Date: Mon, 6 May 2013 15:40:09 -0400 From: dave stout <dodge1191@hotmail.com> Subject: Toilet Training 101 Slave instruction Vignettes, Toilet training 101 All rights reserved. Other than downloading one copy for personal enjoyment, no part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted by any means, except for reviews, without the written permission of the author. Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to the author, Dave at: dodge1191@hotmail.com If you liked this story and would like to converse about new story lines or your thoughts and experiences send me an e-mail. I welcome erotic E-mail questions and conversation. This story contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact between Males. As such it is homoerotic, designed for the entertainment of mature adults. If you are not of legal age to read such material, or if the subject matter would create any kind of personal moral dilemmas, please exit now. If you like this story and would like to converse about new story lines or your thoughts and experiences send me an e-mail. I welcome erotic E-mail questions and conversation. E-mail me @ dodge1191@hotmail.com and list story review in the title line. This story is one of planned series of disassociated Vignettes. Each will be a standalone tale detailing a specific training step. Slave instruction Vignettes, Toilet training 101 All rights reserved. Other than downloading one copy for personal enjoyment, no part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted by any means, except for reviews, without the written permission of the author. Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to the author, Dave at: dodge1191@hotmail.com If you liked this story and would like to converse about new story lines or your thoughts and experiences send me an e-mail. I welcome erotic E-mail questions and conversation. This story contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact between Males. As such it is homoerotic, designed for the entertainment of mature adults. If you are not of legal age to read such material, or if the subject matter would create any kind of personal moral dilemmas, please exit now. If you like this story and would like to converse about new story lines or your thoughts and experiences send me an e-mail. I welcome erotic E-mail questions and conversation. E-mail me @ dodge1191@hotmail.com and list story review in the title line. This story is one of planned series of Vignettes: Slave instruction Vignettes Toilet training 101 ------------------------------------------------------------------------- This story is one of planned series of disassociated Vignettes. Each will be a standalone tale detailing a specific training step in the gradual development of a full-service cocksucker. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 my first time in a week wearing clothes and it actually felt funny. Master had instructed me to read and understand what was required of me on NIFTY , The story was called "Training-the-submissive", it had changed my life. http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/training-the-submissive/ . It was exciting to read it and just what I knew I needed to learn. I remembered a passage that I had read in "training the Submissive" that was so on point to my situation that I had read and reread it until it was committed to my memory. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- I couldn't help thinking of that passage as we drove. "You should know that our little organization was started by some wealthy people that wanted to relax and be serviced in any way they want much like it was in ancient Rome for the elite ruling classes. It took us a while to find out that an eager, happy submissive made a much better cocksucker. I'm using the word cocksucker but you understand that you'll be servicing much more of me than my cock; from your application I know you're good with this but we have to just be sure. I'm sure you noticed that our slave boys have to be volunteers, no kidnapping or coercion for us. The men serving in our organization think only of pleasing the man they are servicing and are excited by the shear humiliation of it all. A boy like you, to use biker-bar vernacular, you'll become their bitch." "I'm telling you this so we can work towards your acceptance of who and what you are. If you're really a cocksucker there's nothing you can do to stop that from controlling your entire life. Fighting it will only cause you misery and discontent. You will never be satisfied with your life not matter how successful or rich you are unless you acknowledge that you were born to serve better men." "We'll put you in the "service industry" he said with a wide smile." Was he right? Was my place between a man's legs, kneeling to suck on his cock? I had to admit that these explicit thoughts he was telling me had me very excited. I didn't want to get up and leave, I wanted to go ahead with this. Maybe I was the submissive, cocksucker he was describing. Sir continued, "You're starting on a difficult journey boy; I'll help you through it but you've got to just let yourself go and trust me. If you trust me and accept your position you'll find yourself in the happiest place you've ever been. During your training you'll not be abused and I think you'll find me quite friendly yet demanding. Has long as you realize your place is sucking cock you'll find that learning the skills of a personal slave is enjoyable; you will want to please. Acceptance of your role in life will free you to serve alpha males with the skill and eagerness that they deserve." I thought to myself that he might be right; I was very hot and already thinking of myself as that slave boy he wanted. "It's time to take your clothes off now boy, strip down while I'm talking. You'll soon be performing the acts you've been fantasying about. I'll lead you through them; all you have to do is obey me. It's been our experience that boys like you make much better personal slaves after they've accepted their place in life and therefore think only of the cock in their mouth or the ass crack they have to lick." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- On the drive over Master had reminded me of my obligations as a cocksucker. My training up to this day had been intensive and a recap of what was required of a cock slave he thought useful. He didn't know that his selection of "reading homework" was constantly rolling through my head. "Remember boy, whenever a cock is inside your mouth, you must forget about having a throat, it's a face cunt, a male face cunt and it must work exactly as a cunt. In some respects your mouth cunt is better because a cunt hasn't a tongue to lick your Master's piss slit and balls." "You'll realize when your face cunt is working at its best by the words of your Master, by his moaning, by the way he grabs your face, by the intensity of his strokes as he stuffs your mouth with cock." "Your face cunt must be a well of pleasure for the cock of your Master and his cum bucket. A receptacle for his spunk, his piss and spit. The very moment you realize your throat is a face cunt you understand you have finally become a cocksucker, very useful to your Master. Your reward will be his pleasure and the taste of his cum and piss. As you're taught how to perform your toilet duty keep in mind that it's what your Master wants of you." 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 for well to do alpha males. As we drove up I could see the brown, brick stucco walls that enclosed the place. Master dialed in the key code on his phone, hit send and the gate opened for us to enter. We walked thru a dimly lit building and out into a large, sunny pool patio area. In addition to the pool there was a hot tub, many palm trees, lounge chairs and what looked like some small rooms in the back of shear light curtains that waved in the soft breeze. The place looked very much like a plush outdoor bar in Key West. The big walnut bar was surrounded by bar stools with red leather seats and backs. The entire look was posh and inviting. It certainly wasn't difficult to tell who was slave and who Master. All the slaves wore only leather cuffs, collars and leashes but were otherwise naked while the obvious Masters and a few Mistresses were in various stages of dress with some naked and others fully clothed. My owner sat down at one of the comfortable bar stools while motioning me to the floor on the side of him. The man next to us had a very young, skinny boy on his knees licking his feet. "Hi John, who's the mooch, a new slave boy" the man asked? "Yeah he's new all right, I bought him here to observe, see if this is his scene. You know it's not for everyone but I think he just might make a good body slave, we'll soon see." From my vantage point on the floor I tried to watch the action but I Couldn't see all that well. Master noticed and motioned me to follow him. I was soon in the middle of the compound where Master tied a rope fastened to a steel ring in the floor around my neck. "Take a good look boy, visualize yourself here. Don't worry no one will bother you without the leather collar and cuffs that make you a full-fledged, accepted club slave here, enjoy." As I cringed on the ground I looked around, slaves were being used all over. The great majority were men or boys but there were a few women. On my right a Mistress was in a hammock like sling complete with stirrups and the bottom cut out allowing very complete access to her cunt and ass. A slave boy was using his tongue and slobbering up and down her crack from her asshole to fuck hole with the flat of his tongue. Every once in a while a man on a recliner next to her would stand up and stick his cock in her pussy. The little slave would move his head and watch closely. When the man pulled his cock out the boy just slurped the man's cock clean before returning to his cunt-lapping duties. In all this I was amazed that the Masters seemed to be able to continuously cum, in great quantities and at will. Then I remembered Master telling me on the way down here that members took a herb potion that allowed them to cum whenever they wanted. Over to the other side of the compound it looked like there was a new slave just beginning his initiation. There were two members training the slave boy of about 18 how to serve a cock. His name was Mike and even though he, like all slaves sought out the humiliation and shame of slavery he certainly seemed apprehensive. I imagined what this must be like for him, for me, it was hot to watch. My owner had told me that servicing his Master's cock for the first few times was usually done in private. That way the suck boy could get used to performing as a man's cocksucker without the distractions and additional humiliation of being watched. This was the second stage and the suck boy was going to have to perform in front of a crowd. I knew that being a cocksucker alone with just you and your man was quite a private thing while doing it in front of a crowd required the boy to admit to himself that he wanted to debase himself by submitting in front of others; it was a big step for a cocksucker. One of the members using a firm, soft tone said "Now you just open up and take the head, kid. We'll start out real slow while you get used to sucking on a cock, Ok? Now first thing, just slide your tongue around the head of my cock, get it good and wet before you get some suction going." "Yes, Sir" the boy said as he slowly opened his mouth and accepted the thick, pink cockhead that was offered to him. The man's cock was drooling quite a lot of precum now and I knew the boy could certainly taste the salty tang of it as he ran his tongue over the huge, purple head. The man sighed as the boy slave's hot mouth surrounded his hard cock. I guessed that he had never tasted cum before but knew that he would soon find that the taste of this man's precum would be a treat. "Whatcha doing down there kid?" The man asked as he leaned back and looked down. "I don't feel any tongue action, something wrong, get to it?" The boy slowly shook his head and got back to working on the hard cock in his mouth. I knew from experience that he was amazed at how thick this man's cock was and how his mouth had to stretch open to take just the first few inches. The boy slave Mike startled a bit when he heard another clicking sound behind him followed by a whoosh as the second trainer began lightly flogging his bare ass with a leather belt like whip. The whip never broke skin but it was did hurt; it was just another training step that the club had developed to keep the new slut focused. The man in front started talking again which seemed to pull the boy back to the task at hand. "Ok kid, let's get some more of my cock into that hot mouth of yours. You just start suckin' while I slide it in; Let's see how much of my cock you can take!" Again he tried to pull back but the Master was pressing forward pushing The hard cock further into his mouth as the light ass whipping kept up the rhythm. "MMmmmMMMMMnnn." was all the little slave could say as the long, thick shaft slid further into his mouth, deeper and deeper. I couldn't help but visualize myself in his place, on my knees in front of my trainer choking on his cock as his friend flogged my ass. "Oh yeah, do it you slave slut!! Suck that cock! Wrap those tight lips around it and suck! Suck that cock!!!The boy was probably relieved the trainer had stopped just short of hitting the back of his throat but just as that thought formed the man pushed forward plugging the boys windpipe with the thick cock head. Again and again he choked him with his cock before pulling out for the boy to catch a breath. Eventually the boy became a little more accustomed to the cock invading his throat. It wasn't yet comfortable for him but he knew now he wouldn't die. I remembered just how unsettling this training was for me; I recalled having watering eyes while saliva gushed out of my mouth as I gasped for a breath of air. The boy was now sucking and running his tongue over the hard shaft as the Master began to slowly fuck his mouth, in and out, ever deeper and deeper. The Master in the front had his cock in hand while yelling at the boy (Mikey). "Ok, you little shit now you are gonna get a serious mouth fuck and you BETTER keep your fuckin' teeth in check! No more taking it slow, I need to blow my load, now! That's enough of this gentle, slow cocksucker training!" His mouth was still open as the assault on his ass cheeks continued. Just as the pain started to lessen the boy felt the hard cock in front of him jamming into his mouth and down deep into his throat, causing him to again gag. "Take it you fucking cum-dump." The trainer said as he thrust his body up to his boy's mouthcunt. The slave took a quick deep breath in through his nose just before the cock slammed back into his mouth. I knew that by now he couldn't think straight; the cock that was now his entire universe fucked deep into his mouth. The long, thick shaft in his mouth gagged him every time it slid down his throat. Little slave Mikey didn't even have time to panic as he dealt with this hard, horny Master using his mouth as a cum-dump. The swats to his bare ass were causing him to lurch forward now eager for the prick to thrust through his lips. He could also feel the collar around his neck bite every time Master fucking his mouth thrust into his face, a reminder of his status, I thought. He was now just spasming throat cunt throbbing around a cock. After a dozen fast strokes into his throat the trainer's heavy breathing turned to a loud groan as the cock fucking his mouth hardened and spit cum into the boy's tender throat. "Ok boy, here ya go, the trainer yelled, "Your first load of nut juice! Oh yeah, oh Fuck yeah! Swallow that load!! Eat it now boy. Awwwww fuck, fuck yeah!" The boy's eyes flew wide open as he felt the large shaft go rock hard with a pulse working up to the tip. Suddenly a shot of cum blasted out and coated the back of his throat, then another and another until Mikey's mouth was full of thick, hot cum swimming around Master's hard cock. The man kept thrusting into the slave's mouth as he worked out every drop of cum from his swollen balls. The taste of ball juice slammed into the boy's senses as the slowly thrusting cock finally started to shrink. The man shuddered as he reluctantly withdrew his cock from the slave's hot mouth. He leaned down to see the boy's skinny body jerking with the sensation of the trainer's cock finally leaving his mouth. "Now you just swill that load around in your mouth, kid, get a good taste of what you will be eating for the rest of your life, what you were born to do. And don't you even think about spitting it out!! That is high quality V.I.P. Master cum that is never to be wasted. What do ya think slave? Taste good?" Mikey nodded yes. A tear slowly slid down Mikey's face as his mouth held the thick load of man cum. The man smiled down, "Open up, kid, lets see how much I shot into your pussyboy mouth!" The slave's mouth opened slowly to show the man the large, milky load pooled in the corner of his mouth. Another hard thrust into his mouth from Master's fuck stick caused a bit of cum to slip over his lower lip and slide down his chin. "Ah, ah, baby. That is prime sperm from a real man! We wanna make sure you swallow it all down!" The man slowly slid his finger under the boy's jerking chin to catch the large drop of cum. "Here ya go kid, suck that off of my finger and swallow down my load. You have to make room for the next hard cock to make a deposit." The boy swallowed once, twice and then a third time trying to get all of the thick, sticky cum down his throat. He couldn't get it all down, it must have felt like it was coating his mouth and throat. Of all people I knew that the taste of cum would not leave his senses soon!! "Good boy." the man said as he stood tall and zipped up his slacks. "Now you enjoy that cum meal and don't worry, I'll send someone else over to fill that hot mouth of yours in just a few minutes. From what I saw when I got here, this place was filling up fast, there will be Masters over here one after the other. You'll be eating a lot of man cum tonight, kid, but I'm sure you'll always remember that my load in your mouth was your first, see you later, kid." Slave Mikey winced at the thought of eating even more cum but he did not have time to worry about it. The man who had encouraged him by whipping his ass was standing in front. I have to admit that watching a boy slave get his first throat fucking just as I had recently experienced it, made me hot, it wasn't a very long leap of faith to put me back in that same place, I was happy in servitude now and I bet the boy was also. There were more slaves that were tethered to floor rings or various devices that positioned them for a Master's pleasure. I watched an older slave who was fastened on his stomach over a wide, upholstered hassock. His ankles were spread wide so that his ass was opened wide and in perfect position for any man who wanted to fuck it. On the other side there was a red curtain that kind of closed off a corner. I wondered what could possibly go on in there given the sex being done out in the open right here. I sensed a presence and looked up into John's face. "Well I can see from your hard on that you're excited by all this. Look at me and tell me you want to continue or I'll take you out of here." He was right I had to go on, I really did like this. "I want to serve here Master, let me stay." "I thought so boy, I believe that you're a natural slave but as your Master I have to tell you that it won't be easy, you have a lot to learn." He untied the rope that tethered me to the floor and walked towards the red curtain in the corner with me scampering behind him. As we entered I noticed that it was quite dimly lit, so that was the reason for the curtains, to shield the outside light. There were many slaves inside the room, which appeared to be a rest room! As my eyes grew accustomed to the gloom I saw just how strange a rest room this was. Master motioned to a slave tethered at a freestanding urinal in the middle of the floor. The boy shuffled to the back of it and stuck his head thru the opening. There was a hole molded into it in the shape of a head that a slave could stick their head into, how awful, how cool this was! Master opened his robe and took out his half hard cock. The other slaves were watching with what I thought was envy as Master John looked down at the urinal slave's face and slowly began to piss. I couldn't help it I sighed with the shear eroticism of it all. Master looked at me and asked if I thought I was ready. "Do you think your really ready boy, want to take his place?" I nodded my head as I said "yes Sir, please Sir." The boy reluctantly moved away at John's order. Master John was solicitous about placing my face just so in the urinal even asking if I was comfortable. When he walked around the front I had a little time to wonder what I was in for. As I think about it now I'm sure that John wanted me to contemplate my role as his piss drinker. With my face firmly in the urinal I felt every bit the slave boy; It was so hot. John finally stood just in front of me with a half hardon, just looking at me as he said, "Open your cunt mouth now boy and let's see your eyes eh. Stick your tongue out and try to lick that drop of piss off my piss slit, a wee little taste for you. Ah, good, now let me tell you how it's going to go; I'll piss into your mouth and you're to hust hold it there, just like a piss bowl eh, until I tell you to flush your mouth by swallowing. It's your first time so I'll go slowly so you can get used to it and have time to savor your first taste of man piss." I didn't have much time to reflect as he almost immediately shot a short spurt into my open mouth. I noted that it didn't taste half bad, very warm, salty and tangy with a musty pissy smell. "Swallow my piss now boy, you're a star, all the other toilet mouths are looking at you pissed off because their not getting it. Ha Ha pissed off, no pun intended eh cunt." Once again he filled my mouth with the warm, salty brew having me swallow on his command. I was as hot as I had ever been with my face in a man's urinal and mouth open. "Well pig, I guess we both know what you are now eh." The next morning my place in this "new" world was explained by a club member who was temporarily assigned to oversee my training when John was called away. He said, "OK slave normally I will just sit on the side of the bed and you'll put my cock in your mouth and drink my morning piss. But for today since you're still in training we'll go into the toilet." Master started walking to the bathroom and I crawled behind until Master was standing upright at the toilet bowl. He told me to reach my hands around and hold his cock for him while he pissed into the toilet. I easily put my hands up and held his amazing cock while he pissed. Just as he was about to finish and was getting to the last few drops he stopped, brushed my hands aside and turned around. "Slave, open up your mouth for me" I quickly opened my mouth. He positioned his half hard cock in my mouth and released the ending stream of piss. "Ok boy, get used to that taste. That's the piss of a real man." "Yes Master thank you for the gift that has come from your cock." He then slapped his cock around my face splashing and marking my face with the last few bits of pee that hung on the piss slit of his Master cock. "Next time slave you'll get it right from the tap; I'll piss the entire amount into your toilet mouth. I'm not going to spend a lot of time training you to drink my piss. It'll be the main drink you have throughout the day so you might as well get used to it right off the bat and right from the bat." Master smiled at his little inside joke. So now I knew that every day for the rest of my life except when at work, my day would begin by drinking the piss of one of my Masters. Although we had never discussed this during my online introduction, I was very excited about starting my day this way and should probably been ashamed at finding it exciting but actually I was more proud than ashamed. This treatment was extra humiliating to me for it fulfilled a need I had. The next day I was consigned to training Master to further my training. I was shocked when he told me he was going to teach me to suck his ass. I thought to myself that I wasn't going to do that no matter what! Yet here I was kneeling on the cold tile floor as he told me what to expect. "It'll be a pleasure teaching you how to suck and lick a man's asshole, it's an important skill for any cocksucker and extremely pleasurable for your owner. Once you get beyond your initial reluctance and inhibitions you'll love performing this service. I think its best that we're alone for your first time, nice and private. The bathroom is a very erotic place for most cocksuckers and I bet it's the same for you. It's a room for the most personal of acts and your licking my ass for me certainly qualifies." I felt him watching me trembling on my knees. The training Master turned around and straddled my head, facing my feet. His ass was now over my face instead of his cock and balls, which were dangling just out of reach of my mouth. I looked up as his ass hovered over my face. "You're going to love this boy," Ted said. His balls were hanging just inches away from my chin as he spread his ass-cheeks. I was fascinated and yet appalled as he spread his ass cheeks. His deep dark ass-crack opened and the fine hairs separated around his asshole. The puckered shit-hole was a light brown with just a fringe of hair around it. I could see how tightly closed his asshole was, clenched comfortably shut. As I gazed at it his hole clenched tighter then let go. I gasped, almost expecting a turd dropping on my face. Instead, the hole relaxed and opened slightly. I began to smell his fragrance. The smell was primitive, a man's smell. I could smell and feel the power in him. The smell between a man's legs was becoming more familiar to me by the minute. I heard him speaking in the background, "Boy, take a good look at my asshole, imagine how it will taste on your tongue, look carefully and think only about pleasuring my hole. After you lick up and down the crack of my ass start licking around the rim of my asshole. Use your tongue lightly, not too hard. Lightly, remember that. Then flick your tongue back and forth over it before you tongue fuck it. Now, start licking my ass crack, take a little taste." I inhaled deeply as his ass lowered slowly until the top of his crack was right over my mouth. "Go on, put out your tongue like I told you." My tongue snaked out, the warm, salty taste of ass-flesh seared my tongue. It was a taste like none I had ever encountered. Somehow the warmth of his ass-crack felt somehow comforting on my tongue as I cautiously licked a small area. His ass-flesh was smooth and soft I noted. The taste wasn't unpleasant but when I thought of his brown shit-hole farther down I shivered. My tongue went to work moving slowly back and forth as Ted began raising his ass into the air. My tongue was getting closer to his hole. His ass-cheeks deepened. I couldn't help it, I screamed out, "Noooo, I-I cant do it Sir." Look boy, you heard what I said. You're going to learn how to please a man's asshole whether you like it or not. In any case I'll enjoy it. Do you need to be forced to serve like a new slave or do you want to become the eager cocksucker you know you were born to be, your choice." I very tentatively snaked my tongue into his crack, not happy but resigned to obey him. I soon was darting the tip of my tongue around his asshole. The taste was bittersweet and burned my tongue a little. I swirled my tongue lightly as I had been instructed. Around and around the puckered, crinkled rim I licked, He arched his back and planted his ass ever more firmly firmly on my mouth. My tongue slid up and down over his brown shit hole and I could feel his soft, sensitive asshole flesh quiver slightly with pleasure. I was sucking and licking ass now like I was born to it. "That's it boy, slide your tongue inside, work it from side to side to get it in." I did as I was told, stiffened my tongue and pushed against his asshole. I could feel his hole relax and open. My tongue found the center and swirled in probing in and out of his asshole. "That's it boy, clean out my hole." As I licked his ass the excitement of what I was doing worked on my mind. The aroma between his legs was hot, a man's smell. No matter how much the idea had repulsed me at first I found that the more I tongued his asshole, the more turned on I got; I think it was the shear nastiness of it all. He abruptly turned over and motioned me to lick his balls. "Good boy, You've learned your first lesson pretty well but there are still a few things you need to know. The first is that your owners will usually be using your tongue as my toilet paper, it's so much warmer and softer. Also from now on whenever anyone enters or leaves a room you're to be on your knees at the door. It's a measure of respect and admiration for whomever it may be that lets you use your mouth between their legs, do you understand?" "Yes Sir, I understand" I said as he patted me on the head like you would pat a prized pet. The next day I was assigned to what the club referred to as "General Service duty." I knelt in the club's common area as members drank and watched sports on TV. My job had been well explained and I was alert and eager for my first task in service to the members. It wasn't long until an older man summoned me to his chair. "Urinal boy, crawl over here." Getting quickly onto my hands and knees I quickly crawled over in front of the Master's chair. I opened my mouth wide just as I had been instructed, fully prepared to serve as a urinal. The Master ignored me kneeling there with my mouth open and continued conversing with the women sitting next to him. He finally said "OK boy get to it, I need to piss" He opened his lounging robe and simply pulled my face into his crotch laying his cock on the flat of my tongue. My instructions had been to keep my mouth open until the piss stream started so I waited, slack jawed as the two of them watched me. The club member was deliberately waiting knowing that making a slave wait for His piss increased the humiliation inherent in the act. Finally unable to wait any longer he released his stream of piss into my mouth, his urinal's mouth. I closed my lips around the cockhead to form a seal and gulping rapidly, tried to swallow it down. I felt the warm liquid fill my mouth and as I had been taught looked him in the eye as my mouth filled and I flushed / gulped his warm piss down my gullet. It was humiliating and exciting to serve as a urinal. It was my place! If you like this story and would like to converse about new story lines or your thoughts and experiences send me an e-mail. I welcome erotic E-mail questions and conversation. E-mail me @ dodge1191@hotmail.com and list story review in the title line. This story is one of a series of Vignettes and I hope you enjoyed it.