Slave Training Vignettes

Training The Submissive, Book #1

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The eager Trainee:

I scurried out to the Master's bedroom; it was time to wake him. I knelt down next to the bed and gently peeled back his covers. Master liked to have his balls licked as he woke up. I always licked the ball sweat in his crotch nice and clean before I began sucking his cock. The underside of my Master's balls are very sensitive and I licked them gingerly loving the musky, nasty taste. My tongue lifted them up as I licked and felt those big, beautiful balls rubbing on my nose. I then began a nice, slow suck using my lips to massage his big cock. Master was awake now and pushing himself off the bed; he pulled my face down deep onto his cock just once then pulled me off and stumbled into the bath. This gave me the time to ruminate on how I had been contracted out to service this man.

Remembering back to my training:

I remembered back to how it all started. I was just another of those lost young men who hadn't yet come fully to term with his sexuality. I was on my own and work was hard to get. I had recently stumbled into a video-store that had a glory hole in one of the booths. I was both elated and scared but as I looked through the hole I saw a guy slowly jacking his cock in the next booth. My first thought was to get the hell out of there but the stronger urge to service that big, dripping cock took over as I knelt down and put my mouth against the hole in the plywood. I sucked him off like his cock was the tastiest thing ever to hit my mouth; I had to admit to myself that it felt just wonderful. The cummy taste in my mouth was a reminder of what I had just done as I headed out.

When I left the video store the guy was waiting for me. He introduced himself as Mike and actually invited me for a sandwich at a diner down the street. To this day I don't quite know why I accepted although I was hungry. I related that I was new in town and needed to find work soon before my money ran out. Over a second cup of coffee he outlined what he called an opportunit6y for me.

Mike was sympathetic as he said, "It must be hard to be alone and out of work; I can see that you were very hungry. I can help you if you've got an open mind. I recruit for an organization that could use some new employees and I think you might fit the bill. You just sucked my cock and did it with an eagerness that I find admirable. The question is simple; do you want a nice paying job that I think fits your personality or not. Our organization is like a co-op with people who are both clients and owners."

I had to chuckle to myself with the shear absurdity of this calm job offer from a man who had just filled my mouth with his cum. "I'm very interested, tell me more I replied."

He slyly smiled as he said, "I thought you would be interested. Our group provides personal servants to well off individuals that enjoy being pampered. These boys perform a very personal service; it's much like a barber or pedicurist. We typically assign a Girl or Guy to an outcall for a two week to two month contract period. The client can be either a single women or man or a couple. The service providers we recruit are people like you who are naturally docile and eager to please. Our clients are well-off, demanding and used to being serviced by eager submissives. I think that's you; I think you're one of those guys who really is happiest when he's pleasing someone. Quite a few of our clients want a male servant simply because the humiliation factor is higher and that's fun. The only question left is whether you want to get paid for it?"

I didn't take more than a minute to answer, "Yes Sir, I'm very interested in how this all works; I certainly could use the money."

With just a slight chuckle he continued, "If I've read you right the money won't be the main reason you'll fit right into our organization. That brings up a major question for you to ponder; you've sucked my cock so we know you're a cocksucker but how do you feel about being a personal slave? It's very likely that you'll be contracted out to a man who wants the full service that slave holders in antiquity enjoyed. The question is are you just an average gay guy or are you a real submissive who gets off on letting himself go and just sinks into his role of personal slave. Think about it; are you a person who just wants to service a man regardless of what the task is? It's an important question. There's no question that you'll spend a lot of time serving in the bathroom and licking ass."

I had to think about it; what was the real reason I sought out guys to suck off? Was I interested in cock or interested in the humiliation of servicing a guy's cock? In the end I had to admit that what I enjoyed was the humiliation of it all and that it would actually be more intense if I thought of myself as owned by a guy. Kinda being consigned and having to service him would certainly provide the intense feelings of submission that I needed. As I said "Yes Sir, that's what I want." After I actually spoke and admitted this to myself I felt just a little freer.

Mike smiled his I know what you are smirk and said, "You've taken a big step here son; it's not easy to come to terms with who and what you are. I've got the perfect guy for you; he knows exactly how he wants to be served and isn't afraid to demand it of his servants. Even more important, in the past he's enjoyed breaking in a new sub. You've got a lot to learn and this first contract will get you on the right road. The contract is for three months as a houseboy. You'll be paid $12,000 at the end. Like all of our organization's dealings they promise you no permanent harm. Actually our group enjoys the use of girls and boys who want to serve; few of our customers want to have to continually force their servants. A docile, natural submissive is much more fun to lead into the degradation they need. Just sign here."

Of course I signed with a surprisingly shaky hand; this was a very big step. I was all in now and I guess in my heart of heart I felt relieved to be free of the search for myself. I was provided with a train ticket and an address; I was quite literally on my way and continually considered just what I was on my way to.

The trip ended a full day of travel at a very large, stone wall around a huge house. I didn't have any time after I knocked to think about much before I was on his way through the door and into a dimly lit, plush office study. A tall man motioned me to my knees with a flourish of hands. The man was on a phone and talking about a vacation; he just ignored me for a few minutes. He was well over six feet with a little paunch, reddish hair and about 45 years old.

As I looked around I could see that the large study was full of dark walnut panels and carpets that seemed as thick as a baby's crib mattress, plush indeed. The man hung up and said. "Well, well, you're a little early; let's take a look at my new boy. You're kind of a scrawny little guy aren't you? That's just the way I like them, skinny, submissive and docile."

The man who I assumed was to be my new Master had me get off my knees and stand up. He was smiling broadly as he spoke, "My name is Kyle but you're to call me Sir."

He was wearing a tan, silk bath robe and had a cocktail in his hand. I was astonished when he fixed me one too. We sat down facing each other in wide leather chairs and talked about things like the weather and my trip to his house. As we made small talk his robe gradually parted and his large genital package became quite visible, I couldn't stop looking and he made no attempt to shield them from my eyes. He was very well hung, as the saying goes and his circumcised cock wasn't totally soft yet it wasn't fully erect either. It had to be almost 6" long and it was of sizable girth also. There's something quite erotic about a long, half-hard penis! His balls were full, low hanging and pink with that reddish complexion common to Scotch, English heritage. I tried to avoid looking at the display of his magnificent equipment, but it was difficult to not occasional glance at his big prong; I had to admit I was a bit jealous; I only had a quite slender 4" prick and much smaller balls.

My thoughts were interrupted; Sir had resumed talking. "I realize that when you're just starting out it takes an act of courage to admit just what you are. You indicated in your application profile that you were really quite inexperienced and had just started sucking cock; you needn't worry, I'll teach you. This training will be rigorous and will probably confuse you at times. I want you to know that contrary to what you might expect from a Master, you can bring any questions you might have to me and I will do my best to help you understand. There's a stigma that comes with being a cocksucker but you'll come to understand that cocksucker's fill a valuable place in male hierarchy. I want you to keep in mind that every male falls into one of two groups; he is either straight or homosexual. If he's homosexual he's either dominant or submissive. Every one of the dominant bunch has one thing on his mind. A dominant male is always thinking about having a warm, wet mouth to stuff his cock in.

The submissive male on the other hand lives to be dominated and humiliated. He's ready to hand control over his life to a real man or Master. He rightly feels his place is on his knees before a man's crotch. A true sub-boy fights a constant urge to service a man's cock with his mouth. Boys like you want to please the cock's owner by showing him how low he will go to bring pleasure to the cock. Cock will always rule the cocksucker's life whether he knows or acknowledges it or not."

"You should know that our little organization was started by some wealthy people that only 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 eager, happy submissives made much better cocksuckers. 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're servicing and are excited by the shear humiliation of it all. A boy like you, well 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 urge from controlling your entire life. Fighting it will only cause you misery and discontent. You'll 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 right, smack into 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. The thoughts of cock and balls to serve certainly made me excited.

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 a slave boy.

"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 only think of the cock in their mouth or the ass crack they have to lick; your owners crotch becomes the center of your existence. Let's see what you look like now."

It's very embarrassing to strip naked while a man you've just met watches you. My stiff little cock gave me away; I was very excited, there was no hiding it. Sir got up and slowly circled me. He had me clasp my hands behind my head and open my mouth as he pushed his fingers into it. Without thinking I ran my tongue over his fingers feeling more like a slave boy than ever. He cupped my balls and laughed at my little cock calling it more of a cockette. I was told to bend over and spread my ass cheeks; it couldn't be more humiliating, I guessed that that was the actually the idea as he commented on my little ass-bud and how it would need stretching. Finally I was directed to kneel in front of him as he sat down.

"You have to understand that I'm used to being pampered and expect the best; I'll be patient with you but you will service me the way I desire, whenever I desire. You've said you want to learn to be a personal slave. You'll find that it's actually very personal and if you're able to let yourself go and free your mind you'll find that you fit in perfectly.

Did you know that the ruling class in the 14th century had what they called "cock-tenders)? I think you'll fit into that role. There's no romance with me here; I tell you what to do and you obey me. Right now I want you licking my balls as we talk; I bet your also wondering just how my big cock will feel in your throat, will you be able to accommodate it? You're in a situation now that is just what you want and you'll get lots of the cocks you've dreamed of to scratch that need. It's all very simple if you think about it; there are people born to be served and others born to serve. You know what you are and what'll make you happy. Why don't you take just my cockhead in your mouth and just suckle it now?"

His cockhead was thick and stretched my mouth as it entered through my lips. It felt good.

"Many of my friends enjoy having a boy like you visit their home or business to service them and of course you'll find the mystery and anticipation of a blind date with another alpha male owner exciting. I keep referring to myself and friends as owners and it's true; the members of our organization own you just as if they had purchased you at a slave market. You'll be a possession like furniture or a prized pet. "

His big, purplish cockhead stretched my mouth out but it did feel good to be swishing my tongue around it. Sir grabbed the side of my head and pulled me off his cock as he said, "you'll get more cock in a minute, right now I want you to get used to my crotch, its feel and smell. Get in close and sniff my balls, use your nose to lift them and look at the skin under them. Just get used to your owner's essence and think about your role as my cocksucker. It's what you've always wanted to be."

It felt strange to slowly sniff and gaze upon his cock and balls; usually I just plunged right in and sucked on it. Sir's crotch had that musty, sweet, sour locker room odor, very manly, I liked it.

Sir said, "there's nothing that quite smells like man-crotch to a boy like you, take a big whiff, smells good to you eh?"

The scent was actually intoxicating to me as I snaked my nose farther into his crotch and up under his balls.

"Sir was getting a bit inpatient as he spoke, "I know you've sucked a man's cock before and I'm sure you think you're good at it but in my house we like to train boys in the fine art of cock-worship. There's a ritual involved that once you learn it will bring your skill level to that of art. You know our little organization isn't interested in beating our boys into submission; it's much better to train a docile boy to willingly serve his betters; an eager cocksucker sucks so much better. We'll start pretty much at the beginning. It's time for me to show you just where you fit into the big picture. It'll be a little uncomfortable for you but at the end of the day you'll be a master cocksucker. I'll fasten your hands behind your back only because that'll make it more difficult for you to perform but it reinforces just where you fit in the house hierarchy and always concentrates a slave boy on his most important role."

My new Master fully opened his robe showing his entire crotch and that magnificent hard cock. "This is your real Master, serving the cocks of alpha males was what you were born for if you're a true submissive slave. I think it's what you've been seeking your entire life. Go ahead lick the head, let's see your tongue boy."

I stuck out my tongue and gently ran it across that soft, purplish cock head.

"Consider this as another little test boy, you'll find it quite a bit more difficult to blow me without using your hands, let's see how you do."

I leaned in and felt that now familiar feeling as the rubbery cockhead entered my mouth and with my wrists cuffed behind me.

"For now just nurse on the cockhead, without your hands you're helpless in front of your owner; this should free you to serve his needs without any question, you have no choice, get used to it."

He was right I felt free and also much more like a slave completely under my Master's control. The freedom to service him without choice or thought did seem to free me.

"Think about it as you suck my cock, once you're on your knees you are owed no real consideration or respect from the man using you for his pleasure. The fact is He's a real man and you're but a slave cocksucker, an object of pleasure, a thing. A lot of cocksuckers wish that they were not what they are and many try to deny the reality of it but a true submissive will revel in his humiliation. Slave Cocksuckers might look like men, after all, they have a dick between their legs like men, and they act like men sometimes except when it comes to sex. But a cocksucker's dick is only for pissing. He needs another man's cock to obtain the pleasure normal males get from their own cocks. So you surrender yourself to your owner in order to be fulfilled. You kneel and submit to your superior offering yourself for his pleasure. If he takes you up on your offer, you get the supreme honor of sucking his cock and finally feeling sexually whole while he uses you."

He was right, on my knees sucking gently on his cock reinforced my role here, I was just an object like a chair or sink, to be used and forgotten.

Sir continued, "Slave cocksuckers exist only to use their mouth cunt to give men pleasure. You drew the short straw in life, you're a cocksucker, not quite fully a man and you belong on your knees servicing your owner. It's indeed your lot. Obviously you've reached the point where you know what you are--a submissive cocksucker. You're really just a way for a real man to enjoy his prick; A means to an end, indeed a cunt with a tongue."

"At our club the ladies will use you as a bidet lapping a man's cum out of their cunt until it's nice and clean. If you're very lucky the lady might piss in your mouth. In any event you'll feel your best when your mouth is full of cum or piss and your owner smiles and gives you a pat on the head."

It's difficult to describe the thoughts that his very frank assessment of my position triggered. I was angry, excited and accepting, all at the same time. In any event I continued sucking on his cock head, like a baby on a binky; this must be what I was put on the earth to do, it felt so very right.

"It's time now for you to get a real-time feel for just what your new role will be. Suck me off now, make me cum, show me what you can do."

I began a slow and steady sucking on his thick cock. It stretched my lips as wide as they had ever been. He was right it was much more difficult sucking a cock without using your hands. I was trying hard to please but must have fallen short as Master grabbed my head and forced his prick into my throat opening. I gagged and gagged as he held my face tight into his balls. My eyes were watering as he slowly pulled my head up on his cock until only his cockhead rested on my lips. I was gasping and coughing but kept that big head in my mouth as he lightly patted my cheeks.

"That's Ok boy, not to bad for your first time. You've been sucking cock like a little girl; it's time for you to learn how men want their cocksucker to perform. Suck me off again and I suggest that as I begin forcing your throat you swallow; it'll ease entry into your throat."

Once again he used his hands to stroke my head, like you would a puppy, up and down I went on his cock going a little farther each time. He was now actually using my mouth to jerk himself off. He told me to take a breath and then plunged into my throat. I gagged but it was a bit better as he pulled out again. My mouth was spewing saliva like a gusher; I kinda sensed he was close as his cock swelled even larger. His cockhead rested on my tongue as he spurted out creamy, Salty cum.

"Don't swallow boy, just let it fill your mouth then squish it around. It'll help you get used to the taste of man-cum. You'll soon feel out of sorts if you don't have an after taste of cum in your mouth. "I liked the taste and as I looked at his face and that sly smirk I felt every bit the slave he wanted me to be.

"Ok boy swallow my cock juice down." I gulped it down and licked my lips clean. I didn't have to be told, remembering what he had told me, and began licking his sticky, softening prick off. As I looked up at him, Sir gave me that little smirk of his as he said; "that wasn't too bad for your first session but we've got to work on your throat-service; you've got to be able to throat a cock of any size, it's what we want and there'll be no half measures allowed. We'll teach you to take a cock right into your gullet, hell; you'll be able to swallow a horse-cock when we're done."

Sir gave me a little booklet to study saying that, "you need to study this and fully understand that you must willfully submit to your owners whatever they want for they know what's best for you. This will help you ease into the role you were born for."

Training the Submissive 2: The Service Manifesto

You've been given this booklet because we think you'll be an adequate body slave when you're full trained. In order to clearly embrace your role as a service provider you must first understand who you are and what you are. It's important to clearly think it through. An experienced cocksucker should discuss the manifesto with his feeder-owner to form an ongoing agreement for sexual services.

Your feeder-owner might want to add services not mentioned or add detail to specific actions. A cocksucker cannot be shy and will usually be pleasantly surprised to find that his man will be flattered by his candor. The manifesto is a pleasant "talking point" that a cocksucker can use to outline the services he's proficient at. It's also true that talking frankly explicitly about servicing a man is very exciting to both the alpha-male and his submissive.

An example of the thought process you will adopt, "As a cocksucker I realize my place is between the legs of my feeder. I am a cocksucker and I realize my sexual fulfillment depends on the level of pleasure I give to my feeder along with his generosity in allowing me to gain nourishment from his manhood."

I must always keep the real facts of life in mind. "In life there are

superior men and followers. It's the natural order that some superior men want to be worshipped while many followers want to be worshippers. Men automatically sort out into a hierarchy of superior men and their followers. This happens formally in the military all over the world, it happens in small tribes, in happens with gangs, it happens anytime men get together without women. Looser hierarchies occur when females are involved with the men, but men still naturally sort out from superior to inferior, top to bottom, he who is the god, and he who worships the god. Men always gravitate to Dominant and submissive roles in their relationships because there is something so deeply and profoundly satisfying for a superior Man to be worshiped and serviced by submissive males. It's equally satisfying perhaps even more satisfying, for submissive males to have the opportunity to serve and worship a superior Man, who'll guide, control, and even own them in a form of consensual slavery mutually without guilt"

"As a cocksucker, I realize my only real sexual organs are my mouth, tongue, and throat. I know that my only need is to pleasure my feeder from my perch at my true place, kneeling between his legs. I was born to be a cocksucker and can only be content when humiliating myself by worshipping the cock of my feeder-owner."

I have no needs other than his needs. As a cocksucker, I solemnly vow,

without hesitation or regret to work hard to train my willing mouth. I Know I belong on my knees in awe at the opportunity to service the manhood of the alpha-male feeder. I have to be very ready to accept my feeder's thick semen. It's my nourishment, my job to be his cum receptacle in any manner that he requires."

"I give my feeder my best for this is what he deserves for allowing me to

nourish myself on the head of his prick. I promise to maintain such focus

on his cock and his pleasure that it becomes the center of my universe.

I'll learn when he needs me to suck, swallow, gag, stroke, and choke

without his having to tell me. If he only wants me to suckle on his

cockhead then that's what I'll do. I know my place in the world and love

and embrace being a cocksucker as this is the only way I can perform to my feeder's satisfaction."

"I accept that my feeder is allowed to say whatever he wants or call me

whatever name he thinks appropriate while I am pleasuring him. I'll show my addiction and need for his cock and cum by begging for it if need be, for a Cocksucker has no standing, no pride."

"He's welcome to make my mouth a willing and anxious hole for his warm,

nourishing semen as I will swallow my Feeder's cum with pride. I must

learn every nuance of his cock and what pleasures him the most then meekly surrender to deep throating, surrender to face-fucking, surrender to multiple cocks or offering to be used as his urinal."

"If he wants me to lick his ass-crack I know that I must kneel and bury my face between his manly twin globes with my tongue out; after all it is my place."

"I'll never stop until my owner is finished with me and truly satisfied. I must be ready for an alpha male superior at any time, or any place. As a cocksucker, I realize that my sexual identity, my sense of self is tied to the cock of a superior man."

"I know that in life I will only achieve fulfillment through the

Graciousness and charity of my feeder and hereby vow with all sincerity to service my feeder to the best of my ability and strive to improve my

technique through constant training and practice."

"The consequences in breaking this contract will result in my spiritual,

sexual, and physical starvation; I will be denied the pleasure of servicing my owner's cock. I was put on this earth to serve and only performing as a happy cocksucker fulfills me."

Previous:

"Don't swallow boy, just let it fill your mouth then squish it around. It'll help you get used to the taste of a man's cum. You'll soon feel out of sorts if you don't have a constant after taste of cum in your mouth. Did you like it?"

"I liked the taste Sir" I said and as I looked at his face and that sly smirk I felt every bit the slave he wanted me to be.

"Ok boy swallow my cock juice down." I gulped it down and licked my lips clean. I didn't have to be told, remembering what he had told me, and began licking his softening prick off.

As I think back on my training I realize how incredibly lucky I was to have been accepted into Sir's service. He gently and firmly taught me my place. His explanations of how to serve were spot-on. He took it slow with me and was always free with an explanation of "the correct way" to service your owner.

A new Day, another new skill:

Sir called me into the big bathroom; as I now knew how I should behave I entered and fell to my knees on the cold tile, just as I had been taught. The room was huge and full of unusual bath furniture. He was sitting on this odd looking chair reading. After a short time he acknowledged me and began talking in his soft, deep, authoritative voice; "we're going to advance your training today and I think I'll begin with a nice, slow rim job. In case you haven't already realized what that is, that's when a cocksucker like you uses his tongue to pleasure his owner; he licks his owner's ass crack, it's one of the most relaxing sensations available when you have a boy slobbering up and down your ass crack with his hot, wet tongue. The chair I'm sitting on is called a rim-chair and it allows me to relax in comfort with my ass crack spread open just like I'm sitting on a toilet. While I read and shed the stress of the day you'll be underneath licking my asshole. There really isn't a nicer way to spend an hour or so. But first, since you're a newbie and I promised you I'd lead your training I'll give you a good look so you can contemplate just how your tongue will feel in my ass crack."

With that, Sir just got up and turned around, bending over and telling me to spread his ass-cheeks and take a good long look at the deep crack my tongue would soon be swabbing out. As I gently parted his cheeks I looked into the crevice and could see the crinkled, little hole deep down. There was a strong, musky, man smell that I didn't find really unpleasant. I could hear him now, "ok son, when I sit down I want you to use that fat, wet tongue up and down my ass crack, especially around my asshole. Don't get any ideas though; The only thing that goes into my asshole is a boy's wet tongue. Get to it now son."

I had plenty of room to slide under Sir's ass because he was about four inches higher than my face; I wondered how this would work when I sensed that he was lowering down onto me. The chair adjusted; he had thought of everything.

I moved into position under Sir's butt and it smelled warm and good with heavy musty male body odors. I very tentatively started to lick up and down the entire ass crack then centered my tongue onto the hole and cleaned it good all around the outside. I concentrated on the rosebud and cleaned it nicely. It tasted like Sir's body smelled, clean, strong, and male. I never experienced so many new experiences before. My mind was spinning as the humiliation washed over me; my tongue was an ass wipe; how had this happened?

I heard Sir urging me on, "That feels great boy, now get that tongue in that hole and clean it out good. You're now a slave-boy and ass-licking is always required. There's room for you to spread my butt with your hands and my asshole with your thumbs to get that tongue up there as far as you can."

I did as ordered. I spread his ass cheeks and sunk my tongue into his asshole as deep as I could get it. Sir began to moan and move his butt to fuck my tongue with his ass. I got some of the best flavors I have ever tasted that day. I cleaned every bit of his hole and loved it.

I did wonder what was happening to me. A few days before I wouldn't have considered doing anything like that to anyone and here I was cleaning out this man's asshole; I was acting as eager as very the first pig to the trough. I did have to admit to myself that I was content as I sucked on his hole with pleasure.

On another day:

I was kneeling on the cold tile floor of my owner's bathroom. Sir had told me that there was nothing more erotic for a boy like me than a bathroom and he was right; I shivered with shame and anticipation as my knees hit the tile. It was exciting being in my owner's most private place, the room where he showered, defecated and pissed in. My role here had been explained in great detail over the last few days. "It won't be very long now and you'll have your first taste of piss; it's a service that your owners enjoy and you'll find that it'll help you understand just what your status is. Every time you look at my cock think about that big piss-slit and how it'll soon spew out my warm, pungent piss into your mouth; think about it and get ready. When my cock is in your mouth and you run the tip of your tongue through my piss slit think about that slit widening as my piss spews out."

Once he had described this new task I had to master, it played out in my head just as he had told me it would. At first it seemed a dirty and degrading proposition but as I thought it through I came to accept it as inevitable. It was what Sir wanted and by extension what I had to accept. Just as he had described it the thought of urinal training floated through my head every time his cock was in my mouth. It was finally time; my thoughts had centered around this new task for days now and the humiliation of just thinking of this actually gave me a hardon. In the end when it was time I actually was looking forward to it.

It was Time:

My owner was laughing as he took hold of my head and pushed his big cock head into my mouth. "Just let that cockhead lay across your tongue then close your lips to form a nice tight seal. I know you're new to this so I'll piss slowly until you get used to it. Just swallow till I'm done, I know what you can handle, trust me. I'll give you a couple of minutes now so you can think about what you're about to do" he told me.

I knew what was coming but wanted to make my Master proud and anyway in my state of arousal his words didn't raise the sense of revulsion I should otherwise have felt. In fact, I was now anxious to experience this man's piss flooding my mouth; it was the next step and I wanted so much to please him. The thought process that Sir had fostered had put my head halfway between eager and resigned and the weighty cock on my tongue only added punctuation to my inevitable humiliation; I suddenly felt the first few drops.

"That's it son, keep your lips nice and tight on my cockhead for your first taste. Here comes another little spurt for you, keep it in your mouth, swish it around, don't swallow yet."

His little spurt filled my mouth with warm, salty piss. I didn't swallow, holding it in my cheeks. "Ok Son, now that you've a mouthful I want you to look me in the eyes and squish the piss around with your tongue; I want you to get used to the taste of my piss; it's what I want."

I looked up at his face; he had that smirking, taunting look in his eyes; I was now his urinal, nothing more than a piss-boy. I felt the humiliation of it all washing over me like a monster wave. It felt wonderful, terrible all at the same time. I absolutely knew I belonged here and that scared me.

Sir quickened his pace with longer streams of piss. He would tap my head when he wanted me to swallow (Flush?). It certainly bought home my place; I was now a fixture in the bathroom to be used when needed. It didn't matter, it was what he wanted. As he finished Sir had me stir my mouthful of piss with my tongue, stirring it with an open mouth, showing it to him proudly. It was what he wanted.

Another day, another learning opportunity:

I was suckling on Sir's cock as he read, he liked to stay right on the edge of cumming and I had learned to read the signs. He put his book down and said, "You're now my bitch son, you like to serve me and I like the ultimate relaxation of having a cocksucker make love to my cock; it's all good. You've no choice because your nature makes you a cocksucker without a say in anything that happens to please me. During our long sessions your there strictly to suck my cock and lick my balls, to serve, service, please, pleasure and amuse me with your pussy-mouth. You've learned that you get absolutely nothing in return except for a big load of warm, sticky cum in your mouth. You were created to serve and eat my big wad of jism."

My lips were stretched wide over his cock as I began moving my head

back and forth, up and down over his magnificent cock, each time pushing

more and more of his hot cock-meat into my eager mouth.

Sir was saying, "Open your eyes and look at me as you suck my cock, I want to see those nice, thick cocksucker lips wrapped around my cock." I was now sucking as hard as I could; I was hot for him to make me his cum-dump. I heard a door open in the background and abruptly started to pull off of Sir's cock. I was rewarded with a very forceful slap across my face.

"No, no, boy, keep your attention on my cock; that's where your thoughts and Efforts belong, keep sucking. Hi, Jason, I'm glad you came over; it'll give me a chance to show off my new cocksucker. It's his first time in front of someone and an audience will be good for him. It's always kind of a stretch for these boys to service their man with an audience. The first time is tough for them; they've already surrendered to their urge to submit and now a spectator is added. It's like their shy about letting others know they are cocksuckers."

I looked up at Sir as I continued to service his cock, I had well over five inches of thick cock in my mouth and I was running my tongue over the head of his cock each time I sucked it in. I could feel it bump against the back of my mouth and I gagged as it pushed against my throat opening. I pulled off of his cock and then pushed back in again. I was careful not to take it too deep. I ran my tongue over it and bathed with my saliva making it easier for the big cock to slide easier between my lips.

I began to pull it out and then back in, my tongue running over it as my lips sucked hard on his cock. I could hear Sir making small talk with this Jason person in the background. It was quite surreal; I was worshipping his cock while he talked about the weather and baseball. I began to really enjoy the hot cock in my mouth. I could feel it throbbing around in my mouth and having an audience actually made me even more aware of my role as a cocksucker; I didn't think it was possible to be more humiliated.

Sir cupped my head in his hands and pulled me off his prick as he said, "Put Your hands down to your sides and don't move them. I want to fuck

your face, show Jason what fun a guy can have training a cocksucker. Relax and breathe through your nose and it'll be much easier for you. I'll enjoy it either way. You're going to have to learn to swallow all eight inches of my cock and now's as good a time as any. I don't care if you choke and gag, you'll just have to get used to taking it deep into your throat. I already told you that there will be no half-measures here."

I was very apprehensive as he used his hands and gripped my head very tightly. I knew He was watching as I hesitantly dropped my hands to my side with my fists clenched in anxious anticipation. I really felt the helplessness of submission now; I was naked on my knees before my owner, waiting for his cock to plunge thru my lips. While all the time a stranger looked on at my submission. Sir rubbed his cockhead over my lips and I just naturally opened my mouth to welcome it as Sir and Jason watched.

I felt my owner's large hands gripping my head ever tighter and I knew that I was now powerless to stop him from fucking my mouth; I wasn't even sure I didn't Want the mouth fuck. I remember thinking that this would surely be a gentle act, not a brutal fucking. Sir had been so patient and understanding in my training so far. I felt my head being pulled forward as his thick cock entered my mouth deeper than ever before.

"AAAHHH," I gagged as the cock pushed against the back of my throat.

"AAAHHH," I cried out again, as Sir pulled it out and then plunged it back in again, forcing me to gag. Tears began falling from my eyes as the cock gagged me each time it pushed deep into my mouth.

I heard Sir saying, "Breathe through your nose boy, try to relax your throat. You're going to take my cock down your throat whether you like it or not. I've got no use for someone who doesn't devote his all to my pleasure; this is for my pleasure only. Your gagging grabs my cock and milks it so I don't care how you feel, I like it. Just do it."

Sir pushed his cock further into my mouth again, over 5 inches was now buried in my mouth, two inches still to go. I'm sure he felt me gagging again, this time he didn't pull back; he just let it soak there forcing my throat to open wide to take the giant throbbing cock, forcing me to accommodate his cock-spear.

I couldn't help it and began to violently choke as the thick cock pushed through into my skinny throat opening. "AAAHHH, GGGGRRRRR, UUUUGGGHHH," I gagged and choked as my throat opening was forced by the brutal thrusts of his cock. Tears were running down my cheeks and gushers of saliva and precum ran out of the corners of my mouth. I had managed to keep my eyes glued to Sir as he forced his cock into my spasming gullet. "AAGGGHH," I cried out around the thick cock pushed into the back of my mouth, slowly entering my throat again. I knew that my gag reflex was milking his cock head as it spasmed around it. This time he didn't pull out but instead increased the pressure, pushing ever deeper into my throat. My mouth opened wide as I choked and gagged on cock with tears running down my cheeks.

He was holding my head tightly as he forced my throat to accept this brutal fucking. "That's a good boy, just open your throat for me, take my cock in deeper" he said.

He pulled his cock from my throat and must have heard me gasp as I sucked in fresh air.

"Tongue it," he ordered and his cock twitched in anticipation.

"It's time again son, open wide like before and take a deep breath, relax your throat." His hands gently ran over my face before tightly gripping my head once again.

I willed my body to brace for more throat fucking. I sucked in as much breath as I could and felt that now familiar big cock push into my mouth. He continued to feed his cock into my mouth, slowly at first, slowly pushing in until he reached the back of my mouth again. I couldn't help it, I gagged as it hit my tonsils and his cock began to slowly slide down my throat. The saliva on his cock helped it to slide in deeper as I choked again on cock. I sensed my throat opening up for his brutal cock. I felt the giant cock expand my throat opening as it ever so slowly widened.

I heard him speaking to Jason, "don't you love those cocksucking noises? It's like beautiful music. He's getting used to it a little now and his throat contractions really feel good on my prick."

Over six inches of hard cock was now resting in my throat and I felt him

Continue pushing cock into my throat. I gagged again, the large cock choking me as it slowly forced itself again and again into my gullet. I felt his hands caressing my neck, feeing his cock invading my throat. "Aggghhh," I gasped as the cock in my mouth finally pushed fully into my throat; all eight inches of hard, erect cock had now disappeared into my mouth-cunt. I choked as my mouth was pushed into his pubes with his ball sack on my chin.

"Good boy, you now have all of my cock buried in your cocksucking mouth. I can feel your throat muscle massaging my cock. You'll be a great cocksucker for me from now on. I know I'll enjoy your hot lips wrapped around my cock as I deep-dick your throat. Now suck my cock; I want you to make me cum."

Damm I was proud of myself; I had done it, Sir was happy. The cock invader felt a little bit more natural now. I could concentrate and accommodate it; I was servicing him as he wanted now. He was patting my head happy in my submission to his will.

He pulled his cock from my throat and let me gasp and suck in air. His cock pulled out until only my sore lips were wrapped around the head of his cock. I snaked my tongue out and tongue lashed his piss slit, coaxing some pre-cum from his cock.

I felt his hands on my head loosen up as he pulled his cock out of my mouth with a Little popping sound and I finally sucked in a breath of fresh air. I heard him again compliment me on being a "good cocksucker". I felt ashamed and at the same time, proud. I had managed to swallow all of his cock down my gullet and hadn't died. It had hurt and the gagging and choking still brought tears to my eyes but I had done it and I was pleased with myself.

I still wanted to please him so I massaged his cock with a wide tongue motion and sucked his cockhead like it was a juicy lollypop. I'd never felt more submissive as I moved my head up and down, sucking his cock and licking the side of his cock with her tongue, bathing it in her saliva, mixed with his pre-cum.

I had forgotten there was another person in the room when he said, Look at him suck your cock, so eager and docile," Jason exclaimed as he watched my head moving up and down Sir's cock sliding in and out between my tightly clenched lips.

I'm sure I turned red in embarrassment knowing that Jason was watching me

suck my owner off. I realized that as soon as Sir filled my mouth with cum Jason's cock would replace his in my mouth. I wasn't quite sure how I felt about that but knew that I had no choice. I continued my sucking duty thinking only of his cum filling my mouth. I heard Sir groaning and knew he would soon be cumming. I felt his hands move back to the side of my head, gripping me ever tighter just as he pulled my mouth down and pushed it into my throat. "GGGGHHHHRRR, AAAGGGHH," I choked and sputtered as the hard cock filled my throat, forcing all eight inches of hard cock into my gullet until my lips were crushed against his stomach.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth and I want you to hold it until I tell you to swallow. Now be a good boy and make me cum."

My tongue moved rapidly over his cock. I could taste some of his precum already and knew that in only minutes my mouth would be filled with his hot, salty cum. I moved my head up and down, sucking his cock, kinda using my lips to jerk him off, pulling his hot cum from his balls. I heard him groan and felt the big cock twitch and jerk in my mouth. I heard him groan again and felt a wad of thick cum shoot out into my mouth. It bathed my tongue with his salty cum as I sucked gently on the head of his cock, coaxing another load of hot cum to spurt into my mouth. My instinct was to swallow but I had my orders. It was what he wanted.

Sir tilted my head up so I could see into his eyes; he had that "I know exactly who and what you are" wide smirk on his face as he told me, "Very good son, use your tongue to squish it around in your mouth, get used to my taste. Now open your mouth and show me and Jason your mouthful of cum, your reward. That looks nice, Ok boy, swallow it down now."

I swallowed hard enough to allow the hot cum into my stomach, coating my sore, abused throat. He had totally filled my oral cavity with sperm and it was like swallowing hot, creamy oatmeal. It took three swallows to get all the sperm load down. I began re-sucking his cock and running my cummy tongue around his cock; it seemed as natural as breathing.

"You see Jason, look at how eager he is; once you've ejaculated into a boy's mouth he becomes very compliant. Look at those lips so tightly wrapped around my cock, he's stretched wide open."

Sir tilted my face up as he told me, "I'm proud of you son, you learn well, you'll make a great cocksucker for us. Now do Jason, suck my friends cock and make him cum. It's what I want."

What could I do? The taste of cum was strong in my mouth and yet another cock needed to be pleasured, another man to relieve. I thought to myself, "and so it goes" has I shuffled over to service Jason.

It was after supper and Sir was relaxing with his friend Jason. I might have been simply another piece of furniture as they ignored me until needing more beer. They had porn DVDs on the wide screen and were as naked as I was. Sir motioned me to that very special place on the floor between his legs. I assumed he wanted his cock sucked again until he corrected me.

"No son, I've got to piss and I want to use your mouth, just open your mouth and stick your tongue out, just like I taught you. You've got to see this Jason; I've really got him trained now, just watch."

Even now after all my training I felt embarrassed kneeling there ready to perform In front of my owner's friend. Sir wanted to piss in my mouth and it was my place to be his urinal but it was still embarrassing. My owner stood up and laid his cock on my tongue; I knew enough not to suck it. I was trained to just wait and think about the gift to come.

Suddenly, a rush of hot, acrid fluid sprayed into the back of my throat suddenly causing a slight gag reflex. I managed to control the reflex and swallow it down. I looked up and saw Sir smiling as he let out a second spurt. The second one took several quick swallows to get down and then I worked into a rhythm of big swallows as he emptied his full bladder into my waiting mouth. He must have had a full bladder because he kept the flow going for what seemed like minutes but was probably only 30 to 45 seconds. As I continued my rhythmic swallowing he began rubbing my head in an affectionate way as with a pet while talking to his friend Jason.

"Making them drink your hot piss is the ultimate in surrender you know. Right now this boy is in humiliation-heaven having surrendered to me in this most degrading way. He's feeling the full depth of what it means to be submissive to another man and drinking my piss is the way he can tell me he wants to service me in any way I desire."

When the flow stopped he kept up a slow but steady fucking motion in my mouth till his cock was cleansed of all residual piss and my saliva had washed it clean. "Your boy did good, he's a born cocksucker." Jason said.

At the end of Chapter #3:

"Making them drink your hot piss is the ultimate in surrender you know. Right now this boy is in humiliation-heaven having surrendered to me in this most degrading way. He's feeling the full depth of what it means to be submissive to another man and drinking my piss is the way he can tell me he wants to service me in any way I desire."

When the flow stopped he kept up a slow but steady fucking motion in my mouth till his cock was cleansed of all residual piss and my saliva had washed it clean.

"Your boy did good, he's a born cocksucker." Jason said.

In This Chapter:

I learn the who along with the what of my transformation; what I've become as my owner loans me out to one of his friends. It puts me in some very erotic and humiliating scenarios as I strive to become the best cocksucker I can be; it's what he wants.

Cast: Kyle / Sir, owner-----Chrissy / me, Kyle's slutboy-------Bob, Kyle's college friend------Webb, Bob's young, college bound young son

My owner was gently using my mouth as I knelt between his legs suckling on his cock like a baby on a teat, keeping him right on the edge of wanting to fuck my mouth. He was reading and my mouth had been stretched around his cock now for over an hour. "You know boy I think I'm going to let a few of my buddies sample your skills. You're good enough now to make them envy me and it sounds like fun to show you off. I've an e-mail from an old college roommate who's looking for a boy that he can use to instruct his son. It's a weekend away for you but I can always get another faggot to keep my cock happy for a while. Get dressed and I'll send you on your way."

As I dressed I thought how odd, I had been completely naked for a few weeks now and being clothed felt very strange. I didn't really understand where this was going with his, "instruct his son" thing. I did know that I was without a choice and that in the end I'd be ok with it for Sir knew best.

I used my GPS to find the house; it was a moderately expensive home in one of those subdivisions that feature landscaped acreage and lots of trees; it was quite a pleasant area. I couldn't have been more nervous as I rang the doorbell. An older man in swim trunks answered; "you must be the boy Kyle told me about, come on in, I'm Bob."

I followed him through the house into a very pleasant little room just off a patio with an in-ground pool; there was a swimmer doing laps in the water. It was surreal; the guy (Bob) fetched me a glass of lemonade and we talked about our lucky streak of great weather.

Bob was the perfect host as we talked, "I'm not sure just how much Kyle told you about your role here so I'll just dive right in. I borrowed you to show my son how to use a cocksucker before he goes to college, how about you stripping naked like a good suckboy."

He told me to get naked as calmly as he might have commented on how good the tomatoes were growing this season. This matter of fact calmness only reinforced my submissive bent, it was incredibly hot.

I was stripped naked when the swimmer came over using a towel to dry off. I noted to myself that while they both were redheads that's where the similarities ended. Bob was only about 5'10" tall and sported a pretty pudgy belly while his son had a swimmer's body and was well over 6 feet tall. I was directed to sit on the tile floor as they talked.

"I think you'll like this Webb; a lot of times in school you just can't afford the time it takes to romance a girl but you're still horny; having a cocksucker on hand to drain your balls is the perfect solution. You don't have to buy them dinner or flowers and they'll pretty much do anything you want just to get your cum load. It's a perfect solution. When I was in college with Kyle we shared a cocksucker boy between us our last two years; a good time was had by all," he said with a laugh.

Bob continued, "if we were in ancient times I'd take you to the slave market and let you pick out your own suckboy. In those times the son of one of the elites was just followed around by his cocksucker who was trained to perform whatever service that would please his Master. We can't completely own a slave now but that's Ok when you realize that men have been using cocksuckers throughout history. There are always guys who strive for the humiliation of servicing an alpha-males cock. Today I'll teach you how to train and use a cocksucker. Watch this, Get up here cocksucker."

I was excited just listening to him talking to his kid and scampered closer to Bob as he had ordered. He smiled at me and smacked me across the face, it hurt but I didn't move as he said, "See, you can pretty much do whatever you want. This is one of the few times when you can be as arrogant as you want without ramifications." Bob very lightly smacked my cheek again then put a couple of his finger into my mouth. Of course I sucked on them. He stood up and had me remove his trunks and has I lowered them his fat cock snapped out. When he stepped out of his trunks his cock was right in my face.

"Webb why don't you get out of those wet swim trunks and I'll show you the right way to train your cocksucker; you've got to take control right away. He'll blow me first so you can see how it goes then it'll be your turn. Suck my cock now boy."

He smirked as I took his cockhead into my mouth, somehow the familiar, feel of a rubbery cockhead felt even better than usual; I think it was the erotic sense of being watched by his son as I was controlled.

I licked and sucked as he lightly slapped me directing my efforts to what pleased him. I could hear him telling the boy that some guys were just cocksuckers that you could fuck like girls and teach them to suck you off and lick your ass. He began face fucking me by grabbing my head telling me to keep my hands behind my back while he pulled my head in and out going deeper each time until he punched through into my throat. He put his hand on my Adam's apple to feel my throat accommodating his prick as it punched through into my gullet. I looked up and could see that his son was mesmerized by it all.

"You see Son, keep slowly going forward a little at a time until your all in. the cocksucker will gag and choke but that's all right; it's what they were born to do, just part of the service. Just look in his eyes as he services me, you'll see gratitude, fear and then ultimately submission to his superior. Kyle did well with this boys training, I've got all 8 inches in his throat and he just accepts it as his job, his duty."

He was now pulling out a couple of inches then thrusting it right back into my throat; he was using my tight throat to jerk himself off. Then the Dad tensed up and came in my mouth. It happened just as I was gasping around his cock, buried deep in my gullet. Some of his cum filled my mouth but as I gasped for air a lot of it went up my nose. I coughed and actually was tearing up as I tried to catch my breath but in a very strange way I was pleased with myself. I was happy servicing this guy who was showing his son the ropes.

I heard him explaining, "Look at his face son, this is a win-win thing. Sissy's like him get off on this treatment." As my breath came back to normal I acted to agree with him by leaning forward and licking his cockhead clean using the flat of my tongue. "Do you see Son, just what I told you? He likes this treatment and that allows you to have him service you by doing anything that makes your cock twitch. Remember that a cocksucker's mouth is deeper than any cunt and when you punch through into his gullet his throat muscles will milk your cum out; a cocksucker's mouth is really a cunt with a tongue; there's nothing quite like a trained mouth."

He continued pounding in and out of my mouth as he talked to his son. I felt like a prop used to prove his points when he suddenly pulled my mouth off his cock and positioned it onto his balls. Of course I stuck my tongue out and licked like I had an ice cream cone at my lips.

"I think it's time you took just a little sample of just how nice it is to have your own, personal cocksucker pleasuring you. Look at how eagerly he's tonguing my balls; it's really interesting how dedicated a true cocksucker is to servicing a guy. He's going to be mouthing your cock in a minute but first you need to know a few facts that are important. When you've got your own cocksucker it's good to know a few rules. A lot of guys abuse sissy boys; that's just stupid. A cocksucker is a valuable commodity and a smart guy will make him comfortable in the role he's accepted as his."

"I always set them down and make small talk before I get sucked off. This really works; we both know that he's there to suck on my cock and swallow my load and talking like he was a normal guy just kinda forces the suck-boy to acknowledge how much he wants my cock; it throws them off balance. I know it sounds weird but that's how it seems to work. You should also make sure he's comfortable; ask if he wants a pillow to kneel on before he starts to blow you. A cocksucker that's comfortable serves the best; you need to show concern for their well being just as you would a pet dog. They also like it when you caress their cheeks while sucking you off and a nice, soft pat on the head when your cocksucker is gulping down your cum works wonders in making a cocksucker want to excel at servicing you."

Bob used both hands to pull my face from his balls and just motioned me to Webb as he said, "Get over there and suck my son's cock. Show him how much you like your mouth full of cock."

I actually scampered over to the son quickly falling onto my knees in between his legs. His young cock was thick, hard and impressive with a big, purplish head split by a piss slit that seemed as wide as the mouth of a cannon. The boy looked at me with a wry smile as he held his cock out to my eager lips. I engulfed the cock head and started a slow up and down technique as I heard the Father in the background.

"Remember what I told you Webb, make sure he looks you in the eye as he sucks you off and make sure he keeps his hands behind his back. The rule is a cocksucker performs best when he concentrates on the cock in his mouth and not his own little thing. When a suck-boy is really trained he will only cum when he's sucking a real man off; that's the way it should be and when they make eye contact as they blow you their acknowledging the submission to you that they need."

He was right, I felt really the slave-boy when I looked into Webb's green eyes with a mouthful of cock and my hands behind my back. It was so demeaning it made me shudder. This must have been what it was like when an ancient Roman purchased a boy at the slave market for the amusement of a son.

Webb said, wow Dad, this is awesome; his mouth is so tight and warm. Can I make him take more?"

Bob quickly answered, "Oh sure Webb, work it into his throat, just do it slowly so he gets used to its feel filling his cavity; do it slow while you look into his eyes. I always find that very enjoyable when I control my cocksucker. Actually Son, once you get a cocksucker in the zone you can pretty much do what you want, piss in his mouth, make him tongue your ass, It's all good."

I was giving Webb the best suck I could as I concentrated on tightening my lips and pressing my tongue firmly against his cock on every up stroke. I sensed the kid tightening up when without any other warning his cum spurted into my mouth. As I had been taught I just tightened my lips around the base of his cockhead and swallowed the thick, salty man-juice. On the second spurt my own cock gushed and I came on Webb's feet. He finished with a satisfied sigh and just as his Dad had told him; he gently stroked my head as you might a puppy that had just fetched your slippers. I thought to myself that I wasn't that puppy; I was a cocksucker who had fetched a huge cum-load.

Bob was laughing as he said, "I remember when it took so little sucking to make me cum; you don't have to worry Son, the next couple of times you cum today will be slower and even more satisfying. Tell your cocksucker how you want him to clean you up now before we go on."

Webb put his hands on my cheeks and looked at me with those wide, green eyes as he said, "use your tongue cocksucker, lick my sticky cock and balls clean but first lick your cum off of my feet, get to it now boy."

I was quite a bit older than Webb but I had to admit I was now his "boy" after swallowing his cum load and actually looking forward to licking his crotch clean. The almost dry cum on his feet was cold now and while not unpleasant; it did taste different than other loads I had swallowed.

"Look at him lapping at your cock, cleaning off the traces of cum that are left. Do you see just how nice it is to have a cocksucker at your beck and call, ready to service you? When you're in college you'll find it's really pretty easy to find yourself a suck-boy; all you have to do is be aware of who's looking at you in the shower or men's room. You'll have to lead them on a little but it's a bunch easier than with a broad."

"There's no reason to buy dinner, flowers or jewelry just show your cock and tell the boy what you want him to perform. No romance, no drama just ball draining on your terms. It'll allow you a lot more time to study. The only thing you have to keep in mind is that these cocksucker's want to be dominated and you don't want to ever accept half-measures. If your boy chokes and gags on your cock just enjoy the sensation of his throat spasming around your dick. If he doesn't want to let you piss in his mouth just tell that he gets no more of your cock until he agrees. Tell him to think it over; if he's the skilled cocksucker you want he'll come around after thinking it through and usually then the cocksucker will try to become the perfect piss drinker for you. Remember, no half measure, only full service. By the way, do you have to piss? I usually have to after a cum."

"Yeah Dad, I do." Webb said as I finished licking him clean.

"Ok Son, usually a boy like this can take your piss-load right down without spilling a drop but since you'll have to train your own boy at University lets all go into the bathroom and I'll show you how to get a cocksucker acclimated to being your urinal."

Of course I knew what was going to happen; I was toilet trained after all but it was exciting to think that this was Bob's Son's first time and his Dad was going to show him how to train his own piss-boy by demonstrating on me. My little cock was hard just thinking about it as I followed them into their bathroom.

"Hey Webb, look at his little hardon, that's why you keep em naked; there's no secrets then about what they think about servicing you. They get off on submitting to straight guys."

The three of us were soon inside the bathroom, all of us were naked but I knew that the similarity ended there.

"Here's the thing Webb, once you find a cocksucker to service you he invariably will not want you pissing in his mouth; that's just the way it is. You've got to plant the seed; talk to him about the suck-boy you had at home who loved it when you filled his mouth. Your boy will probably say that he would never let a guy do that but the thought-seed is now in his head and he'll be thinking of it often. A bit later mention that you want that service and if he won't you'll just have to find a cocksucker who wants his piss load. Your boy is now thinking about how he might live without your cock to suck. You should rub his head then and adopt a gentle, helpful demeanor. Tell him you'll be patient and lead him through it; that most boys like him love it once they try it. In my experience they submit because that's what you want and their all about pleasing you. This boy here has been through all those steps and is an experienced urinal boy but we'll make him act like it's his first time. Are you ready for a little role-playing boy?"

"Yes Sir, I'll do whatever you want Sir." I answered and meant it I was hotter than hell with all this talk.

"I'll go first Webb so you can see how it goes; it's kinda important to get the ritual right so your cocksucker feels a major part of the action and strives to serve you. Get over here boy, on your knees by my side."

Bob was standing in front of the toilet as he smiled down at me and said, "I want to piss, why don't you take hold of my cock and aim it into the toilet. Ah, that's nice."

I held his big hose and aimed it just as he let a short stream out; it was nice just as he had said. I was close to him and could clearly hear it splash into the water. He stopped and said, "that felt good but I think it's time for you to give me a little pee-hole swabbing. It'll give you just a small taste as you run your tongue thru the piss slit. It'll be easier if you kneel in front of me." I shuffled around until I was facing his cock and waited for instructions. "This is an important step Webb; you want to make it as memorable for your cocksucker as you can. In most cases you don't want your boy to touch your cock with anything but his lips and tongue but for toilet training the submission is greatly enhanced by letting him handle and aim your cock, make him part of the act, a principle."

I knew what was coming but waited for Bob's instructions. He told me it was Ok to hold his cock then look him in the eye as I run my tongue into the piss slit. It ignited a very powerful urge in me; I knew what was coming but the combination of remembering my first drink of piss and being watched by Webb was overpowering. I was sweating and felt a little light headed as I saw that now-familiar self satisfied, smirk on Bob's face.

"That felt good boy but I think you need a bigger taste than that. What do you think, how was the taste?"

"It wasn't too bad Sir; it didn't taste anywhere near as bad as I had thought." I answered.

"Good, I think you're ready and you'll do it because you know that it will please me. Open your mouth now boy, stick out your tongue and just lay my cockhead on your tongue. Ahhh, that's nice, I'm half hard so you've got a bit of a wait, just think about how hot it'll be when I piss in your mouth, think about what you're going to do while you wait."

I can't describe how many conflicting emotions crossed my mind as I knelt there with his cock just laying on my tongue. It was wonderful, horrible yet exciting. I felt just a few small drops on my tongue.

"Here it comes boy, I'll let out a little taste and then stop; I know this is your first time and I'll be gentle until you're used to it. There, I think your mouth is full enough. Use your tongue to slosh it around, get used to the taste of your man's piss eh."

My mouth was half full as I moved the piss load around with my tongue. I heard Bob say, "Look Webb in the eye as you slush the piss around in your mouth."

I was incredibly aroused by how humiliating it is to be ordered to gargle with a guy's piss while looking them in the eye.

"How's the taste boy? Go ahead and swallow it down cocksucker." Bob asked.

I gulped it down telling him that his piss tasted good, salty, warm and tasty. Webb moved over in front of me, laid his cock on my tongue and pissed slowly into my open mouth.

In the morning it was my place to be under the table sucking Bob's cock as he drank coffee and ate. I heard him talking to his Son, "I think today I'll show you how to teach your suck-boy to swallow all your cock right down to the root. When I'm done our little cocksucker will be able to let a horsecock tickle his tonsils. This is different than a quick poke into his gullet before rushing your cock out as he gags and chokes; when a cocksucker is trained you can plunge it in all the way and just let it soak in his throat-cunt. It's not easy for a boy to do but as I said, you simply can't accept half-measures. It's been my experience that once a suck-boy masters this skill he's a much more contented and compliant cocksucker. Let's go out to the carriage house. I borrowed a training bench from a buddy of mine; it'll speed things up."

WTF, I thought; I already had all the skills that I needed. I was wrong. In the Carriage house the bench he had mentioned had certainly been designed around its training function. It was very narrow and comfortably padded with straps to hold a trainee down and in position. The head end had a soft notch for a neck and the end was hinged so the trainer could adjust his cocksucker's throat angle for easy access.

"Webb, this training bench is just great; it speeds the training process up a lot. I know it's just an enhancement on the head hanging off the bed method but the constraints force focus the cocksucker on his job while the comforts built into the bench reinforce the thought that his owner knows best and cares for him. These are powerful incentives for a suck-boy. Let's get him onto it now."

I was soon positioned on the narrow bench and held by wide, leather straps. My head was the only thing that I could easily move. Just the thought of what was to come gave me a hardon and that made them laugh.

"See how eager he is; just thinking about what's coming gets him excited. The bench is adjustable like a hospital bed. I can use this remote to position his head just perfectly for my cock. His head angle can be made to give you the perfect position for fucking his throat, watch."

It's a very surreal feeling to hear the tiny motors whirring away as it put your mouth into just the right position to be fucked like a man would a cunt. what had Sir called my mouth; A cunt with a tongue.

"That's perfect for my height Son; see how perfect the angle is? I'm going to go first but don't worry your turn will come; this bench was designed to be very comfortable because a cocksucker is on it for quite a while. It takes quite a bit of throat fucking until your cocksucker just gives it up and realizes that this is what he was born to do and his owner wants it. At that point of surrender they cease tensing up and you've got a free, straight path into his gullet. The surrender phase allows the suck-boy to relax as he becomes free of choice; he becomes a kind of cocksucking machine with an on-off switch you control. When you're in school you can make do with a bed just as long as your cocksucker is devoted to you; the bench speeds training things up but all you really need is a docile sissy boy who loves cock."

The wait was tantalizing for me just as Bob, my cock trainer had planned. I was laying there with my head tilted down and at a level where I was looking up at Bob's cock and balls.

"Well Webb, when we start throat fucking this boy we'll be very gentle and supportive. It's always best to help them along; this is a huge step for a cocksucker and I've found that if you understand just how uncomfortable this is for them you end up with a better cocksucker. In the end that's what it's all about, getting better service for yourself. I'm dangling my cockhead in his mouth now and allowing him to suckle at his own pace, look at him, he couldn't be happier."

After a bit Bob put his hands on my cheeks and moved forward until I had a couple of inches of his cock. I was apprehensive as I realized that this wasn't role-playing, this was real; he could fuck his cock into my gullet just by shuffling forward. I was essentially helpless, strapped to this stationary bench. I felt Bob tighten his grip on my head and slowly advance deeper into my mouth. He touched my throat opening and I gagged so he pulled back out until just his cockhead was at my lips.

"Do you see Webb; give him a little time to reconcile the discomfort with his need to submit to you, it takes a little while. I'll feed him more now."

With each thrust he moved just a little more into my throat before withdrawing. I was gasping and gagging and wondered if I could do this.

"He's taking it nicely now but I think it's time. Ok, cocksucker, you're doing great but I think you're ready for the next step. I'm going to slowly punch through into your esophagus, get ready, and take a deep breath boy."

I didn't really have time to even think about what was coming as his cock was once again begin forced into my oral cavity, this time it slid easily across my tongue on a film of pre-sperm and saliva. Bob held my head and moved it back and forth, side to side as if to use his cockhead to swab the precum and spit around the back of my throat, like a stirring stick. Inside my dripping mouth Bob's huge cockhead was coated and bathed in the gelatinous liquid, allowing it to venture farther and farther back into my throat.

"That's nice Boy, now you're getting it. Did you notice the only bad thing about using this position is that you can't see your cocksucker's eyes as you feed more and more of your prick into his gullet? It's always pleasant to see the mixture of fear and joy in their eyes as they realize that you're going to plug their throat and as a cocksucker they have to learn to take it. I'm using his mouth like a cunt now; I've let him have the time to get used to it now I'm going to take it home."

My eyes watered as his monstrous snake was being forced farther and farther back into my throat. It touched the back of my mouth and I gagged, fighting the urge to retch. My stomach heaved as for the first time in my life I was completely helpless. A hard, big cock was forcing its way over my tongue then down into the thin, throbbing passage of my throat and I was helpless to stop it, completely restrained.

"Yeah, yeah, that's it, take it boy. Feel my hot hard dick in your throat."

Relentlessly, the shaft burrowed its way in. Bob would plunge it all the way in then pull it back, each time he left it in my throat a little longer. A few inches of his cock had by now pushed thru my tender throat opening. I felt woozy and smothered, I couldn't breathe as I gagged and gulped reflexively around the cock-invader as it passed by my tonsils.

"Breath through your nose, boy, breathe through your nose. Go ahead,

You can do it, fuck; I've seen teenage girls do better than you." Bob urged.

I took a tentative breath through my nose. The oxygen felt wonderful as I slowly adjusted to the thickness of the invader in my gullet.

Bob slowly pulled it out of my gaping mouth. As the head exited my lips, a thick strand of cum and saliva dripped out right on my face. The string slowly stretched, then snapped and a line of cum / saliva six inches long draped itself from my lower lip down across my face.

I heard Bob say, "Yeah, cocksucker, that's good, that's good." I heaved in great lungs full of air, trying to clear my woozy brain. I could actually feel the blood pounding in my ears as my head cleared.

"You took in the whole eight inches that time, you can be proud. Not too bad, not too bad."

He was proud of me; I suddenly wanted more of his cock as I suckled on the head. He advanced but this time I was actually eager; I had taken it all into my throat once and survived; I wanted more cock now. My lips chewed their way down his shaft taking six inches, then seven, then eight inches of pulsating penis. The head of his cock revisited the tender membranes of my upper throat and tongue. It pushed my tongue flat as its girth filled me up. I'm sure he heard me gag slightly and then swallow. Bob sighed in pleasure. Inside my mouth his cockhead slid into the opening at the top of my throat. It wormed its way into the very top of my esophagus. Now his cock was as deep as possible in my throat and my spasms massaged it.

"I knew I wasn't wasting my time training you; you're going to be one great cocksucker. It's really pretty simple Webb, once you manage to stuff their throat and they realize that they didn't die they begin to think it through and concentrate on the cock in their mouth and how to please it."

His balls laid on my eyes as his cock filled my throat. I fought to overcome my impulse to gag and was surprised that I could accommodate his thickness so deep inside me. Bob began a Slow, relaxed, methodical Fucking of my throat while I concentrated on just breathing as he thrusted deep then pulled out; I gulped in air on each out-stroke. I was now slightly relaxed and became conscious of the saliva flowing out of my mouth like a waterfall. Bob had commented before on how pleasant it was listening to his suck-boy making loud, wet cocksucker noises. I sounded like a pig lapping up slop. Bob had said I could be a "great Cocksucker" and I was actually proud of myself. It took a while until I felt him tense up and spurted cum into my throat. He was just at the opening of my gullet as he let go. It was difficult to swallow and I'm sure he was enjoying the feeling of my throat muscles as they alternately contracted and relaxed as I sought to swallow the tremendous volume of viscous fluid being pumped relentlessly into me. "That's it boy, swallow all that good man-cream into your stomach," he grunted.

"Ah, there's nothing better than showing a cocksucker what he's made for; at school you'll love showing your own suck-boy how you want your cock serviced. Believe me Webb, you'll never find a girl who'll let you take complete possession of her for this kind of throat fucking."

I was allowed enough time to drink a coke before I served Webb. They were congratulating me on my new skills. It was all good.

Postscript, back to Kyle:

It was a few weeks later and Webb was now off to University; I was back with Kyle, naked and docile, just as he liked me.

"Do you see it clearly now boy," Master Kyle said to me as I licked his feet. "Submissive boys like you were put on this earth to serve powerful men like me. It's nature's way. We're superior and we actually do boys like you a favor by letting them serve us."

It was an incredibly degrading proposition but I had found out that he was right. I was happy to be performing for him. It was the greatest honor ever bestowed upon me. Well, why not, I'm on my knees again, where I belong, and Kyle's half soft cock is just beginning to harden now in my mouth. He smiles at me, watching my service intently; he knows I'm now a cockslut who loves worshipping him. My eyes keep watching his reactions and his knowing smirk makes me moan as he says, "I know you love feeling my cock grow in your mouth; it makes a suck-boy feel he's doing a useful task."

The cock sucking noises filling the room cause Sir's dick to enlarge. "Look at you boy, slurping on my cock and loving it." I heard Kyle say. "You do love it, don't you?"

All I could do was moan around his cock and shake my head yes. The monster in my mouth was getting too big for me to keep solidly in my throat in this position, so slowly but surely, I eased off of it, keeping the head completely surrounded in my wet mouth as I positioned my neck for taking his beautiful cock into my throat. I was happy and in my place.

The next day found me again on my knees in the bathroom. Kyle was shaving while I lightly tongued his cock and balls. He abruptly pulled away and went over to the "special" lounge and lay down. "I'm in the mood to have my ass licked now. It relaxes me. This chair opens me up nicely for a tonguing. "

"Yes, Sir, I blurted out."I moved in toward his smooth bubble butt. It smelled warm and good with heavy musty, male body odors. I started licking the hole and cleaned it good all around the outside. I concentrated on his wrinkled little rosebud and swabbed it up and down until I had cleaned it good. It tasted like Master Kyle's big body smelled, clean and strong. I had never experienced so many new experiences so quickly before. My mind was spinning. I felt sad that I finished so quickly. Luckily Kyle had time and wanted more.

"Get back down there, boy, you're not through yet." Kyle growled. "Get that tongue in that hole and clean it out good son. I thought that I really did feel like a slave-boy as I spread his butt cheeks with my hands. I could clearly see his asshole now. "Get that tongue up there now as far as you can." I did as he ordered. I licked between his wide-spread ass cheeks and sunk my tongue into his ass as deep as I could get it. He began to moan and move his butt to fuck my tongue with his ass. I cleaned every bit of his hole and loved it.

What was happening to me? Just a few weeks before I wouldn't have considered doing anything like that to anyone yet here I was cleaning out this man's asshole with my tongue like it was the most natural thing in the world. I was eating his ass like the first pig to the trough. I sucked the big man's hole with pleasure. I guess it was time to stop asking myself stupid questions and let loose whoever was locked up inside me.

Something broke inside me, another epiphany perhaps; I realized that I am the person whose tongue is eagerly licking an asshole. I'm a cocksucker, a body slave, a thing created just to be used by this man. I had been taught to lick an asshole, drink up cum and piss like it was the most natural thing on earth. I wanted nothing as much as to obey him and pleasure him in the way he wanted.

"That's good, slave, you did a good job. My hole hasn't felt that clean in a long time." You're not a bad cocksucker" he said as he patted my head. I was now complete; this is where I belonged.

"Well Son, I'm afraid it's time for your ass-fucking. I usually prefer fucking a cunt but hell, today I just don't feel like going out looking for it. Fighting it is only going to make it hurt and feel worse so just relax," he told me in a soft, assertive voice. All the time he was gently stroking my back, Kind of like you would a pony. "Now try to enjoy it for what it is. I'll take it nice and easy if you try not to fight it. I've found it important to break a boy's cherry gently and slowly; then they always want their ass full of man-cock."

When he thought I was ready, he punched his cockhead thru the mouth of my little asshole and just let it sit there as I gasped from the pain. He was stroking me and saying, "there, there, boy, take a breath, just relax." It felt like there was a broomstick up my ass. My hole was doing steady spasms as that monster cockhead stretched it out and held it open, God it hurt.

I felt him slowly withdraw his cock until only the head remained lodged just inside my asshole. He was waiting until I relaxed my ass a little before he started pushing back in, how considerate he was. Each time I seized up, he would stop and wait for me to relax, all the while he continued to sooth by stroking my back and whispering encouragement in my ear, "there, there, boy, take a breath, just relax" Was his mantra to quiet me as I worked through the pain.

He rubbed my back and said, "Take it easy now boy, it's not long now. Keep your body straight, that'll make it easier." I then understood that he was not intending to hurt me, not at all: It was just the pain that was necessary to get where we were going, where I had to go. Just then the head of his dick popped through the glorious tightness and I felt a surge of pleasure, pain and relief as the length of his cock finally entered me to its full length.

Once I'd relaxed enough, he established a rhythm, sliding his cock slowly but firmly in and out of my nether hole. Here I was, a once normal man, on my hands and knees in front of this man with his cock shoved up my ass. I could tell that for Kyle this must be pure pleasure as he pushed his cock all the way back inside my tight ass. He was using both hands now to pry my ass cheeks apart; he pulled his cock free with a loud plop as my well-used hole closed again. He shoved his tool back into me and started banging my ass with a vengeance.

My world had now narrowed to just my asshole as it embraced his cock and he sawed it in and out; He pushed me forward onto my elbows with each strong stroke. The room was filled with the squishing, squelching sounds of cock alternately filling and retreating from my ass. He was slamming into me for all I was worth.

"I'm going to come inside you now Son, then you're mine; your ass is going to feel empty without my cock from now on. I'm going to shoot it deep inside your ass now, get ready."

After a few more deep thrusts I could feel the warmth of his thick cum invading my asshole. To my surprise, yet another dazzling wave of pleasure pulsated through my rear end and up through my back and belly.

I had no idea of the time; I was just lying on the floor when he slid his sweet cock out of my asshole. I felt myself remain open now, stretched too far to return to normal quickly. It felt cool and open after his monster cock had been in me for so long. I couldn't move right away and just panted on the floor, catching my breath. I heard him moan and roll onto his back and sigh.

"Good job boy, now finish the job; clean my cock up."

I started to go for a towel. "No boy, use your tongue, always lick a man clean; it's a measure of the respect you have for your owner."

His cock had never looked like this. It was so wet and covered with all our fluids. I lowered my head to the head of his cock and began to work my tongue into his cum slit. He was a little startled as he was drained from so much cum leaving him. I didn't mind what I tasted on him. There was just a little blood. It's strange what you taste after a good assfucking. It's a very different taste. I knew that my ass had produced its own lubrication for him just like my mouth hole when I was face fucked. From my ass it's a bit thicker and tasted bitter but it mixed with his strong semen well. I was eager and willing to lick his cock totally clean to show my thanks and the musky taste only tweaked my need for humiliation. My ass was his now, I was his, he truly was my owner, my Master

At the end of Chapter #4:

"I knew I wasn't wasting my time training you; you're going to be one great cocksucker. It's really pretty simple Webb, once you manage to stuff their throat and they realize that they didn't die they begin to think it through and concentrate on the cock in their mouth and how to please it."

We were at the breakfast table just finishing our coffee; I had already given Kyle his morning blow job and we were both pretty mellow. "Well Chrissy, I think you now understand your place in the hierarchy. You were made to submit to the alphas of the world and that place is where you'll only be truly content. I belong to this club where alpha male and female members go to relax. Bob and his wife are members and I'm sure Webb will join when he's done with University. In all we have about 60 active people in our little club. I think you'd fit right in. There are about 15 active submissives that are part of our group and we can always use another. At our informal meetings our members relax by enjoying themselves as the subs service them. The sucking and fucking is intense. Your performance with Bob and his son convinced me that you would be an asset to our scene. What do you think?"

"Yes Sir, I would be very happy to serve your friends; it's what I need" I replied eagerly.

Kyle began telling me the club's history. "The club was built before the war by a rich man who had the vision to create a very, very private retreat in the middle of 1000 acres of deep woods that he owned; it's so far into the dense forest that we really don't need the alarms and alerts that have been set up all over the area. When the original owner died he left it to his only son who lived in the City and was also into the Dominant lifestyle. The rest is kind of history as Tom the owner and overall Master discovered that this place furnished him with the lifestyle that he deserved."

I was very interested as he continued. "That was 8 years ago and now we are an established club thought to be the best retreat of its kind in North America. Our member's are a diverse lot and we get visitors that are friends from all over the World. Inside the club there are always Slaves for a Master or Mistress to pick from, the subs on duty are kinda like the welcoming committee. There are also a lot of couples that belong to the Club that want to be either Slaves or Masters. We even have people that live out at the club full time in their role. I think you'll love serving as a slut-cocksucker slave and want nothing more than to learn all the different ways to serve. Of course you'll have to learn how to serve the female alpha members. In a lot of cases you'll find yourself servicing a couple. I think you get off on the humiliation of it all and this will only enhance it."

He continued, "Inside the club almost anything goes especially in the training rooms, the only rule is no one can get really harmed. Many Husbands will consign their Wives to the Club to be trained as slaves or in specific skills; as in everything done in our club it's always consensual. Of course there are many rules, as an example, you'll not allowed to wear clothes inside of the clubhouse nor are any of the other slaves; the alphas usually wear robes that allow the suck-sluts easy access to service them."

To be continued if there's sufficient interest:

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