Date: Sat, 31 Jan 2015 16:08:24 -0500
From: dave stout <dodge1191@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mountain Hike

Mountain Hike, chapters 1 thru 5 Complete

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Excerpt:

I gulped in air as he pushed his cock relentlessly into my throat. Even
though I was helpless in my straps I tried to wiggle and move for I thought
I was choking to death. Master pulled back and silently gave me a chance to
breath before advancing again past the gag reflex at my throat opening.

With a sly smirk he told me, "There's kind of a ritual to breaking in a
cunt mouth you know, doing it nice and slow usually makes the cocksucker
really strive to please, I know it's uncomfortable now but soon you'll be
able to swallow the biggest cock right into your belly without a
thought. Here it comes again boy."

He was now warning me as the thick cockhead entered my throat opening. I
could sense my throat muscles weakening as it once again punched through. I
was really slobbering now but had to admit that I was getting used to this
invader. Master began a slow, steady fucking of my mouth just randomly
pushing into my throat so I didn't know when to expect my breath to be cut
off. I was no longer choking as violently and I became suddenly aware of
his balls resting on my nose with his cock stationary in my throat
opening. I felt his hand on my throat as he stroked it. I had done it!


My initiation into a new world happened almost by accident. In the summer
between High school and College I decided to hike the Blue Mountain
range. My thought was to go alone and clear my head for my higher education
goal. I thought that a period of quiet time would be good for me after
breaking up with my girlfriend of 3 years, how wrong I was. In High school
I was a second-rate track star so I was sure that I had the stamina. At a
little over 5'10" and 160 pounds the hundred-mile hike I had planned should
be a cakewalk.

By the fourth day I could tell by the partially overgrown path that I was
virtually alone out here; in fact I hadn't seen another person in 3
days. This made it even more surprising when in the middle of a driving
rainstorm I abruptly came upon a small clearing with a nice rustic little
cabin against a creek bank. I was soaked and it looked like this was an all
day rain so I hurried towards the cabin intending to stay on the porch
while the rains poured down. When I got there I was soaked to the skin. As
I watched the rains pour down shivering in my wet clothes I was startled by
the door opening.

There was a very tall older man there I would guess about 40 but in very
good shape.

"Hi son, boy you sure are wet, why don't you come inside and dry off before
you get sick."

I was certainly eager to get dry, even under the porch roof I was dripping
wet. The cabin was dry with a nice fire going in a small wood stove.

"Why don't you get out of those wet things while I make you a cup of coffee
son, just strip down" he said with a smile.

I had often stripped in front of others in the school locker room so I
thought nothing of it even when he sat in a rocking chair watching me. I
was traveling light so the only dry clothes I had was another set of
underwear. I had to admit that I really was glad to rid myself of the damp
clothes as I stripped off my wet under-shorts. When I stood up he was next
to me handing over a towel and just staring at me. I finally got on my dry
jockey shorts and sipped my tea. As we chatted I learned that his name was
Kirk and he was married to a Lady named Jan. It seems that she would be up
later on in the week. Since there was no road into this place he used an
all-terrain vehicle to traverse the 20 something miles from the road. My
clothes were slowly drying but I was warm enough now being close to the
wood stove. Kirk got up and walked over to the side of my chair where there
was a toilet.

 "In a one room cabin everything is out in the open, I suppose we should
have enclosed this but we never got around to it" Kirk said.

He zipped down the fly of his pants and whipped out the thickest cock I had
ever seen. I wasn't gay but like everyone else I had stolen glances in the
shower and this was certainly a very big, very thick cock. I had never seen
anything quite like it and could not stop starring. When the mouth of the
cock head opened up the stream of piss looked like a fire hose splashing
down. I was still starring when he was finished and just standing there. I
realize now that he was posing, letting me get a really good look at his
magnificent looking piece of meat but at the time I just didn't think of
what kind of message my stares were sending.

I was still in a bit of a trance when he tucked it back in and refilled my
cup my last recollection was of being very sleepy. I don't know how long I
was out but as I slowly awoke I noticed it was now dark out and there were
soft, dim lights on in the room. I was on the floor and Kirk was in the
chair in front of me. As I tried to get up I found that I had my wrists
fastened behind my back and there was a short chain on my ankles.

The man, Kirk was talking to me; "Oh don't worry about the chains they are
there to keep you from kicking. That thing in your mouth is a ball gag, I
know it's uncomfortable but you will get used to it and it keeps you quiet
while I tell you the way it is. As of right now you're my captive and
you're going to become my suck slut. Oh don't pretend that you don't want
to, I saw the look in your eyes when you were starring at my prick. Just
let yourself go and you'll enjoy yourself. There is no one here but us and
since you're tied up there is really nothing that you can do about it
anyway so you're free. The restraints free people like you of their
inhibitions; with no choice you must serve me and any enjoyment you get is
then guilt free. Now I'm going to take the gag out of your mouth and I
expect you to keep quiet, think of this like it's a training program at
your old high school"

I kept quiet as he removed the ball gag contraption from my mouth.

Kirk continued; "Your dripping, the ball gag in your mouth sure makes your
saliva run doesn't it, actually anything in your mouth makes it run, eh."

He opened his robe and snaked out his cock again, what a tool, I thought!

"Get up on your knees boy so you can get a good look. With your ankles
chained it'll be difficult for you but believe me it'll be worth it to you
in the end" he said.

To this day I don't know why I did it but I struggled onto my knees ending
up at eye level with his monster has he spoke. "I think it's time for you
to perform boy, whether or not you know it yet this is what you want and
need."

He came closer and I could see the huge cockhead with its wide little
mouth, I was mesmerized by it. I know I was again starring but I couldn't
help it. He rubbed the rubbery cockhead across my lips and I panicked
pulling my face back. He slapped my face hard.

"Uh - Uh boy you know you want it now open your mouth before I get my whip
out. We can make this easy or hard for you, I really don't care, either way
I'll enjoy myself" he said.

It only took another slap and my mouth opened as he sat his cockhead on my
tongue. I closed my mouth around it and received another slap. He reached
down and grabbed a riding crop.

"OK boy I guess we need to give you a little more instruction in just who's
the boss here. I want you to bend over with your face on the floor and your
ass up" he told me.

I did as I was told and he moved around in back of me and I felt him
pulling my jockey shorts off my ass cheeks. He gave me 3 very hard blows
with the crop and then told me to spread my legs wider, I did and he rained
more blows down on my ass. I was sore and crying like a little girl when he
had me get up again on my knees and open my mouth.

Kirk told me, "Now boy here is the way I want it. I'll tell you what to do
and you do it exactly, not more, not less, just what I want."

To punctuate what he told me he reached down and again brought the riding
crop on my sore, red ass. "You look pretty good with your mouth open now
let me rest my cock on your tongue and you just breathe in until you get
used to the man smell of cock."

I did exactly as I was told this time and found the musty man smell almost
sweet as he talked. "OK boy just close your lips around the head and nurse
on that cockhead; that's right, you've got it just like a baby suckling on
its Mother's tit."

The rubbery, soft cockhead filed my mouth and stretched my jaw it was so
wide. "Now take some more of that meat in, suck it up boy. Ah that feels
good." He grabbed my head and slowly began feeding me more and more of his
cock. My jaws were aching but surprisingly it was a good ache.

I dimly heard his words of praise, the "good boy", "suck it harder boy"
words spurred me on. My mouth was being raped and I really wanted to please
this strange man for some reason. He stroked his big cock back and forth in
my mouth with a slow, relentless rhythm as he commented on my having a
hard-on. I suddenly sensed that it was swelling even larger in my mouth, he
was getting ready to cum; he was going to cum in my mouth.

There wasn't much time to panic as he sighed and blasted cum into my
sucking mouth. I swallowed and swallowed to keep from choking when he
pulled out and sent the last blast in my face, right up into my nose and
eyes. My eyes were watering and I was crying as he stuck it back in my
mouth with the order to suck it clean, I nursed on it until it was
clean. He closed his robe, sat down and began reading. I sat back on my
haunches and caught my breath has I wondered what was to become of me.

End of Chapter 1, more to come soon as Jan is introduced.

Comments and ideas are welcome at Dave at dodge1191@hotmail.com

After we had rested for a bit he had me come over to his chair and curl up
on my knees in front of him. He opened his robe again and was slowly
stroking his cock as he talked. "That was pretty good boy, was that the
first cock you sucked?

"Yes it was" I answered.

"From now on you call me Sir or Master, now that you've sucked me off and
swallowed my cum, your mine now, got it?" he said.

"Yes Sir" I replied has he talked in his soft, assertive voice.

"I'll teach you what you need to know but from now on you're a slave and
you belong to me. When I saw you looking at me I knew that you wanted to
submit, well you'll get a lot of chances to do that. If you let yourself go
and only think about serving your betters you'll quickly learn to be a
slave. It's your nature to submit and serve. Get your face in my crotch and
lick my balls while I talk to you."

I guess I was a little slow because I received a crack on my ass with the
riding crop again just as I got my face into his crotch. I began tonguing
his big balls as he instructed me.

"Use the flat of your tongue boy lick and clean your Master's balls. I see
you're hard again, I knew you'd make a good slave."

As I licked his crotch I thought about what he was saying, was I a natural
slave, was my role to be at my Master's feet like a prized puppy, I didn't
know yet but I was vaguely aware that I was still licking a man's balls
just as he had ordered me. I slurped up and down his ball sack gently
lifting them with my tongue. The taste was a little musty but
intoxicating. My wrists were still behind my back so I was again quite
helpless to do anything but what he wanted; this was the first time that I
thought of him as my Master.  "Your not to bad as a ball licker, good thing
because you'll get a lot of practice. Its time for you to give me another
blowjob now, I really like getting my cock sucked and its obvious that
you're a cocksucker. Go to it my young cocksucker" he said.

Kurt then lifted my face from his balls and stuffed his big cock into my
mouth as he said, " look me in the eye slave, I want to see your eyes as
you suck my prick. There is very little that's more satisfying than
watching a slave you own, humiliating himself as your slut. I want to stuff
my cock right down your throat now so take a deep breath boy."

He couldn't mean this could he, that impossibly long, thick prick would
choke me. Just then he grabbed my head and poked his cockhead into my
throat opening. I was choking and writhing on his cock as he held me in
place on his spike. It seemed like forever until he slowly withdrew his
cock. "There, there now boy I know its tough the first time but you'll get
used to it, now breath deep kid, here it comes." I was again choking and
wriggling like a fish on a hook as he again plunged into my throat.

" I like the feeling of your throat muscles as they contract and spasm its
kind of like a deep and talented cunt. That's what you are you know, just a
cunt with a tongue."

 He again pulled out, told me to breath and pressed it again into my
throat. As this was repeated my throat became very sore but the spasms
became less painful, I was getting used to this invasion; I found I could
now time my breathing to his thrusts!

My new Master started to cum just as I was taking a breath. His cum erupted
into the back of my throat. I am sure that master could feel me swallow the
gooey wad before he speared me on his jetting dick again. He let two more
searing spurts of cum rip straight down my throat before he pulled his
cockhead to my lips. I caught the next two squirts on my tongue. He grasped
his slimy cock in his hand and presented it to my panting mouth.

He said, "Milk it slave, clean it up."

I sucked and slurped on his cum coated cock until it was spotless then
Master fed his fingers into my mouth to clean them up. I sucked greedily
liking the taste of cum. He was right I guess, I was his slave and had
never been hotter than I was right now.  I was gasping and panting from the
shear exertion of sucking the man I now thought of as my Master off. It
only took a touch of his hand on my head has he talked, to bring me back to
reality.

 "From now on you need to keep your mind on the fact that I own you just
like you were my dog or pony. You'll be getting lots of practice in
cocksucking, I like to cum at least 5 or 6 times a day. Your deep throating
skills are pretty low but it's what I want so I'm sure that you'll
improve."

 Kurt continued, "My wife is meeting me at the rod and gun club down by the
highway. Even though you're very new as a slave but I think I'll take
you. It'll be a chance for you to serve and learn with other slaves."

There were other slaves, other people, how deep was I getting myself into
this?

I was soon hanging onto the back of Master's ATV wrapped only in a sheet,
my wrists were still chained behind me as he went back to the rod and gun
club. I was taken off of the ATV and found myself inside of a large fenced
yard behind a wooden building. There were people around and I was
embarrassed as Master removed my sheet leaving me completely naked except
for my chains.

Kurt was talking to another man; it was just like I wasn't there. "Yeah
he's real new but I think he shows promise, we'll be bringing him out after
we train him some more."

Master Kurt tied a rope to my wrist chain and led me like a prized pony
into the building. Inside it was dimly lit and I could barely see as he led
me through what I later found was a common area. We were soon inside of a
small apartment.

"Jan, this is our new slave , what do you think?" he asked a pretty woman.

"He's just adorable Kirk , look at his stiff little prick. I'm so glad we
have a male slave for a change, is he trained?"  she asked.

Kurt laughed has he said, "Oh no we've barely begun but I think he's going
to make up in enthusiastic effort what he lacks in skill."

 "I'm in the mood to get my cunt licked right now but I'm involved in a
slave training seminar. Put a collar on him and lets let him take his first
course" she told Kurt.

I was confused as Master fitted a leather collar around my neck, it had two
iron rings on the outside.

Master told me, "You know that with this collar on your really a slave, you
should begin thinking that your slave collar is your symbol of submission."

They hooked a leash to one of the iron rings on the collar and led me into
the large common room. We went to a corner with better lighting and I could
see that there were many other slaves, both male and female, with their
Masters and Mistresses. In the front was a large, lush, padded table with
stirrups on the end. I was surprised when my new Mistress mounted the table
and Master helped her into the stirrups. The bottom of the table was fallen
away and everyone had a perfect view of her wide-spread cunt. All the
slaves were called to the front so they could be taught how to shave their
Mistresses cunt.

One of the Master's said, "All right now slaves settle down, this is
another class to help you be a more valuable slave to your owners. Today
we're going to show you how to keep your Mistresses cunt and ass smooth and
clean shaven. We want a slave that's inexperienced to participate so if an
owner could offer one I would appreciate it."  Master grabbed my leash and
bought me to the front, saying, "Here Sam he's as new as you've ever
seen. Let me unchain him for you."

It felt good to have my hands free but I didn't have a lot of time to think
about it has the man, Sam said, " Ok son get on your knees in front of her
and just watch me for now."

The instructor Master took some shaving lather and spread it thick over the
stubble on her cunt lips. He then began shaving her with a straight razor
but after a few strokes gave it to me. "Go ahead son be careful", he told
me

I was soon stroking the razor across her beautiful pussy when I was told to
get the little, short hairs on the inside of those pretty cunt lips. I
gingerly pulled the lips apart as I was told and snipped the hairs off. The
instructor pressed a button and Mistresses ass was raised and I could see
her ass hole as he said, "Gently spread your Mistresses ass cheeks apart
now slave and shave off those short little hairs. NOW's the best part for
any true slave; we've found that saliva is the very best after-shave lotion
so go to it son. Just slobber it clean using the wide part of your tongue."

I couldn't believe it, I was to lick her asshole! I tentatively stuck my
tongue out between her ass cheeks and tasted her wrinkled little
rosebud. It was musky tasting but so- so incredibly erotic. I was hard as a
rock as I cleaned her entire crotch with my tongue. With her cunt spread as
wide as this I could really get deep into her. I swabbed her crotch out for
what seemed like an hour but I know that it was only 10 or so minutes. When
Master pulled on my leash I gave her one last lick, it was certainly tasty.
It was only when I looked up that I became aware of the crowd around us.

End of Chapter 2, more to come soon.

My new world revolved more and more around my slavery. Jan and Kurt were my
owners in all senses of the word. In most cases my wrists were cuffed to
the iron rings on my collar; that allowed me to use my hands to pleasure
them but I absolutely could not reach my own cock so I was always horny.

Mistress Jan was very insistent on my subrogation, she never missed a
chance to remind me of my status. She would take me out into the common
area and have me perform like a trained pet. I began to relish the
submissive role and soon became familiar with every inch of their bodies
and what they liked. When they fucked I was what they called the "fluff"
boy. It was usually quite a ritual instead of just a quick fuck.

It began with the two of them in the bathroom where my hands were free and
I washed them while they relaxed in the big Roman Bath. As it had been
explained my role was to excite and enhance their pleasure. It was quite a
treat for my hands to be free and while they sipped wine and talked I used
a soft cloth to wash them. Mistress Jan stood and I gently unfolded her
cunt lips and washed the inside lips. When Master stood I dried him with a
towel finally falling to my knees in front of them.

While they reclined on the couch I alternated between them sucking and
licking their crotches has the sipped wine. There usually came a time when
Jan wanted me on the floor on my back. She mounted my face with her cunt
and I licked her as she maneuvered onto her knees and Master pressed his
cock into her pussy. If you have never had a juicy cunt on your mouth as
its being fucked you really can't understand just how wonderful it tastes
as it heats up and the juices flow into your mouth. After some strokes
Master would always pull his dripping cock out and present it to my mouth
to lick clean. Their combined juice actually intoxicated me.

After Master had cum of course I knelt in front of the lady and gently
licked Master's cum off of her puffy cunt lips. She liked to watch as my
tongue took gobs of the sticky stuff and sucked it into my mouth. When she
was as clean as if she just left the shower I crawled to Master and began
licking the sticky, dried cum and cunt juice off his semi-hard cock. Even
though my hands were free I wasn't usually allowed to touch either of them
except with my tongue. Their bodies were now as familiar to me as my own.

I reviled in my new role. The only Disappointment was that no matter how I
tried I still gagged when Master chose to hold my head and fuck my mouth
deep. I couldn't help it and I was ashamed has he talked to me.

"You know that a good slave must be able to take a cock right down to the
balls, you put a lot of energy into your cocksucking but you just haven't
yet learned the knack. We're going away for a few days and I think that
we're going to consign you to the Club's trainer while we are away; your
going to cocksucker school boy. Dan has years of experience mouth training
suck boys like you; it'll help you become the cocksucker you want to be."



I was soon delivered to another cottage with a warning to fully obey the
training Master just has I would Kurt. He gave me a hearty "make us proud
boy" when he dropped me off.

I soon found myself in a large, dimly lit room that was dominated by a
large leather chair that sat like a throne in the middle. A man was perched
on it with a very young girl at his feet, she looked to be about 19 or so
and was dressed only in a loose loincloth. The man was about 40 with a very
short military haircut just starting to gray at the temples. He looked for
all the world like a medieval monarch but I instantly knew that this was my
training Master.

I was apprehensive yet excited as I entered the room and fell to my knees
just has Master Kurt had instructed me to.

He looked at me as he spoke, "Ah so you're finally here boy, I've been
expecting you. I know your owner has explained that you need training to
improve your cocksucking skills but we'll spend a little time on just how
we'll work together. Kurt has assured me that you want to master this skill
so it will a fairly friendly tutorial that I'll be giving you. It's not
going to be easy but in the end you'll be able to swallow any mans cockmeat
you suck off right down to the balls. As a slave you want to do what
pleasures your owners and you know your Master wants this, you'll learn
because nothing is as important has his pleasure and he needs a full
service blow-boy."

As I listened I couldn't help noticing that the slave girl had been ever so
gently motioned away and we were alone as he said, "I know that you need to
learn to deep throat a cock but it's been my experience that a slave must
become as one with the cock he's sucking; I know that sounds kind of Zen
but that's the reality of it. You're bi-sexual so cocksucking is a supreme
form of submission, you become extremely subserviant. There is not much
that says I submit to a man, an alpha male, as my Master better than being
on your knees with your face in his crotch eh. For this exercise let me
free your hands, ok that's better. Open my robe and look at my cock, look
closely at your real Master."

I was actually trembling as I looked at his prick; it was still soft and
about 7 inches long and thicker than I had ever seen. The wide mushroom
head was as big as a baby's fist with a slit mouth that seemed to
pulsate. I couldn't stop staring, there was no way I could take a cock this
size when it was hard, what was I to do now?  His balls were big, loose
hanging and almost hairless.

He said, "A slave must try to become as familiar with his owners body as he
is with his own. Look at the piss slot, that's where your protein will be
coming from. Get your face into my balls and get used to the man-smell."

As I nuzzled his balls I realized that he was right, it was exciting.

Master continued, "OK slave now its time to see just how good you are, open
your mouth and I'll lay my cock on your tongue, let you get a little feel
for the cock you're going to serve."

With his cock on my tongue, kneeling there with my mouth wide open I really
felt like a slave. I couldn't believe the shear heft of this cock, it felt
like a thick German sausage. I could feel its pulses and smell its
man-scent. There was just a faint hint of piss smell. I was humiliated but
knew that this was what I wanted, my destiny.

Oh he was telling me to suck on the head, I closed my mouth and felt that
big purple head fill my mouth. I suckled on it like it was a giant
pacifier. The taste wasn't unpleasant and I felt I was doing a good job on
my trainers cock even though my mouth was stretched tightly around the big
head.

"Now take as much as you can, lets see how good you are." He said.

I felt the massive cock advancing inch by inch until I started choking has
he said. "That was only 3 or 4 inches boy, you've got a lot to learn, maybe
it's time for a little demo Eh."

My new Master led me into another room and I was surprised that the little
slave girl was on her knees just inside the door.

He laughed as he spoke to her, "Well cunt I guess it's time for a refresher
course for you anyway, get up on the bench. We call this bench our
cocksucker facilitator; it usually breaks down a slaves fear and
inhibitions pretty quickly so they can concentrate on pleasing their
Master. Since they have no real choice their freed to think only of the
cock filling their throat cunt."

I watched as the slave girl fairly scampered up and onto the bench. The
bench was a narrow, leather-covered affair with a lot of machinery, straps
and cuffs attached to it. Our Master busied him-self strapping her in with
the leather cuffs until she couldn't move. He then manipulated the controls
until her head was positioned just in front of his crotch. I was on my
knees, watching, at eye level to his gigantic, dripping cock has he told me
to watch closely. He slowly fed his cock into her mouth seeming to savor
the feeling as he filled her warm, wet hole.

I was mesmerized by the utter degradation of the scene in front of me. This
pretty young woman was strapped down into a completely immobile position to
be used exactly as her Master wanted, mouth fucked. I was excited as I
watched him enter her mouth. He slowly began fucking her mouth taking
deeper strokes each time, in and out, in and out.

"I have to let her get used to my cocks size, it's better that way" he
explained.

The slow prodding stopped though as I watched her eyes grow wide when he
punched through directly into her throat canal. He left it soaking there a
bit before slowly stroking its length in and out deep into her throat. I
couldn't believe it, she was taking this huge cock deep into her throat;
she was good.

It took a while but eventually he pulled his cock, dripping wet with saliva
out of her mouth and laughed as he spoke, "Look at her, she looks like a
catfish, she's still sucking after my cock is gone, that's dedication. It's
your turn now boy, I hope I'm not wasting my time with you."

He quickly unfastened her and tethered the chain on her collar to a ring on
the wall; just like a farmer would secure his livestock I thought.


End of Chapter 3 and 4, more to come soon.

I remembered my last deep throat encounter with Master Kurt and it made me
shudder to recall how inadequate I performed on his much smaller cock, what
was I to do now? I didn't really have much time to consider that for he
motioned me onto the table.

Master was really solicitous about my comfort as he began strapping me into
position; I admit that as silly as it sounds I was flattered by his concern
that his cocksucker be comfortable. I suppose my gratitude was similar to a
dog's reaction to being petted behind the ears. When I was properly
fastened I was scared, helpless and unable to move. I sensed he was making
adjustments to my position until I found myself staring directly at that
massive cock.

He was talking in a very soothing, soft voice, "You're a very lucky boy,
we're alone here and I always try to break in a new cocksucker alone on a
one to one basis. That way it's so much more intimate, don't you think? The
way I've placed you on the bench it's a nice clear shot straight into your
gullet. I know your worried now but don't think about anything but the cock
that's going to invade your throat. I know your limits and you'll be OK;
I'm here to train you not hurt you. You're helpless so there's really
nothing you can do about it. With choice removed you need only think about
your Master's cock; now since this is really your first time were going to
make sure you don't bite the cock that feeds you eh. Let me put this in,
open your mouth nice and wide."

Master busied himself fitting a ring behind my teeth then I felt it expand
as he twisted a key in it. Now I was really scared as he said, "This will
keep your jaw open boy, just in case you get the urge to bite down, believe
me this is better than my knocking your teeth out and besides you don't
want to bite your owners cock, do you?" If the purpose of this little
preamble was to relax me, it failed.

Master placed his cock on my tongue and just relaxed with it there. He
slowly began moving it forward until it filled my mouth. With my mouth
fixed open my jaws ached and I knew I had absolutely no choice or
control. Being completely restrained feels funny; it's a little
counterintuitive, you're helpless yet strangely free. No choice means you
are free to do what your told without conflicting thoughts,
Counterintuitive indeed.  My trainer was talking to me has he slowly fed me
his cock, giving me a little more with each thrust.

He said, "That's nice slave just get used to it being deep into your
mouth. You know that the average mouth is only 3 to 4 inches deep and my
cock is 7 inches long, it'll soon be lodged in your throat so get
ready. You're going to have to concentrate on breathing to do this but I'll
be patient while you get used to it. A lot of Master's will just shove a
dildo into their cocksucker's mouth until eventually the boy tires and it
easily goes in. I personally like this more intimate way where the
cocksucker learns to accommodate his Master's cock just because that's what
the Master wants."

I heard him talking as he slowly fucked my mouth right up to the opening to
my esophagus before slowly withdrawing.  Master's cock was very thick but I
was getting used to it's fullness in my mouth. With my head leaned back I
could see Master's balls advancing towards my face. I admit I was very hot
to serve him and after all I had no choice.

He began to pull his cock out and pause for a few seconds, allowing me to
breathe while his cock laid on my tongue. I was slobbering now with saliva
flowing out of my mouth like a riverw.

He smiled has he said, "One of the side effects of having your mouth pried
wide open is that your saliva glands are open like a fallen dam; don't
worry though I like a nice, wet suck. I'm going to push into your throat
now boy so take a big breath eh."

I gulped in air as he pushed his cock relentlessly into my throat. Even
though I was helpless in my straps I tried to wiggle and move for I thought
I was choking to death. Master pulled back and silently gave me a chance to
breath before advancing again past the gag reflex at my throat opening.

With a sly smirk he told me, "There's kind of a ritual to breaking in a
cunt mouth you know, doing it nice and slow usually makes the cocksucker
really strive to please, I know it's uncomfortable now but soon you'll be
able to swallow the biggest cock right into your belly without a
thought. Here it comes again boy."

He was now warning me as the thick cockhead entered my throat opening. I
could sense my throat muscles weakening as it once again punched through. I
was really slobbering now but had to admit that I was getting used to this
invader. Master began a slow, steady fucking of my mouth just randomly
pushing into my throat so I didn't know when to expect my breath to be cut
off. I was no longer choking as violently and I became suddenly aware of
his balls resting on my nose with his cock stationary in my throat
opening. I felt his hand on my throat as he stroked it. I had done it!

He said, "That's right boy you're doing good. This is really no different
than breaking a pony to a riders will you know. How does it feel to have
your throat muscles massaging my cock head, I think it feels great. There
is nothing that feels has good as a cocksucker's throat muscles contracting
around his cock, the spasms massage a man's prick like no cunt can."

He slowly pulled his cock out while stroking my throat and face telling me
how much he liked feeling his cock plugging my throat tube. Was that all I
was now, just a pet like a pony to be petted, stroked and trained?

Inside my mouth, the head slid down into the opening at the top of my
throat. It wormed its way into the very top of the esophagus. He reached
out to put his hands on my head and slowly pulled my face towards his
groin. Six, then all seven inches of cock disappeared from view. Now the
head of the cock was well down inside my throat, pointing downwards, its
curve must be showing a definite bulge in my neck and upper chest as it
worked it's way down.

In a very odd way I was really proud that I could take this man's cock all
the way down to his balls, I was actually elated with the erotic feeling of
being totally controlled. Master slowly fucked my mouth and I could now
breath on the out-strokes.

"Well boy, you did it but don't get too cocky, no pun intended, for you've
still got a lot to learn" he said with a laugh.

Even though I couldn't close my lips I could feel His cock was growing in
my mouth and throat. I knew that he was close to shooting his cum-load. He
pulled out suddenly and shot his cum all over my face. With my head tilted
like it was the thick stream of cum shot right up my nose causing me to
once again gasp and choke on it. Master paid no attention to my discomfort
as he again fed his spent cock into my mouth telling me to clean it up. I
used my tongue to lick and suck the sticky cum off of his prick. He was
gently stroking my cheeks again and commenting on how I was a natural
slave, a cock slave.

"You know boy sometimes people think they're slaves and they are only
playing but I think you're prime slave material. As a boy slave you only
have two holes to please with so you'll have to always try harder, it won't
be easy for you. You still have a lot to learn but your eager and docile,
you'll be a great blowboy."

Master busied himself unstrapping my legs and wrists as he continued
talking. My mouth was still pried open and really ached as I began to stand
up. "No-no boy, on your knees, that's the place for you, cocksuckers should
mostly be kneeling. Here let me take the teeth ring out, I bet you want
that by now. In a while we'll see how you perform without it. Myself I much
more enjoy a slave using his mouth naturally to suck me off. You know that
a mouth has much more control than any cunt so a talented cocksucker is
more fun than just plain fucking, no cunt has a tongue. I'm going to enjoy
training your mouth-cunt."

I was sitting on my haunches, with my hands loose behind my back as Master
was putting something on my head.

He said, "This is a special kind of ball gag we've developed to get your
throat used to the steady, persistent feel of cock in your mouth. You
notice that the end of the rubber cock just touches your throat opening and
tickles your gag reflex every time you breathe. You'll get used to it in
time."

I quickly noticed that whenever I moved just right the tip of the rubber
cock brushed against my throat opening; the constant urge to gag was very
hard to ignore.

He smiled down at me has he spoke, "Don't worry, after a while you'll only
feel natural with a cock in your mouth. Your owners will be back in a
couple of days and you still have a lot to learn."

My mouth felt truly stuffed and I had the feeling that I better get used to
it. At least I now knew my Master's were returning soon.


End of Chapter 4B, more to come soon.

Comments and ideas are welcome at Dave at dodge1191@hotmail.com The next
day my trainer continued my training in earnest. My balls were wrapped in
thin leather strips and my leash was attached to the cord.

"I bet now you'll follow me very close eh boy. We're having a guest today
so this is kinda like your debut," he told me.

 I didn't really know what he meant then. It wasn't very long until I was
ordered to kneel in the corner, ready for our guest. I was surprised when a
tall, pretty woman of about 45 showed up. After some small talk I was
ordered to crawl over for an inspection. I know that this must have looked
very awkward; it's hard to move with your hands behind your back. The lady
seemed very interested in me and asked if she could inspect me. I was soon
told to get on my feet. As I stood there like a docile puppy dog she walked
around me slowly groping me and commenting like I wasn't there. "He's not
too bad is he?  How is his service, has he been well trained ?

Master answered, "Actually Jane he has just begun training but I'm
encouraged so far. I don't know how good a cunt lapper he is but I think
he's going to be a premo cock sucker. It seems that he's a natural slave,
really getting off on the shear joy of the act of submission. If you keep
the humiliation factor up I think he will do anything you want, a true
slave, personality."

"Well we'll soon see eh," she said.

I was really surprised at how different being a slave in front of a couple
of people was. She cupped my balls and gently squeezed them as she smiled
at me. That made it doubly surprising when she slapped me across the face
still smiling as she said, "You're to keep your eyes lowered unless your
owner tells you different. You're a slut pig and you have no ight to look
at your betters unless ordered to. Do you understand pig?"

"Yes Mistress , yes I do," I answered.  I noticed that my trainer just sat
there smiling.

She said, "I don't suppose that you think you know how to serve a couple eh
, well we will make sure that you learn. Understand that your nothing but
another animal to use as far as were concerned, like a kitten or puppy. To
us your mouth-cunt is your best feature. You're to keep quiet unless you're
told to talk, were simply not interested in any opinions you might have. As
I said you keep your eyes averted and always fall to your knees with your
hands behind you and your eyes lowered when an owner approaches you. You
are never to refuse a Master's order, never. Don , I see you've kept his
wrists restrained , that's good. Have you broken him to a phallus yet?"

My trainer answered her, "No I really haven't had the time and I'm not
experienced enough to break a boy to a phallus; it would be interesting to
watch you though."

" Get him dressed and we'll take him home to continue his training, before
were done he'll be as great a Ladies maid as he is a cocksucker. I really
don't even want to inspect him here" she said.

I was dressed and put in the back seat and driven to their house in town,
boy it felt good to be without handcuffs. I followed them into a large
addition in back of the house. I was very apprehensive.

After they had availed themselves of some wine they again returned to me as
she said, "Well boy you'll now see the difference in how a Woman trains and
controls her slave. Slave, we must remove all of your clothing. Give them
to me."

She used a key to open a small, wood-paneled locker while I sat on an
ottoman and took off my shoes and socks. Afterward I stood and unbuttoned
the rest of my garments, surrendering them to her until at last I wore only
under shorts.

"Those, too," Mistress said, holding out her hand.

Even after what I had been through in the last few days a flush of
embarrassment swept over me. I hesitated. "Come on," she urged. I put my
thumbs inside the elastic and slid the garment past my knees, to the floor
and stepped out of them. I was now totally naked in front of them. She
smiled and let her eyes wander over me, then put my shorts in the locker
and turned the key. I stood next to the ottoman and could tell that she was
pleased with the image of my ass globes in the mirror.

She opened a drawer and found the handcuffs, saying. "Slave it's important
to follow the tried and true training rules. I know it's difficult but I'll
be with you as you learn, turn around and give me your left hand."  I
hesitated, then faced the mirror. She quickly handcuffed my hands rather
comfortably behind me, double locking the ratchets. She turned me around,
explaining in a firmer voice, "Now we want you to spread those legs. You
must remember to do it this way," she said to her partner, tapping my inner
thigh. She urged my feet outward on the warm carpet until my legs were
spread unnaturally, stretching my thigh muscles tightly. My genitals hung
free and glaringly exposed. She moved her hand over my ass globes, feeling
and squeezing. This treatment made my erection grow rapidly, to her
satisfaction.

She returned to the drawer and withdrew a white hand-towel and a small tube
of clear jelly. She opened the towel and lay it on the table, put some
jelly on her fingers and carefully spread it over the head of my cock,
causing it to surge rigidly upward. She closed the tube and laid it on the
towel. I was ashamed yet so excited by being handled like this.

"I know that you haven't participated in breaking a slave to the phallus"
she said to my trainer.

 She carried a small leather case and I wondered what it held. I saw her
glance fall to my genitals as she put the case down and walked slowly
around me, circling me like a cat would a trapped mouse, her eyes moving
over my body from head to toe. She continued her appraisal for what seemed
like several, long minutes.

She finally asked my trainer, "Have you whipped him?" "No, he's new and
untrained, a beginner, Jane."

So that was my new Mistresses name. "I certainly want to thank you for
sharing a specimen with this much promise. Of course I'll have to examine
him myself" she said.

"Of course." "Shall we begin?" Master answered.

She sat down on the other ottoman saying, "Bring him closer."

Master took my elbow and walked me in front of Mistress Jane, my erect
penis had to be at her eye level, and again she tapped the inside of my
thighs with the crop, I spread my legs wide and nervously pulled against
the handcuffs, breathing faster as she said, "When you're finished here you
will have become a trained, sexual slave in every respect. You'll be a
prize for your owner, rather than just another clumsy submissive." She
looked at Don, asking "Has he been sized?"

"No, but is it necessary, so soon," Master answered.

"Oh yes, we must do it right away." She said has she idly ran her hand up
my leg, beside the scrotum, my balls tightened. Her fingers played with my
testicles, one by one, moving them up and down, feeling their shapes. I
couldn't help it, I emitted a small moan. Using both hands she stretched my
scrotum out, testicles apart, and examined them. She lifted my balls and
looked behind them, feeling the shaft at the base of the penis. Finally,
with two fingers, she squeezed the very tip of my cock, forcing out a clear
drop, saying. "Yes he is a remarkable choice, It's time for us to
finish. Bring me the case, please, and if you have any questions as we go
along, ask them."

Master set the case in front of Mistress Jane and asked, "How long must he
be handcuffed?"

"Only until he learns not to touch his privates without permission.  Some
learn quicker than others. The training harness helps. I believe this will
do." She said.

She chose a phallus from the case. It was a magnificent dildo smooth and
veined like a real cock, with a ring attached to the base. "Bend him over
the ottoman and bring me the jelly," she said as my eyes widened.

 I was soon positioned with my legs spread, but my head down on the ottoman
and my buttocks raised sharply. I was quite conscious that my balls were
hanging down in full view of my Master and Mistress Jane. I could not see,
but only feel what they were doing to me. Mistress Jane squeezed some jelly
onto the tip of the cock like phallus. "Now Don stand beside him, turn his
feet inward on the floor as much as possible and use both hands to spread
his cheeks."

Master complied and I felt his hands on my ass globes, pulling them apart
and exposing my asshole. My little hole was now fully open and exposed has
Master asked. "But why do you turn his toes inward, Jane?"

She smiled has she said, "It prevents him from pressing his buttocks
together to resist the training cock. Now watch carefully."

The jellied tip of the cock-phallus felt chilly and slippery to me as it
touched the mouth of my ass.

She was talking now, "When you do this, Don, tease the sphincter with the
cock-instrument as I am doing. It teaches his ass to grasp the tip and
makes penetration easier. You might also pull slightly on his scrotum, like
this. It's essential that this be done slowly and gently so he can absorb
the full measure of his humiliation and also learn to crave the cock."

She took my scrotum, above the testicles, and pulled gently down in a
milking motion. Again I couldn't help it and moaned loudly.

She spoke as she stroked me, "You see, this milking action relaxes the
males and helps them learn to take the cock-phallus. Now feel his cock. Is
it very hard?"

Master reached underneath my stomach and felt my penis. It was
bone-hard. Another loud moan escaped my lips. Mistress Jane spread my
cheeks again as she said, "If you looked at the end of his cock, Don, it
would be red and flared," Mistress Jane continued, still teasing my ass
hole with the cockhead of the phallus. "Relax and breath through your
mouth, slave, it'll be easier on you if you pant."

How could I relax!!!!

She continued, "Now Don, when you push it in, do it slowly, backing out
slightly, then in again, moving the shaft downward, this way," she
demonstrated, as the tip disappeared into my ass and the shaft followed. I
felt like I was hyper-ventilating taking deep breaths and gasping out
air. She pushed it in to the ring. "See how the sphincter widens easily
around the shaft? He is taking it well, Don And this is the right size
training phallus. We won't have to find another size until he becomes used
to this one."

Only the base of the phallus, and the attached ring, was visible. I was
still panting in short breaths, with my hips moving slightly, causing the
ring to bob up and down a few inches.

"Yes, I see, Jane. May I try it once?" Master asked.

"Of course, dear, remove it slowly, take your time, and then insert it
again."

Master Don took hold of the ring and carefully withdrew the cock-phallus,
pausing slightly as the head passed through the anal opening and my cheeks
quivered violently.

She calmly said, "Before you put in back in, straighten him up and check
his cock , this is a good way to find out if a sub is a true slave."

 Don took my elbow and guided me to a standing position. My cock jutted
straight out, pointing slightly upward.

She said, "Ha-ha just look at that cock, he likes this treatment just as I
thought. That's why you do this so slowly and deliberately. He must
understand just what a slut he is. It's important that he know. Now bend
him over again."

Once more I was forced, head down, over the ottoman with my legs spread
apart, feet turned awkwardly in. Mistress Jane applied more jelly to the
cock-phallus and Master parted my cheeks.

She Told Master, "That's right, tease the hole of the anus with the cock
tip. Let the ass hole nibble and learn to reach for it like a trained horse
takes the bit."

And indeed, as the tip of the phallus touched my nether hole I could feel
that my ass opening flexed and nibbled, just like Mistress Jane said. After
a moment, with Master's fingers grasping the base, Master easily slid the
shaft fully in, provoking another desperate gasp from me.

She said, "In time he will get used to the phallus, Don. There is an
alternate method of insertion that slave will now show you, however."

Mistress Jane slowly removed the instrument. My ass-cheeks quivered and
flexed as the shaft withdrew and I moaned again as the large phallic head
passed through my ass opening has he withdrew it.

Mistress said, "If you position the phallus below the anus you can force
him to squat on it, thereby inserting it himself."

She held the shaft upright just beneath my ass hole and then, grasping the
top of my scrotum between her thumb and forefinger, she pulled firmly down,
obliging me to squat onto the phallus. Surprisingly it slid easily in up to
the ring. She released her grip on my ball sack and I was grateful for that
as she said,. "I think a training harness will do for now, and a
leash. Then we can take a walk to observe his motion."

"Do you think he should be gagged" Master asked.

"I don't know" she said.

Another long moan escaped from my mouth.

"Perhaps it would be best since he has never been force-fucked before" he
answered.

"I agree." She said has she laced a ball gag around my lips and locked it
in place.

Mistress Jane then opened a drawer in the small table and removed a black
leather harness composed of a belt and two thin straps, attached with
buckles. She fastened the belt around my waist and turned it so the buckle
was under my navel. The other two straps hung down together from the small
of my back and fell between the cheeks of my ass sliding through the ring
on the cock-phallus. It spread to each side of my scrotum where she
attached them to the belt near my hips.

"Now stand him up, Don, and we'll collar him."

Master Don then stood me upright and I guess I jumped slightly, shaking my
harness.

She smiled has she said, "See him prance, just like a young pony. It's
their way of fighting and testing the cock-phallus, Don. They all do it,
for awhile, until they learn that bucking the cock is useless. The phallus
always wins."

Mistress Jane then took a small leather collar, no bigger than the circle
of a thumb and forefinger, with a small ring set in the leather opposite
the buckle, and sat herself on the ottoman. "Bring him here Don, facing
me."

I was placed in front of her with my legs spread, breathing heavily and
tensing my buttocks until Mistress Jane stroked the inside of my leg,
saying "Easy boy. Easy now."

I was after all bigger and stronger than her, but she was certainly in
control. She skillfully lifted my balls and slipped the collar behind and
around both my scrotum and the base of my penis, positioning the small ring
at the front, on top of the collar. As she tightened the collar I again
groaned, panting noisily into the gag.

"Oh! Is he all right?" asked Don."

"Oh yes Don. Don't be alarmed. New slaves often react strongly to the
harness and collar. He will settle down. If not, there is always the crop"
she answered.

At that, I moaned a little and struggled slightly against the
handcuffs. "Now bring me the leash and the real gag," Mistress Jane
instructed.

Master went to the drawer and found them, a long black leash and a leather
cock gag. "Kneel," commanded Mistress Jane, pushing down on my shoulders. I
fell awkwardly to my knees and swayed slightly.

She told me, "I won't tell you again, but I want those thighs spread, even
when on your knees," she reminded. "Now open your mouth, wider. Just suck
on this. Yes, all the way back."  She placed the gag, another soft,
compressible leather cock shaped device scented with musk and attached to a
strap and buckle, into my mouth. "It's a tongue suppressor and gag, both,"
she explained, pulling the buckle snug behind my neck. "In time, the scent
of musk will arouse him." The strap covered my lips and completely silenced
all but my most intense moans. She stood me up again so that my erection
bobbed out in front of her completely giving me away.

She smiled as she saw me quickly spreading my legs to avoid the crop. She
uncoiled the leash, snapped it to the ring on the small collar around my
balls and handed it to Master, saying, "He should have knee hobbles." Then
Mistress Jane took two leather cuffs, joined by a short chain, from the
drawer and buckled my legs together just above the knees.

"Now observe Don, when you lead him, he's hobbled so you can always keep a
slight tension on the leash. Break him to the leather-training phallus by
walking around. Perhaps tomorrow you can come over and exercise him outside
on the grounds."

Hobbled, I moved in quick little steps to obey commands from the leash as
Master pulled me forward across the room. "You'll need this to keep his
attention," Mistress Jane said, handing Master a short, black leather
whip. "On occasion, smack his buttocks if he lags or balks. Later I will
show you the art of finer whipping to raise his responsiveness. This is by
far the best way for a woman to control a male slave."

Hobbled, with the phallus deep inside me, I really felt like the slave slut
I was in training to be. I knew it wouldn't be long before I felt a real
cock in my ass.

I was kept hobbled and restrained as my trainers led me out on a leash. In
their home I noticed that they lived very comfortably and seemed devoted to
a luxurious lifestyle.

While I was only a trainee to them they wasted no time in explaining just
what my status was." Well slave look around; this is your new home for a
while. We'll be enjoying your service even as we are training you. When we
get finished you'll be a trained body slave."

I was mesmerized by my situation as I stood there in chains, head bowed,
listening to my owners describe how I would be their slave. My Mistress sat
on a high, wide, living room chair, opened her robe and spread her
legs. Master roughly led me to her and pushed me to my knees. "OK boy get a
good look, before were done you'll be more familiar with that crotch than
with your own face." He said.

I couldn't help salivating as I gazed on the beautiful, pink, hairless cunt
of my new trainer has she said. "Get your nose up there and get used to my
scent, it's a perfume that you'll love, eau of crotch eh."

Master sat on the chair edge and watched me; the fact that I was being
watched added a very erotic aspect to my humiliation. The cunt had a musky
odor with just a hint of stale piss smell. I shuddered as Master grabbed
one of my ears and led me to those delicious, soft folds with the one word
command "lick."

I was soon lost in the act as I licked up and down her cunt slit using my
tongue to service her. I noticed that she had begun to gush cum juice; I
lapped it up like it was a fine, French sauce. "The pig looks good down
there, how's he doing", he asked?

She smiled has she said, "Pretty good, he has a nice, wide, long
tongue. With a little coaching he will be as good a cunt-lapper as he is a
cocksucker. I want to get fucked now, his tongue as put me in the mood."

I was roughly pushed away being told to watch as a real man fucked a
cunt. On the floor I watched as Master approached with his enormous cock
sticking out.  I was commanded to wet the head so it could slide easily
into her. I sucked and licked his cock until he pushed me down on my back
while she climbed on top with her cunt at my mouth. He mounted her from the
rear.

For the first time in my life, I had a close-up view of cock fucking a
cunt. I was so close that I could hear the wet sucking sounds of her cunt
and felt the juices spray my face with each deep plunge.

My trainer, Don started to tease her by slowly pulling his cock from her
pussy until just the head remained inside. Then he'd wait until she started
whimpering for more before shoving it back in as hard as he could. Each
time she would moan loudly. His cock was so thick it stretched her pussy
lips far apart, and, when he pulled out, her lips stuck to his shaft and
stretched far from her pubic mound. The sight of this was awesome. I was so
hot.

As Master fucked Jane, she panted and gasped for air and made sounds that I
never heard before. Master fucked faster until, with a growl, he plunged
into the hilt, almost squeezing his tightened nut sack inside the cunt as
well. I knew he was spraying his spunk inside her pussy now and I knew I
was seconds away from eating his leftovers. He had already told me I was to
be the "clean up" boy.

When Master Don pulled out his wet, slimy meat, a long string of cum
followed it out and splashed on my face. I quickly attached my mouth to her
gaping gash and proceeded to suck out the warm scum. It tasted similar to
what I had sucked directly from his cock but somewhat sweeter when mixed
with her juices. It slid like syrup down my throat, along with Jane's own
sauce. God, it was delicious! Jane then sat up and a rush of sperm flowed
out of her pussy and down my throat. He must have shot a huge load deep
into her!

After I sucked and licked her cunt until it was as clean as after a shower,
she raised her crotch off my face and looked down at me with a smirk on her
face. My face was completely drenched with jism and cunt juices. "Have fun
down there?" she said and then giggled with the widest sort of smile.

She then told me to immediately go to work on Don's semi-stiff rod. His
dick was wet with mixed cum and pussy juice which I slowly licked up. I
worked my way down to his balls and gently lapped at each one until his
dick started swelling. I thought to myself, "this is really where I
belong."

The Club: Don took me to the main area of the club the next day. What a
revelation it was, I didn't think such a place existed.  This was the day I
was to visit their clubhouse with them.

Master laughingly referred to me as an interested observer as we entered
the Club compound. This was the first time in a week that I had clothes on
and it felt funny. The Club was situated in the middle of a 130-acre
plot. It had been built many years ago for the express purpose of being a
sex club, one without restraints.

As we drove up I could see the reddish-brown, brick stucco walls that
enclosed the place. Master dialed in a key code on his phone and the gate
opened for us to walk in. We entered thru a dimly lit building and out into
a large pool patio covered with canvas shielding it from the sun. In
addition to the pool there was a hot tub, palm trees, lounge chairs and
what looked like some small ante rooms in back of colorful light curtains
that waved in the soft breeze. Don had me shed my travel clothes and
fastened bright, pink leather cuffs and a collar on me while he told me
pink leather and nudity were only for new initiates being evaluated.

Has I looked around it certainly wasn't difficult to tell who was slave and
who Master. All the slaves wore tan leather cuffs, collars and leashes
while the obvious Masters and Mistresses were in various stages of dress
with some naked and others fully clothed.

There was a small mahogany bar in the middle with comfortable bar stools
and Master Don sat down motioning me to the floor on the side of him. The
man next to us had a young, pretty girl on her knees licking his feet and
sucking on his toes.

"Hi Don, who's the mooch, a new slave boy?" he asked.

Don answered, "Yeah he's new all right, I bought him here to observe, see
if this is for sure his scene. You know it's not for everyone but I think
he just might make a good group slave, he's definitely submissive, we'll
soon see."

From my vantage point on the floor I tried to watch the action but I
couldn't see very well. Master Don noticed and motioned me to follow him. I
was soon in the middle of the compound where Master tied a rope around my
neck fastened to a steel ring in the floor. He told me, "Take a good look
boy, see if you can visualize yourself here. Don't worry no one will bother
you without the full fledged slave, leather collar and cuffs that make you
an actual slave, enjoy."

As I cringed on the ground I looked around, slaves were being used all
over. The majority were women but there were a few other guys. On my right
a Mistress was in a hammock like sling complete with stirrups and the
bottom cut out allowing very complete access to her cunt and ass. A slave
girl was using her tongue and slobbering up and down her crack from asshole
to fuck hole. Every once in a while a man on a recliner next to her would
stand up and stick his cock in the Mistresses pussy. The little slave would
move her head and watch as he fucked the cunt. When he finished he pulled
out and she slurped his cock clean before returning to her cunt-lapping
task.

In all this activity I was amazed that the Masters seemed to be able to
continuously cum, in great quantities, almost at will. Then I remembered
Master Don telling me on the way down that they took a herb potion daily
that allowed them to cum whenever they wanted.

Over to the other side it looked like there was an initiation of a new
slave beginning. There were two men training a slave girl of about 18 how
to properly serve a cock. Master told me her name was Laura and even though
she, like all the slaves willingly sought out the humiliation and shame of
slavery she seemed certainly apprehensive. I imagined what this must be
like for her; actually if I was honest with myself I would acknowledge that
I wanted to be her.

Her Man was talking to her in a soft, firm voice, "Now you just open up and
take the cock head, little girl.  We'll start out real slow while you get
used to having a big cock fill your mouth while you're sucking, Ok?  Now
first thing, just slide your tongue around the head of my cock, get it good
and wet before you get some suction going. Take your time and get used to
being a cocksucker; it's the thing that will make you whole. In time you'll
only be happy on your knees servicing one of your owners."

"Yes, Sir" she said as she slowly opened her mouth and accepted the thick,
helmeted cockhead.  The man's cock was drooling quite a lot of precum now
and I knew she could certainly taste the salty tang of it as she ran her
tongue over the huge head.  The man sighed as slave Laura's hot mouth
surrounded his hard cock. I guessed that she had never tasted cum before
but she probably figured if it wasn't any worse than the taste of this mans
precum then he would be ok.

"Take it you fuckin' whore!!" The man said as he thrust his body up to her
mouthcunt.

The slave took a quick deep breath in through her nose before the cock
slammed back into her mouth.  I knew she couldn't think straight as the
cock that was now her universe fucked her mouth. The long, thick cock in
her mouth gagged her every time it slid down her throat.  Slave Laura
didn't even have time to panic as she dealt with this hard, horny Master
using her mouth as a cum-dump.  I noticed that another Man was lightly
swatting her ass with a riding crop.

The swats to her ass cheeks were causing her to lurch forward eager for the
prick thrusting through her lips. She could also feel the collar around her
neck bite into her every time Master fucked her mouth has he thrust into
her face; it was just another reminder of her status.

The clasp holding her collar together was not giving at all, allowing her
Trainer face-fucker complete access now to her tight, spasming throat.
After a dozen fast strokes into her throat the heavy breathing she heard
turned to a loud groan as the cock fucking her mouth hardened even more.

Her eyes flew open as she felt the large shaft go rock hard with a pulse
working up to the tip through those big, purple veins.  Suddenly a shot of
cum blasdon out and coadon the back of her throat, then another and another
until the slave girl's mouth was full of thick, hot cum swimming around
Master's hard cock.

The man kept thrusting into the slave's mouth as he worked to pump out
every drop of cum from his swollen balls. The taste of nut juice must have
slammed into her senses as the slowly thrusting cock finally stardon to
shrink.  The man shuddered as he reluctantly withdrew his cock from the
slave's hot mouth.  He leaned down to see her body jerking with the
sensation of the cock leaving her mouth.

"Now you just swill that load around in your mouth, my little slut, get a
good taste of what you'll be eating for the rest of your life, what you
were born to do.  And don't you even think about spitting it out!!  That is
high quality V.I.P. Master cum that is not to be wasted.  What do ya think
cunt?  Taste good?" he asked.

Her mouth was full as she nodded agreement looking up at him. A tear slowly
slid down laura's face as her mouth held the thick load of man cum.

The man smiled down at her. "Open up, kid, lets see how much I shot into
your slut mouth!" The little slave girl opened her mouth to show the man a
large, milky load pooled in her mouth.  Another hard thrust into her mouth
from his fuck stick caused a bit of cum to slip over her lower lip and
slide down her chin.

"Ah, ah, baby.  That is prime mansperm!  We wanna make sure you swallow it
all down!"  The man slowly slid his finger under her jerking chin to catch
the large drop of cum. "Here ya go kid, suck that off of my finger and
swallow down my load.  Ya need to make room for the next hard cock to make
a deposit."

She swallowed once, twice and then a third time trying to get all of the
thick, sticky cum down her throat.  She couldn't get it all down right
away, I knew it felt like it was coating her mouth and throat. I knew that
the taste of cum would not go away from her senses soon!!

 "Good Girl." the man said as he stood tall and zipped up his slacks.  "Now
you enjoy that cum meal and don't worry, I will send someone else over
right away to fill that hot mouth of yours with more jism. "

From what I saw when I first got here, this place was filling up fast,
there will be Masters over here one after the other.  You will be eating a
lot of man cum tonight, kid, but I will always remember that my load was
your first.  Later, kid." Slave Laura winced at the thought of eating cum
but did not have time to worry about it. The man who had encouraged her by
whipping her ass was standing in front of her with another cock for her to
service. She would be busy for a while.

My trainer was talking to me; "I think it'll be good for your training to
give a little demonstration of your own. I know that you've had no ass
sucking experience and I think it's time to learn this essential skill. The
fact that others are watching you will certainly add a level of desperation
but I've found when training other blow-boys that the humiliation trumps
all other feelings and kinda frees them to just get on with it and serve
like the personal slave they were meant to be. You don't need to worry,
I'll teach you how to lick a man's ass, just follow my instructions."

I was shocked; he was going to teach me to suck his ass. Here I was
kneeling inside of this little crowd of Master's as he told me what to
expect in that deep, soft, assertive voice he used when telling me what he
wanted me to do.

"It'll actually be a pleasure teaching you how to suck and lick a man's
asshole; it's an important skill for any competent cocksucker." Don told me
that once I got beyond my initial reluctance and inhibitions I would love
giving this service. I watched him trembling on my knees. Don turned around
and straddled my head, facing my feet. His ass was now over my face instead
of his cock and balls, which were dangling just out of reach of my mouth. I
looked up as his ass hovered over my face.

"Your going to learn to love this boy," Don said. His balls were hanging
just inches away from my chin as he spread his ass-cheeks. I have to admit
that I was fascinated as he spread his ass cheeks. His deep ass-crack
opened and the fine hairs separated around his asshole. I could see that
the little puckered shit-hole was light brown with a fringe of hair around
it.

I noticed how tightly closed his asshole was, clenched comfortably shut. As
I gazed at it his hole clenched tighter then let go. I gasped, almost
expecting a turd dropping on my face. Instead, the hole relaxed and opened
slightly. I began to smell his fragrance. The smell was primitive, a man's
smell. I could smell and feel the power in him. The smell between a man's
legs was becoming more familiar to me by the minute.

"Boy, take a good look at my asshole, imagine how it'll taste on your
tongue, look carefully and think only about pleasuring my hole, it's what I
want. After you lick up and down my ass crack start licking around the rim
of my asshole. Use your tongue lightly, not too hard. Lightly, remember
that. Then flick your tongue back and forth over it before you tongue fuck
it; you have to get used to a man's taste. Now, start licking my ass
crack."

I inhaled deeply as his ass lowered slowly until the top of his crack was
right over my mouth has he said. "Go on, put out your tongue like I told
you, don't worry about the guys watching you."

My tongue snaked out; the warm, salty taste of ass-flesh seared my
tongue. It was a taste like none I had ever tasted.  Somehow the warmth of
his ass-crack felt w comforting on my tongue as I cautiously licked a small
area. His ass-flesh was smooth and soft I remember thinking.

The taste wasn't unpleasant but when I thought of his brown shit-hole
farther down I shivered. My tongue went to work moving slowly back and
forth as Don began raising his ass into the air. My tongue was getting
closer to his hole. His ass-cheeks deepened. I couldn't help it, I screamed
out, "Noooo, I-I cant do it Sir."

Don said, "Look boy, you heard what I said. You're going to learn how to
please a man's asshole whether you like it or not. In any case I'll enjoy
it. Do you need to be whipped to serve like a slave or do you want to
become the eager cocksucker you know you were born to be, it's your
choice."

I very tentatively snaked my tongue into his crack, not happy but resigned
to obey him, forcing myself to perform this vile act.

I soon was darting the tip of my tongue around Don's asshole. The taste was
bittersweet and burned my tongue a little. I swirled my tongue lightly as I
had been instructed by Don. Around and around the puckered rim I licked as
Don arched his back and planted his ass firmly onto my mouth. My tongue
slid up and down over his brown shit hole and I could feel his soft,
sensitive asshole flesh quiver slightly with pleasure. I was sucking and
licking ass now like I was born to it. This wasn't so bad I thought.

"That's it boy, slide your tongue inside, work it from side to side to get
it in." I did as I was told, stiffened my tongue and pushed against his
asshole. I could feel his hole relax and open. My tongue found the center
and swirled in probing in and out of his asshole. "That's it boy, clean out
my hole." As I licked his ass the excitement of what I was doing worked on
my mind. The aroma between his legs was hot, a man's smell. No matter how
much the idea had repulsed me at first I found that the more I tongued his
asshole, the more turned on I got.

I was so engrossed in my task that I barely heard my trainer talking to
me. "They can have their Yoga; I think there is nothing quite like having a
boy lick and suck on your ass crack. It's the best way to completely relax
has his tongue swabs over your asshole."

Don abruptly turned over and motioned me to lick his balls. I got a good
look at my audience then and actually felt a little proud that my trainer
was happy with me as he said, "Good boy, you've learned your lesson well
but there are still a few things you need to know. First is that
occasionally members might use your tongue like toilet paper, it's so much
warmer and softer. Your expected to show your admiration for whomever it
may be using your mouth and tongue between their legs, do you understand?"

"Yes Sir, I understand" I answered has my trainer motioned me to my feet
and out into the middle of the courtyard.

There were more slaves here tethered to floor rings or various devices that
positioned them for a Master's pleasure. I watched an older female who was
fastened on her stomach over a wide, upholstered hassock. Her ankles were
spread wide so that her ass was wide open and in position for any man who
wanted to fuck it. On the other side there was a red curtain that kind of
closed off a corner. I wondered what could possibly be behind those
curtains given the amount of sex being done out in the open.

I sensed a presence and looked up into Master Don's face. "Well I can see
from your hard on that you're excited by all this. Look at me and tell me
you want to continue or I'll take you out of here." He was right I had to
go on; I really did like this.

"I want to serve here Master, let me stay."I answered.

With a knowing smirk he said, "I thought so boy, you're a natural bottom
but as your trainer I have to tell you that it won't be easy, you have a
lot to learn."

He untied the rope that tethered me to the floor and walked towards the red
curtain in the corner with me scampering behind him. I was soon festooned
out with the tan leather cuffs and collar but stark naked like all the rest
of the slaves I had seen on site. My trainer led me into yet another room
curtained off.

As we entered I noticed that it was very dimly lit, maybe that was the
reason for the curtain. There were many slaves of both genders inside the
room, which appeared to be a very large rest room!

My trainer pushed me to my knees as he sat on a chair overlooking the
room. He was rubbing my head absentmindedly as he spoke to me. "While your
eyes get accustomed to the light it might be good to explain a little more
about our little group.

As my eyes grew accustomed to the gloom I saw just how strange a rest room
this was. Master motioned to a slave girl tethered to a freestanding urinal
in the middle of the floor. She shuffled to the back of it and stuck her
head thru a hole molded into the urinal in the shape of a human head that a
slave could just stick their face into! Master opened his robe and took out
his half hard cock. The other slaves were watching with what I thought was
envy as my trainer stood and looked down at the girl's face and slowly
began to pee.

I couldn't help it I sighed with the shear eroticism of it. Master looked
at me and asked if I thought I was ready. "Do you think your really ready
boy, want to take her place?"  I nodded my head saying "yes Sir, please
Sir."

She reluctantly moved and Master was solicitous about placing my face just
so in the urinal. When he walked around the front I took a second to wonder
what I was in for, I was so hot I thought I might explode.

Don took his time standing in front of me with a half hard on just looking
at me.

He finally spoke, "Open your cunt mouth slave and lets see your eyes
eh. Stick your tongue out now: try to lick that drop of piss off of my cock
slit, a little taste for you. Ah, good, now let me tell you how it's going
to be. I'll piss into your mouth and you're to hold it there, just like a
piss bowl eh, until I tell you to flush your mouth by swallowing. It's your
first time so I'll go slowly so you can get used to and savor your first
taste of piss. It's the ideal way to quickly show a blow-boy like you just
what his status is."

I didn't have time to reflect anymore as he shot a short stream into my
open mouth. It didn't taste half bad, very warm, salty and tangy with a
musty pissy smell.

"Swirl it around your mouth now, get used to the texture and taste of your
owner's piss. Ok now swallow my piss boy, you're a star, all the other
toilet mouths are looking at you pissed off because their not getting
it. Ha Ha, pissed off, no pun intended cunt." Once again he filled my mouth
with the warm, salty brew before having me swallow on his command. I was as
hot as I had ever been with my face in a man's urinal. "Well pig, I guess
we both know what you are eh."

AFTERMATH: I had answered them that I wanted to become one of their "club
slaves" and serve the Master's and Mistresses that would now own me as
surely as if I was a new puppy for their amusement. They were now in the
process of fitting me up with my new slave paraphernalia; an older slave
woman was doing the work at a Master's direction. Of course I was naked as
she locked the leather cuffs on my ankles and wrists.

Master was continuing my instructions as she worked. "I think you're a
natural slave but even so there are rules that must be adhered to. The
Master's and Mistresses of our Club jointly own you. Anytime one of your
owners gives you an order you are to rush to carry it out. After all they
own you and your ultimate task is to please them.  Actually your only
pleasure will be giving pleasure to your Masters. The cuffs and collar are
symbols of your servitude to be worn with pride. We will of coarse continue
with your training as a body slave as no slave can ever be perfect. You
will be whipped and humiliadon as befits the mood of your owners and of
course your status as property. All slaves here are equal as property and
no slave is better than another unless we tell you. You may have noticed
that the owners are always horny and can continually cum, time after
time. We have a herbal pill to accomplish that. The secretions of your
Master's and Mistresses are sacred and you are to accept whatever is
offered you taking care not to spill or swallow without their
instructions."











"Kneel."  As I slunk to my knees in front of him, a feeling of submission
flushed over me.  I needed to tell this magnificent man how he great made
me feel, how he made me feel so alive, and as I opened my mouth to do so,
he quickly slapped me across my face lightly.  "Shut your fag mouth, bitch.
All I need to hear from you is `Yes, Sir 'or `No Sir' when I ask you a
question.  That's it.  You got that?"

"Yes. Sir," I said, nodding my head in compliance.  "I understand that you
were quite the little slut with Mike and Ryan the other day, sucking cock
like a five dollar whore, and begging the guys to slap your ass and fuck
you." I started to correct him, saying that Ryan was the one to initiate
the ass play, and another slap came raining down on my face, this time
hard.  "Yes, Sir or No Sir, that's it, you stupid little bitch," he yelled
at me, clearly annoyed.

No Sir, I replied, rubbing my face, when another slap connected with my
left cheek, this time a bit harder.  "Hands behind your back, Bitch
boy. You've got a lot to learn about being a bitch, don't you? "Yes. Sir,"
I quickly replied.  "Well, I'm just the man to teach you, but there's gonna
be some ground rules.  I'm going to lay them down to you right now.  When
I'm done with each ground rule, I will ask you once and only once if you
agree to it.  If you say `Yes Sir' to each and every rule, you will become
my slave, my property, to obey me immediately and willingly regardless of
what I ask."

"The moment you disobey me or resist me, it's over.  You will be dead to
me, and never again will you feast on my big cock, or serve at my feet. "
I started to say yes, but my Master roughly grabbed my face and closed my
mouth.

He held me by my chin, and made me stare into his handsome face.  "Just
kneel there and listen, bitch.  First of all, if I decide to take you as my
slave you have to understand one thing.  We won't be friends anymore.  I
will be your Master.  I will own you.  I will tell you how to look, how to
dress, what to eat, what to do.  You will wake up thinking how you can
serve me and go to sleep thinking if you served me good that day.  Every
one of your possessions, and everything you earn will be mine.  Do you
understand and accept this?"  "Yes Sir," I reply.

With that simple "Yes Sir" I found my place in life; I was a faggot bitch.

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