Slave Training Vignettes

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Cast: Mike, my old friend---June, my wife---Don, an experienced oral trainer -----------------------------------------------------------------------

Excerpt:

I must admit I was delighted to see my wife's cunt flesh up this close. She had a large pink clitoris that protruded out of its hood and her labia lips were full and wet.

I was then instructed to pull the little hood back and scrub around the back edge of the clitoris, as that was where wetness and possibly foreign material might collect. It is also very important that the area is completely clean and free of any residue he told me. I saw that June squirmed her butt when I did this to her, her lips clenched suppressing a little groan. "As you can see boy, this is very pleasurable for her. You're to shave her every morning. I like a nice smooth cunt."

"Now wring out the wash cloth like this," Mike said to me," then rub it over her pussy area thoroughly until it's free of excess moisture. Now drop down to the rectal area and do a good job of wiping her ass crack making sure to rub gently on her ass hole. We're now going to the next phase of shaving," Mike said, pulling out a bottle of cream from the counter.

My Old Friend

My old friend Mike called to say he wanted to visit. Boy I hadn't seen him in forever. I didn't even think he knew I was married before I talked to him on the phone. Of course I told him we would love to have him but honestly I was of two minds. I was always the little twerp in school and Mike had kind of protected me. As long as he was my friend no one would harass me. Mike was a big, tall, popular jock while I excelled in the Chess club.

Though we seemed an unlikely pair we were good friends until he went into the army as I went on to college. Now 15 years later Mike was coming to visit and I wondered about how we would get around the fact that for the last few years of high school I was Mike's blow buddy. I didn't know how we could move on from that. It wasn't as if I hadn't thought about it; in fact I thought about it during sex with my wife, June.

I picked him up at the airport and looked forward to a re-acquainting conversation on the hour-long drive to my mountain home. I knew he would be impressed with my wealth and position as a novelist. As we headed to the car Mike had somehow maneuvered me into carrying all the heavy bags. We talked of old times as we headed due west; Mike was the same old Mike.

"Remember when old Don was pounding on you and I came along; I pulled him off you and slapped him around a little and he ran away. We went to the pond and as I remember it; that was the first time you sucked my cock. Oh, you didn't want to at first but then I just kept talking to you and when I rubbed my cock over your lips and then you were eager. I have to tell you Bobby; I've had lots of blowjobs but you're still the best. Maybe it's because you were just so dammed eager for my cum; who knows why we do things eh."

By now I was a little numb; I didn't want to talk about this. I glanced over at Mike and was shocked; he had his cock out and was slowly stroking it. God it was huge, that thick purple head on the end of that long, thick prick with that gapping piss slit that looked like the mouth of a cannon. Oh yes I remembered.

"Ok Bobby, this roads really deserted, pull over up there." In a trance I did as he asked, just like old times, I always did as he asked. Off the road I put it in park and felt that big hand on my neck just rubbing my neck. It was old times as he pressured my head down towards his cock. "That's right little Bobby, go for it, for old times sake." He opened the door and stretched his legs out with that big club between his legs just hanging out. It seemed natural for me to get out and scamper over to his side of the car.

"It's big isn't it Bobby? Do you remember how I taught you to suck and worship it, I bet you do. Kneel now and enjoy."

"I understand, Mike, I said." My gaze was already fixed on the enormous cockhead that was dripping on the car seat. He wasn't fully hard and the weight of his dick had it laid out on the car seat cushion instead of pointing up towards his face. I shivered a little has I remembered how it had been. At the thought of tasting the wetness that I saw and realized that I wanted to do it. I still couldn't admit it...but I definitely wanted it. Bobby chuckled to himself as he saw me staring at it, as if he knew exactly what was going on in my mind, knowing the private war that I was fighting between my brain and my dick, and knowing, in the end, which one would win.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get started already" he ordered. I slowly inched forward on my knees. I lowered my head and had almost arrived at his juiced-up cock when his hand grabbed my head and slowed my descent. "Just lick it a while first. You may need some instructions to help you to remember"

I stuck out my tongue and lowered my head until it made contact with his cockhead. I immediately tasted the salty thickness of his precum as I used my tongue to probe deeper into his piss slit. I could sense that his cock was on the rise and heard a soft moan. Hearing him make that sound again set me on fire. I immediately tried to take the entire head of his cock into my mouth but was quickly pulled off again.

"Are you deaf, Bobby? Look, I know you want this cock bad, but you WILL follow my instructions just like always. I only told you to lick it. I want you to lick it until it is completely hard, then I'll let you try and discover what other talents that mouth of yours might still have." Releasing my head, he once again relaxed while I continued to lick at his growing cock using only my tongue. "Its time now Bobby."

Mike Held my head firmly pumping it up and down on his drippy meat, farther and farther down the shaft until the thick head began to hit the back of my throat. I felt the urge to gag each time it touched the back of my mouth but Mike didn't care anymore. Tears began to well up in my eyes, an automatic reflex when a person feels they are choking, how I remembered that feeling. Through those tears, it was easy to see that at least half of his cock was still outside my mouth. I knew he wouldn't be happy until it completely disappeared, just like old times.

Moments later he pulled my face clear of his cock and held it firmly less than an inch away from the angry flared head. He didn't let me look at him, but I heard him say, "Take a long, really deep breath through your mouth" As soon as he saw me begin to take the breath, he slammed my head viciously onto his cock, his thick cock only pausing slightly as it bumped the back of my throat before sliding down the relaxed opening. Of course, as soon as I realized what had happened my throat was no longer relaxed. I was gagging constantly as he held my head down, my throat convulsing over and over around the thick invader.

"Oh YESSSSSS!!! damm, that's it, it's like your throat is trying to get my cock off all by itself. Damm, Bobby, your throat was made for a man's cock, my cock, made to let a man sling his thick cum down that throat chute of yours."

Just as I felt that I was going to pass out, Mike raised my head up long enough for me to gasp for air. I could see thick, sticky strands of saliva, my saliva, mixed with his precum gushing out of my mouth and down that thick shaft. It was the consistency of cum as it slipped nastily over his balls and ran down the car seat. Mike then proceeded to thrust my head back down onto his shaft and even though he had a little more difficulty ramming it past the back of my mouth and into my throat (he didn't have the element of surprise anymore) he still managed to slip it all the way inside until my nose was once again buried in his crotch.

I gagged again, producing another thick, white glob of mucus to lubricate his cock for each successive thrust. He didn't hold me down on it as long this time before letting me up for air and thrusting it back again. Soon he settled into a long, slow, deep throat fuck and I was beginning to get a grip on my breathing just like old times. I was timing my breaths to occur at exactly the moment my mouth cleared the head of his cock. He was totally in control, never releasing my head for a second.

Time had slowed to a crawl as I felt his cock swelling larger and the first violent wave of cum traveling up his shaft to empty far down my throat. Mike gripped my hair and forced my head off his cock. With great quickness for a man in the middle of cumming, he pulled my head back and moved to sit right on the edge of the seat with the head of his cock less than an inch from my mouth. It shuddered again and spewed a second massive load all over my face, from my hairline down to my chin. I wanted to cum with him, but I still had pants on had lost focus on everything but his cock; my nuts just wouldn't release it.

A third blast coated my right cheek and quickly ran down to my chin, mingling with what was already there and gaining enough weight to slide off to the ground. Mike then used his other hand to pull his cockhead up and over the still spouting head of his dick, tightly pinching it off between his thumb and piss slit. "Keep your mouth open now, here it comes, ENJOY!" He held his still throbbing cock over my open mouth as he moved even closer to the edge, just letting it sit there for a moment, temptingly as he still kept the skin of the slit pinched off, staring smugly at me, watching my reaction.

After what seemed like an eternity, he took his hand back and I got my first taste of his load. It was amazing. As his cock shot out the pent up cum ran out like a fountain directly into my waiting, hungry mouth. The taste was incredible and I knew that I was hooked again, everything he had said about me was true. I wanted to cry, I wanted to cum, I wanted to run away, I wanted to taste more of his cock, all at the same time. I closed my mouth and moved the thick, creamy cum of my old school buddy around with my tongue to coat the entire inside of my mouth, savoring the musky flavor and heat of his cum. My mouth was full and cum was dripping down my chin. I gagged on his warm, salty seed, but he once again pulled me onto his cock and commanded me to drink every drop. I totally submitted again, like old times, in agony but also in a delirium of joy at my total subservience. Sperm and spit now coated my face to my surprise I found that every time this man's huge prick brushed my lips, I mouthed it compulsively. I couldn't help it. I hated and loved this feeling.

As we continued our drive I was surprised how easily we had slipped into our old, frank ways. He talked about how he liked to be serviced and how good it was to be back with his cocksucker. I couldn't help thinking about June.

"Well Bobby I'm really pleased with you. After all this time you're still hungry for my cock. Remember when I told you that some guys were a little like girls and wanted to suck off real men. We were so young then but that's really how it worked out; you're the sucker and I'm the suckee. Nothing has really changed. I still need to cum 3 or 4 times a day and you still like cock. Of course you're a bit rusty, you'll need to train those throat muscles."

"I've done some reading on slave training in the past and it boils down to getting your throat used to being filled. If you stick your finger down your throat and move it around and seek out those trigger spots at the entrance of your throat that make you gag you're training them to accept without gagging. The more you stimulate them and learn about what makes you gag, the easier it is to control your gag reflex. Also practice holding your breath. You can do this; just hold your breath for as long as you can. If you do this several times a day and continue to push yourself, you'll find you can hold your breath for longer and longer periods of time. Swimmers and divers do these exercises all the time." Mike said.

"You need to practice holding cock deep down your throat and try to see if you can breathe around the cock; a skilled cocksucker can hold a cock deep down his throat and lick his man's balls while breathing only through the nose. Learn to like the feelings of choking and not being able to breathe. You'll do it because it's what I want of you."

I didn't know what to think, Mike knew me better than I could myself. I hadn't seen him in years but in less than an hour I was his again, yes his cocksucker. I was driving slowly because I wanted to listen to his desires, I wanted to please.

"A lot of guys make fun of cocksuckers but that's just wrong. A cocksucker only wants to serve his alpha male and that's what I want. Now, I am going to tell you what I want from you, my sex slave. From now on whenever I want, you're going to blow me. As I've said I often need to cum 2-3 times a day and more so it's good that I'll live with you. I will need you to suck me when I wake up and again at bedtime. I don't care who is around your house you will be there to satisfy me when I need it. Your body is mine to use for my pleasure. You will strive to do everything as good as you can. Follow all my instructions. If I want you to lick my balls, you will do it. I might make you beg to serve me. I will fuck your mouth, or have you massage my balls, or perhaps make you lick my ass clean. You may have to shave your pubic hair, or walk around in the backyard with no clothes on. Anything I want, you will do for me because you just, plain want to please me. Occasionally, I will have friends who need servicing. You will do them too. I will cum on your face or will make you take it down your throat. Whatever I want, you do. Do you understand?" I nodded. "Good, I'm glad you know your place, good, Mike said again.

After a while he started talking again. You need to understand the psychological aspects of cocksucking. How to truly give service and submit to a man when he shares his cock with you so the experience is at its best for both of you. I have learned that although cocksucking is about one man giving sexual pleasure to another, like all sex it's really about both guys getting mutual satisfaction. Your satisfaction is routed in the submission inherent in kneeling with a stiff cock in your mouth. Mine will be in being superior to you; using you as a slut. Of course taking a man's load is just part of the job so to speak. But it's an important part. There's a reason that it's called "service." A guy using a cocksucker has every right to expect his load to be taken, and with gratitude. You must then look up at him and thank him with your eyes."

Mike was talking to me as explicitly as he had in college; his soft demanding voice had excited me then and still did.

"I know you're wondering how this works with your wife, but you don't need to worry, she knows it all." I was stupefied, how could she know, what did she think? I couldn't speak but Mike just went on in a matter of fact way.

"I've been talking on a chat line to her for a month. It started as just a jerk-off chat but somehow I found out that she was your wife. Eventually I told her you had been my cocksucker in school. She came back to me that this was a turn on for her. We talked more and decided that letting you serve both of us would be fun and here I am."

My head was swimming as I pulled into my driveway, what was happening. I gathered Mike's luggage and followed him into my house.

"Nice place you've got here Bobby, very plush and secluded. Hi June, after all this it's so nice to meet you. I've told him how it's going to be so don't worry, our little Bobby is cool with it."

I noticed that June was in a bikini, strange. Mike told me to get them a drink. When I came back they were on the couch talking. I set the drinks in front of them and went to sit down.

"No, no little Bobby, you don't sit in our presence, get on the floor", Mike said. For whatever reason I felt I couldn't refuse and quickly sat in front of them.

"I think it's time to continue his training, don't you June", Mike said?

"Listen to me carefully now, you have some hard lessons to learn. As our slut and slave you are now totally subservient to and will obey my orders as your Master; in addition from now on those of your wife as well. You need to develop and nurture the trait of absolute obedience if you hope to be happy. Your function as our sex slave is not to question orders, not even to think, but to obey right away without question at all times. I think that it is time that you learned that lesson. The reality is that you'll be much happier if you don't think and just obey. It'll free you to be the slave you've always wanted to be, were born to be" Mike said with a smirk.

I was in a trance as Mike continued, "Now my little cocksucker, it's time for your next lesson. Whenever I snap my fingers and point at the floor, you're to fall to the floor and kneel there with your legs spread and your mouth open. Let's have a little practice."

Mike snapped his finger and pointed at the floor in front of him. I didn't move. He slapped my face hard with an open hand. I felt a tear rolling down my cheek. He snapped his fingers again and pointed. This time I reluctantly shuffled to the spot on my knees with my legs spread. I glance at June whose face registers surprise at my easy compliance.

"You see June, he wants to serve us, let's give him some practice eh." They told me to get up and strip naked as they sipped their wine.

I thought I had no choice but it was obvious that I was excited by this treatment; my little prick was hard and they were laughing. Mike again snapped his finger and this time I fell fast in front of him.

"Take my cock out now and show your wife what a good cocksucker you are."

I began opening his fly. His cock sprung free and I lowered my mouth to it. Just as my lips touch the cockhead Mike lifts my head, smiles at me and slaps my face twice. He then pushes me onto his cock. "You see June, he's really subservient and likes this kind of treatment. Understand another rule, whenever I want to fuck your wife, I will snap my fingers and point. You will move into position and unzip my trousers. When you have removed them you will prepare me to fuck your wife by licking around my prick and balls and then by sucking me off until I am nice and hard for your wife. When I tell you to, you will open her cunt lips and guide my stiff prick into your wife." I must have looked like I protested with my eyes. Mike didn't hesitate. Again he slapped my face hard, once and then again. The slaps are loud and shake my entire body. I begin to whimper and sob. Mike made sure that I got the point by slapping my tearstained face hard a third time. I felt the defeat that they must have seen in my eyes and I knew that that I would obey.

"Are you ready to obey us at all times now Bobby?" He asked. I answered by sucking lustily on his cock, that beautiful cock, my new Master's cock. I didn't notice my wife smiling in the doorway.

Cast: Mike, my old friend---June, my wife---Don, an oral trainer---Me, Bobby

It didn't take long for us to settle into a routine. June was now my instructor while my old friend Mike was out shopping for "new plumbing."

"You know Bobby we've known of your submissiveness for a long time. As we talked of needing a man-servant and reviewed your willingness to please it became very apparent that you would be a perfect servant to us. Mike was really surprised that you had been able to suppress your urges after being his so willing cocksucker for a couple of years in college. Well now we've gotten to the real you, ha-ha, to your inner cocksucker", June said.

"While I instruct you why don't you swab my feet with your tongue. Get them nice and clean, that's nice Bobby. You need to understand that you'll be much happier if you let yourself go and just concentrate on pleasing us. We're going to teach you how to be the best body slave you can be. You have to let yourself go, conquer your inhibitions, only then will you be free and happy. Deep down you know that you were born to please your owners. Yeah, that's right, your owners. In ancient times a prosperous couple always had a slave ministering to their needs. Their slave would wash them, suck them off and provide toilet services. That's what we want and you need Bobby; in your head you have a need to submit and we'll help ease you into it." I knew June was right.

I was lost in licking her feet, so pretty and erotic. June continued, "in the next few weeks you'll learn to assist Mike in fucking me, how to lick our asses and suck a cunt. Oh I know you've eaten my cunt before but this will be different. You'll never fuck me like a real man again but you'll have all your needs fulfilled in our service just like any devoted slave would."

I sensed rather than heard someone behind me, Mike was back and talking. "I see you've kept bobby busy, that's good. I think it's time though to see just what we've got to work with. You know Bobby that from now on you're to be mostly naked like any slave boy would be. I've found that when a slut is kept accessible and naked it helps him to accept just what he is. Now that you understand your role as our servant it's time to go another step."

Mike retreated momentarily back to the table and returned carrying a collar made of leather. It had some small metallic hooks fastened to the outside surface. He turned the collar to show me that the leather was backed with a synthetic material on the inside. "Very comfortable, this collar...doesn't rub like leather, yet looks the same on the outside. Here, feel it Bobby." I took the collar and rubbed the inside with my fingers. It was soft. "Rub it on the tender skin of your neck." Mike took the collar from my hand. I was so surprised that I didn't have time to react as he moved behind me and placed the collar around my neck.

It was soft. Before I really knew what had happened, the collar was securely fastened around my neck. Mike and June only smiled at me. "Come here boy, look at yourself in the mirror" Mike said. He motioned to a mirror mounted on the far wall. I walked to the mirror and looked at myself, an attractive and fashionably naked man with a studded leather collar fastened securely around my neck. I tried to undo the clasp and unfasten the collar.

"Hands at your side now Bobby." My hands moved slowly down away from the collar to rest at my side. I felt something very cold on my back, it was heavy.

"There boy, those chains will really remind you of your status."You'll find that this particular collar has some very interesting effects on its wearer. It was invented as a sort of training collar. I have found other uses for it, however. But enough, the effect is that while you are wearing the collar you will do as we tell you."

"Acknowledge it for me Bobby you will do as we say!" Mike said.

"I will do...do as you say" I stammered out.

"You'll address me as "sir" and June as Maaam when you're allowed to speak but understand that generally we think your tongue is only to lick our ass."

"I will address you as 'sir."

"I think it's time to do a little inspection, see what we've got to work with, eh June?"

"Turn, bend over and keep your legs spread nice and wide. We want to see your asshole, the hole I'm going to be fucking" Mike said.

I flushed with embarrassment, turned my back to them and began to bend over. I did not expect that anything would be this humiliating.

Mike was chuckling as he said, "Reach back with your hands and spread your cheeks apart. I want to see that tiny asshole."

Cringing in humiliation I did as I was ordered. My cheeks spread open and cool air was blowing up my asshole.

"Look at that tiny little hole. I am going to have to stretch him open gradually before he'll be able to accept my cock. I think we'll start with a small butt plug and every other day increase the size. We can force him to wear it all night. By the time he's ready it'll be a proper size."

I could not believe what I was hearing. My friend Michael was talking about forcing me to put a butt plug up my ass every night. "Beautiful Bobby, now turn again and face me and assume the position." I did as I was told. "You're enjoying this, aren't you, Your hard", Mike said matter of factly.

"You will soon feel what it is like to have a large cock pushed into your asshole Bobby. Then I'll enjoy the delicious feeling of fucking your hot and tight asshole until I cum deep in your colon, filling it with my hot cum. I bet you squeal like a little girl," Mike said.

A few hours later I was resigned to my role as a manservant. In fact I was happy in it. They were right now that my docile nature was out in the open I was free to be just me. I was on the floor between Mike's legs gently nursing on his cock just as I had been told. I heard a man's voice and began pulling off of Mike's cock; I was rewarded by being cuffed across the face with his backhand.

"Get back onto my prick bobby, that's where your full attention belongs, suck." I quickly mouthed his cock.

"How's he doing Mike", the visitor, Don, I found out later, said.

"Oh pretty good Don, he's an eager enough cocksucker but still can't take a cock right into his throat", Mike replied.

"Don't worry, that's why I'm here", let me sample him a bit before we fit him up", Don said. The new guy, Don, zipped down his fly and Mike sent me scurrying over to get between this newcomer's legs.

"Now boy were going to start your training as a body slave. You're to always listen carefully and perform as you're told. Don't worry we think you'll make a great cocksucker," Don stated in a voice as calm as if he was describing last night's dinner.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed June had sauntered in. She was naked and surprised me by taking my place sucking on Mike's cock.

"To begin with boy I've always trained my servants to blow me without the use of their hands. It's harder to bring off your guy using only your mouth but I think a warm, wet mouth is way better than being jerked off. It's also that when you lack any control a slut like you is free to think only of the cock in his mouth, no distractions. Let me fasten those wrist cuffs of yours behind you now" Don said.

"Now you need to get the entire shaft in your mouth, cocksucker. Look up at me, keep your eyes open and on me, your owner."

I tilted my head back and looked up across his chest to his face. He was looking down at me, with an arrogant, self-satisfied expression on his face. I had seen a similar look on Mike's face a lot of times when I sucked him.

"I love seeing a guy's lips stretched around my cock boy. You look real good there on your knees with my dick in your mouth. Take as much cock as you can now."

I tried to take it deeper than before, the desire to please this dominant man completely filling my mind. I saw that Mike was fucking June from behind while they both watched my lesson.

"Tilt your head back again, boy." When I complied, he grabbed my ears with both hands and pulled my face forward. At the same time he pushed his hips forward. I felt the blunt head of his cock force its way into my throat. I felt like I was choking and my eyes were watering but Don's eyes never left mine. I could see that he was enjoying forcing me to take his full 8-inch length. "Now you look perfect boy. On your knees, choking on cock with your nose buried in my crotch. Now you're really a total cockslave."

I started to panic and couldn't breathe with his cock so deep, but he relaxed his grip and I pulled back some to catch my breath. As I sucked in some air he just watched me. When I calmed he forced me back down on his cock, completely jamming it into my gullet. Quickly he set up a rhythm with his hand and his hips. I was helpless with my wrists clamped behind my back; he could do whatever he wanted to me. It was almost like he was using my head and mouth to jack himself off.

My head was still tilted back and I was still looking up at him, just as I had been told. His eyes focused on mine and I saw he was pleased by the way he could use my mouth for his pleasure. It was exciting to see his enjoyment of my submission to his fucking of my mouth and throat. As I watched his breathing grew faster and more ragged. His balls which had been slapping against my chin were now drawn up to the base of his cock.

I knew the signs from my experience with Mike. The man was about to cum. I began to pull my head off his dick but his hands stopped me when I was only half way up the shaft. With a moan he began to spurt warm, sticky cum, filling my mouth with the thick, hot fluid that shot from his cock hitting the roof of my mouth.

The next two spurts fully coated my tongue. I couldn't believe it! I had yet another man cumming in my mouth. Don's cum tasted kind of salty but didn't taste bad. I tilted my head back to look up at him again and found his eyes staring down at me. "Take it, cocksucker. Take my cum. Swallow it all boy. Yeah, that feels good. Filling your cocksucking mouth with my hot cum, the way your buddy Mike's been doing to you. Ah! Ah! Ah" Don exclaimed!

My mouth was now full of his cum and He was still staring me in the eye. "Swallow it now boy" he ordered. Not really having any choice, I obeyed, letting his cum slide down my throat.

"That's what you were made to do. You were put on this earth to suck cock and swallow real men's cum. You'll soon learn to do a lot more" he said.

Don reached down and stroked his cock a few times, just milking it. He allowed me to pull my head off, but still held a fistful of my hair with his left hand. I watched as a milky white large drop of cum appeared on the tip of his cock, just oozing out of the slit. "Lick it up, boy." I no longer even hesitated. I leaned forward the inch or so and lapped up the last of his load from his piss slit.

"Good boy. You're a good little cock slave. You just need a little more training is all? You've got a belly full of my cum now boy. It's good for you; look at your wife getting that cock slammed into her, Mike is really FUCKING HER." I watched Mike's cock, the cock I knew so well, sliding in and out of June's cunt. All of a sudden they both came with loud moans.

After a bit Mike pulled out and motioned me over. "Clean my cock off now Bobby, you'll be doing a lot of this from now on, I think you'll like this new taste of cum and cunt jelly." Mike said. I licked and slurped until his cock was clean then took it into my mouth and sucked on it. The taste was musky and pleasant.

"OK Bobby now clean out the cum in June's cunt, get it as clean as if she just showered." Mike instructed.

Her cunt lips were puffy and covered with cum from the sex, I began lapping her using my tongue to go in deep and pull out the sticky cum; I thought to myself that this cum was about the consistency of clam chowder. I must admit that the humiliation of lapping another man's cum from June's cunt was hot. I licked and cleaned her crotch.

It was Don who said I needed to get fitted up because he had to go. With my hands still behind me he fastened a leather piece around my head. It had a short knob that fit between my lips. It was only an inch or so long. When he had it strapped on he smiled and took a dildo and pushed it into the knob. It fit tight and actually screwed forward through the center, farther and farther. I began worrying as it reached the back of my throat. Don screwed it in just far enough so it was against the entrance to my esophagus, just tickling my gag reflex.

"There, there boy after a few hours we'll put it in deeper. In a few hours you'll be able to just concentrate on breathing without worrying about gagging. Soon you'll be able to deep throat a horse. A good cocksucker must be able to take any cock right down his throat."

That night Mike advanced the mouth gag further into my throat; it rubbed and tickled every time that I moved. It felt great!

More to cum soon in the next chapter. I welcome feedback and ideas on this story: Dave at dodge1191@hotmail.com

They had decided to begin teaching me my duties as a body slave. I was led into the bath by my leash. My old friend Mike had me kneel while he spoke. "You know old buddy that I've always found that submissive types like you find kneeling on the cold tile floor of a bathroom intensely erotic. I think you'll really get off on being our toilet slave. A sissy boy like you was made for this. As you can see we've really remodeled this place now that we've taken it from you."

He was right, our old bathroom was very big but didn't have anywhere near the equipment it did now. Some of this stuff I couldn't identify. As I looked around June mounted a chair equipped with stirrups. She was spread wide and I was looking right up her crotch. My wife sat back in the chair with her legs spread wide. Her butt was scooted forward so that her entire genital area was spread wide open and displayed at the edge of the seat. She was comfortable and could see everything. Then Mike told me to bring a bucket of hot soapy water and washcloths.

Mike then instructed me to carefully watch whatever he did. He took one of the washcloths, dipped it into the bucket, wrung it out, and rubbed soap on it. Mike was washing June's pussy, starting at the top, working his way down, being sure to get inside every crease, even pushing the wash cloth into her vagina and twisting it around. I then followed his lead, doing exactly the same thing to my wife's spread open pussy. I must admit I was delighted to see my wife's cunt flesh up this close. She had a large pink clitoris that protruded out of its hood and her labia lips were full and wet.

I was then instructed to pull the little hood back and scrub around the back edge of the clitoris, as that was where wetness and possibly foreign material might collect. It is also very important that the area is completely clean and free of any residue he told me. I saw that June squirmed her butt when I did this to her, her lips clenched suppressing a little groan. "As you can see boy, this is very pleasurable for her. You're to shave her every morning. I like a nice smooth cunt."

"Now wring out the wash cloth like this," Mike said to me," then rub it over her pussy area thoroughly until it's free of excess moisture. Now drop down to the rectal area and do a good job of wiping her ass crack making sure to rub gently on her ass hole. We're now going to the next phase of shaving," Mike said, pulling out a bottle of cream from the counter.

"This thick cream is a gel that will make the shaving smooth and not leave any irritated skin. Scoop some of this into your hands and rub your hands together. Now take your hands and massage your wife's cunt just like I told you." I rubbed my gel-laden hands up and down over June's pussy, smoothing it into her clit, slipping some fingers into the opening of her vagina, swirling some onto her asshole, massaging and rubbing up and down, back and forth, sometimes pulling her lips out of the way so he could firmly apply the gel on the surrounding areas.

"Let's get the razor out now." Mike said.

Her pussy was completely saturated with gel. I could tell she was dazed with feelings of pleasure. She waited anxiously to feel the scrape of the razor. Mike nodded to me and showed how to start at the top then shaving downward slowly and carefully. "Pull each lip out towards you and shave the sides. Be sure you get any hairs that are growing inside the outer lips. You won't find any on the inner lips. It's very important to reach this area between the vaginal opening and the ass opening. When a woman bends over, if this are isn't shaven clean, stubble will be noticeable and it isn't all that attractive. OK?"

I was careful and very hot.

"OK now remember that's your job from now on. Come here and I'll show you another new task, it's time to improve your skillset eh." Mike told me.

Mike had me turn around on my knees until I was looking directly at his cock; even half flaccid it was huge. The piss slit was wide enough to remind me of a cannon barrel. June was out of her chair and gently lifted Mike's cock and held it up to my mouth saying, "Now Bobby just take the head in your mouth and nurse it."

I was eager to taste his cock again, it was better than when we were kids in the back of my mind, I liked being told what to do.

"You know June; I think there's a better way to break him in. Grab that glass bowl on the shelf. Bobby you hold the bowl with one hand and my cock with the other, aim it into the bowl." After a second Mike began pissing into the bowl very slowly. I admit to being fascinated by his stream with my head so close. "OK Bobby, stick your finger into the stream then suck it clean. Now lick my piss slit nice and slow", Mike said.

I lifted his cock to my mouth and ran my tongue into the slit tasting the pissy residue. The taste wasn't bad and the erotic feelings were overwhelming me.

June told me to suck the head again and I did. I shouldn't have been surprised but I was as Mike slowly pissed into my mouth. I swallowed and he stopped and told me;"that was pretty good boy but the proper technique is to leave your mouth half open while looking into your Master's eyes, and gently squeezing his ass cheeks when you want more, then blink when you're full. I like to watch my boys eyes when they swallow, it's kind of like a flush. Go ahead Bobby, make us proud."

I was mesmerized, I squeezed his cheeks and looked into his eyes as he pissed in my mouth regulating the flow so I could take it. The taste wasn't bad and boy did I like being his urinal. He had that arrogant look again; the one I loved and hated. The taste wasn't bad and the shear eroticism of the act made me hot. "Look Mike he's hard, he likes being treated like this" June said. She was right, I was horny. The shear humiliation of what I was doing washed over me like a wave.

Mike took me out of my thoughts saying, "Why don't you get over to the toilet June, let's let him finish up with you."

Mike soon had me kneeling in front of the toilet, in front of June. The wooden toilet was made like fine furniture. The entire front was open and padded to within 3 inches of the water. I didn't doubt what it was designed for! "OK Bobby, watch now. See that trickle of piss; don't you want to drink it? I didn't answer and Mike slapped me out of my stupor.

"Yes, yes I want her piss" I said. Looking at her smooth, shaved cunt was mesmerizing. Mike told me to get in closer and I scooted into the neck holder as ordered. I was looking up at her cunt; it was like a toilet bowl view of her crotch. She began trickling piss out and it ran down into my mouth.

"Get your head up closer and try not to spill after all sometimes you'll have to serve without the toilet apparatus." I happily lapped up the salty offering.

The next few days were a kind of blur, the sex never ended but I was content and happy. Mike told me that he was going on a cruise and a friend of theirs would continue my training. I thought I knew it all but I was wrong!

I was chained to a ring in the floor before they left. Mike had left me enough chain to move around and admonished me to listen and learn from their friend. "Don't think that you know it all, we think you're a natural slave personality but you have much to learn about serving us." They left and I contemplated how I had arrived in this position. I was naked and chained up in my own house. While my old friend took my wife on a vacation cruise I awaited a stranger who would further train me! What a development.

The door opened and a man moved into the shadows in front of me. "From now on You're now to do exactly as I say; it's what Mike wants. Do you understand?"

"Yes. I will." My answer sounded rather meek and must not have been up to his exact standards. "When I do let you speak you're to end your sentences with "Sir." Do you understand?" "Yes sir," I responded with my heart racing and my breaths becoming shorter. "I will address you as "boy." You'll have to earn the right to be my slave. Do you understand boy?" "Yes sir." "You know that Mike and June want you to obey me and improve your technique don't you." "Yes Sir" I responded.

"Yes sir to what?" "Yes Sir, I, I am your boy," I blurted out. My response stunned me but as evidenced by my growing cock, I was becoming more and more aroused. The man (Karl) unchained my wrist cuffs for me while keeping up a conversation. "That's better boy. Now place your hands behind your head and close your eyes while I inspect your body. You are not to make a sound." "By the way, my name is Karl; I'm a trainer at Mike's club and he has sublet you to me."

I closed my eyes and soon felt Karl's hands on my shoulders, stroking gently and in small concentric circles. The older man's hands then traveled down my back, Rubbing and tugging my skin. My cock was excited; more so now that his hands begin to lightly touch my balls.

Karl must have sensed my excitement for he abruptly stopped and walked around to face me. My eyes were cast downward in embarrassment and excitement over my current predicament.

"Look at me now boy," Karl said in a calm, soothing tone. I looked into his eyes. "You're doing pretty well son. It's time now to progress to the next step. I'm going to blindfold you now."

Karl turned around and opened a drawer from a table. He took out a brown leather blindfold, walked behind his boy and fastened the blindfold to my head tightly with the straps. He then removed a few other items, making sure that I heard him gathering the stuff. My sense of sound was heightened by losing my sight. Karl took my two leather cuffs and used a light chain to secure my wrists again behind my back. My leather collar completed my tethering.

Karl then faced me and ran his fingers gently over my chest. I felt him stroke my underarms and he was close enough that I inhaled his very essence. "You must not disappoint me boy" he said.

I didn't want to disappoint this man and vowed again to comply with his orders. I was quite surprised to feel Karl's index finger enter my mouth! My instinct was to try to dislodge the intruding finger but I knew that if I didn't follow his orders then Mike would be displeased. I didn't know what to do and was relieved when Karl said, "I want you to suck on my finger now. If you are to ever be a good slave I want to see your dedication."

I was more humiliated than I had ever been in my life but started to suck on the man's finger. I had the feeling that if I looked up I would see a wide grin on Karl's face as he continued to move his finger in and out of my mouth. After a few minutes he added a second finger. I had never experienced anything like this but was now learning what it was to truly submit. To be owned.

He took my hand then and walked me over to what used to be my leather chair. Karl sat down and guided me to kneel before him. I had no idea what to expect next and was both terrified and exited. I guess I continued to have mixed feelings about serving a man other than Mike. He was testing my limits of submission.

I felt him bend over and look at my little cock. I was flushed knowing that he could see my erection. I was ordered to prostrate myself, ass up. I was beside myself with how erotic it was as he started spanking me. After the first dozen swats I realized that Karl was determining just how completely his new boy was submitting to his control.

Karl looked into my eyes and saw that I had tear's forming. He stopped the spanking for the time being. "I'm very pleased with you boy," he whispered in a very comforting voice. "Do you remember the story of Robinson Caruso that you read in school, well you're going to learn to live it. I'll train you as a manservant just like Friday. When I come out to this house you'll be here to serve me. I want to own you as surely as if I purchased you in a slave market, look at this picture, is that what you want?"

The Picture showed a ancient scene of a slave market with a bare breasted girl being examined by a potential buyer. My answer was muffled with tears but clearly he knew I was his. In a quiet, soothing paternal tone Karl said, "You did very well with this test. Your new owner is very, very satisfied."

I thought this humiliating ordeal was over. My assumption was drastically changed when I saw Karl putting on one-rubber glove, then the other. I then felt a cold substance being applied to my Asshole. "Have you ever had anything up your ass before boy?" He asked.

"I, I've played with it with my little finger Sir. I haven't had anything up my ass in a long while."

"That will soon change boy" he said as he pressed his now oily, well lubricated index finger into me, his new submissive. He left his finger entombed for a moment and then started to move it very slowly in and out. He continued to finger fuck me for a few minutes just manipulating my tight little asshole. He was trying to relax and loosen his boy. I felt like I had to make a bowel movement but the slow stroking against my prostate was Exhilarating. He added a second finger and continued my finger fucking for a few more minutes. He then added a third lubricated finger as I squirmed in discomfort. "Easy boy, easy now, take it easy" he ordered. When he felt that I was ready, he removed his fingers from my now compliant asshole.

He picked up a black, medium sized, rubber butt plug and smeared more lubricant onto the anal invader.

"Listen carefully now boy. We need to loosen you up but make no mistake about it this will hurt. If you want to please me, you will take all of it. Next time we'll clean your ass out but for now I just want you to push your ass out for me, show me how eager you are to please me."

He placed the tip of the plug against my unwilling sphincter and left it there for a minute and then slowly began to push it inside my rectum. As he pushed the plug in and out, inching the tool in, I felt it spread my little asshole getting wider and wider. I continued to squirm and yelped in pain as Karl continued to push more of the invading object into me. I was near the end of my pain tolerance when I heard the encouraging words of my new owner "It's almost over now boy. You need to relax more because we're at the widest end of the plug."

I let out a loud groan as the plug finally reached its end point and bumped into my extended sphincter muscle. I was moaning in agony and wanted to extract the plug from my hurting rectum but I knew better and just continued to whimper in pain as Karl removed the disposable gloves. He gently rubbed my buttocks and lower back, trying to comfort and calm me. He whispered encouraging words into my ear, knowing full well how much pain I, his boy was feeling. After a few minutes of trying to gain a little composure, he told me to get up and stand in front of him. I groaned in pain as I worked myself backward trying to get up without the use of my wrists, the plug dug deeper into my ass.

I stood there for a few minutes, head down, really into this new reality of submissive pain. Karl stood and moved behind me and detached the leather cuffs from my wrists, chaining them to the ring on my collar. He then placed his hands on my shoulders, motioning me to kneel. My thigh muscles strained, begging for relief, my ass still throbbed in pain from its invader, as I finally settled onto the floor.

Karl moved in front of his kneeling boy and began to stroke my hair, wiping the sweat from my forehead. He placed his hand on my chin and motioned for me to look up at him. He stared at me for a moment and his green eyes pierced my soul. He then started to unbutton his jeans and let them drop to the floor. He wore no underwear; his cock was straining through the fly, needing relief. As he gazed at me he placed his hands on the waistband of his jeans and pulled them down to his knees. His hard cock was now only inches from my closed mouth. Karl's cock was truly massive; a good two inches larger than I had ever seen and was surrounded by light brown pubic hair. The huge purple head throbbed and the thick veins protruding.

"You've exceeded my expectations. You now have a small idea of what it is like to serve a real man. It is now time for you to fully service me. Open up your mouth boy." Karl said.

My mouth opened and I felt the pulsing, live prick of yet another man on my lips. It was so much bigger than Mike's. I started to lick it tentatively at first, then with more passion. I began to move up and down on his huge meat using my lips and tongue. "Ahh. that's not bad boy," he exclaimed. "Now I'm half hard I want you to get used to it so take a good look at my cock, a real close up look. Take your time, get familiar from really close up. Get your face up here really close to my balls."

I did exactly as he said. "No, get closer, closer" he said. My nose was within an inch of his cock and balls when he once again grabbed the back of my head and forced it in even closer, my mouth and nose touching his balls and gooey dick. "Now, take a nice deep breath and hold it in" he instructed.

I did the best I could with my face crammed into his crotch. The sweaty, musky smell of man-crotch hit my brain like a strong drug. My knees were hurting from the wood of the floor but I didn't care. I took one deep breath after another before I actually started to move my face around in his crotch, sniffing him good, moving over every inch as if I was trying to capture all of his smells without letting any escape.

Karl took one of his hands off the back of my head and positioned his cock so that it was lying across my face as I continued to root around in his crotch. I felt the sticky pre-cum start to ooze out over my forehead as I used my nose to lift up his balls and sniff under one and then the other. Something clicked in the back of my mind and I suddenly knew that I was in trouble, that I was hooked.

"How do you like that boy, be honest with me" he asked.

"It was awesome sir, the smell was incredible. I never thought something like that could get me so turned on" I answered. I was mortified to be saying those words, but even more embarrassed that they were the truth.

Karl just glared at me for a few seconds before standing up and moving towards the door. "I'm going to get something in my bag. You stay right where you are, don't move a muscle. Do you understand?" I nodded that I did, but instead of leaving he just stood there looking at me. "I'm getting very tired of just watching you just nod at me. You have a voice boy, use it" he said.

"I understand Sir, I won't move or touch it." His control over me was growing. He was only gone for a few seconds before coming back out again with a small, black bag. He rummaged around in one of the side pockets and soon found the object of his search; he opened his hand to me showing me a tiny white capsule and a half-drunk beer. "Here, take this" Karl ordered.

"What is it" I asked.

"NO QUESTIONS boy! I'll tell you after you take it" he said.

I reached up, took the tablet and washed it down with a swig of the warm beer. "That was a dose of poppers, concentrated poppers. It will put you in a really nice place where you'll feel all the sensations tonight but won't analyze every goddamn thing like you have been doing so far. I actually think you'll like it. It will take about 5 or so minutes or so to kick in" he told me.

As he commanded I just squatted in front of him, panting and admiring his crotch. He gently lifted the half-swollen prick and pointed it at my face saying simply, "Open your mouth!"

As I stared open mouthed at his cock he moved forward and laid the cockhead on my lower lip. I felt rather than saw it suddenly begin to spew forth with a stream of hot piss the first blast of which went right in my open mouth. The hot piss was incredible and despite my humiliation it just felt right.

After the initial blast Karl gently rubbed my head and told me to swallow. "That's right boy, gulp down your Master's piss, get used to that taste in your mouth, savor it, just like Mike showed you. Here comes some more, nurse it out of the head of my cock."

I closed my lips over his cockhead and gently sucked as he slowly pissed in my mouth. I thought to myself; this is good and my Master is so considerate to let me keep up with the flow. When he finished he let me run my tongue into the piss slit to clean it. "You see boy, it's more fun when your inhibitions are gone. Suck it a little now" he sighed.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get started already!" he said. I painfully inched forward on my knees when I realized that he wasn't going to move at all. When I had finally covered the distance between us, I lowered my head and had almost arrived at his juiced-up cock when his hand grabbed my head and slowed my descent.

"Just lick it a while first. You'll need instructions if you are going to make it as my boy." I stuck out my tongue and lowered my head further until it made contact with the smooth, reddish skin that covered his cockhead.

I immediately tasted the salty funk of his precum as I used my tongue to probe deeper and deeper into his piss slit. I could sense that his cock was on the rise and heard him let out a little moan. I immediately tried to take the entire head of his cock into my mouth but was quickly pulled off again as he said, "Are you deaf, boy? Look, I know you need this cock bad, but you WILL follow my instructions. I only told you to lick it. After what seemed a lifetime he pushed my face away.

"Open up now boy, you've been wanting this haven't you?" he said. I opened my mouth and felt about three inches of his steely hard cock slip into my mouth. He moaned and just held it there for a few seconds, telling me how hot my mouth felt around his cock. Holding my head firmly, he began to pump it up and down on his drippy man-meat, farther and farther down the shaft until the thick head began to hit the back of my throat. I felt the urge to gag each time it touched the back of my mouth but he really didn't care anymore. Tears began to well up in my eyes again. It was an automatic reflex when a person feels they are choking. Through those tears, it was easy to see that at least half of his cock was still outside my mouth. How far did he intend to go?

The answer came moments later when he pulled my face clear of his cock and held it firmly less than an inch away from the angry, flared head. At this range the piss slit looked like the mouth of a cave.

In my haze I heard him say, "Take a long, really deep breath through your mouth..." As soon as he saw me begin to take the breath, he slammed my head viciously into his crotch his cock only pausing slightly as it bumped the back of my throat before sliding down the relaxed opening.

Of course as soon as I realized what had happened my throat was no longer relaxed. I was gagging constantly as he held my head down in his pubic hairs, my throat convulsing over and over around the thick invader.

"That's it boy...it's like your throat is trying to get my cock off all by itself. I'm proud of you boy, your throat was made for a man's cock - made to let a man sling his cum down there." He said.

Just as I felt that I was going to pass out, Karl raised my head up long enough for me to gasp for air. I could see thick, wet strands of my saliva mixed with his precum gushing out of my mouth and down his thick shaft. It was the consistency of cum as it slipped over his balls and ran down my leather chair. He proceeded to thrust my head back down his shaft and even though he had a more difficult time ramming it past the back of my mouth and into my throat (he didn't have the element of surprise anymore) he still managed to slip all the way inside until my nose was once again buried in his hair bush. I gagged again, producing yet another thick, white glob of mucus to lubricate his cock for each successive thrust.

He didn't hold me down on it as long this time before letting me up for air and then thrusting it back again. Soon he developed and settled into a long, slow, deep throat fuck and I was beginning to get a grip on my breathing, timing the breaths to occur at exactly the moment my mouth cleared the head of his cock. He was totally in control, never releasing my head for a second.

I knew that spit and precum were everywhere, I could see a thick puddle of white, foamy saliva dripping off his balls onto the floor.

He continued his verbal coaching as well; "Yeah, now you're using your mouth pussy, take my cock, take it all the way to the root, boy! You've been dreaming about this for years, haven't you? Thinking about a wet, big, cock sliding down right into your throat."

His thrusts were becoming quicker now and I felt a new wave of swelling travel up his cock; I knew he was getting close to cumming.

"Remember how you fucking rooted around my balls with your tongue boy? Well now you're getting the whole thing right down your tight little throat, just like you always wanted. My big, thick cock' the same cock that pissed in your mouth is pounding your throat like it's fucking a pussy. Your throat is about to milk the sperm out of the nuts you licked and that makes you hot, doesn't it? Takes you right to the edge thinking about tasting my cum, doesn't it boy. Well, slave boy, get ready, here it comes" Karl said!!!!

Time slowed to a crawl as I felt his cock swell even larger stretching my mouth and the first violent wave of cum traveled up his shaft to empty far down my throat. Suddenly, with unbelievable quickness for a man in the middle of an orgasm, he pulled my head awkwardly backwards and moved to sit right on the edge of the sofa with the head of his cock less than an inch from my mouth. It shuddered again with nothing to hold it steady and spewed a second massive load all over my face and into my mouth. I was covered from my hairline down to my chin. A third blast coated my right cheek and quickly ran down to my chin, mingling with what was already there and gaining enough weight to slide off onto the floor.

I focused on the underside of his shaft and noticed it contract as yet another wave of his cum made its way to accumulate at his cockhead. He yanked my head backwards even further and looked down at me, smiled and spit into my open mouth while saying, "Poor slave boy hasn't gotten to taste any yet. Is that what you want, to taste my cum, your Master's cum?"

Well beyond embarrassment by now, I eagerly nodded that I wanted it. He shook my head hard and calmly set me straight. "I told you not to nod at me use your mouth cunt to answer me, tell me what you want!"

"Please Sir, I want to taste it so bad. Please don't waste it. I need to see what your cum tastes like. I've done everything you wanted tonight please let me have it in my mouth."

I was scared and excited at the same time as he said, "Keep your mouth open, boy, here it cums, ENJOY!"

He held his still throbbing cock over my open mouth as he moved even closer to the edge of the couch and just let it sit there for a moment, temptingly as his hand kept the skin pinched off, staring at me, watching my reaction.

After what seemed like an eternity he skinned his hand back and I got my first real taste of his load. It was amazing. The pent up cum ran out like a fountain directly into my waiting, hungry, mouth. The taste was incredible and I knew that I was hooked; everything he had said about me was true. I wanted to cry, I wanted to cum, I wanted to run away, I wanted to taste more of his cock, all at the same time. I closed my mouth and moved the thick, creamy, salty, cum of my new Master around with my tongue to coat the entire inside of my mouth savoring the musky flavor and heat of his man cum. He began to beat my face with his slimy cock, moving his cum all over my face before he released the back of my head. He knew I was hooked.

Another chapter in the works.

Karl got right to the point as he related my status to me. "You did pretty good boy. Kneel down between my legs again and let me tell you where we're going with this. I know that you used to suck Mike off as a boy but that's a lot different than what you have to learn now. I'll teach you real submission, real slavery. We think that's what you need, in fact what you were born for."

"A cocksucker like you has to broken in correctly though to fully realize his potential. That's my job. In our club I'm the training Master and you'll learn it all from me. Whether you admit it to me now or later when my cock is in your ass or after you've eaten my cum or after you've been loaned out to friends for them to use your mouth and ass, you WILL admit it. You need men and women to tell you what to do, you need to be owned. You need to suck cock, lick cunts, eat cum and assholes. You're a fuck puppy. What I call an Omega male - the lowest man in the pack. You need Alpha males like me to put you in your place and to show you the ultimate fulfillment of what you know yourself to be. You need a man like me in your life to help you become what you want to be: the server of men, the pleaser of women."

I could have said something, should have said anything to protect my pride but I remained speechless and controlled by this man as he talked to me. "You may admit this in the form of a grunt when you suck my cock or a plea for me to fuck you harder. We will both know exactly what it means because I had you pegged as a cocksucker from the second I walked through that door, just as Mike found you years ago."

"All this talk has made me horny," Master Karl said. "Take my pants off, not my underwear and don't you dare to suck my cock yet." My hesitation was as short as a heartbeat, and then his pants were off. "Good cocksucker," he said, I could tell he was smirking. "Now smell right here." He pointed to where his leg met his crotch. "I want you to remember that smell; it's one that you're going to know quite well very soon. It's the smell of a man who lords over you, a man who controls you, the man who knows what you want more than you do sometimes. Do you understand?"

I inhaled deeply, and was rewarded with a heady smell, like all the best parts of a men's locker room, just like a room smells after sex. It was distinct to Karl, and I knew I would always associate this smell with the man who now controlled me. "Good, cocksucker," Karl purred. "Now strip and get on your knees. You should get very familiar with this position, too."

I did as he ordered, and he stood over me. Standing in only his shorts, Master Karl looked more spectacular than I had thought. A man's body, broad shoulders, meaty pecs, defined abs which came down in a V which pointed all of my attention to his crotch and the bulging package there.

"Now we're going to take this slowly," he said. "Pull my underwear down so that my public hair is showing. No more." I did as he told. He had a trail of hair running from his navel to his underwear which fanned out as I pulled his underwear down. Pubic hair had never struck me as particularly sexy, but on Karl it was. I stopped as I exposed a small portion of the base of his dick. "Kiss it, right above my cock. You're about to learn how to worship every part of my body. You will love my body, every inch." I kissed his pubic patch, his curly hairs tickling my lips and nose. His scent was strong here.

"Uncover my cock," he said. "Do not touch it with your hands yet." I pulled down his briefs slowly. From the base, I watched his cock grow... and grow and grow. Thick veins crisscrossed his huge cock; it was big and thick. Numbers about its length and girth do not do justice to the power, weight and sheer masculinity of Master Karl's cock. It was the true embodiment of manhood. My hunger to touch and taste it became foremost in my mind.

Above me, Karl started to chuckle. "You are not the first boy to have that look on your face when you've seen my cock. Swallow, bitch. You're about to drool." "Kiss the head," he said. I reached up to touch it. "DO NOT touch it." He barked. "Only your lips, kiss my cock." I kissed just the tip, and his cock jumped. My own cock jumped; he liked this. As my lips pulled back, and string of precum from his cock followed, stretching between us, connecting me to him. "Look at me," he ordered. "Do you like precum?"

I nodded my head. "Answer me in your own words."

I licked my lips as I opened my mouth to speak. His precum flooded my taste buds. I was now tasting Master Karl, the essence of Karl. "I like cum and precum, the taste is intoxicating to me" I said.

Karl's smile was more reward than I could have expected. His grin became his face, and I felt his cock throb, leaving a spot of precum on my chin.

"You and I are going to get along very well," he said. "Now, my balls." I pulled his underwear past his balls, which looked small compared with his dick, but would have been huge on most guys. They had a light sprinkling of hair on them, and one hung lower than the other. He lifted his hard cock out of my face. "Suck them, both at the same time. I want to see you struggle to get them in your mouth." I licked his balls, knowing that his cum and my reward was inside. I covered my teeth with my lips and gently put his first nut in my mouth filling it almost completely. As I tried to get his second nut in my mouth, my teeth scraped against his ballsack. He winced and raised his hand as if to hit me, anger flaring in his eyes. "Treat them better, or you will pay, boy," he said, his voice laced with anger and warning. Finally, I was able to get his second ball in my mouth, my cheeks puffing out obscenely. I had to breathe through my nose.

Karl groaned, his eyes closed, and his hand dropped to his side, his pleasure was obvious. He dropped his hard cock and it slapped me in the forehead, leaving a trail of precum in my hair. I stared at my gorgeous master past his cock. "This is the way the world should be," he said. "My balls in a cocksucker's mouth and both of us with a hard on."

"Now I will tell you about the contract we are forming, you and I. This cock, or any cock" he said, lifting his dick up and letting it smack down on my face, "Is now your responsibility. Any time a man wants to cum, you will be there to make it happen. Any time I feel like sticking my cock in a hot mouth or ass it will be yours that it will fill unless I chose another convenient hole or unless you don't deserve my cock at that time. I've already cum in your mouth once and I'll give you another taste after you learn to suck ass."

His hand slowed and then stopped jacking on his beautiful cock. He walked away towards the bed and knelt on the edge of the bed, his ass towards me and I got my first look at his ass in the flesh unobstructed by clothing. It was perfectly symmetrical; the crack darkened by a light smattering of hair, his ass was porn star quality. Yes I wanted to bury my face in the crevice for about four days. He got on all fours and looked at me through his legs. His ass, balls, and dangling cock were all visible, a picture burned forever into my memory.

"Come here, boy," Karl said, his voice deeper and more relaxed than before. I waddled over, still on my knees, wondering what the hell he had in store for me next.

"I want you to lick my crack now boy, isn't that what you want now."Yes, Master" I answered.

I moved in toward his ass and it smelled warm and good with heavy musty male body odors. He told me to run my tongue up and down his ass crack then started licking the hole to clean it good all around the outside. I concentrated on his crinkled rosebud and washed it with my tongue. It tasted like Master Karl's big body smelled, clean, strong, and male. I never experienced so many new experiences before. My mind was spinning.

I felt sad that I finished so quickly. "Get back down there, slave, you're not through yet." Karl growled. "Get that tongue back in that hole and clean it out good, slave-boy. You spread my ass with your hands and wash my asshole with that tongue. Get it up there as far as you can."

I did as ordered. I spread his ass cheeks and sunk my tongue in his ass as deep as I could get it. Master began to moan and move his butt to fuck my tongue with his ass. I got some of the best flavors I'd tasted all day. I cleaned every bit of his hole and loved it. What was happening to me? Hours before I wouldn't have considered doing anything like that to anyone and here I was cleaning out this giant man's asshole. Eating like the first pig to the trough. I sucked Master's hole with pleasure slobbering up and down his crack. "You're a pretty good student, you were born to lap at an asshole. Tonight one of my buddies is coming over to help me. We're going to fuck you tonight it's another skill you'll need. We've actually got to speed up your training a bit, your wife will be home in a few days"

Later in the day, I was still naked, but now I was not on my knees but leaning over one of the chairs we had upstairs. Master had a finger in my ass. He could have just done it but that was not his way. Karl never did use his size, strength and my desires to force me to do anything. He thought that going slow made a better slave. Karl pulled his finger out and moved in behind me.

His instructions were always explicit and delivered softly, "Relax. Just relax and it will be fine. Just like when you first took a cock down your throat."

My ass was now slippery with baby oil, as was his cock, but I was still tense. "Ok, very slow and easy," I heard him say. "Just one little inch at a time and if it hurts say so."

His cock moved to my opening and he began to rub it around, pressing against it. At first, I contracted, but as his pressure became harder, I relaxed and the head of his cock slipped inside. He stopped as the head entered, staying very still as I got used to it. It actually did not feel much different than having his finger in there.

"Now, that feels good!" I heard him say. "You ok boy?" I nodded and he withdrew, then he pushed back into me again, pressing forward a little further. He pulled back again and worked into me about two inches. I had been biting my lip but the sharp pain I was waiting for never appeared, I just felt full and relaxed as he moved in and out before slipping out and stepping aside. "Did it hurt?" he asked. I was flattered at his concern.

"Please just go slow sir," I answered in what must have sounded like a pleading faggot waiting / wanting to be skewed on a cock.

He took his time again working his cock in and out of my ass, pushing a little deeper each time until he had about four inches or so into me. He fucked me for a couple of minutes, very slowly before pulling his cock out. My ass closed around his cock as he pulled the big cockhead out.

"When I go back in this time you'll be truly fucked, he chuckled around the words. It's always best to get a slut like you used to accepting how a cock feels pushing into his ass. Most of our members are only into fucking pussy but everyone knows that once you've fucked a boy's ass you own him. Are you ready for more now boy?"

"Yes Sir" I replied in a trembling voice.

Master worked a little more oil into me before pressing his cock against my ass and slipping inside. His head and the first few inches went in easily again but then I felt a moment of discomfort as the thick part of his cock stretched my hole wider than it had ever been. I reached back to his hips and held him as I pulled away. He stopped and waited until I put my hand back down and told him to go ahead. Soon his belly was against my ass, his cock buried inside me as deep as it could go. God, I felt so full, but liked the feeling and as he began to pull back and then push forward my ass moved to meet his thrusts. It didn't take long before I felt his cock swell, even larger, inside me and he pressed deep has I felt his warm cum flood into my ass.

I had cum while he fucked me, I believe it was just as he was cumming in my ass. His cock slipped out of my ass and I just sagged for a moment. Surprisingly, it did not hurt. I suppose because of the slow way it happened.

"Good boy," Karl said as he held his slimy cock and balls out for me. He stroked his cock lightly and told me to get on my knees in front of him. I moved the few steps toward him and sank to my knees with my face level with his cock.

"I think you know what to do now, slut," he smiled and let go of his cock letting it bob in front of me with cum and ass juice dripping from that big cockhead.

I opened my mouth and leaned forward, my hand going to grip his cock. "No hands, boy. Just your mouth again this time and I want to be nice and clean" he told me.

I put my hands back down and took the head of his cock into my mouth, pressing my lips behind the head as my tongue licked it, then sliding my lips down his length, stopping every couple of inches as the combined tastes swirled in my sucking mouth.

I would pull back up and then suck more of him into my mouth, my tongue went underneath, licking it until I had it all in my mouth, the head in my throat and my tongue flicking against his sack. I pulled up his shaft as he told me to suck him off. My head bobbed back and forth on his cock my lips keeping pressure against it as I sucked his cock. It was not long before I felt his cock swell and he pushed it deeper into my mouth with yet more cum beginning to drip from it. I opened wide and swallowed it, as he groaned and shot streams of hot cum down my throat again.

When he was done, he held my head down on his cock for a minute and patted my head gently like a trainer might do with a skittish colt, "there, there boy, there, you did that well."

"Someone will fuck you at least every couple of days, you are always to use your mouth cunt to clean your Master's cock when he's done. A good slave never leaves his man with a slimy cock. By the way how was the taste? Just this once be very explicit, I really want to know what your thoughts are."

I thought for a minute before answering "It was like nothing I've ever tasted before Sir. It excited me. I know I shouldn't have liked it but I did. The taste was tart yet somehow comforting. It must have had something to do with wanting to please you, to just submit." "Good boy, good boy."

The next day, my last with Karl for my wife and best friend were to be back.

"Now let's continue with your training. Bend over for me and hold onto my waist like a good boy." Karl said. I did as he instructed.

"Now, I'm going to give you my cock for you to suck on. I want you to do your best to milk it but make sure you don't bite me or I'll be very angry. Do you understand?" "Yes sir," I answered and bent over.

I wrapped my arms around his waist. He took his rising penis in his hand and held it up to my lips. Looking down at its girth and length, I swallowed hard and opened my jaws to engulf it. I slid along its warm firmness until the round head hit my soft palate and I started to gag again.

"Quiet boy. Go slow," Karl said, holding my head in his hands and pushing me back just a bit. "Just relax and breathe through your nose. Now, let's try it again." I heard a door open, was someone else there?

Grasping my ears, Karl took control, sliding in and holding me in place for several seconds before backing off and allowing me to recover. Then he pushed in again. Slowly, my gag reflex lessened and I was able to take his entire length down my throat. I was murmuring around the mass filling my mouth when once again.

"Now you need to relax boy. This is hard. Relax your throat and wiggle your ass at the same time. Let yourself go," he said softly, gently stroking my face and fingering my ears.

I didn't understand what was happening; was he hypnotizing me? I just knew I wanted to please him and do as he said. Perhaps my survival instincts were taking over knowing that if I didn't cooperate and learn what I was being taught, I would be made to suffer. So I breathed very deeply and willed my esophagus to relax.

"Good boy," my trainer said, obviously pleased. "That's exactly the correct response. Your purpose is to give pleasure to men, men who dominate you. There is, of course, a hierarchy in our club group so you, as a new cocksucker will be required to give pleasure to your superiors. But your function is to pleasure better men. That's how you will earn your keep."

I now understood that my trainer was teaching me that my purpose was to keep a man's cock and balls warm, wet and aroused whenever he wanted. Everything had to be done according to the wishes of the man that I was serving for his pleasure was to be my reward.

"I need to piss, Karl said, "You know what to do."

I did know and I actually wanted to do it. I pulled back slightly on his half hard cock and closed my lips around the cockhead. I opened my throat as the warm stream started to flow. I swallowed large gulps as rapidly as I could so as not to get behind. It was essential when doing urinal duty, to keep up because I knew a slave didn't want to have the piss leaking out of his mouth and wetting the Master's trousers.

With Karl's training I was becoming pretty proficient at urinal duty, my secret being to learn to enjoy the flavor and to focus on the flesh in my mouth rather than on my stomach. That way I could continue swallowing as long as the stream continued. I'd learned that a bladder can't possibly hold more than a stomach so I just needed to overcome the illusion that my stomach would fill up while my man peed in my mouth. I'd also learned that I should start swallowing as soon as I felt the piss entering the urethra so that the action has already commenced by the time the urine reached my mouth.

"Good boy" Karl said as he stroked my head; his obvious approval made me tingle with delight.

"Now I want to work some more on your gag reflex. You must be trained to take a cock down your throat without gagging. Most of our club members don't appreciate having a cocksucker gag and choke around their cocks, too messy. So I want you to concentrate on relaxing the muscles of your throat. Inhale deeply and swallow as you go down on my dick. That'll help to open your throat and enable you to take it without gagging."

As I've said, My training Master Karl did have a long, thick cock. It was probably nine inches long when fully erect and an inch and a half in diameter. I tried to follow his instructions and swallow him. But the thought of taking all of him down my throat distracted me and as the head of his cock hit my soft palate, I gagged again and pulled back.

"Easy boy, now concentrate. Do as I tell you. Take a Deep breath and swallow as you take it," he instructed patiently. "Say `ah' as you go down, just like you do for the doctor."

I breathed, opened my throat and swallowed as I slid down his cock. I said "ah" has he'd instructed and found that not only did that lift my palate but it also sent vibrations through the flesh filling my mouth and throat making him groan. I felt the head slide past my soft palate and I felt a sense of triumph; I'd succeeded in doing as he'd ordered. "Oh, yes. That's it," he said now sitting back in his chair and placing his hands on my head, running his fingers through my hair.

It was the first time that I had comfortably throated a cock; I was pleased and proud that I was satisfying him. The room was filled with the sounds of my guttural vocalizations, slurps and his moans. I don't know what came over me but I was going after him with a gusto I'd never felt before. It was so wonderful to have him filling my throat. The feel of his hard dick, filling my mouth with heat, pressing my tongue down and stretching my lips was incredibly exciting and I only wanted more.

I felt tears and my own drool mixed with Karl's precum dripping down my face. I had barely caught my breath before his cock smashed into my throat again. He fucked my face at an amazing pace. His big balls would slap against my face as he went in as deep as he could then pulled it all the way out. Again and again, over and over he brutalized my throat.

I lost track of time. Very suddenly he pulled all the way out and took a small step back, a string of precum connected my lips to his cock. Taking his cock in his hand he jacked himself off pointing it right at my face. I opened my mouth as wide as I could as I watched his cock throb in his hand.

The first spurt of cum struck my chin and made a gooey line down my cheek, across my nose and closed eye, all the way to my forehead and into my hair. The next one went right between my lips, forming a puddle on the roof of my mouth. He staggered forward and stuck his cock back in my mouth. There were several more shots of cum, my mouth filled quickly, I couldn't swallow quickly enough and it leaked out and ran down my face. Master withdrew his cock from my mouth and stumbled back into the chair, almost falling into it. With his cock softening up he said, "You are going to make one hell of a slut for your owner's, boy. They'll be home in the morning."

I now knew my destiny. My only purpose was to service my betters in any way they wanted. I had been born to be a cock slave; I couldn't wait for Mike to return and enjoy my new skills.

Mike – Bobby and June.

This was the day Mike was to return with my wife from their cruise. I wondered just what I was in for but I had to admit a small sense of pride in the skills that my training Master had taught me. When I heard the driveway alarm trip I scampered to the door and knelt with my head down to await Mike and June. As instructed, I was naked and kept my hands behind my back. Mike didn't enter my mouth straight away, but just held my head in his powerful hands and tilted my head up. I closed my mouth and opened my eyes. He smiled and asked if I understood that I belonged fully to him, as you might own a pet. "June is no longer your wife, you'll obey her just as you would me.

I understood. There would be no second chance, he could go anytime he wanted. I had to be the one to make him stay. I could see a bulge in his slacks, but I didn't move when he told me to remove them. He only had to slap me once, and I moved. He didn't hit me hard at all, just enough to get my attention. I pulled them down, and he didn't need any more help keeping me focused. He let go, and I went to his pants and opened them. His cock was still thick, and it was growing in my hands. I dimly heard June snicker in the background.

I had seen this cock before, when I sucked Mike off as a teen. He smelled so strong down there, a man smell but stronger. It was very musky and strong, but I felt something change in me. I looked at this cock and has my trainer had said, this was my Master. Mike's cock was Like a big man with a big dog on a leash.

I didn't want what came next. Not at all, but if you were watching me, you would have seen me open my mouth wide, with no provocation or threat. It just opened to accept him as natural as breathing." Out of the corner of my eye I could see that June had set up a chair and was aptly watching Mike's domination of me.

The strong smell of this huge cock totally filled all my senses, just as when I was a kid. He placed his hands over my ears; my eyes only could see this long thick shaft coming out from my lips, and his flat belly. I could only smell, feel, and taste cock. My Master's huge, thick cock. It was Funny.

That's the first time I called it that. Not Mike's cock, or his cock, or even something like "a porn movie kind of cock", but rather my Master's Cock. It's funny but it feels right to say it like that. This thick Cock really filled my mouth. He pushed it to the back of my throat, and I thought for sure he was going to violate my throat all the way as Karl had. My muscles were still relaxed as I had been trained as I breathed in his thick aroma, prepared to surrender my throat all the way to my stomach. But he did something I never expected, He was gentle.

With all that hard cock, like a ball bat slowly pumping into my mouth, I was amazed at how soft the head of his cock was against the back of my throat. He stopped there, without raping my face like he could have. He just held my head in his big, powerful hands and stroked his cock in and out of my mouth. "You see Karen, he's really a slave at heart. He loves my cock but craves humiliation, he's a born slave." He was concentrated on fucking my mouth. My mind was spinning out of control He was taking me and I couldn't stop him. My body was reacting to him in a way that it never had before.

"As his cock was slowly fucking my mouth, slowly and gently, I opened my mouth and felt myself relax. I started salivating. I think it was his man smell, and the feel of his hands on my head and my mouth stretched open as at the dentists, but I felt myself lubricating. My mouth cunt was getting wet. I felt my lips swell as I was coating his cock with my juice. I don't know how long he did this, but my drool was running down my chin and more just came out. After a little while Master starting moaning and then placed his hands on the back of head again pulling it forward further onto his cock and then suddenly his cock began to twitch and then he let out an almighty groan as he began to cum in my mouth. My mouth was soon flooded with hot salty tasting spunk. Mike held my head firmly and I had no choice but to swallow as wave after wave of thick cum hit the back of my throat. I was swallowing as quickly as I could but still some spunk began to dribble from the corners of my mouth and down my chin. Slowly he slipped his cock out of my mouth "clean it slut" he said and I began to lick and suck the last traces of sticky cum from his cock. I felt quite pleased that I had been able to swallow nearly all his load without choking.

Now that he was finished I felt a little embarrassment at being on my knees licking his sticky cock while my wife watched. As I thought about it I couldn't believe that I felt embarrassed in front of a man who slapped me and raped my mouth. What was I in for? Was it my fate to serve as a body slave, would I ever be happy without a cock or cunt to service.

I think I'm finally happy in my new role!!!!!!

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