinda
bubble around his natural need to provide service to the cocky, alphas he
meets. He fights hard to keep his needs secret lest he be called a faggot
or cocksucker. He needs to be mastered and shown that the clearest Bobbyh
to his own happiness and fulfillment is just to let himself go and kneel in
submission to his betters. You know that throughout history there were
always boys and men born to service the alpha-males of their time. These
very personal servants went by many names, man-servant, favorite-boy,
suck-boy, faggot or cocksucker. In antiquity they were often accepted as
what they were, accomplished mouth cunts that allowed the aristocracy to
enjoy the pleasures that only a male suck-boy can deliver. In any event
true submissives must somehow be led past the humiliation of sucking
another man's cock. They have to let themselves go to finally be fulfilled
as they admit to themselves that they were created simply to suck cum out
of better men's cocks and all they need now is a teacher."  Peter's voice
was memorizing and between the very erotic suck show so close to me and his
quietly forceful tone I couldn't help but consider just what my secret
thoughts really meant.  "Chrissy here somehow found out about my "visiting
cocksucker" program and I Bobbyiently led him into acknowledgment of who he
really is. He was very reluctant at first but once his lips closed on my
cockhead he was hooked. Like all of my boys the only two of us initial
privacy helped as did my training aids. I think you're a little bit curious
Bobby; Chrissy, let him have just a little taste."

He called me Bobby, where did that come from? Chris is holding out that
big, thick cock for me; it's glistening with saliva, what the hell should I
do? I sputtered out that I wasn't gay and just wasn't interested."  "I
think you're very interested Bobby, hell you've been watching my cocksucker
for a long time considering you're not interested. I know you're not gay
but maybe you'd like to just experience what a cock tastes like; it'll be a
little like trying sushi or licking a cunt for the first time, just a
taste. By the way have you fantasized about licking the hot cum from a
fresh-fucked cunt? You don't have to answer that, just think about it."

For whatever reason I had to admit that he was right; I wanted a little
taste. Chris moved over still holding out Peter's prick for my "taste". I
knelt between his legs and wrapped my hand around his Cock and tentatively
stuck my tongue out and gave his manhood a broad licking stroke just before
I took that large mushroom head of cock into my mouth.  In the background I
heard Peter take a breath. That deep intake of air gave me either some
renewed confidence or just a good feeling of accomplishment; I opened my
mouth just wide enough to take in the head and tried to suck on it as you
would a piece of candy but found it was too large to pull that off. I moved
my tongue around in a frantic motion. This was the first time that I had
tasted a cock in her mouth and I found it rubbery soft, quite unlike
anything else. I had always thought it was demeaning but now as I knelt
before him and had a small taste I found that I craved it. The only issue
was that I didn't quite know what to do. The feeling of his thick meat on
my tongue made me hungry in a way I had never felt before. I licked and
nibbled to my heart's content wanting to take more of it but thought it'd
be impossible.

I could tell that Peter reveled in the feeling of my mouth. He had to love
how innocently I worshiped my first cock, as if it were my favorite
activity. I felt Peter patting my head as he said, "that's a good boy
Bobby; you're a good boy for your Master."

Master, what the hell was that about I thought as I ran my tongue around
his cockhead.

"You suck cock like a little school girl Bobby; in fact your blow job bores
me. You don't have to feel bad about it though; I'll train you how to
correctly service your Master's cock. It's time for Chrissy to leave, he's
got a long drive to his home. Let's see him to the door."  Chris was
dressed and as we got to the front door he slumped to his knees in front of
Peter, fished his cock out of the bathrobe folds and licked and kissed the
head before he got up and left. "Isn't that a nice way to show his Master
respect, Peter asked?" I had to acknowledge that it was and I nodded yes.
Peter closed his robe and we went into the kitchen for a snack. He had that
friendly, casual manner that can't be faked and it put me at ease, almost
forgetting what I had done just a short hour ago. As we talked I thought
"what a nice guy."

It was a bit of a mood breaker when we were discussing a local crime
incidence, almost in mid-sentence he just said, "strip off all your clothes
Bob." It was done without a preamble but phrased strongly as more of an
order than a suggestion. I was taken back and perhaps just confused but in
the end I just meekly complied until I got to my jockey shorts. "Why did
you stop Bobby, I told you to strip."  I can't really remember the why of
it but in the end I did as he had ordered and soon was standing naked in
front of the couch. Peter said, "there Bobby, isn't that more comfortable
for you; aren't you happier admitting to yourself that being naked for a
man excites you, think about it? You can sit down and relax while you
finish your drink."

I had to admit that Peter was right, being naked seemed right. I don't know
exactly when I noticed that I was a bit different from the other guys. To
be sure I liked sports and beer but I wasn't quite as excited by the
ladies. Well here I am in my twenties standing naked in front of an older
man.  Peter was friendly and not at all the stern guy you think of as a
Master. I couldn't help noticing a large colorful painting on the wall. It
showed an ancient slave market scene with a bare breasted girl being
examined by a potential buyer. It was hung very prominently on the wall. He
caught my gaze and said, "those must have been the days, when you could
saunter down to a market and purchase the slave of your choice. Once the
deal was done the slave was owned just like a pony or dog. I think you like
that thought and that painting." I must have nodded approval which
triggered a little chuckle.

As we both sipped our drinks we continued chatting about last nights
baseball and the weather; all very innocuous.  "Tell me Bobby, when did you
realize that you wanted to serve a guy?" I kind of stammered out a reply as
the question confused me; I wasn't at all certain that that's what I
wanted.

"Don't worry it's all right, some guys are meant to be dominant and others
are happiest being submissive. Nothing to be ashamed of, I'll try to lead
you into a life that will make you very happy but you'll have to let
yourself go. You'll have to listen and obey me without question. Are you
willing to try Bob?"

It didn't make sense but the combination of the booze, soft strong voice
and the erotic setting confused me, I stammered out an immediate "Yes, yes
I am."

"I've really never had a novice as inexperienced as you are, usually my
boys are a little experienced, no matter, it'll all work out, trust
me. Lets see what I've bought, stand up now boy."  What the hell, "what he
had bought", what was I getting into I thought as I stood up for him.

I stood there naked with him walking around me and shivered yet the room
wasn't cold.

"Open your mouth wide, that's it now stick out your tongue." He had his
hand in my mouth, his fingers stroked across my tongue. "I want you to suck
on my finger now. If you are to ever be my good boy I have to see your
dedication."

I was more humiliated than I had ever been in my life but started to suck
on the his finger. I looked up and could see a wide grin on Peter's face as
he continued to move his finger in and out of my mouth. After a few minutes
he added a second finger. I had never experienced anything like this but
was now learning what it was to be a true submissive; it was hot.

 "Bend over now Bobby, that's right, spread your legs. Now reach around and
pull your ass cheeks apart so I can see your asshole. Not bad Bobby, you've
got a nice ass. Ok straighten up now. How did you feel when I was looking
at your asshole?" "I don't know exactly, it was humiliating yet it made me
tingle a little" I replied.

"That's a good sign boy, from now on begin calling me Sir and thinking of
me as just someone you want to serve. Got it boy"

"Yes Sir" I said quickly.

"I can see that your little cock is hard so I guess you do like this kind
of treatment, good. Get on your knees now Bobby, see how that feels to you;
I've found that boys like Chris are happiest there and I think you will
also." As I fell to my knees he told me to just imagine what I would be
doing in the future in this position. "Now put you head on the rug and
stick your ass up, that's right, stick it out. I've always believed that
this position most emphasizes just what your status as my boy really is. To
start your service training it's best that you be constrained and now it's
time to cuff you so you'll know just who you are owned by. Ok boy it's
time, put your hands behind you." It was strange, I was kind of in a trance
as I meekly obeyed.

Peter proceeded to lock on leather cuffs and a collar. Each of the cuffs
had a large steel ring as part of it. When he clamped my wrists behind my
back I truly felt like a slave, this is what it must have been like in
ancient times when people where bought and sold like cattle I thought.

"I like my boys to be restrained most of the time there in training,
remember that throughout history being a slave means having no choice
except to serve and obey. Most boys like you get to enjoy not having to
make any decisions. Let me put this collar on you now. It's a fact that
cocksuckers like you serve best when they are restrained. Of course your
hands will be free to serve me when that's required". As he rattled the
chain holding the cuffs together behind my back and locked my collar on I
felt for all the world a slave. I was embarrassed but yet I knew that this
was where I belonged.

I had never realized how helpless you are when your hands are locked behind
you. When he put a short chain between my ankle cuffs and I was hobbled I
really knew what the word restraint meant. "Go ahead walk a little for me
boy.. From now on you are going to be kept in chains unless I want you to
use your hands. It's part of your training." I knew that I must have looked
foolish as I did the little mincing walk that my hobbled ankles made me do.

"There are of course a few rules to start you off on; I want you to
maintain eye contact whenever you are being handled or servicing me. If you
are in a room and I enter then you're to fall and prostrate yourself at my
feet. When your told to get into position for an examination then you're to
stand with your legs wide spread and if your hands are free put them behind
your head. In all of these cases you're to lower your eyes unless we
instruct you differently. Your to be my body slave serving me for sex
whenever and in whatever way I want. Your body will be trained in all the
ways that I like sex, oh yes there will be training."  Now it was
time. Peter was satisfied with me and ready to go ahead with my training.

" You must realize that as a personal slave sucking your Owner's cock is an
absolute must. After all having a skilled cocksucker is very pleasurable
for your Master and pleasing him has to be your only goal. Eventually your
mouth will salivate when you see a man's cock; your mouth will feel empty
without a cock in it.

 I want you to suck me off now so I can evaluate your skill, I'd like to
get the top cream off anyway." I did my best but Peter had to jerk off his
cum into my mouth, my first taste of a man's salty, creamy ball juice. I
wasn't able to make him cum with just my mouth. I could tell he was
disappointed with me and strangely felt bad about it.

"That wasn't bad for your debut blowjob Bobby, now you understand where you
fit in the grand scheme of things. It becomes a lot easier once you've
sucked the man who owns you off. The drama's gone; you now understand that
it's natural for you to submit to a man. Hell, in every relationship
there's a subordinate, a submissive. You can let yourself go now. Why don't
you scrunch down on the floor, no get over between my legs? Lick my balls
while I try to explain where were going. A cocksucker must absolutely
submit to his Master."

Without my hands I used my tongue to lift and lick his big balls. "Ahhh,
that feels nice. Well now we know that you're a cocksucker, in fact you're
my cocksucker. You've had your first taste of my cum, now it's time to
train you. I feels good to have a boy washing my balls with his tongue.

"Ahhh that's very nice. What I'm after now is frankly a body slave like
those old Roman dudes used to use. They would take a young slave boy and
train him to service them in every way.  If they needed to piss their boy
just opened his mouth, if they wanted their asshole licked the boy stuck
his tongue out. I kind of talked you into sucking me off at first but I did
notice that you got a nice hardon and in fact you're hard now from licking
my balls for me, boy. Yeah that's it, show me how much you enjoy it
cocksucker".

I was licking him eagerly by then. "Get down under my balls now", and it
was then I found the spot right where his ass crack begins and began to
mouth and tongue him there. Gosh I have to admit that the musky male taste
and smell of him down there was wonderful, it was so erotic.

"You know Bobby this is great, I often have to cum a few times a day and
you're going to enjoy taking it each time. Cunt is nice but so high
maintenance. You have to romance them, talk nice and listen to their girly
chatter. With a suck boy all I have to do is teach him what I like. Fucking
a cunt is great and I'll still do it but a nice, warm mouth has a tongue in
it to caress and worship my cock. I'm kind of interested in what you think
about all this, I need to know so I can train you properly. Were you
excited when my cock went into your mouth, what were you thinking?

I stammered and muttered that it was Ok. Peter rewarded my reticence with a
very hard slap across my cheek. "Do what I ask, think and be honest."
Through a quiet sob I responded. "At first I resented your even thinking of
me as that kind of guy."

"What kind of guy, be explicit or you'll be punished and from now on call
me Sir."

"Thinking of me as a cocksucker Sir, I was mad at myself for calling you
Sir yet I felt this odd little tingling that didn't go away. I was confused
because I didn't fight, didn't really want to fight. Once it was in my
mouth I just did what comes naturally."

"Of course you did. Your mouth is like a cunt, a cunt with a tongue. You
know the only reason cocksuckers like you have tongues are to lick a man's
ass and balls. Tell me how did you like your first taste of cum?"

He called me cunt mouth! I was insulted and yet excited by this talk. "It
was Ok, at first I was scared but it just shot into my mouth and I
swallowed."

"No, what did it taste like, answer me?"

"It was creamy and thick, kind of salty, I think I liked it Sir."

"That's good because you'll be getting lots of it from now on, I like to
get sucked off 3 or 4 times a day and take medicine to increase my cum
production; you'll be my cum dump. What I'm looking for is a body servant
like the old Romans had. In their day they trained a slave to serve all
their needs. This boy would dress them, wash their bodies, suck them off,
drink their piss, whatever was needed. Is that for you Bobby, do you want
to be my cocksucker? Tell me what you're thinking boy."

"Oh yes, I want to be your cocksucker Sir" I replied.

"You've exceeded my initial expectations. You now have an inclination of
what it's like to serve a man. It's now time for you to fully service
me. Open up your mouth Bobby."

 I was too much into this new experience to stop now but what more could
there be to "fully service" him. Sir put his hands on the back of my head
and guided it to his erect cock. "Don't put it in your mouth, lick it, just
get used to it this time."

  My mouth opened and I again felt the pulsing live prick of another man,
my owner, on my lips. I started to lick, tentatively at first, then with
more passion. I began to move up and down on his huge meat using my lips
and tongue. "Ahh. that's not bad boy," he exclaimed. "Now I'm half hard I
want you to get used to it so take a good look at my cock, a real close
look. Take your time get familiar from really close up. Get your face up
here really close to my balls."  I did exactly as he said. "No, get closer,
closer."  My nose was within an inch of his cock and balls when he once
again grabbed the back of my head and forced it in even closer, my mouth
and nose touching his balls and gooey dick.  "Now, take a deep breath and
hold it in."  I did the best I could with my face crammed into his
crotch. The sweaty, musky smell of man-crotch hit my brain like a drug.  My
own dick suddenly became painfully hard.  My knees were hurting from the
floor but I didn't care.  I took one deep breath after another before I
actually started to move my face around in his crotch, sniffing him good,
moving over every inch as if I was trying to capture all of his smells
without letting any escape. Peter took one of his hands off the back of my
head and positioned his cock so that it was lying across my face as I
continued to root around in his crotch.  I felt the sticky precum start to
ooze out over my forehead as I used my nose to lift up his balls and sniff
under one and then the other. Something clicked in the back of my mind and
I suddenly knew that I was in trouble, that I was hooked.

"How do you like that boy, be honest with yourself."

"It was awesome sir, the smell was incredible.  I never thought something
like that could get me so turned on."  I was mortified to be saying those
words, but even more embarrassed that they were the truth. Master just
glared at me for a few seconds before standing up and moving towards the
sliding glass door. "I'm going to get something in my bag.  You stay right
where you Are, don't move a muscle. Do you understand?"

  "I understand Sir, I won't move."  His control over me was growing.  He
was only gone for a few seconds before coming back out again with a small,
black bag.  He rummaged around in one of the side pockets then opened his
hand to me showing me a tiny red capsule and a glass of water, "take this."

  "I'll tell you what it is after you take it."  I reached up, took the
tablet down with a single swallow. "That was a popper pill. It will put you
in a really mellow mood. You'll feel all the usual sensations but won't be
over thinking each and every one.  It'll free you of inhibitions and help
you to become the cocksucker you were born to be.

  "Now it's time to learn how to fully service a cock. Up to now you've
only played around sucking like a teenage girl. Most superior men want to
fully enjoy their cocksucker, make his mouth merely an extension of their
cock. When you're fully trained you'll be able to take a horse cock down
your gullet without gagging. Don't worry everyone has to start someplace."

  "This is a training bench. Notice the mechanism that raises it to a man's
crotch height and how narrow it is. Once the cocksucker trainee is strapped
in and it's raised and tipped to a comfortable angle your owner can
straddle it fuck your throat as deep as he wants. It'll require your full
attention."

  Peter was very solicitous about my comfort as I scurried onto the
bench. He had me hang my head over the edge then raised it to put a thin
pillow under it. "You'll be training for a while so you might as well be
comfy." I was apprehensive as he fastened the leather straps around me but
soon I was securely held in place. There was a little whirling noise and I
was moved into his crotch height and tilted down a bit.

  "Ah that's nice boy, you look good nicely trussed up for me. Open your
mouth for me; show me the mouth you want me to fuck." I opened wide and
Peter ran his fingers in my mouth again, letting me suck them
gently. "Interesting boy, you're a natural at this, your little cock is
hard as a rock. You like this."

  Peter took his robe off and I could see his crotch from my upside down
perch. From this close and very vulnerable angle his prick head looked like
a club head. I was very nervous, very excited.

  "Open your mouth as wide as you can now boy, that's right. I'm fitting a
mouth guard behind your teeth. It'll keep your mouth open wide and prevent
you from biting down as I open up your gullet. You'll notice that you'll be
dripping copious amounts of saliva, that's normal, get used to it.

"Suck it a little now. Just lick it a while first. You'll need instructions
if you are going to make it as my suck boy."  I stuck out my tongue and
made contact with the smooth, reddish skin that covered his cockhead.  I
immediately tasted the salty funk of his precum as I used my tongue to
probe deeper and deeper into his piss slit.  I could sense that his cock
was once again on the rise and heard him let out a soft moan. I immediately
tried to take the entire head of his cock into my mouth but was quickly
pulled off again.  "Are you deaf, boy?  Look, I know you want this cock
bad, but you WILL follow my instructions.  I only told you to lick
it. After what seemed a lifetime he pushed my face away.

"Open up now boy, you been needing this for your entire life haven't you;
it's what you were made for?"

I opened my mouth and felt about three inches of his steely hard cock slip
into my mouth.  He moaned and just held it there for a few seconds, telling
me how hot my mouth felt around his cock. Holding my head firmly, he began
to pump his drippy man-meat in and out of my mouth, farther and farther
down the shaft until the thick head began to hit the back of my throat.  I
felt the urge to gag each time it touched the back of my mouth but he
really didn't care anymore. Tears began to well up in my eyes, an automatic
reflex when a person feels they are choking. Through those tears, it was
easy to see that at least half of his cock was still outside my mouth. How
far did he intend to go?

   The answer came moments later when he pulled my face clear of his cock
and held it firmly less than an inch away from the angry, flared head. At
this range the piss slit looked like the mouth of a canon. In my haze I
heard him say, "Take a long, really deep breath through your mouth" As soon
as he saw me begin to take the breath, he slammed his cockhead viciously
into my mouth, his sticky cock only pausing slightly as it bumped the back
of my throat before sliding down the relaxed opening.  Of course, as soon
as I realized what had happened my throat was no longer relaxed. I was
gagging constantly as he held my head down in his pubes, my throat
convulsing over and over around the thick invader.

  "That's it boy...it's like your throat is trying to get my cock off all
by itself.  I'm proud of you boy, your throat was made for a man's cock,
made to let a man sling his cum down there."

   Just as I felt that I was going to pass out he raised my head up long
enough for me to gasp for air.  I could see thick, nasty strands of my
saliva mixed with his precum gushing out of my mouth and down his thick
shaft. It was the consistency of cum as it slipped nastily over his balls
and ran down his crotch. He then proceeded to thrust my head back down his
shaft and even though he had a more difficult time ramming it past the back
of my mouth and into my throat (he didn't have the element of surprise
anymore) he still managed to slip all the way inside until my nose was once
again buried in his pubic bush.  I gagged again, producing another thick,
white glob of mucus to lubricate his cock for each successive thrust.  He
didn't hold me down on it as long this time before letting me up for air
and then thrusting it back again.  Soon he settled into a long, slow, deep
throat fuck and I was beginning to get a grip on my breathing, timing my
breaths to occur at exactly the moment my mouth cleared the head of his
cock.  He was totally in control, never releasing my head for a second.

   I knew that spit and precum were everywhere - I could see a thick puddle
of white, foamy saliva dripping off his balls onto the floor. He continued
his verbal teaching as well, "Yeah, now you're using your mouth pussy, take
my cock, take it all the way to the root, boy!  You've been dreaming about
this for years, haven't you, thinking about a wet, big cock sliding down
your throat."  His thrusts were becoming quicker now and I felt a new wave
of swelling travel up his cock, I knew he was getting close.

  "Remember how you fucking rooted around my balls, boy?  Well, now you're
getting the whole thing right down your tight little throat, just like you
always wanted.  My big, thick cock, the same cock that will soon piss in
your mouth is pounding your throat like its fucking a pussy. Your throat is
about to milk the sperm out of the nuts you licked and that makes you hot,
doesn't it?  Takes you right to the edge thinking about tasting my cum,
doesn't it boy?  Well, slave boy, get ready, here it comes!!!!"

   Time slowed to a crawl as I felt his cock swell even larger stretching
my mouth and the first violent wave of cum traveled up his shaft to empty
far down my throat. It shuddered again and spewed a second massive load
into my mouth. He pulled out a bit and a third blast coated my right cheek
and quickly ran down to my chin, mingling with the drippings already there
and gaining enough weight to slide off onto the floor

  I focused on the underside of his shaft and noticed it contract as yet
another wave of cum made its way to accumulate at his cockhead.  He yanked
my head backwards even further and looked down at me, smiled and spit into
my open mouth. Poor slave boy hasn't gotten to taste any yet.  Is that what
you want, to taste my cum, your Master's cum?"  Well beyond embarrassment
by now, I eagerly nodded that I wanted it.  He shook my head hard and
calmly set me straight. "I told you not to nod at me use your mouth cunt to
answer me, tell me what you want!"

  "Please Sir, I want to taste your cum again so bad.

  "Keep your mouth open, boy, here it cums, enjoy!"  He held his still
throbbing cock over my open mouth as he moved even closer to my head on the
edge of the bench and just let it sit there for a moment, temptingly as his
hand kept the skin pinched off, staring at me, watching my reaction. After
what seemed like an eternity he skinned his hand back and I got a full
taste of his load.  It was amazing.  The pent up cum ran out like a
fountain directly into my waiting, hungry, mouth.  The taste was incredible
and I knew that I was hooked, everything he had said about me was true.  I
wanted to cry, I wanted to cum, I wanted to run away, I wanted to taste
more of his cock, all at the same time.  I closed my mouth and moved the
thick, creamy, salty, cum of my new Master around with my tongue to coat
the entire inside of my mouth, savoring the musky flavor and heat of his
cum. He began to beat my face with his slimy cock, moving his cum all over
my face before he released the back of my head. I knew I was hooked; I was
now a cocksucker.