Awaiting your comments and suggestions. Give this bull a holler and let him know if you are still reading this fantasy. I'd like to hear from a few Masters to see if little Joey is turning them on. I am hearing from some real sweet pees all worked up wishing they were Joey boy. Hey Sweet Ones, keep your lust flowing for what Master Jake could be doing to you too. It is fantasy time! OK! Remember, practice safe sex guys, you dolls too. Comments and suggestions to the Master. bertcarley@goldrush.com
Cub Boy Training - Part 3: The Little Snoops Punishment
Damn, how could it be Friday again already ran through my mind as I rushed to arrive at Master Jake's stoop by 9am? The walk without a jock or briefs under my sweats had done a number on me with that butt plug shoved up my ass. I stood there awaiting his response after pushing the doorbell with a full-fledged boner tenting my sweatpants. Then I noticed a note pined to the door. It read, "Had to leave, back in about an hour. Door unlocked. Go in, clean up, do your exercises." I thought it odd he would leave the front door unlocked, but went in and did as the note read, pulling the note off the door as I entered. I pushed the button so the door would lock behind me.
After I did the usual, getting nude, clean and washed, I got bold and went through the house looking into all the rooms. The house was bigger than I realized. I entered the master suite on the main floor. It was huge with a big walk in closet; master bath with a Jacuzzi tub a big clear glass enclosed stall shower. One full wall was bookshelves full of books and a reading table and overstuffed chair. I looked behind a big door and found a huge walk in closet bigger than most bedrooms. There were expensive clothing lined up on hangers lined up on a poll down one wall. Across from it were a combination of leather biker gear and boots. The back wall was mostly military clothing. I thumbed through the leather and military clothing and realized he must be a retired officer in the Marines. He definitely was in to leather. There were four dress uniforms with a Full Colonel Bird on the lapel and medals pinned all over them. There were just as many fatigue uniforms. I thought, "Master Jake must be a retired Marine Full Bird Colonel. I bet he can tell some good war stories!"
Sure enough, when I went across the hall and entered his office, den, computer room, the walls covered with pictures of him and other military officers. Some, obviously taken in Vietnam, some in other foreign countries, other's here in the states. There were even pictures of him getting awards pinned to his uniform by dignitaries of the US Government. There were trophies and plaques everywhere. I noticed the screen on his computer had a screen saver program running of an aquarium full of swimming fish. I turned right to that beautiful flat 19inch screen in vivid colors. I was fascinated, no, awe struck! Having an old clunker laptop, this gear was state of the art, everything, including a digital camera, scanner, cam and two printers. I was a computer buff myself. I immediately plopped my bare ass in his plush leather chair and started to scan his directories to see what he had in this baby. It was loaded with programs, even all the expensive Adobe Photo software. I then started looking at his document files. Most were on military stuff, letters, etc.
Then I stumbled upon the cream de la cream. I checked out his history folders and found he spent a lot of time on Kink, S&M, and leather sites on the Internet. I checked out the picture sub directories he had set up and found them all categorized into type of pictures. He was definitely into young boys, had pictures of him and other guys all in leather or fatigues playing sex games with young guys. Most the Cubs were from 14 to 25. There were a few, obviously taken in Vietnam of boys 6 to 12, all pre-adolescents having things done to them by adult males in the nude. All of those young boys looked mixed raced - white and oriental or black and oriental. Some were quite beautiful, cute little tikes with big smiles across their faces, looking at the camera. As I clicked through the many pictures, I realized that all these kids were in an orphanage somewhere in Vietnam. The more I looked, the racier the pictures became. Guys were fondling, petting, nibbling and poking fingers in the little guys. A few of the pictures were of both oral and anal sex with the little guys. Even those pictures indicated big smiles on the boys' faces. It turned me on just looking at the size of the dicks on some of the guys that these kids were servicing. A couple of black guys had huge monster dicks that really caught my eye. I had heard that black guys have big dicks, and these pictures certainly confirmed that as fact. I thought, "What would something that big feel like up inside me!" I sat and admired those big black dicks for quite awhile, then moved on looking for more. I was hard and oozing pre-cum all over the Master's leather swivel chair as I completed previewing that picture folder. I cleaned up my mess with my fingers and put it to my tongue. I moved on to folders of his military pictures.
I lost all sense of time snooping in his computer files. Suddenly I felt Master Jake's hand on my shoulder. I was looking at pictures of him receiving ribbons in his full dress uniform by a General in Vietnam. Startled, I knew I was in big trouble, though he never caught me in the Boy files! He never said a single word about what I was looking at on the screen. As I turned my head and looked up at him, his eyes said it all! He mumbled something under his breath and told me to return the computer to the desktop mode. When I had done that he pulled the chair back and spun it around and around until I was not able to focus my eyes at him when he brought the chair to a stop. The spinning in my head continued. He kept mumbling to himself under his breath. He then grabbed me, lifted me to my feet and gave me a quick kick that sent me spinning to my knees on the carpet. He grabbed me by the ponytail and my arm, lifted me so I was tip-e-toe. He guided and directed me with him out of the room, down the stairs and into the dungeon. Had he not a good hold of me, I would have tumbled down those stairs I was so dizzy. He was still in his street clothing.
He had me tied, gagged and suspended, dangling by my two wrists very quickly as I lifted so just the balls of my feet were touching the cold cement floor. He spun me around until I was dizzy again and my eyes could not even focus on him. He pulled the butt plug from me and greased up a monster dildo and rammed it up my ass, plugged it into that electrical connection and let it rip. Next came the nipple clamps, this time attached with electrical connections that he connected to another box under the table. He put a metal band down over my cock and squeezed my two balls into it until it fit snuggly and hooked another electrical connection to it that led down to that same box under the table. He flipped another switch and my whole body convulsed. Electrical shocks of varying intensity started working my balls and my two nipples. I never knew what was going to be shocked next or with what intensity. The pain was intense one moment, less maybe on the next. Tears fell from my eyes, as he turned and left me hanging there with that dildo working against my hot spot, went up the stairs, turned off the lights, closed the door and he was gone. This left me in total darkness to deal with my punishment and feel the pain.
I tried to break loose first unsuccessfully. Then I tried to scream and shout the pain was so intense when a large volt electric shock hit my cock and balls. The dildo kept getting me excited, but the electric shock kept making my cock go limp when the big ones hit. Gradually I settled down and just let my mind go empty and began to hum as I did the morning before. Things began to change as a warm feeling surged through my nipples, then my cock got hard and the warmth spread to my balls. Each time the electric shock zapped my nipples I moaned with pleasure. Each time it zapped my cock and balls at the base, my cock bounced and pre-cum oozed from my piss hole. Before long I burned with lust, loving everything except the inability to stand and take the weight off my arms and wrists that were now numb. I was hard, oozing, but for some reason, I could not get off, regardless of how good it felt. I needed the Master to take me as he did yesterday. I prayed he would return soon. My muffled sounds kept repeating "Master Jake! Master Jake! Please! Oh Please Master Jake," as I continued to hum.
I must have had my eyes closed, or out of it, as I felt hands rubbing up and down over my sweating body. When my mind registered the feelings and warmth of hands, I realized it was my Master at my side. He was dressed in his Marine khakis, boots and all, even the hat with the Colonel's eagle attached. He held his crop in one hand and kept rubbing it up and down over my cock, lifting, poking, and prodding, watching it jump with excitement at his return. It still was oozing pre-cum and he leaned over, pinched off a stringer and put it to his lips. "Quite a puddle of pre-cum on the floor here boy for you to lap up when I'm done with you today. You have been a very bad boy and are going to be punished accordingly." He turned off the electrical current to the nipples and the cock and ball devices and removed them. He also turned off the vibrating dildo and removed the electric connection, but left it lodged up inside me. I was free to swing and spin again. He started spinning me again. My ability to focus on him diminished. When I was able to focus on him again, he grabbed a black leather cat-of-nine-tails and started softly rubbing and fondling me with it. Then he began lightly striking me, from shoulders down to my ankles, both front and back.
"You like this now boy, but wait until you get a good taste of this Cat. He increased the intensity of his punishment until he was administering very harsh blows all over me. It stung more than it hurt; however, even the stings began to take their toll on me. First my skin burned, and then it seemed to be on fire. I tried to go back into a nice feeling of warm pleasure, but it did not happen for me as before.
"Oh sir, please stop! I can not take it Sir! My skin is burning! Please stop!"
"Cub Boy, this I administer as punishment, not pleasure upon your body so you will remember forever what you did without my permission today. Next time I catch you snooping, more severe punishment than this today will be forthcoming. You earned no pleasure today from me boy! Little snoops do not deserve pleasure from their Masters. Now take it like a man boy, stop your sniveling!" His punishment continued until he decided I had enough. I felt like my skin had tightened up over my muscles and was going to split open. There was not one ounce of pleasure and I was just hanging like a slab of slaughtered beef. My cock hung flaccid as he lowered me, removed the chain and pushed me to the floor. "Clean up your cock dribbles boy - with your tongue!" My drippings were cold, horrible tasting off the cement floor. I gagged them down. He then ushered me into the bathroom, stood me in the shower stall and forced me to my knees.
I started to scream into my gag as he directed his cock at me. He started spraying his hot piss all over me from head to toe front and back. Words can not describe the pain as his piss covered my body running down over my reddened body. It felt like an acid bath, burning and biting into me. "That's the worst part boy! On your feet now boy!" He pulled the restraints, the gag from me, then the big dildo and sat them on the sink. "Shower, clean this equipment and put it away in the locker. Your butt plug is on the sink there clean it up too and put it back up your boy cunt and go upstairs and meet me in the office for your instructions."
I did exactly as he had instructed. He was waiting, still in his uniform, sitting in the big leather swivel chair I had sat in earlier in front of his computer. "Come here son and sit on my lap, we need to have a talk!" Still nude, I climbed up into his lap and leaned back against his warmth. He ran his hands up and down over my body as he turned us around facing the computer. "Now show me what you were looking at on the computer boy. Go back through all the stuff you looked at boy." My mind was churning, the wheels were spinning, wondering if I should let him know if I looked at his kinky stuff, especially the young kids in Vietnam that were being molested. I figured he already knew, probably had a program that tracked what files were opened most recently in a log. I decided I best show him everything I previewed. Otherwise, I knew I would get another session of punishment today. I repeated my basic tour of his computer. When I got to the good stuff, I could feel his dick getting hard under me, through the material of his uniform. He obviously turned on, reliving each encounter in his mind. He began to nibble, caress, and pet my nude body. His hot breath was at my ear whispering details about each picture as I continued to click through the pictures. He took my cock and balls in his hand and slowly massaged until I was rubbing my ass over his hardness. Every once in awhile he would let out a low, masculine groan and his dick would twitch and throb under me. He was obviously in a world of his own as I took him back to days past. Suddenly he stiffened! I felt his cock pulsate and explode against my bottom. The moisture immediately soaked his britches and dampened my moons as he jacked me to a climax. He caught my load in his other hand, then fed it to me and said.
"Those were the good old days son! Wish I could be back there again now with my men. I have you now Joey Schmidt! I love you son! Don't disappoint me and I'll make you very happy. Once we get you trained and use to my love making, my life will be complete again!" He turned my head and kissed me very passionately right on the lips. I felt that moment, I too loved my Master Jake, and I could love him forever, even if he was a bit kinky. "You like me boy don't you?" It was a question I had no difficulty answering.
"Yes Master Jake! I like you very much Sir, even if you are kinky and scare me sometimes! I like having sex with you, especially when you are inside me Sir! You make me feel so warm and passionate, just wonderful all over!"
"You have any friends yet your age in the city boy that you ever visit or stay with on weekends? I would like to have you spend tomorrow night with me boy, but you would have to tell a lie to your Grandma so she does not know you were here. Would you be able to do that boy? I want to show you off to some friends of mine that are coming to dinner tomorrow night!"
I only know three boys so far Sir - one next door, two further down the street. The one next door is quite young, just a kid, about 8 maybe. The other two are older, about my age, but I've never gotten too close to them yet. However, I can sneak out at night as grandma is usually in bed by 7pm every night. She takes sleeping pills and is out all night, but gets up with the chickens, around 6am. Would that work Master? I have to be home by then and in bed when she calls me for breakfast at 7am."
"That might work boy, I'll plan dinner at 7:30pm then. You call me if you cannot be here by then and make sure grandma is asleep before you leave. Be careful boy! I'll leave the back door unlocked. You sneak in, clean yourself up and put on the clothing I set out for you in the bathroom and then come join me in the kitchen where I will be most likely. I will not see you until tomorrow evening boy! Get dressed and off you go. That's all for today unless you want to sniff my pits or something before you leave."
"Oh can I Sir! Oh yes please! He opened his shirt, slipped it off and put his arms up and I turned around, sat back in his lap facing him again. We were face to face, as I buried my nose in his pit and entered the twilight zone licking, sniffing and inhaling his wonderful scent. I loved his taste today. He tasted like salted almonds." After I did the other pit and worked on his nipples for awhile, he lifted me to my feet, handed me a card with his phone number and cell number printed in his handwriting. "You want me to clean you up sir, you're all messy and wet in the crotch?"
"No boy, I'll take care of that. Take this with you boy, call if anything comes up and you can't make it tomorrow evening." He patted me on the ass, sent me off to dress and leave for the day. After I was dressed and just starting to exit the door he appeared and said, "Keep the butt plug in son. Tomorrow evening then - soon after 7pm as you can get here!" He gave me a big hug and I was off.
The following morning I rose as usual. Tried to keep busy helping grandma clean the house and do the laundry for us both. When I completed my yard chores, time was getting close to noon. After lunch, I walked around the Marina enjoying the afternoon sun, feeding the ducks and wondering what my Master Jake was doing. I moseyed bye his house and stood across the street for awhile just yearning to be with him. I knew better, but never the less lingered for a spell before I headed back to the pond and watched the ducks for awhile. I strolled down the trail and around the "Legion of Honor" kicking stones and thinking about what to expect this evening with his friends. I just happened to run into a big black guy jogging along the trail. He was tall, black and stunning. He was dripping wet with perspiration. He had his sweatshirt off, knotted around his neck and draped down his back. I just stared at him as he passed. He was awesome. I wasn't thinking and had my eyes glued to him, especially his dick bouncing in his sweatpants as he passed. He smiled and continued down the trail. Looking at him, my mind slipped back to looking at those pictures yesterday of those black dicks I had drooled over on the Master's computer. I spun around and my eyes followed him as he continued for about thirty feet, spun around running backwards and looked back at me. He stopped and stared back at me smiling, big white teeth glistening in the sun. He stretched his arms up in the air a couple of times, then walked slowly back to me and cupped his crotch with his left hand as he stood there looking me over. He looked around to see if anyone else was coming down the trail, then looked back up into my eyes. My eyes glued to watching what he was doing with his dick, now jetting out massaged by his huge hand. When I finally looked back up into his eyes, he smiled and gave me a head nod to follow him. He headed into a dense growth of underbrush along the trail and I followed right on his heals.
Well into the thicket he stopped, turned around, lowered his sweatpants and out popped this huge black uncut monster dick, dripping with pre-cum, sweat glistening off it, in a bush of black curly hair. He stroked it a couple of times and then stood there looking at me. He never said a word, just shook it at me, rutting from the waist. "Come on kid, isn't this what you wanted white boy! Get down here and suck it boy!" A big stringer was hanging from his piss hole and waiving in the air as I dropped to my knees in front of him and rubbed my nose in his crotch hair and inhaled his scent. His pre-cum instantly attached to my chin and neck, the stringer leaving a trail down my sweatshirt. "Well, kid are you going to suck it?"
"Oh sorry Sir, I was just enjoying your strong scent Sir!" I took one last deep breath of him then licked the under shaft of his shaft scooping up pre-cum right up to the bulbous head. I have never seen anything so huge as his mushroom appeared at this close proximity. It still had a portion of the foreskin attached, not quite pulled completely back off the glands. A couple of more licks and it popped out for clear viewing. I just stared at it for a moment wondering if I could get this in over my tongue.
"Come on kid, I'm waiting! Do your thing!" He pushed a finger into my mouth, ran it back and forth spreading my mouth open gathering moisture from my tongue and spread it back and forth over my lips. The next thing I knew his dick head was on my lips rubbing dribbles of his pre-cum over my lips, nose and cheeks. Next, he started feeding his dick into my mouth, pushing it over my tongue and to the back of my throat. It was big, but seemed semi-hard, pliable. It therefore curved and slid right past my gag center and down my throat without a problem. When his pubes were against my lips, my throat muscles locked and I tried to swallow. I could feel it continue to grow and spread my throat. He pulled back, gave me air, then plunged back in again. He continued this slowly until suddenly he started to increase his speed. It made my gag center waiver and my throat muscles started to play a tune on his big dick. He moaned pleasure, as my throat convulsed around his manhood. Suddenly he stiffened, pulled his dick from my throat and released a load of cream over my tongue. I could hardly swallow fast enough to keep up with the quantity his ejaculation was depositing. His juice began to dribble from the corners of my mouth and run down my chin. He pulled from me, wiped his dick dry on my sweatshirt, pulled up his sweats and was gone, leaving me still on my knees in the bushes. I noticed a gold band on his left hand as he left.
I knelt there on my knees for a bit savoring the smell and taste of him that filled my head. I was proud of myself to have consumed something so very large all the way down my throat. I think it was the fact that he never really got rock hard until the very last that made it possible. I thought, "What a dick on that black man, my very first too." I got to my feet and headed back up the trail feeling more lustful than ever, especially with that butt plug working in me. Thank goodness I was wearing a jock or my dick would be forming a circus tent in my sweats. By the time I reached home, my dick was pounding for release. I took a shower, let cold water flow over my dick and balls until I was flaccid, then crawled on top of the bed and dropped off to sleep. When I awoke, it was going on to 5pm, almost dinnertime. I dressed and went downstairs and helped grandma in the kitchen finish the preparations, then set the table and we ate. I ate lighter than usual and of course; she noticed and asked if I was ill or feeling well. I convinced her I was just fine and I cleaned up as usual, as she put leftovers in containers into the refrigerator.
We watched the Six o'clock news together. By 7pm, she was on her feet headed for her bedroom and bath as usual. I wasted no time in peeking in on her every so often until I could see she was covered and asleep. I was off for the Masters house by 7:10, walking in his back door and cleaned up by 7:30. He had a military fatigue pant folded on the sink counter. As I put it on, I noticed it sewed together with snaps running down the sides and crotch. A couple of quick tugs at the waistline would remove it quickly. They fit perfectly, a bit tight in just the right spots, but were very comfortable against my bare skin. That was all I found to wear, except a pair of dog tags on a chair, which had my name, Joe Schmidt stamped on the tag.
I entered the kitchen where the Master was preparing dinner. He glanced over at me and licked his lips. He motioned me to come to his side and he said, "You look sensational boy - as a real Marine Cub Boy. He was dressed in a clean Marine set of fatigues with his Colonel Bird on the lapel and another Division pin on the opposite lapel. He was wearing an apron, which looked a bit funny in that uniform. He quickly removed the apron and sat it aside. "Teddy Boy I am going to take you in now and introduce you to my friends. They are all military men, dressed similar to us. I want you on your best behavior! You must call them all Sir and if they want to touch or fondle you, you just let them do it boy. As I introduce you to each gentlemen, you step up, stand at attention in front of each, salute and wait for him to dismiss you." He showed me exactly what he meant, coming to attention, saluting, then coming to parade rest in front of me. "Now you do it to me boy!" I must have done it right the first time, except I came to parade rest before he gave me the command. He corrected me, had me do it again correctly, then led me into the living room where four men, some older, some younger were sitting chatting.
All eyes fell on me as we entered the room. He ushered me up in front of the oldest guy first that I noticed happened to be wearing two stars on his lapel. Master Jake came to attention and said, "Sir, I present my latest Cub Boy Joey Schmidt to you for inspection!" My master gave me a little nudge with his foot and I stepped up in front of him at attention, gave him the salute and awaited his response. The general smiled and said, "My Colonel, you certainly know how to pick out the blond beauties son! At ease soldier, you too Colonel!" He ran his hands through my golden locks, then down over my face, neck, took me by the shoulders and gave me a big hug as his hands grasp my ass cheeks and squeezed them tightly in his palms. He loosened the top snap on my fatigues, ran his hand down and squeezed my balls and cock. I began to get hard in his palm. When I was hard, he released my dick and pulled his hands back out and commented. "Very nice, very nice indeed Colonel. The Boy is hung very well indeed!" The general looked down at my tenting, smiled again, looked up into my eyes and asked. "Has he completed his training yet Colonel!"
"No Sir, he has a couple of weeks to go yet Sir! He is a quick learner, very responsive to anal play and seems to take to domination well." The general pinched my nipples a couple of times, smiled at my reaction, the said, "Dismissed!" I was moved from one officer to the next, each doing similar things to me as I was inspected by them. There was the General, another Colonel, a Major and a Captain, all officers. The general was in good shape, but well into his 60's. He was very good looking too. Hell, they all were good looking, in shape and very sexy in their military uniforms. My dick stayed on hard just looking at them. The other Colonel and the Captain were especially attractive, black hair, muscled, and I found myself following their every movement. I could see a huge dick pressed against their fatigues lying against their left thighs. They obviously wore boxers. The Colonel kept rubbing his crotch every time he saw me looking at him.
Master Jake made more drinks for them and had me deliver them to each officer, then excused himself and returned to the kitchen. They took their pleasure touching and rubbing me, squeezing my ass and cock each time I came near one of them. I was eating up this attention, made a point of following the Colonel or the Captain around the room as they talked, roamed the room, picking at finger food laid out on a sideboard. Both guys had wet spots forming on the thigh of their fatigues. Master Jake came back in the room and told them the food was set out on the sideboard in the dinning room, as this was going to be a buffet tonight.
The General led the way! Soon all seated eating. The Master had instructed me to stand at the buffet and serve them when they wanted additional food or drink. They each knew how to give orders, and I fetched and brought them additional items as they commanded. When they were all finished eating, Master Jake told me to clean off the table, take all the food off the buffet and set it on the table in the kitchen. He joined his friends in the living room and kept an eye on my progress. When I was finished, he told me I could take my meal in the kitchen. He eventually joined me in the kitchen and we worked together putting the food away and loading the dishwasher. He never started it, just closed the door behind the mess. He had me wash up the dirty spots on the counters, stove and table, then wash up my hands and face.
He took me by the arm, pulled me to him and smiled. "You did well soldier, now let's go in and entertain our guests and see what they really like about my little Cub." As we reentered the living room he took me right to the General and said. "General, would you like to hold my little Cub, he is wearing a butt plug and really likes the smell and taste of men. He likes to be fondled Sir, but still has a feather trigger, so you will have to be careful or you could be sprayed! We are working on that Sir!"
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