Breaking of a Boy and the Training of a Bitch (The Story of How I came to be owned)
January 5 2007
It has been two weeks since I was last allowed to cum. Actually, it has been fifteen days since my Master played with my boydick and milked me. He feels it is good to keep his bitch hungry, and I am. Hungry to serve him again.
My name is Gene, although my owner has many names for his boy; of course boy is one of them. But he also calls me faggot, puppy or pup, pet, toy, cunt, cuntboy, cunthole, cocksucker, cocktoy, holeboy, assboy, piece, mine, property. He uses these when writing to me, speaking to me or about me to his friends. He also calls me "little man" because I am just 5'6" tall and weigh about 145lbs. As for the rest of me, I am 37 years old at the moment, have short brown hair just long enough for my Master to pull and hold on to as he's fucking my holes. My eyes are blue, I'm small framed, with freckles, lightly hairy with a little bit of facial hair.
My Master has made me keep my cunt shaved smooth and is making me wax it soon. Also, I will shave my face clean so that he may rub his cock all over it without any irritation. I love when he rubs his cock all over my face, smearing his precum around and coating me with it.
As for my Owner, his name is Ben. He is 38 years old, 6' tall, 160lbs, and very trim. He shaves his head and has blue grey eyes. He has just the right amount of body hair in all the places I like. And he has a big thick hefty cock that he makes me, or allows me, to worship. It is 8" long and 6" fat, although it feels even bigger when he is raping his bitch's holes with it. I'm still trying to train myself to take it to the balls down my throat. But he simply forces it to the hilt in my boypussy, making me take it regardless if it hurts. I've learned how to breath and accept that I am his hole.
We both live in San Francisco and met through an ad he placed on craiglist looking for a cocksucker. The day I answer the ad, I had no idea that more than a month later I would be his slave with him as the new focus in my life.
Before Ben claimed me, I was a lost boy. I knew I was meant to be owned, controlled and in need of training, but I hadn't found the right man to give myself to. While my submissive nature was craving to be used and treated like a piece of property, the boy side of me wanted to be loved and cared for in some ways like a boyfriend would treat me. I hadn't been able to find a man who wanted a boy to cuddle one moment and lend out to his friends the next. Let alone be attracted to the person physically and emotionally.
But the instant Ben walked through my front door expecting a blowjob, I felt an instant attraction. It was like my body had a physical reaction just from looking at him. I knew immediately I would do most anything he asked of me.
We had a very intense first meeting, with him inspecting me and fingering my hole for hours with my face buried in his lap. He seemed to like my hole as much as I loved his crotch, unable to get enough of his scent on my skin. We stopped to go get something to eat and he situated us so that he was able to have me sit next to him so he could put his arm around me. I cuddled against him and we held hands walking back to my flat.
Once he got me home, he started to treat me like his bitch again, eventually getting me naked on the floor with my ass up in the air so he could rape it with a dildo and get it opened up. Just before he left, he ripped the dildo out of my loosened hole and popped his own thick cock in briefly. As he left, I knew I wanted more of him.
I could, and probably will in another forum, write many pages explaining how he has used me since we met. But what I need to say now is how he has impacted me, how my life has changed since he acquired me. If you want more details, just email with your comments to encourage me to write more. sfboy2own@yahoo.com
As I said earlier, I was lost and honestly felt incomplete somehow. It was more than just a desire for companionship though, since I have friends for that. It was my need to be kept, owned and treated as property. To have a man that I loved and worshipped, control most every aspect of my life and certainly anything he wanted to control. I wanted to be trained to become the perfect, or near perfect, boy for a man that cared for me and who I trusted and wanted to get to know and grow with.
Over the last month and a half, my Master has shown me desires in myself I'd never known. I had a man once want me to serve him publicly and I resisted and didn't want to. But with Ben, I want him to put me on display. When we go to a bar, I will show my ass the instant he tells me to so he can finger my cunt for everyone to see. He has me trained to always keep a freshly shaved hole lubed with plenty of Crisco any time I am to be with him, as he will often reach his hand down the small of my back under my jeans to search out my cunthole and finger his boy wherever we might be, a store, the street, a restaurant.
Our connection and attraction seems to be equally shared, he collared me on our second date and I couldn't have imagined anything I wanted more. He is constantly telling me how much he adores me and wants to keep me and I can't get enough of him. I have been consumed by my desire to please him and be trained by him. He often talks of how he will eventually break me down and build me up to be what he wants, and I anxiously await the journey.
I have been away from him for two weeks now, on a trip I had already planned for the holidays. He had to take off my collar for the airport security and I miss it more than I ever would have imagined. As a substitute, he gave me a pair of his briefs with the scent of his meaty cock and balls. I have slept with them on my face every night.
During my trip, I wasn't allowed to cum since my owner has decided I should only cum in his presence from him either milking me or someone else he allows. One time, he was fucking me and made me cum without touching my boydick. Since that happened, he likes the idea that I should often only be allowed to cum like that, where is fucking my cunt and I orgasm like a woman would.
Since Ben has claimed me as his pet, my time should be spent on him as much as possible. Besides work and school, I ask his permission before making any plans. I should always be available if and when he wants me. And I want him to be in control of me. This weekend when I return he has several things planned for me, first being to provide him the service his slut is meant for.
But also, he will be locking me in a chastity device, and it is uncertain when he'll take it off to allow me to cum again. He likes the idea of keeping me constantly in heat. It's only been two weeks that he's kept me from release, I want to know my hunger after several months.
In addition to holding the key to the cockcage he'll lock on me, he will also have a key to my flat after this weekend. He should have full access to his property and I want to give this to him. This will prove my commitment to him and means I must always be ready to serve him. I will keep him informed of my daily schedule, so he knows when I am home or not. It excites my boycock to think he can drop in at anytime and expect me to always be lubed and naked for him. And if he happens to bring a friend with him, I should be sure to show what an obedient boy bitch he has so that he can be proud of me and want to show me off.
But even more than the physical control my Master is claiming, it is the mental impact he has had on me that has caught me unaware. I think about him constantly. I write him emails many times a day when I don't get to serve him. I have to stop myself because I don't want to bother him with too many messages, but I need to express my desire and hunger.
The day can't come soon enough when I am completely his and he has me broken. It seems our desires are perfectly matched. And he continues to expose me to new ways to serve that I find I want to experience. And this feeds new desires in my mind that I never had thought before. This is something fantastic that we seem to share, continually raising new ways for him to use his bitch. Life should never be dull serving my Master.
When he says he wants to break me and remake me, I want to have him be the sole focus and purpose in my life. Everything I do should be for him or obeying him or because he allows it. From what I wear, to what I buy, he should control every aspect of my life he wants, my diet, my exercise, my appearance, my behavior. Never before have I wanted to give up so much of myself, but I love and trust him more than I ever would have imagined in this short period of time.
He has shown me love and affection, companionship when I was sick and he cared for me, sexual desire like I've never known. I hunger to be locked in a kennel, kidnapped for a weekend, and fed a diet of only his piss and cum. I long to have him fuck me so his friends can watch, either live or over the web. Ever since he told me a friend offered him thirty bucks if my Master would pimp me out to him for a blowjob, I have only wanted to do the best cocksucking his friend ever experienced so that he could tell my Master how well I did.
Simply the fact that Ben, my owner, has taken pictures of me in various forms of service and has posted some pictures on his gaming boards, or showed hi friends, makes me want to do even more for him to show off what a good little bitch he owns.
The most exposed I've felt was during a night he took me to a party with his friend Bill. Master made me wear a buttplug with a rattle all night and he told people I'd be plugged. He made me rattle it for his friend and even made me pull down my pants at a bar to show my plugged hole. Anyone in the bar who might have been looking would have seen. I didn't care. I ended up sucking his cock on my knees in the front window.
I want to be his boy, body, mind and soul. I trust him implicitly, shown by the fact that he instructed me to take two pills a day and I've done it without question despite my curiosity regarding what they are for. If he wants to change my body chemistry, then he can and I want it. I want to be fed so much of his piss and cum constantly that I begin to smell of him and excrete him in my sweat. I want him to be every part of me.
He took me out one day and we bought a funnel. When we got home, he shoved the funnel in my cunt and made me position my ass up in the air so the funnel was upright. He then produced a condom filled with several days worth of his cumloads. He poured the condom into the funnel to fill his boy's hole so that he could then fuck me using his cum as lube. I want to always be filled with his seed.
All of these things and more are proof to me of what I am becoming. The passion I feel when I am with him, my mind constantly consumed by him, my every thought on how I can better serve him to earn the right to be his. He decides who I serve and how, if it will be solely him or others, it is his choice and I gladly obey. I am happy simply obeying his wished. And I am gradually beginning to realize I want people to know what I have found and the bliss that serving him brings me. I have never felt so much passion, contentment and excitement all at once.
As it is now, all I think about is his taste, his scent, how it feels when he controls me, puts me on display as his property. I want to give him everything and wear a permanent symbol someday of his ownership of me.
What has made me feel most like I am becoming his fag sub boy? Many things. I love when he humiliates me in certain ways, coating me in his piss, marking his property before taking me out for the night - the fact that I long to have him soak me like that. Him being in complete control of my boydick, my clit as he sometimes calls it, and me obeying his order of chastity even when he couldn't know if I'd cum. I would never want to willingly disobey his wishes. How I melt when he calls me his property, his pet, knowing that he has my number on his cell phone under cunthole with a picture of me sucking on his cock. How I want to know the feeling of him locking me away like a dog or having me put on a show for his friends or be their sextoy for the night at a party. These are all things that make me realize how he is bringing out the slut and sub boy in me.
One of the cutest things he has done so far was to write two words on the bottom of my feet - one on each sole. "owned" on one, "loved" on the other. I hope it is always that way. Because both are what I need as his slave. As much as everything else, even more, I love how he holds me against him, how we kiss and the way I tingle all over when I feel his mouth on mine. How it is more than sexual when I try to bury my face against him to breath in his smell, memorize it so that I can recall it when we are apart. If all he did was fuck me or treat me like a bitch, I wouldn't be happy. It is the tenderness that is mixed in, that has me bound to him and makes it impossible for me to think of being anything other than his boy. I love him.