Date: Sun, 1 Sep 2013 11:09:40 -0400
From: dave stout <dodge1191@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Roman Men's Club, chapter 1

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This story contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact between
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CAST—Master John, my mentor---Me, Chris---Master Mark, The Roman club's
manager---Simon, a suck slave


The Roman men's Club, Chapter one:

In just a few days I had became more and more comfortable in my submissive
role. I was now accustomed to thinking of him as a better man who I must
obey. Master John had told me of the club he belonged to where slaves and
Master's met in a luxurious setting. I was intrigued when he said he'd take
me there. It was only a few days away.

Today was the day I was to visit the club, Master laughingly referred to me
as an interested observer as we entered the compound. This was the first
time in a week that I had clothes on and it actually felt funny to be
clothed.

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. As we drove up
I could see the brown, brick stucco walls that completely enclosed the
place behind walls 10 feet high of concrete. It was even more impressive
because it was situated amongst very large trees. I had a fleeting thought
of the desert movie oasis.

Master dialed in the key code and the gate opened for us to walk in; I
honestly felt lightheaded as I realized that I was finally here. We walked
thru a dimly lit building that led into the main house. It had an odd
design in that there was a very large, sumptuously appointed room with
glass doors on one side and a bathroom in one corner. One of the real
oddities of the room was that it had no walls; it was a completely open
space!

There were glass doors on one side that led out into a large pool patio
area under what looked like a huge roll-out awning. In addition to the pool
there was a hot tub, palm trees, lounge chairs and what looked like some
small rooms in back of light weight curtains waving in the days soft
breezes. The initial quick-flash impression of the outside area was that it
was really posh with all the furnishing of first rate quality reeked of
being certainly conceived for the total comfort of it's members.

Master John led me over to a large, black leather couch where a middle aged
man sat with his legs spread and a naked suck-boy between his legs
servicing him. I didn't know it then but he was the Club's manager.

"Hi John, I see you've bought us the new boy you told us about, that's just
great. Why don't you go visit with Doug at the bar while I interview him."

The manager smiled at me as he was talking and motioned me to sit on the
couch next to him, another naked slave boy appeared and offered me a glass
of wine. I accepted the glass and couldn't help thinking of how very
surreal this was as I sat next to the club's manager who was enjoying a
blow job from a naked slave; I took another swig of the very good red
varietal wine as I took it all in.

"Well Chrissy you've taken your first big steps; you answered John's ad and
agreed to interview with us at our little Club. These are the very big
steps leading to an understanding of what you really are; it's the only way
you'll be truly happy. I think it better if you strip naked for our little
talk, do it now" he said with a smile that let me know that it was really
an order, not a suggestion.

I had waited for this interview so there was no choice so as confidently as
I could I leaned forward removing my shoes and socks and then stood up to
take off my shirt hanging it on the back of the chair. I turned to face
Mark who still had his cock firmly planted in the kneeling slave's mouth as
I unbuckled my belt. It seemed to me that the room was filled with a
casual, relaxed attitude that was at odds with the excitement and yes the
fear that I was now feeling. I went ahead and unbuttoned my pants, unzipped
the zipper and stepped out of them. I turned and faced Master Mark with an
embarrassing erection tenting my jockey shorts.

My gaze went to Mark who looked me square in the eye and then at my crotch
before looking me in the eye again. He smiled a smirky, go-ahead sort of
nod. I took this as an invitation (order?) and hooked my thumbs under the
waistband and lowered my shorts. When I straightened up my very erect
little cock was pointed due north. I think it was at this instant that I
realized I had just crossed yet another new threshold and it made me smile
in spite of the natural humiliation I felt.

A new feeling washed over me as I noticed Master Mark gazing at my
erection. I wasn't exactly humiliated because Master John had certainly
gotten me accustomed to being nude but now I was completely nude in front
of a man I barely knew who was to soon be one of my owners. There was a
sexual tension in the room that I could almost taste.

Mark said, "Well, you sure are happy to be here. Now I'd like you to turn
around, bend over, and spread your ass cheeks for me, I want to get a good
look at your boy-cunt now."

When I had assumed the position I felt Master Mark nudge a finger lightly
down my crack just before he smacked my ass cheek sharply with his hand.

"I think you'll be a pretty good fuck Chrissy now just sit on the floor
while I give you what we club members laughingly call "the cocksucker
reality talk."

"But first Chris, tell me what do you know of our little club?" Master Mark
said as he pulled his suck-boy's head off his cock and pushed him onto his
balls with a one word order, "lick."

I answered truthfully that I knew only little bits and pieces about the
club that I had overheard at Master John's house.

"Well we'll have to change that, I guess it's my job to explain what we're
about here. By the way, does Simon's sucking on my cock bother you? In a
bit I'll have him service you while we talk, would you like that?"

"Yes Sir, I think that I would like that."I answered.

"In a while then, our little club isn't really unique, there are many
similar organizations around the world; we know because they give us
reciprocal privileges when we're traveling just like Yacht and golf clubs
do. A little research and you'll find that throughout all history Alpha
males have formed into groups to get the pampered sexual services they
want. In our case we have well over 200 active members so our clubhouse
here is never really close to empty."

Master Mark then asked if I had any questions before he continued, "Our
founder's way back in the sixties gathered a group of guys who could easily
afford the dues that are needed to run a very luxurious spa for males who
had definite ideas of how they wanted to be sexually served. Early on they
found that submissive males made very docile, eager cocksuckers that were
easily trained, that's been our focus ever since. While our members are
straight our research showed that male cocksuckers actually enjoyed being
subservient while women serve only grudgingly and often bulk at providing
the "complete service" our members expect. Once our founders made the
determination that a mouth is a mouth, we went ahead with an all male
staff."

I was really immersed in Master Mark's history and how I might fit into
their Club when he surprised me by directing his suck-boy Simon to suck on
my cock. I have to agree that he had a magical mouth; it was warm, wet and
silky. My little cock was certainly no challenge for him. I couldn't help
staring at Master Mark's big cock glistening with saliva. The club manager
was certainly hung; a thought flashed through my mind that I had never even
seen a cock that thick let alone serviced one.

"Don't make him cum Simon, just get him going, you know the rules. Our
service boys can't cum except when their servicing one of his owners, he's
not allowed to play with his own cock or cum in another boys mouth or ass;
the only relief that's allowed is for the suck-boy to spontaneously cum
when he's servicing a Club member. We've found that our boys serve the best
when their constantly aroused and horny. It isn't as difficult as you might
think. It's been our experience that after a week or so here all of our
suck-boys achieve a cum serving a member, usually with a cock plugging
their mouth. You'll find that a cum achieved while you're serving one of
your owners is the most satisfying climax that you've ever had. By the way
what Simon is demonstrating on you is what's called edging, keeping the
suckee right on the brink of a cum, almost there but not there; the
cocksucker must be skilled in reading the signs and slowing to keep the
"edge" on. A trained cocksucker feels the pulse of a prick along with the
swelling of a cockhead and adjusts his mouth action to slow the cum."

It was a lot to think about but Simon's suck skills made it difficult to
concentrate. I thought of myself as a reasonably skilled cocksucker but now
knew that I had much to learn to match Simon's skill set.

Master Mark didn't let me contemplate for long as he continued.

"You're a bottom Chrissy and trained bottom boys don't need to cum and in
fact only want to cum when serving their Master's. A suck-boy in our
service only gets his sexual relief from the experience that the Alpha-male
is having. His relief actually starts from the time that a better man's
cock enters him and then increases as the Master gets more excited and then
climaxes, giving the suck-boy his cum and possibly the sexual relief he
needs. In no circumstance will one of our Club boys achieve a cum unless
he's servicing his Master. He knows that he's never to beat his own cock
off or even handle his own cock, that's the rule here and you'll find it's
for your own good."

There must have been a signal because quite suddenly Simon stopped sucking
me and just got up and left the area. Master Mark smirked as he said. "I
think you should get down here and lick my balls as I continue boy." I had
been staring at his magnificent cock anyway and I just slid to the floor
and began tonguing his ball sack.

"Ah, that's right Chrissy you're going to be the happiest and most
satisfied knowing that you're just a faggot; a faggot that serves men
anyway they want. You'll soon be able to accept these facts about yourself
because they make you happy and satisfied. When you accept the truth while
serving a man and acknowledge that he's totally in charge you'll finally be
fulfilled and happy. If he wants to face fuck you then you'll just unhinge
your jaw and make your mouth into a cunt. You're going to convince your
mind that your mouth is a cunt. A deep cunt with a tongue made for a man's
pleasure. It's important to realize that your tongue isn't just for
conversation, it's for licking a real mans balls and asshole, whatever he
wants is your responsibility."

It's funny but his words seemed to be much more meaningful and important
from my vantage point on the floor tonguing his balls; I was actually
inspired as he so accurately described me. There's something to be said
about finally finding yourself and your place in life, it made me feel much
freer. Master Mark continued in his soft assertive, matter of fact tone.

"Up till now Chrissy your world has been grey, without the excitement of
color; Our Club can make it as bright as a circus wagon, all you have to do
is follow our directions and totally acknowledge that you're a cocksucker
put on the planet to lick a man's ass and drink his cum. We know what you
need because we've had experience with boys like you; we can teach you how
to satisfy that constant itch you know you have. It's a truism that you'll
only be happy when you're servicing a real man; it's what suck-boys like
you were created for; to make the cocks of men feel good. Of course we know
that you've heard that boy-cocksuckers are queer people that men make fun
of, don't believe it, cocksuckers are valuable commodities. At our Club we
know that Cocksuckers serve a valuable need by sucking off the excess jism
from a man's balls. There's nothing quite as relaxing as having a talented
cocksucker drain your balls just the way you like it at the speed you
enjoy. No women can serve as that talented cocksucker because that
all-important need for humiliation is missing. A cocksucker boy wants to
submit, wants to be humiliated and thus tries so much harder."

I was lost in his meaty, soft balls as I listened to his oh-so-accurate
description of who I am. I knew his big balls were full of the sticky,
salty cum that I craved and somehow it seemed so right to be worshiping
them.

"You know Chrissy that a cocksucker's mouth is his most important sexual
organ. Our suck-boys have that reinforced every day they are with us. There
is a Club rule that they will take anything that comes out of our pricks
into their mouth and swallow it. It's all irrespective of whether I have
been fucking a boy's ass or his throat. In most cases our members will
always finish off in a boy's mouth. We like our cocksuckers to be hot,
obedient, submissive, willing, hungry, eager, and expert in their craft.
Our club members get off on a guy on his knees needing a cock.  We love to
fuck face our boys our way not the cocksuckers way, that means we will
always control the situation, and the suck-boy does everything just the way
he's told. It's really simple we tell you what to do and you submit no
matter what it is. Take just my cockhead into your mouth now boy!"

I quickly closed my lips around his big, purple cockhead and gently sucked
on it. There's nothing that feels as smooth and velvety as cock; I was
loving it.

"I've decided to take you into our club as a trainee suck-boy. You'll be
outfitted with the yellow wrist and neck bands that signify your trainee
status. A fully trained and tested Club cocksucker wears pink leather
gear. You don't have to worry, we'll train you to serve the way we want.


This is chapter one of a series on Training Chrissy on the tasks necessary
to become the skilled cocksucker he was born to be. Any coments are of
course welcome. Send to Dave at dodge1191@hotmail.com