Date: Wed, 18 Nov 2015 19:10:57 -0500
From: dave stout <dodge1191@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Old Friend

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Cast: Mike, my old friend---June, my wife---Don, an experienced oral trainer
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Excerpt:

As we continued our drive I was surprised how easily we had slipped into
our old, frank ways. He talked about how he liked to be serviced and how
good it was to be back with his cocksucker. I couldn't help thinking about
June.

"Well Bobby I'm really pleased with you. After all this time you're still
hungry for my cock. Remember when I told you that some guys were a little
like girls and wanted to suck off real men. We were so young then but
that's really how it worked out; you're the sucker and I'm the
suckee. Nothing has really changed. I still need to cum 3 or 4 times a day
and you still like cock. Of course you're a bit rusty, you'll need to train
those throat muscles."

"I've done some reading on slave training in the past and it boils down to
getting your throat used to being filled. If you stick your finger down
your throat and move it around and seek out those trigger spots at the
entrance of your throat that make you gag you're training them to accept
without gagging. The more you stimulate them and learn about what makes you
gag, the easier it is to control your gag reflex. Also practice holding
your breath. You can do this; just hold your breath for as long as you
can. If you do this several times a day and continue to push yourself,
you'll find you can hold your breath for longer and longer periods of
time. Swimmers and divers do these exercises all the time." Mike said.

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My old friend

My old friend Mike called to say he wanted to visit. Boy I hadn't seen him
in forever. I didn't even think he knew I was married before I talked to
him on the phone. Of course I told him we would love to have him but
honestly I was of two minds. I was always the little twerp in school and
Mike had kind of protected me. As long as he was my friend no one would
harass me. Mike was a big, tall, popular jock while I excelled in the Chess
club.

Though we seemed an unlikely pair we were good friends until he went into
the army as I went on to college. Now 15 years later Mike was coming to
visit and I wondered about how we would get around the fact that for the
last few years of high school I was Mike's blow buddy. I didn't know how we
could move on from that. It wasn't as if I hadn't thought about it; in fact
I thought about it during sex with my wife, June.

I picked him up at the airport and looked forward to a re-acquainting
conversation on the hour-long drive to my mountain home. I knew he would be
impressed with my wealth and position as a novelist. As we headed to the
car Mike had somehow maneuvered me into carrying all the heavy bags. We
talked of old times as we headed due west; Mike was the same old Mike.

 "Remember when old Don was pounding on you and I came along; I pulled him
off you and slapped him around a little and he ran away. We went to the
pond and as I remember it; that was the first time you sucked my cock. Oh,
you didn't want to at first but then I just kept talking to you and when I
rubbed my cock over your lips and then you were eager. I have to tell you
Bobby; I've had lots of blowjobs but you're still the best. Maybe it's
because you were just so dammed eager for my cum; who knows why we do
things eh."

By now I was a little numb; I didn't want to talk about this. I glanced
over at Mike and was shocked; he had his cock out and was slowly stroking
it. God it was huge, that thick purple head on the end of that long, thick
prick with that gapping piss slit that looked like the mouth of a
cannon. Oh yes I remembered.

"Ok Bobby, this roads really deserted, pull over up there." In a trance I
did as he asked, just like old times, I always did as he asked. Off the
road I put it in park and felt that big hand on my neck just rubbing my
neck. It was old times as he pressured my head down towards his
cock. "That's right little Bobby, go for it, for old times sake." He opened
the door and stretched his legs out with that big club between his legs
just hanging out. It seemed natural for me to get out and scamper over to
his side of the car.

"It's big isn't it Bobby? Do you remember how I taught you to suck and
worship it, I bet you do. Kneel now and enjoy."

"I understand, Mike, I said." My gaze was already fixed on the enormous
cockhead that was dripping on the car seat.  He wasn't fully hard and the
weight of his dick had it laid out on the car seat cushion instead of
pointing up towards his face. I shivered a little has I remembered how it
had been. At the thought of tasting the wetness that I saw and realized
that I wanted to do it. I still couldn't admit it...but I definitely wanted
it. Bobby chuckled to himself as he saw me staring at it, as if he knew
exactly what was going on in my mind, knowing the private war that I was
fighting between my brain and my dick, and knowing, in the end, which one
would win.

"Well, what are you waiting for?  Get started already" he ordered.  I
slowly inched forward on my knees. I lowered my head and had almost arrived
at his juiced-up cock when his hand grabbed my head and slowed my descent.
"Just lick it a while first. You may need some instructions to help you to
remember"

I stuck out my tongue and lowered my head until it made contact with his
cockhead. I immediately tasted the salty thickness of his precum as I used
my tongue to probe deeper into his piss slit.  I could sense that his cock
was on the rise and heard a soft moan. Hearing him make that sound again
set me on fire. I immediately tried to take the entire head of his cock
into my mouth but was quickly pulled off again.

"Are you deaf, Bobby?  Look, I know you want this cock bad, but you WILL
follow my instructions just like always. I only told you to lick it. I want
you to lick it until it is completely hard, then I'll let you try and
discover what other talents that mouth of yours might still have."
Releasing my head, he once again relaxed while I continued to lick at his
growing cock using only my tongue. "Its time now Bobby."

Mike Held my head firmly pumping it up and down on his drippy meat, 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 Mike didn't care anymore.  Tears began to well up in my eyes, an
automatic reflex when a person feels they are choking, how I remembered
that feeling. Through those tears, it was easy to see that at least half of
his cock was still outside my mouth. I knew he wouldn't be happy until it
completely disappeared, just like old times.

Moments later he pulled my face clear of his cock and held it firmly less
than an inch away from the angry flared head. He didn't let me look at him,
but 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 my head viciously
onto his cock, his thick 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, my throat convulsing over and
over around the thick invader.

"Oh YESSSSSS!!!  damm, that's it, it's like your throat is trying to get my
cock off all by itself. Damm, Bobby, your throat was made for a man's cock,
my cock, made to let a man sling his thick cum down that throat chute of
yours."

Just as I felt that I was going to pass out, Mike raised my head up long
enough for me to gasp for air.  I could see thick, sticky strands of
saliva, my saliva, mixed with his precum gushing out of my mouth and down
that thick shaft. It was the consistency of cum as it slipped nastily over
his balls and ran down the car seat. Mike then proceeded to thrust my head
back down onto his shaft and even though he had a little more difficulty
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 it all the way inside
until my nose was once again buried in his crotch.

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 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 just like old times. I was 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.

Time had slowed to a crawl as I felt his cock swelling larger and the first
violent wave of cum traveling up his shaft to empty far down my
throat. Mike gripped my hair and forced my head off his cock.  With great
quickness for a man in the middle of cumming, he pulled my head back and
moved to sit right on the edge of the seat with the head of his cock less
than an inch from my mouth. It shuddered again and spewed a second massive
load all over my face, from my hairline down to my chin. I wanted to cum
with him, but I still had pants on had lost focus on everything but his
cock; my nuts just wouldn't release it.

A third blast coated my right cheek and quickly ran down to my chin,
mingling with what was already there and gaining enough weight to slide off
to the ground. Mike then used his other hand to pull his cockhead up and
over the still spouting head of his dick, tightly pinching it off between
his thumb and piss slit. "Keep your mouth open now, here it comes, ENJOY!"
He held his still throbbing cock over my open mouth as he moved even closer
to the edge, just letting it sit there for a moment, temptingly as he still
kept the skin of the slit pinched off, staring smugly at me, watching my
reaction.

After what seemed like an eternity, he took his hand back and I got my
first taste of his load.  It was amazing.  As his cock shot out 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 again, 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 cum of my old school buddy around with
my tongue to coat the entire inside of my mouth, savoring the musky flavor
and heat of his cum. My mouth was full and cum was dripping down my chin. I
gagged on his warm, salty seed, but he once again pulled me onto his cock
and commanded me to drink every drop. I totally submitted again, like old
times, in agony but also in a delirium of joy at my total
subservience. Sperm and spit now coated my face to my surprise I found that
every time this man's huge prick brushed my lips, I mouthed it
compulsively. I couldn't help it. I hated and loved this feeling.

As we continued our drive I was surprised how easily we had slipped into
our old, frank ways. He talked about how he liked to be serviced and how
good it was to be back with his cocksucker. I couldn't help thinking about
June.

"Well Bobby I'm really pleased with you. After all this time you're still
hungry for my cock. Remember when I told you that some guys were a little
like girls and wanted to suck off real men. We were so young then but
that's really how it worked out; you're the sucker and I'm the
suckee. Nothing has really changed. I still need to cum 3 or 4 times a day
and you still like cock. Of course you're a bit rusty, you'll need to train
those throat muscles."

"I've done some reading on slave training in the past and it boils down to
getting your throat used to being filled. If you stick your finger down
your throat and move it around and seek out those trigger spots at the
entrance of your throat that make you gag you're training them to accept
without gagging. The more you stimulate them and learn about what makes you
gag, the easier it is to control your gag reflex. Also practice holding
your breath. You can do this; just hold your breath for as long as you
can. If you do this several times a day and continue to push yourself,
you'll find you can hold your breath for longer and longer periods of
time. Swimmers and divers do these exercises all the time." Mike said.

"You need to practice holding cock deep down your throat and try to see if
you can breathe around the cock; a skilled cocksucker can hold a cock deep
down his throat and lick his man's balls while breathing only through the
nose. Learn to like the feelings of choking and not being able to
breathe. You'll do it because it's what I want of you."

I didn't know what to think, Mike knew me better than I could myself. I
hadn't seen him in years but in less than an hour I was his again, yes his
cocksucker. I was driving slowly because I wanted to listen to his desires,
I wanted to please.

"A lot of guys make fun of cocksuckers but that's just wrong. A cocksucker
only wants to serve his alpha male and that's what I want. Now, I am going
to tell you what I want from you, my sex slave. From now on whenever I
want, you're going to blow me. As I've said I often need to cum 2-3 times a
day and more so it's good that I'll live with you. I will need you to suck
me when I wake up and again at bedtime. I don't care who is around your
house you will be there to satisfy me when I need it. Your body is mine to
use for my pleasure. You will strive to do everything as good as you
can. Follow all my instructions. If I want you to lick my balls, you will
do it. I might make you beg to serve me. I will fuck your mouth, or have
you massage my balls, or perhaps make you lick my ass clean.  You may have
to shave your pubic hair, or walk around in the backyard with no clothes
on. Anything I want, you will do for me because you just, plain want to
please me. Occasionally, I will have friends who need servicing.  You will
do them too. I will cum on your face or will make you take it down your
throat. Whatever I want, you do.  Do you understand?"  I nodded.  "Good,
I'm glad you know your place, good, Mike said again.

After a while he started talking again. You need to understand the
psychological aspects of cocksucking. How to truly give service and submit
to a man when he shares his cock with you so the experience is at its best
for both of you. I have learned that although cocksucking is about one man
giving sexual pleasure to another, like all sex it's really about both guys
getting mutual satisfaction. Your satisfaction is routed in the submission
inherent in kneeling with a stiff cock in your mouth. Mine will be in being
superior to you; using you as a slut.  Of course taking a man's load is
just part of the job so to speak. But it's an important part. There's a
reason that it's called "service." A guy using a cocksucker has every right
to expect his load to be taken, and with gratitude. You must then look up
at him and thank him with your eyes."

Mike was talking to me as explicitly as he had in college; his soft
demanding voice had excited me then and still did.

"I know you're wondering how this works with your wife, but you don't need
to worry, she knows it all." I was stupefied, how could she know, what did
she think? I couldn't speak but Mike just went on in a matter of fact way.

"I've been talking on a chat line to her for a month. It started as just a
jerk-off chat but somehow I found out that she was your wife. Eventually I
told her you had been my cocksucker in school. She came back to me that
this was a turn on for her. We talked more and decided that letting you
serve both of us would be fun and here I am."

My head was swimming as I pulled into my driveway, what was happening. I
gathered Mike's luggage and followed him into my house.

"Nice place you've got here Bobby, very plush and secluded. Hi June, after
all this it's so nice to meet you. I've told him how it's going to be so
don't worry, our little Bobby is cool with it."

I noticed that June was in a bikini, strange. Mike told me to get them a
drink. When I came back they were on the couch talking. I set the drinks in
front of them and went to sit down.

"No, no little Bobby, you don't sit in our presence, get on the floor",
Mike said. For whatever reason I felt I couldn't refuse and quickly sat in
front of them.

"I think it's time to continue his training, don't you June", Mike said?

"Listen to me carefully now, you have some hard lessons to learn. As our
slut and slave you are now totally subservient to and will obey my orders
as your Master; in addition from now on those of your wife as well. You
need to develop and nurture the trait of absolute obedience if you hope to
be happy. Your function as our sex slave is not to question orders, not
even to think, but to obey right away without question at all times. I
think that it is time that you learned that lesson. The reality is that
you'll be much happier if you don't think and just obey. It'll free you to
be the slave you've always wanted to be, were born to be" Mike said with a
smirk.

I was in a trance as Mike continued, "Now my little cocksucker, it's time
for your next lesson. Whenever I snap my fingers and point at the floor,
you're to fall to the floor and kneel there with your legs spread and your
mouth open. Let's have a little practice."

Mike snapped his finger and pointed at the floor in front of him. I didn't
move. He slapped my face hard with an open hand. I felt a tear rolling down
my cheek. He snapped his fingers again and pointed. This time I reluctantly
shuffled to the spot on my knees with my legs spread. I glance at June
whose face registers surprise at my easy compliance.

"You see June, he wants to serve us, let's give him some practice eh." They
told me to get up and strip naked as they sipped their wine.

I thought I had no choice but it was obvious that I was excited by this
treatment; my little prick was hard and they were laughing. Mike again
snapped his finger and this time I fell fast in front of him.

"Take my cock out now and show your wife what a good cocksucker you are."

I began opening his fly. His cock sprung free and I lowered my mouth to
it. Just as my lips touch the cockhead Mike lifts my head, smiles at me and
slaps my face twice. He then pushes me onto his cock. "You see June, he's
really subservient and likes this kind of treatment. Understand another
rule, whenever I want to fuck your wife, I will snap my fingers and
point. You will move into position and unzip my trousers. When you have
removed them you will prepare me to fuck your wife by licking around my
prick and balls and then by sucking me off until I am nice and hard for
your wife. When I tell you to, you will open her cunt lips and guide my
stiff prick into your wife." I must have looked like I protested with my
eyes. Mike didn't hesitate. Again he slapped my face hard, once and then
again. The slaps are loud and shake my entire body. I begin to whimper and
sob. Mike made sure that I got the point by slapping my tearstained face
hard a third time. I felt the defeat that they must have seen in my eyes
and I knew that that I would obey.

"Are you ready to obey us at all times now Bobby?" He asked. I answered by
sucking lustily on his cock, that beautiful cock, my new Master's cock. I
didn't notice my wife smiling in the doorway.

Cast: Mike, my old friend---June, my wife---Don, an oral trainer---Me,
Bobby

It didn't take long for us to settle into a routine. June was now my
instructor while my old friend Mike was out shopping for "new plumbing."

"You know Bobby we've known of your submissiveness for a long time. As we
talked of needing a man-servant and reviewed your willingness to please it
became very apparent that you would be a perfect servant to us. Mike was
really surprised that you had been able to suppress your urges after being
his so willing cocksucker for a couple of years in college. Well now we've
gotten to the real you, ha-ha, to your inner cocksucker", June said.

"While I instruct you why don't you swab my feet with your tongue. Get them
nice and clean, that's nice Bobby. You need to understand that you'll be
much happier if you let yourself go and just concentrate on pleasing
us. We're going to teach you how to be the best body slave you can be. You
have to let yourself go, conquer your inhibitions, only then will you be
free and happy. Deep down you know that you were born to please your
owners. Yeah, that's right, your owners. In ancient times a prosperous
couple always had a slave ministering to their needs. Their slave would
wash them, suck them off and provide toilet services. That's what we want
and you need Bobby; in your head you have a need to submit and we'll help
ease you into it." I knew June was right.

I was lost in licking her feet, so pretty and erotic. June continued, "in
the next few weeks you'll learn to assist Mike in fucking me, how to lick
our asses and suck a cunt. Oh I know you've eaten my cunt before but this
will be different. You'll never fuck me like a real man again but you'll
have all your needs fulfilled in our service just like any devoted slave
would."

I sensed rather than heard someone behind me, Mike was back and talking. "I
see you've kept bobby busy, that's good. I think it's time though to see
just what we've got to work with. You know Bobby that from now on you're to
be mostly naked like any slave boy would be. I've found that when a slut is
kept accessible and naked it helps him to accept just what he is. Now that
you understand your role as our servant it's time to go another step."

Mike retreated momentarily back to the table and returned carrying a collar
made of leather.  It had some small metallic hooks fastened to the outside
surface. He turned the collar to show me that the leather was backed with a
synthetic material on the inside. "Very comfortable, this collar...doesn't
rub like leather, yet looks the same on the outside.  Here, feel it Bobby."
I took the collar and rubbed the inside with my fingers. It was soft. "Rub
it on the tender skin of your neck."  Mike took the collar from my hand. I
was so surprised that I didn't have time to react as he moved behind me and
placed the collar around my neck.

It was soft. Before I really knew what had happened, the collar was
securely fastened around my neck. Mike and June only smiled at me.  "Come
here boy, look at yourself in the mirror" Mike said. He motioned to a
mirror mounted on the far wall. I walked to the mirror and looked at
myself, an attractive and fashionably naked man with a studded leather
collar fastened securely around my neck. I tried to undo the clasp and
unfasten the collar.

"Hands at your side now Bobby."  My hands moved slowly down away from the
collar to rest at my side. I felt something very cold on my back, it was
heavy.

"There boy, those chains will really remind you of your status."You'll find
that this particular collar has some very interesting effects on its
wearer. It was invented as a sort of training collar. I have found other
uses for it, however. But enough, the effect is that while you are wearing
the collar you will do as we tell you."

"Acknowledge it for me Bobby you will do as we say!" Mike said.

"I will do...do as you say" I stammered out.

"You'll address me as "sir" and June as Maaam when you're allowed to speak
but understand that generally we think your tongue is only to lick our
ass."

"I will address you as 'sir."

"I think it's time to do a little inspection, see what we've got to work
with, eh June?"

"Turn, bend over and keep your legs spread nice and wide. We want to see
your asshole, the hole I'm going to be fucking" Mike said.

I flushed with embarrassment, turned my back to them and began to bend
over. I did not expect that anything would be this humiliating.

Mike was chuckling as he said, "Reach back with your hands and spread your
cheeks apart. I want to see that tiny asshole."

Cringing in humiliation I did as I was ordered. My cheeks spread open and
cool air was blowing up my asshole.

"Look at that tiny little hole. I am going to have to stretch him open
gradually before he'll be able to accept my cock. I think we'll start with
a small butt plug and every other day increase the size. We can force him
to wear it all night. By the time he's ready it'll be a proper size."

I could not believe what I was hearing. My friend Michael was talking about
forcing me to put a butt plug up my ass every night. "Beautiful Bobby, now
turn again and face me and assume the position." I did as I was
told. "You're enjoying this, aren't you, Your hard", Mike said matter of
factly.

"You will soon feel what it is like to have a large cock pushed into your
asshole Bobby. Then I'll enjoy the delicious feeling of fucking your hot
and tight asshole until I cum deep in your colon, filling it with my hot
cum. I bet you squeal like a little girl," Mike said.

A few hours later I was resigned to my role as a manservant. In fact I was
happy in it. They were right now that my docile nature was out in the open
I was free to be just me. I was on the floor between Mike's legs gently
nursing on his cock just as I had been told. I heard a man's voice and
began pulling off of Mike's cock; I was rewarded by being cuffed across the
face with his backhand.

"Get back onto my prick bobby, that's where your full attention belongs,
suck." I quickly mouthed his cock.

"How's he doing Mike", the visitor, Don, I found out later, said.

"Oh pretty good Don, he's an eager enough cocksucker but still can't take a
cock right into his throat", Mike replied.

"Don't worry, that's why I'm here", let me sample him a bit before we fit
him up", Don said. The new guy, Don, zipped down his fly and Mike sent me
scurrying over to get between this newcomer's legs.

"Now boy were going to start your training as a body slave. You're to
always listen carefully and perform as you're told. Don't worry we think
you'll make a great cocksucker," Don stated in a voice as calm as if he was
describing last night's dinner.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed June had sauntered in. She was naked
and surprised me by taking my place sucking on Mike's cock.

"To begin with boy I've always trained my servants to blow me without the
use of their hands. It's harder to bring off your guy using only your mouth
but I think a warm, wet mouth is way better than being jerked off. It's
also that when you lack any control a slut like you is free to think only
of the cock in his mouth, no distractions. Let me fasten those wrist cuffs
of yours behind you now" Don said.

"Now you need to get the entire shaft in your mouth, cocksucker. Look up at
me, keep your eyes open and on me, your owner."

I tilted my head back and looked up across his chest to his face. He was
looking down at me, with an arrogant, self-satisfied expression on his
face. I had seen a similar look on Mike's face a lot of times when I sucked
him.

"I love seeing a guy's lips stretched around my cock boy. You look real
good there on your knees with my dick in your mouth. Take as much cock as
you can now."

I tried to take it deeper than before, the desire to please this dominant
man completely filling my mind. I saw that Mike was fucking June from
behind while they both watched my lesson.

"Tilt your head back again, boy." When I complied, he grabbed my ears with
both hands and pulled my face forward. At the same time he pushed his hips
forward. I felt the blunt head of his cock force its way into my throat. I
felt like I was choking and my eyes were watering but Don's eyes never left
mine. I could see that he was enjoying forcing me to take his full 8-inch
length. "Now you look perfect boy. On your knees, choking on cock with your
nose buried in my crotch. Now you're really a total cockslave."

I started to panic and couldn't breathe with his cock so deep, but he
relaxed his grip and I pulled back some to catch my breath. As I sucked in
some air he just watched me. When I calmed he forced me back down on his
cock, completely jamming it into my gullet. Quickly he set up a rhythm with
his hand and his hips. I was helpless with my wrists clamped behind my
back; he could do whatever he wanted to me. It was almost like he was using
my head and mouth to jack himself off.

My head was still tilted back and I was still looking up at him, just as I
had been told. His eyes focused on mine and I saw he was pleased by the way
he could use my mouth for his pleasure. It was exciting to see his
enjoyment of my submission to his fucking of my mouth and throat. As I
watched his breathing grew faster and more ragged. His balls which had been
slapping against my chin were now drawn up to the base of his cock.

I knew the signs from my experience with Mike. The man was about to cum. I
began to pull my head off his dick but his hands stopped me when I was only
half way up the shaft. With a moan he began to spurt warm, sticky cum,
filling my mouth with the thick, hot fluid that shot from his cock hitting
the roof of my mouth.

The next two spurts fully coated my tongue. I couldn't believe it! I had
yet another man cumming in my mouth. Don's cum tasted kind of salty but
didn't taste bad. I tilted my head back to look up at him again and found
his eyes staring down at me.  "Take it, cocksucker. Take my cum. Swallow it
all boy. Yeah, that feels good. Filling your cocksucking mouth with my hot
cum, the way your buddy Mike's been doing to you. Ah! Ah! Ah" Don
exclaimed!

My mouth was now full of his cum and He was still staring me in the
eye. "Swallow it now boy" he ordered. Not really having any choice, I
obeyed, letting his cum slide down my throat.

"That's what you were made to do.  You were put on this earth to suck cock
and swallow real men's cum. You'll soon learn to do a lot more" he said.

Don reached down and stroked his cock a few times, just milking it. He
allowed me to pull my head off, but still held a fistful of my hair with
his left hand. I watched as a milky white large drop of cum appeared on the
tip of his cock, just oozing out of the slit. "Lick it up, boy." I no
longer even hesitated. I leaned forward the inch or so and lapped up the
last of his load from his piss slit.

"Good boy. You're a good little cock slave. You just need a little more
training is all? You've got a belly full of my cum now boy. It's good for
you; look at your wife getting that cock slammed into her, Mike is really
FUCKING HER." I watched Mike's cock, the cock I knew so well, sliding in
and out of June's cunt. All of a sudden they both came with loud moans.

After a bit Mike pulled out and motioned me over. "Clean my cock off now
Bobby, you'll be doing a lot of this from now on, I think you'll like this
new taste of cum and cunt jelly." Mike said. I licked and slurped until his
cock was clean then took it into my mouth and sucked on it. The taste was
musky and pleasant.

"OK Bobby now clean out the cum in June's cunt, get it as clean as if she
just showered." Mike instructed.

Her cunt lips were puffy and covered with cum from the sex, I began lapping
her using my tongue to go in deep and pull out the sticky cum; I thought to
myself that this cum was about the consistency of clam chowder. I must
admit that the humiliation of lapping another man's cum from June's cunt
was hot. I licked and cleaned her crotch.

It was Don who said I needed to get fitted up because he had to go. With my
hands still behind me he fastened a leather piece around my head. It had a
short knob that fit between my lips. It was only an inch or so long. When
he had it strapped on he smiled and took a dildo and pushed it into the
knob. It fit tight and actually screwed forward through the center, farther
and farther. I began worrying as it reached the back of my throat. Don
screwed it in just far enough so it was against the entrance to my
esophagus, just tickling my gag reflex.

"There, there boy after a few hours we'll put it in deeper. In a few hours
you'll be able to just concentrate on breathing without worrying about
gagging. Soon you'll be able to deep throat a horse. A good cocksucker must
be able to take any cock right down his throat."

That night Mike advanced the mouth gag further into my throat; it rubbed
and tickled every time that I moved. It felt great!

More to cum soon in the next chapter. I welcome feedback and ideas on this
story: Dave at dodge1191@hotmail.com


They had decided to begin teaching me my duties as a body slave. I was led
into the bath by my leash. My old friend Mike had me kneel while he
spoke. "You know old buddy that I've always found that submissive types
like you find kneeling on the cold tile floor of a bathroom intensely
erotic. I think you'll really get off on being our toilet slave. A sissy
boy like you was made for this. As you can see we've really remodeled this
place now that we've taken it from you."

He was right, our old bathroom was very big but didn't have anywhere near
the equipment it did now. Some of this stuff I couldn't identify. As I
looked around June mounted a chair equipped with stirrups. She was spread
wide and I was looking right up her crotch. My wife sat back in the chair
with her legs spread wide. Her butt was scooted forward so that her entire
genital area was spread wide open and displayed at the edge of the seat.
She was comfortable and could see everything. Then Mike told me to bring a
bucket of hot soapy water and washcloths.

Mike then instructed me to carefully watch whatever he did. He took one of
the washcloths, dipped it into the bucket, wrung it out, and rubbed soap on
it. Mike was washing June's pussy, starting at the top, working his way
down, being sure to get inside every crease, even pushing the wash cloth
into her vagina and twisting it around. I then followed his lead, doing
exactly the same thing to my wife's spread open pussy. I must admit I was
delighted to see my wife's cunt flesh up this close. She had a large pink
clitoris that protruded out of its hood and her labia lips were full and
wet.

I was then instructed to pull the little hood back and scrub around the
back edge of the clitoris, as that was where wetness and possibly foreign
material might collect. It is also very important that the area is
completely clean and free of any residue he told me. I saw that June
squirmed her butt when I did this to her, her lips clenched suppressing a
little groan. "As you can see boy, this is very pleasurable for her. You're
to shave her every morning. I like a nice smooth cunt."

"Now wring out the wash cloth like this," Mike said to me," then rub it
over her pussy area thoroughly until it's free of excess moisture. Now drop
down to the rectal area and do a good job of wiping her ass crack making
sure to rub gently on her ass hole. We're now going to the next phase of
shaving," Mike said, pulling out a bottle of cream from the counter.

"This thick cream is a gel that will make the shaving smooth and not leave
any irritated skin. Scoop some of this into your hands and rub your hands
together. Now take your hands and massage your wife's cunt just like I told
you." I rubbed my gel-laden hands up and down over June's pussy, smoothing
it into her clit, slipping some fingers into the opening of her vagina,
swirling some onto her asshole, massaging and rubbing up and down, back and
forth, sometimes pulling her lips out of the way so he could firmly apply
the gel on the surrounding areas.

"Let's get the razor out now." Mike said.

Her pussy was completely saturated with gel. I could tell she was dazed
with feelings of pleasure. She waited anxiously to feel the scrape of the
razor. Mike nodded to me and showed how to start at the top then shaving
downward slowly and carefully. "Pull each lip out towards you and shave the
sides. Be sure you get any hairs that are growing inside the outer
lips. You won't find any on the inner lips.  It's very important to reach
this area between the vaginal opening and the ass opening. When a woman
bends over, if this are isn't shaven clean, stubble will be noticeable and
it isn't all that attractive. OK?"

I was careful and very hot.

"OK now remember that's your job from now on. Come here and I'll show you
another new task, it's time to improve your skillset eh." Mike told me.

Mike had me turn around on my knees until I was looking directly at his
cock; even half flaccid it was huge. The piss slit was wide enough to
remind me of a cannon barrel. June was out of her chair and gently lifted
Mike's cock and held it up to my mouth saying, "Now Bobby just take the
head in your mouth and nurse it."

I was eager to taste his cock again, it was better than when we were kids
in the back of my mind, I liked being told what to do.

"You know June; I think there's a better way to break him in. Grab that
glass bowl on the shelf. Bobby you hold the bowl with one hand and my cock
with the other, aim it into the bowl." After a second Mike began pissing
into the bowl very slowly. I admit to being fascinated by his stream with
my head so close. "OK Bobby, stick your finger into the stream then suck it
clean. Now lick my piss slit nice and slow", Mike said.

I lifted his cock to my mouth and ran my tongue into the slit tasting the
pissy residue. The taste wasn't bad and the erotic feelings were
overwhelming me.

June told me to suck the head again and I did. I shouldn't have been
surprised but I was as Mike slowly pissed into my mouth. I swallowed and he
stopped and told me;"that was pretty good boy but the proper technique is
to leave your mouth half open while looking into your Master's eyes, and
gently squeezing his ass cheeks when you want more, then blink when you're
full. I like to watch my boys eyes when they swallow, it's kind of like a
flush. Go ahead Bobby, make us proud."

I was mesmerized, I squeezed his cheeks and looked into his eyes as he
pissed in my mouth regulating the flow so I could take it. The taste wasn't
bad and boy did I like being his urinal. He had that arrogant look again;
the one I loved and hated. The taste wasn't bad and the shear eroticism of
the act made me hot. "Look Mike he's hard, he likes being treated like
this" June said. She was right, I was horny. The shear humiliation of what
I was doing washed over me like a wave.

Mike took me out of my thoughts saying, "Why don't you get over to the
toilet June, let's let him finish up with you."

Mike soon had me kneeling in front of the toilet, in front of June. The
wooden toilet was made like fine furniture. The entire front was open and
padded to within 3 inches of the water. I didn't doubt what it was designed
for! "OK Bobby, watch now. See that trickle of piss; don't you want to
drink it? I didn't answer and Mike slapped me out of my stupor.

"Yes, yes I want her piss" I said. Looking at her smooth, shaved cunt was
mesmerizing. Mike told me to get in closer and I scooted into the neck
holder as ordered. I was looking up at her cunt; it was like a toilet bowl
view of her crotch. She began trickling piss out and it ran down into my
mouth.

"Get your head up closer and try not to spill after all sometimes you'll
have to serve without the toilet apparatus." I happily lapped up the salty
offering.

The next few days were a kind of blur, the sex never ended but I was
content and happy. Mike told me that he was going on a cruise and a friend
of theirs would continue my training. I thought I knew it all but I was
wrong!

I was chained to a ring in the floor before they left. Mike had left me
enough chain to move around and admonished me to listen and learn from
their friend. "Don't think that you know it all, we think you're a natural
slave personality but you have much to learn about serving us." They left
and I contemplated how I had arrived in this position. I was naked and
chained up in my own house. While my old friend took my wife on a vacation
cruise I awaited a stranger who would further train me! What a development.

The door opened and a man moved into the shadows in front of me. "From now
on You're now to do exactly as I say; it's what Mike wants. Do you
understand?"

"Yes. I will." My answer sounded rather meek and must not have been up to
his exact standards. "When I do let you speak you're to end your sentences
with "Sir." Do you understand?"  "Yes sir," I responded with my heart
racing and my breaths becoming shorter. "I will address you as "boy."
You'll have to earn the right to be my slave. Do you understand boy?" "Yes
sir." "You know that Mike and June want you to obey me and improve your
technique don't you." "Yes Sir" I responded.

"Yes sir to what?"  "Yes Sir, I, I am your boy," I blurted out. My response
stunned me but as evidenced by my growing cock, I was becoming more and
more aroused. The man (Karl) unchained my wrist cuffs for me while keeping
up a conversation. "That's better boy. Now place your hands behind your
head and close your eyes while I inspect your body. You are not to make a
sound." "By the way, my name is Karl; I'm a trainer at Mike's club and he
has sublet you to me."

I closed my eyes and soon felt Karl's hands on my shoulders, stroking
gently and in small concentric circles. The older man's hands then traveled
down my back, Rubbing and tugging my skin. My cock was excited; more so now
that his hands begin to lightly touch my balls.

Karl must have sensed my excitement for he abruptly stopped and walked
around to face me. My eyes were cast downward in embarrassment and
excitement over my current predicament.

"Look at me now boy," Karl said in a calm, soothing tone. I looked into his
eyes. "You're doing pretty well son. It's time now to progress to the next
step. I'm going to blindfold you now."

Karl turned around and opened a drawer from a table. He took out a brown
leather blindfold, walked behind his boy and fastened the blindfold to my
head tightly with the straps. He then removed a few other items, making
sure that I heard him gathering the stuff. My sense of sound was heightened
by losing my sight. Karl took my two leather cuffs and used a light chain
to secure my wrists again behind my back. My leather collar completed my
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Karl then faced me and ran his fingers gently over my chest. I felt him
stroke my underarms and he was close enough that I inhaled his very
essence. "You must not disappoint me boy" he said.

I didn't want to disappoint this man and vowed again to comply with his
orders. I was quite surprised to feel Karl's index finger enter my mouth!
My instinct was to try to dislodge the intruding finger but I knew that if
I didn't follow his orders then Mike would be displeased. I didn't know
what to do and was relieved when Karl said, "I want you to suck on my
finger now. If you are to ever be a good slave I want to see your
dedication."

I was more humiliated than I had ever been in my life but started to suck
on the man's finger. I had the feeling that if I looked up I would see a
wide grin on Karl'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 truly
submit. To be owned.

He took my hand then and walked me over to what used to be my leather
chair. Karl sat down and guided me to kneel before him. I had no idea what
to expect next and was both terrified and exited. I guess I continued to
have mixed feelings about serving a man other than Mike. He was testing my
limits of submission.

I felt him bend over and look at my little cock. I was flushed knowing that
he could see my erection. I was ordered to prostrate myself, ass up. I was
beside myself with how erotic it was as he started spanking me. After the
first dozen swats I realized that Karl was determining just how completely
his new boy was submitting to his control.

Karl looked into my eyes and saw that I had tear's forming. He stopped the
spanking for the time being. "I'm very pleased with you boy," he whispered
in a very comforting voice. "Do you remember the story of Robinson Caruso
that you read in school, well you're going to learn to live it. I'll train
you as a manservant just like Friday. When I come out to this house you'll
be here to serve me. I want to own you as surely as if I purchased you in a
slave market, look at this picture, is that what you want?"

The Picture showed a ancient scene of a slave market with a bare breasted
girl being examined by a potential buyer. My answer was muffled with tears
but clearly he knew I was his. In a quiet, soothing paternal tone Karl
said, "You did very well with this test. Your new owner is very, very
satisfied."

   I thought this humiliating ordeal was over. My assumption was
drastically changed when I saw Karl putting on one-rubber glove, then the
other. I then felt a cold substance being applied to my Asshole.  "Have you
ever had anything up your ass before boy?" He asked.

"I, I've played with it with my little finger Sir. I haven't had anything
up my ass in a long while."

"That will soon change boy" he said as he pressed his now oily, well
lubricated index finger into me, his new submissive. He left his finger
entombed for a moment and then started to move it very slowly in and
out. He continued to finger fuck me for a few minutes just manipulating my
tight little asshole. He was trying to relax and loosen his boy. I felt
like I had to make a bowel movement but the slow stroking against my
prostate was Exhilarating. He added a second finger and continued my finger
fucking for a few more minutes. He then added a third lubricated finger as
I squirmed in discomfort. "Easy boy, easy now, take it easy" he
ordered. When he felt that I was ready, he removed his fingers from my now
compliant asshole.

He picked up a black, medium sized, rubber butt plug and smeared more
lubricant onto the anal invader.

"Listen carefully now boy. We need to loosen you up but make no mistake
about it this will hurt. If you want to please me, you will take all of
it. Next time we'll clean your ass out but for now I just want you to push
your ass out for me, show me how eager you are to please me."

He placed the tip of the plug against my unwilling sphincter and left it
there for a minute and then slowly began to push it inside my rectum. As he
pushed the plug in and out, inching the tool in, I felt it spread my little
asshole getting wider and wider. I continued to squirm and yelped in pain
as Karl continued to push more of the invading object into me. I was near
the end of my pain tolerance when I heard the encouraging words of my new
owner "It's almost over now boy. You need to relax more because we're at
the widest end of the plug."

I let out a loud groan as the plug finally reached its end point and bumped
into my extended sphincter muscle. I was moaning in agony and wanted to
extract the plug from my hurting rectum but I knew better and just
continued to whimper in pain as Karl removed the disposable gloves. He
gently rubbed my buttocks and lower back, trying to comfort and calm me. He
whispered encouraging words into my ear, knowing full well how much pain I,
his boy was feeling. After a few minutes of trying to gain a little
composure, he told me to get up and stand in front of him. I groaned in
pain as I worked myself backward trying to get up without the use of my
wrists, the plug dug deeper into my ass.

I stood there for a few minutes, head down, really into this new reality of
submissive pain. Karl stood and moved behind me and detached the leather
cuffs from my wrists, chaining them to the ring on my collar. He then
placed his hands on my shoulders, motioning me to kneel. My thigh muscles
strained, begging for relief, my ass still throbbed in pain from its
invader, as I finally settled onto the floor.

Karl moved in front of his kneeling boy and began to stroke my hair, wiping
the sweat from my forehead. He placed his hand on my chin and motioned for
me to look up at him. He stared at me for a moment and his green eyes
pierced my soul. He then started to unbutton his jeans and let them drop to
the floor. He wore no underwear; his cock was straining through the fly,
needing relief. As he gazed at me he placed his hands on the waistband of
his jeans and pulled them down to his knees. His hard cock was now only
inches from my closed mouth. Karl's cock was truly massive; a good two
inches larger than I had ever seen and was surrounded by light brown pubic
hair. The huge purple head throbbed and the thick veins protruding.

"You've exceeded my expectations. You now have a small idea of what it is
like to serve a real man. It is now time for you to fully service me. Open
up your mouth boy." Karl said.

My mouth opened and I felt the pulsing, live prick of yet another man on my
lips. It was so much bigger than Mike's. I started to lick it 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 up 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" he said. 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 nice deep breath and hold it in" he
instructed.

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 strong drug. My knees were
hurting from the wood of 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.

Karl 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 pre-cum 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 me" he asked.

"It was awesome sir, the smell was incredible. I never thought something
like that could get me so turned on" I answered. I was mortified to be
saying those words, but even more embarrassed that they were the truth.

Karl just glared at me for a few seconds before standing up and moving
towards the 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 nodded that I
did, but instead of leaving he just stood there looking at me. "I'm getting
very tired of just watching you just nod at me. You have a voice boy, use
it" he said.

"I understand Sir, I won't move or touch it."  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 and
soon found the object of his search; he opened his hand to me showing me a
tiny white capsule and a half-drunk beer. "Here, take this" Karl ordered.

"What is it" I asked.

"NO QUESTIONS boy! I'll tell you after you take it" he said.

I reached up, took the tablet and washed it down with a swig of the warm
beer. "That was a dose of poppers, concentrated poppers. It will put you in
a really nice place where you'll feel all the sensations tonight but won't
analyze every goddamn thing like you have been doing so far. I actually
think you'll like it. It will take about 5 or so minutes or so to kick in"
he told me.

As he commanded I just squatted in front of him, panting and admiring his
crotch. He gently lifted the half-swollen prick and pointed it at my face
saying simply, "Open your mouth!"

As I stared open mouthed at his cock he moved forward and laid the cockhead
on my lower lip. I felt rather than saw it suddenly begin to spew forth
with a stream of hot piss the first blast of which went right in my open
mouth. The hot piss was incredible and despite my humiliation it just felt
right.

After the initial blast Karl gently rubbed my head and told me to
swallow. "That's right boy, gulp down your Master's piss, get used to that
taste in your mouth, savor it, just like Mike showed you. Here comes some
more, nurse it out of the head of my cock."

I closed my lips over his cockhead and gently sucked as he slowly pissed in
my mouth. I thought to myself; this is good and my Master is so considerate
to let me keep up with the flow. When he finished he let me run my tongue
into the piss slit to clean it. "You see boy, it's more fun when your
inhibitions are gone. Suck it a little now" he sighed.

"Well, what are you waiting for?  Get started already!" he said. I
painfully inched forward on my knees when I realized that he wasn't going
to move at all. When I had finally covered the distance between us, I
lowered my head and had almost arrived at his juiced-up cock when his hand
grabbed my head and slowed my descent.

"Just lick it a while first. You'll need instructions if you are going to
make it as my boy." I stuck out my tongue and lowered my head further until
it 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
on the rise and heard him let out a little moan. I immediately tried to
take the entire head of his cock into my mouth but was quickly pulled off
again as he said, "Are you deaf, boy? Look, I know you need 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've been wanting this haven't you?" he said. 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
it up and down on his drippy man-meat, 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 again. It was 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 cave.

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 my head
viciously into his crotch his 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 pubic
hairs, 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." He said.

Just as I felt that I was going to pass out, Karl raised my head up long
enough for me to gasp for air. I could see thick, wet 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 over his balls and ran down my
leather chair. He 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 hair bush.  I gagged again, producing yet 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 developed and settled into a
long, slow, deep throat fuck and I was beginning to get a grip on my
breathing, timing the 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 coaching 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 right into 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 to cumming.

"Remember how you fucking rooted around my balls with your tongue 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 pissed in your mouth is pounding your throat like it's 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" Karl said!!!!

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. Suddenly, with unbelievable quickness for a man in the
middle of an orgasm, he pulled my head awkwardly backwards and moved to sit
right on the edge of the sofa with the head of his cock less than an inch
from my mouth. It shuddered again with nothing to hold it steady and spewed
a second massive load all over my face and into my mouth. I was covered
from my hairline down to my chin.  A third blast coated my right cheek and
quickly ran down to my chin, mingling with what was 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 his 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 while saying, "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 it so bad. Please don't waste it. I need to
see what your cum tastes like. I've done everything you wanted tonight
please let me have it in my mouth."

I was scared and excited at the same time as he said, "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 the edge of the couch 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 my
first real 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 man 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. He knew I was
hooked.

Another chapter in the works.



Karl got right to the point as he related my status to me. "You did pretty
good boy. Kneel down between my legs again and let me tell you where we're
going with this. I know that you used to suck Mike off as a boy but that's
a lot different than what you have to learn now. I'll teach you real
submission, real slavery. We think that's what you need, in fact what you
were born for."

"A cocksucker like you has to broken in correctly though to fully realize
his potential. That's my job. In our club I'm the training Master and
you'll learn it all from me. Whether you admit it to me now or later when
my cock is in your ass or after you've eaten my cum or after you've been
loaned out to friends for them to use your mouth and ass, you WILL admit
it. You need men and women to tell you what to do, you need to be
owned. You need to suck cock, lick cunts, eat cum and assholes. You're a
fuck puppy. What I call an Omega male - the lowest man in the pack. You
need Alpha males like me to put you in your place and to show you the
ultimate fulfillment of what you know yourself to be. You need a man like
me in your life to help you become what you want to be: the server of men,
the pleaser of women."

I could have said something, should have said anything to protect my pride
but I remained speechless and controlled by this man as he talked to
me. "You may admit this in the form of a grunt when you suck my cock or a
plea for me to fuck you harder. We will both know exactly what it means
because I had you pegged as a cocksucker from the second I walked through
that door, just as Mike found you years ago."

"All this talk has made me horny," Master Karl said. "Take my pants off,
not my underwear and don't you dare to suck my cock yet." My hesitation was
as short as a heartbeat, and then his pants were off. "Good cocksucker," he
said, I could tell he was smirking. "Now smell right here." He pointed to
where his leg met his crotch. "I want you to remember that smell; it's one
that you're going to know quite well very soon. It's the smell of a man who
lords over you, a man who controls you, the man who knows what you want
more than you do sometimes. Do you understand?"

I inhaled deeply, and was rewarded with a heady smell, like all the best
parts of a men's locker room, just like a room smells after sex. It was
distinct to Karl, and I knew I would always associate this smell with the
man who now controlled me. "Good, cocksucker," Karl purred. "Now strip and
get on your knees. You should get very familiar with this position, too."

I did as he ordered, and he stood over me. Standing in only his shorts,
Master Karl looked more spectacular than I had thought. A man's body, broad
shoulders, meaty pecs, defined abs which came down in a V which pointed all
of my attention to his crotch and the bulging package there.

"Now we're going to take this slowly," he said. "Pull my underwear down so
that my public hair is showing. No more." I did as he told. He had a trail
of hair running from his navel to his underwear which fanned out as I
pulled his underwear down. Pubic hair had never struck me as particularly
sexy, but on Karl it was. I stopped as I exposed a small portion of the
base of his dick. "Kiss it, right above my cock. You're about to learn how
to worship every part of my body. You will love my body, every inch." I
kissed his pubic patch, his curly hairs tickling my lips and nose. His
scent was strong here.

"Uncover my cock," he said. "Do not touch it with your hands yet." I pulled
down his briefs slowly. From the base, I watched his cock grow... and grow
and grow. Thick veins crisscrossed his huge cock; it was big and
thick. Numbers about its length and girth do not do justice to the power,
weight and sheer masculinity of Master Karl's cock. It was the true
embodiment of manhood. My hunger to touch and taste it became foremost in
my mind.

Above me, Karl started to chuckle. "You are not the first boy to have that
look on your face when you've seen my cock. Swallow, bitch. You're about to
drool." "Kiss the head," he said. I reached up to touch it. "DO NOT touch
it." He barked. "Only your lips, kiss my cock." I kissed just the tip, and
his cock jumped. My own cock jumped; he liked this. As my lips pulled back,
and string of precum from his cock followed, stretching between us,
connecting me to him. "Look at me," he ordered. "Do you like precum?"

I nodded my head. "Answer me in your own words."

I licked my lips as I opened my mouth to speak. His precum flooded my taste
buds. I was now tasting Master Karl, the essence of Karl. "I like cum and
precum, the taste is intoxicating to me" I said.

Karl's smile was more reward than I could have expected. His grin became
his face, and I felt his cock throb, leaving a spot of precum on my chin.

"You and I are going to get along very well," he said. "Now, my balls." I
pulled his underwear past his balls, which looked small compared with his
dick, but would have been huge on most guys. They had a light sprinkling of
hair on them, and one hung lower than the other. He lifted his hard cock
out of my face. "Suck them, both at the same time. I want to see you
struggle to get them in your mouth." I licked his balls, knowing that his
cum and my reward was inside. I covered my teeth with my lips and gently
put his first nut in my mouth filling it almost completely. As I tried to
get his second nut in my mouth, my teeth scraped against his ballsack. He
winced and raised his hand as if to hit me, anger flaring in his
eyes. "Treat them better, or you will pay, boy," he said, his voice laced
with anger and warning. Finally, I was able to get his second ball in my
mouth, my cheeks puffing out obscenely. I had to breathe through my nose.

Karl groaned, his eyes closed, and his hand dropped to his side, his
pleasure was obvious. He dropped his hard cock and it slapped me in the
forehead, leaving a trail of precum in my hair. I stared at my gorgeous
master past his cock. "This is the way the world should be," he said. "My
balls in a cocksucker's mouth and both of us with a hard on."

"Now I will tell you about the contract we are forming, you and I. This
cock, or any cock" he said, lifting his dick up and letting it smack down
on my face, "Is now your responsibility. Any time a man wants to cum, you
will be there to make it happen. Any time I feel like sticking my cock in a
hot mouth or ass it will be yours that it will fill unless I chose another
convenient hole or unless you don't deserve my cock at that time. I've
already cum in your mouth once and I'll give you another taste after you
learn to suck ass."

His hand slowed and then stopped jacking on his beautiful cock. He walked
away towards the bed and knelt on the edge of the bed, his ass towards me
and I got my first look at his ass in the flesh unobstructed by
clothing. It was perfectly symmetrical; the crack darkened by a light
smattering of hair, his ass was porn star quality. Yes I wanted to bury my
face in the crevice for about four days. He got on all fours and looked at
me through his legs. His ass, balls, and dangling cock were all visible, a
picture burned forever into my memory.

"Come here, boy," Karl said, his voice deeper and more relaxed than
before. I waddled over, still on my knees, wondering what the hell he had
in store for me next.

"I want you to lick my crack now boy, isn't that what you want now."Yes,
Master" I answered.

I moved in toward his ass and it smelled warm and good with heavy musty
male body odors. He told me to run my tongue up and down his ass crack then
started licking the hole to clean it good all around the outside. I
concentrated on his crinkled rosebud and washed it with my tongue. It
tasted like Master Karl's big body smelled, clean, strong, and male. I
never experienced so many new experiences before. My mind was spinning.

I felt sad that I finished so quickly. "Get back down there, slave, you're
not through yet." Karl growled. "Get that tongue back in that hole and
clean it out good, slave-boy. You spread my ass with your hands and wash my
asshole with that tongue. Get it up there as far as you can."

I did as ordered. I spread his ass cheeks and sunk my tongue in his ass as
deep as I could get it. Master began to moan and move his butt to fuck my
tongue with his ass. I got some of the best flavors I'd tasted all day. I
cleaned every bit of his hole and loved it. What was happening to me? Hours
before I wouldn't have considered doing anything like that to anyone and
here I was cleaning out this giant man's asshole. Eating like the first pig
to the trough. I sucked Master's hole with pleasure slobbering up and down
his crack.  "You're a pretty good student, you were born to lap at an
asshole. Tonight one of my buddies is coming over to help me. We're going
to fuck you tonight it's another skill you'll need. We've actually got to
speed up your training a bit, your wife will be home in a few days"

Later in the day, I was still naked, but now I was not on my knees but
leaning over one of the chairs we had upstairs. Master had a finger in my
ass. He could have just done it but that was not his way. Karl never did
use his size, strength and my desires to force me to do anything. He
thought that going slow made a better slave. Karl pulled his finger out and
moved in behind me.

His instructions were always explicit and delivered softly, "Relax. Just
relax and it will be fine. Just like when you first took a cock down your
throat."

My ass was now slippery with baby oil, as was his cock, but I was still
tense. "Ok, very slow and easy," I heard him say. "Just one little inch at
a time and if it hurts say so."

His cock moved to my opening and he began to rub it around, pressing
against it. At first, I contracted, but as his pressure became harder, I
relaxed and the head of his cock slipped inside. He stopped as the head
entered, staying very still as I got used to it. It actually did not feel
much different than having his finger in there.

"Now, that feels good!" I heard him say. "You ok boy?" I nodded and he
withdrew, then he pushed back into me again, pressing forward a little
further. He pulled back again and worked into me about two inches. I had
been biting my lip but the sharp pain I was waiting for never appeared, I
just felt full and relaxed as he moved in and out before slipping out and
stepping aside. "Did it hurt?" he asked. I was flattered at his concern.

"Please just go slow sir," I answered in what must have sounded like a
pleading faggot waiting / wanting to be skewed on a cock.

He took his time again working his cock in and out of my ass, pushing a
little deeper each time until he had about four inches or so into me. He
fucked me for a couple of minutes, very slowly before pulling his cock
out. My ass closed around his cock as he pulled the big cockhead out.

"When I go back in this time you'll be truly fucked, he chuckled around the
words. It's always best to get a slut like you used to accepting how a cock
feels pushing into his ass. Most of our members are only into fucking pussy
but everyone knows that once you've fucked a boy's ass you own him. Are you
ready for more now boy?"

"Yes Sir" I replied in a trembling voice.

Master worked a little more oil into me before pressing his cock against my
ass and slipping inside. His head and the first few inches went in easily
again but then I felt a moment of discomfort as the thick part of his cock
stretched my hole wider than it had ever been.  I reached back to his hips
and held him as I pulled away. He stopped and waited until I put my hand
back down and told him to go ahead. Soon his belly was against my ass, his
cock buried inside me as deep as it could go. God, I felt so full, but
liked the feeling and as he began to pull back and then push forward my ass
moved to meet his thrusts. It didn't take long before I felt his cock
swell, even larger, inside me and he pressed deep has I felt his warm cum
flood into my ass.

I had cum while he fucked me, I believe it was just as he was cumming in my
ass. His cock slipped out of my ass and I just sagged for a
moment. Surprisingly, it did not hurt. I suppose because of the slow way it
happened.

 "Good boy," Karl said as he held his slimy cock and balls out for me. He
stroked his cock lightly and told me to get on my knees in front of him. I
moved the few steps toward him and sank to my knees with my face level with
his cock.

"I think you know what to do now, slut," he smiled and let go of his cock
letting it bob in front of me with cum and ass juice dripping from that big
cockhead.

I opened my mouth and leaned forward, my hand going to grip his cock. "No
hands, boy. Just your mouth again this time and I want to be nice and
clean" he told me.

I put my hands back down and took the head of his cock into my mouth,
pressing my lips behind the head as my tongue licked it, then sliding my
lips down his length, stopping every couple of inches as the combined
tastes swirled in my sucking mouth.

I would pull back up and then suck more of him into my mouth, my tongue
went underneath, licking it until I had it all in my mouth, the head in my
throat and my tongue flicking against his sack. I pulled up his shaft as he
told me to suck him off. My head bobbed back and forth on his cock my lips
keeping pressure against it as I sucked his cock. It was not long before I
felt his cock swell and he pushed it deeper into my mouth with yet more cum
beginning to drip from it. I opened wide and swallowed it, as he groaned
and shot streams of hot cum down my throat again.

When he was done, he held my head down on his cock for a minute and patted
my head gently like a trainer might do with a skittish colt, "there, there
boy, there, you did that well."

"Someone will fuck you at least every couple of days, you are always to use
your mouth cunt to clean your Master's cock when he's done. A good slave
never leaves his man with a slimy cock. By the way how was the taste? Just
this once be very explicit, I really want to know what your thoughts are."

I thought for a minute before answering "It was like nothing I've ever
tasted before Sir. It excited me. I know I shouldn't have liked it but I
did. The taste was tart yet somehow comforting. It must have had something
to do with wanting to please you, to just submit."  "Good boy, good boy."

The next day, my last with Karl for my wife and best friend were to be
back.

"Now let's continue with your training. Bend over for me and hold onto my
waist like a good boy." Karl said. I did as he instructed.

"Now, I'm going to give you my cock for you to suck on. I want you to do
your best to milk it but make sure you don't bite me or I'll be very angry.
Do you understand?" "Yes sir," I answered and bent over.

I wrapped my arms around his waist. He took his rising penis in his hand
and held it up to my lips. Looking down at its girth and length, I
swallowed hard and opened my jaws to engulf it. I slid along its warm
firmness until the round head hit my soft palate and I started to gag
again.

"Quiet boy. Go slow," Karl said, holding my head in his hands and pushing
me back just a bit. "Just relax and breathe through your nose. Now, let's
try it again." I heard a door open, was someone else there?

Grasping my ears, Karl took control, sliding in and holding me in place for
several seconds before backing off and allowing me to recover. Then he
pushed in again. Slowly, my gag reflex lessened and I was able to take his
entire length down my throat. I was murmuring around the mass filling my
mouth when once again.

"Now you need to relax boy. This is hard. Relax your throat and wiggle your
ass at the same time. Let yourself go," he said softly, gently stroking my
face and fingering my ears.

I didn't understand what was happening; was he hypnotizing me? I just knew
I wanted to please him and do as he said. Perhaps my survival instincts
were taking over knowing that if I didn't cooperate and learn what I was
being taught, I would be made to suffer. So I breathed very deeply and
willed my esophagus to relax.

"Good boy," my trainer said, obviously pleased. "That's exactly the correct
response. Your purpose is to give pleasure to men, men who dominate
you. There is, of course, a hierarchy in our club group so you, as a new
cocksucker will be required to give pleasure to your superiors. But your
function is to pleasure better men. That's how you will earn your keep."

I now understood that my trainer was teaching me that my purpose was to
keep a man's cock and balls warm, wet and aroused whenever he
wanted. Everything had to be done according to the wishes of the man that I
was serving for his pleasure was to be my reward.

"I need to piss, Karl said, "You know what to do."

I did know and I actually wanted to do it. I pulled back slightly on his
half hard cock and closed my lips around the cockhead. I opened my throat
as the warm stream started to flow. I swallowed large gulps as rapidly as I
could so as not to get behind. It was essential when doing urinal duty, to
keep up because I knew a slave didn't want to have the piss leaking out of
his mouth and wetting the Master's trousers.

With Karl's training I was becoming pretty proficient at urinal duty, my
secret being to learn to enjoy the flavor and to focus on the flesh in my
mouth rather than on my stomach. That way I could continue swallowing as
long as the stream continued. I'd learned that a bladder can't possibly
hold more than a stomach so I just needed to overcome the illusion that my
stomach would fill up while my man peed in my mouth. I'd also learned that
I should start swallowing as soon as I felt the piss entering the urethra
so that the action has already commenced by the time the urine reached my
mouth.

"Good boy" Karl said as he stroked my head; his obvious approval made me
tingle with delight.

"Now I want to work some more on your gag reflex. You must be trained to
take a cock down your throat without gagging. Most of our club members
don't appreciate having a cocksucker gag and choke around their cocks, too
messy. So I want you to concentrate on relaxing the muscles of your
throat. Inhale deeply and swallow as you go down on my dick. That'll help
to open your throat and enable you to take it without gagging."

As I've said, My training Master Karl did have a long, thick cock. It was
probably nine inches long when fully erect and an inch and a half in
diameter. I tried to follow his instructions and swallow him. But the
thought of taking all of him down my throat distracted me and as the head
of his cock hit my soft palate, I gagged again and pulled back.

"Easy boy, now concentrate. Do as I tell you. Take a Deep breath and
swallow as you take it," he instructed patiently. "Say `ah' as you go down,
just like you do for the doctor."

I breathed, opened my throat and swallowed as I slid down his cock. I said
"ah" has he'd instructed and found that not only did that lift my palate
but it also sent vibrations through the flesh filling my mouth and throat
making him groan. I felt the head slide past my soft palate and I felt a
sense of triumph; I'd succeeded in doing as he'd ordered. "Oh, yes. That's
it," he said now sitting back in his chair and placing his hands on my
head, running his fingers through my hair.

It was the first time that I had comfortably throated a cock; I was pleased
and proud that I was satisfying him.  The room was filled with the sounds
of my guttural vocalizations, slurps and his moans. I don't know what came
over me but I was going after him with a gusto I'd never felt before.  It
was so wonderful to have him filling my throat. The feel of his hard dick,
filling my mouth with heat, pressing my tongue down and stretching my lips
was incredibly exciting and I only wanted more.

I felt tears and my own drool mixed with Karl's precum dripping down my
face. I had barely caught my breath before his cock smashed into my throat
again. He fucked my face at an amazing pace. His big balls would slap
against my face as he went in as deep as he could then pulled it all the
way out. Again and again, over and over he brutalized my throat.

I lost track of time. Very suddenly he pulled all the way out and took a
small step back, a string of precum connected my lips to his cock. Taking
his cock in his hand he jacked himself off pointing it right at my face. I
opened my mouth as wide as I could as I watched his cock throb in his hand.

The first spurt of cum struck my chin and made a gooey line down my cheek,
across my nose and closed eye, all the way to my forehead and into my
hair. The next one went right between my lips, forming a puddle on the roof
of my mouth. He staggered forward and stuck his cock back in my
mouth. There were several more shots of cum, my mouth filled quickly, I
couldn't swallow quickly enough and it leaked out and ran down my
face. Master withdrew his cock from my mouth and stumbled back into the
chair, almost falling into it. With his cock softening up he said, "You are
going to make one hell of a slut for your owner's, boy. They'll be home in
the morning."

I now knew my destiny. My only purpose was to service my betters in any way
they wanted. I had been born to be a cock slave; I couldn't wait for Mike
to return and enjoy my new skills.


Mike – Bobby and June.

This was the day Mike was to return with my wife from their cruise. I
wondered just what I was in for but I had to admit a small sense of pride
in the skills that my training Master had taught me. When I heard the
driveway alarm trip I scampered to the door and knelt with my head down to
await Mike and June. As instructed, I was naked and kept my hands behind my
back. Mike didn't enter my mouth straight away, but just held my head in
his powerful hands and tilted my head up. I closed my mouth and opened my
eyes. He smiled and asked if I understood that I belonged fully to him, as
you might own a pet. "June is no longer your wife, you'll obey her just as
you would me.

I understood. There would be no second chance, he could go anytime he
wanted. I had to be the one to make him stay. I could see a bulge in his
slacks, but I didn't move when he told me to remove them. He only had to
slap me once, and I moved.  He didn't hit me hard at all, just enough to
get my attention. I pulled them down, and he didn't need any more help
keeping me focused. He let go, and I went to his pants and opened them. His
cock was still thick, and it was growing in my hands. I dimly heard June
snicker in the background.

I had seen this cock before, when I sucked Mike off as a teen. He smelled
so strong down there, a man smell but stronger. It was very musky and
strong, but I felt something change in me. I looked at this cock and has my
trainer had said, this was my Master. Mike's cock was Like a big man with a
big dog on a leash.

I didn't want what came next. Not at all, but if you were watching me, you
would have seen me open my mouth wide, with no provocation or threat. It
just opened to accept him as natural as breathing." Out of the corner of my
eye I could see that June had set up a chair and was aptly watching Mike's
domination of me.

The strong smell of this huge cock totally filled all my senses, just as
when I was a kid. He placed his hands over my ears; my eyes only could see
this long thick shaft coming out from my lips, and his flat belly. I could
only smell, feel, and taste cock. My Master's huge, thick cock. It was
Funny.

That's the first time I called it that. Not Mike's cock, or his cock, or
even something like "a porn movie kind of cock", but rather my Master's
Cock. It's funny but it feels right to say it like that. This thick Cock
really filled my mouth. He pushed it to the back of my throat, and I
thought for sure he was going to violate my throat all the way as Karl
had. My muscles were still relaxed as I had been trained as I breathed in
his thick aroma, prepared to surrender my throat all the way to my
stomach. But he did something I never expected, He was gentle.

With all that hard cock, like a ball bat slowly pumping into my mouth, I
was amazed at how soft the head of his cock was against the back of my
throat. He stopped there, without raping my face like he could have. He
just held my head in his big, powerful hands and stroked his cock in and
out of my mouth. "You see Karen, he's really a slave at heart. He loves my
cock but craves humiliation, he's a born slave." He was concentrated on
fucking my mouth.  My mind was spinning out of control He was taking me and
I couldn't stop him. My body was reacting to him in a way that it never had
before.

"As his cock was slowly fucking my mouth, slowly and gently, I opened my
mouth and felt myself relax. I started salivating. I think it was his man
smell, and the feel of his hands on my head and my mouth stretched open as
at the dentists, but I felt myself lubricating.  My mouth cunt was getting
wet.  I felt my lips swell as I was coating his cock with my juice.  I
don't know how long he did this, but my drool was running down my chin and
more just came out. After a little while Master starting moaning and then
placed his hands on the back of head again pulling it forward further onto
his cock and then suddenly his cock began to twitch and then he let out an
almighty groan as he began to cum in my mouth. My mouth was soon flooded
with hot salty tasting spunk. Mike held my head firmly and I had no choice
but to swallow as wave after wave of thick cum hit the back of my throat. I
was swallowing as quickly as I could but still some spunk began to dribble
from the corners of my mouth and down my chin. Slowly he slipped his cock
out of my mouth "clean it slut" he said and I began to lick and suck the
last traces of sticky cum from his cock.  I felt quite pleased that I had
been able to swallow nearly all his load without choking.

Now that he was finished I felt a little embarrassment at being on my knees
licking his sticky cock while my wife watched. As I thought about it I
couldn't believe that I felt embarrassed in front of a man who slapped me
and raped my mouth. What was I in for? Was it my fate to serve as a body
slave, would I ever be happy without a cock or cunt to service.

 I think I'm finally happy in my new role!!!!!!

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