Training My Jr. High Slut Chapter 3
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Continues from chapter 2
Paul or pauly as I liked to call him was becoming a very proficient cocksucker. He now knew his favorite place was between my legs slurping my cock, working it like it was his favorite Popsicle. I enjoyed his ministrations. My teenage dick felt at home in his mouth and I liked the feeling of power controlling him gave me. I think that Paul liked me being in charge of him. He might protest when I made him do things, especially things that might cause him embarrassment, but there was a part of him that liked giving up control, that enjoyed the feeling of being someone's boy, someone's bitch.
My taking control manifested itself in different ways as a natural progression of his being my slut, I started telling him what to do, making him serve me both sexually and in life. I recall him hanging around offering to do things like clear up my garbage after lunch or get me a drink in the cafeteria. I did not sit with him but rather he sat on the periphery of my group. They tolerated him because I accepted him and they knew we often walked home together living in the same direction. I think they just thought he was trying to curry my favor by doing stuff for me; but non-the less they sometimes made fun of him for it. Other guys might have laughed it off or made a joke of it but Paul wouldn't say anything; he would just turn red and look embarrassed. The first time one of the guys called him my bitch he dropped the drink he was bringing me and turned beet red and just stood there as if he was frozen. I had to do something so I said "Bitch go get me another drink" and off he went. After that people just started calling him James's Bitch or sometimes JB for short and it stuck. The nickname struck me as rather funny when I thought if they only knew, they should be calling him BJ instead. What was even funnier was he seemed to like it. Sometimes I would make fun of him and pretend to mix it up in front of the guys and call him BJ and just watch him turn different shades of red. Once one of the other guys called him BJ but I gave him shit for it so no one else did it.
I continued feeding Pauly my cock making him kneel and suck it on command several times a day. Usually everyday after school he would give me a long slow suck starting with my balls then working his way up my cock. If we did a sleep over I would make him lie with his face in my ass licking my hole as he massaged my back. Sometimes I made him go to sleep like that. I would drift off feeling his tongue just lapping at my ass. If I woke up during the night I would reach down and push his head into my ass and I would feel his tongue begin its ministrations again. I started to think of him as my servant my possession.
At school if I was horny and I was at least once everyday, I would make arrangements to meet him in one of the washrooms and make him suck me off. One day I told him to kneel and hold my cock as I pissed then told him to lick it clean as he was doing it I shot the last bit of my piss right down his throat. He whined "that it didn't taste good" I looked down at him and said in an angry voice "are you telling me something I made doesn't taste good". He looked shaken and said "no Sir" and I thought hmmmm it feels good to have a little piss boy. Next time we had a sleep over I had him shower with me. He washed my back and I told him to kneel and wash my cock. As he was kneeling in front of me soaping it up I let loose with a stream of piss that caught him right in the face. He felt humiliated and started to cry but I ignored it and told him " now you are my little piss slut you are gonna be drinking it so you better get used to it" He looked shaken but when I told him "to take my cock in his mouth" he did it right away and I clenched my muscles and forced the rest of my piss into his mouth and told him to swallow. I loved the feeling of power and control making him my piss slave gave me. I confess there was a part of me that felt disgusted, but yet another part of me that reveled in his humiliation. I took the opportunity to say" there is nothing lower than a guy that will let another guy piss in his mouth and swallow it yet' I watched the tears slide down his face and mix with the shower water as they were washed away. Even as he cried he kept my cock in his mouth gently sucking on it. I felt myself getting hard and he gave me a nice slow blowjob till I shot my cum in his mouth. I ordered him to hold it there and show it to me then to keep it in his mouth. I hadn't let him cum in a few days and he was real hard. I told him to beat off as he swished my jizz around in his mouth but not to cum without my permission.
Poor pauly he did not know if I would actually let him climax or not. Sometimes I had him jerk but just never gave him permission to cum. Once when he came without my permission I took my belt and gave him 30 whacks on his ass making him count them and thank me after each one. He was balling after about the fifth stroke but I reminded him to count and thank me or I told him I would start over. After that he never came without my permission, too bad cause I enjoyed punishing him. I liked how his ass looked bright red with welts on it. The day after his beating I kept bumping into him on purpose at school, pressing into his ass watching him flinch from the pain. I don't know how he managed to sit on that bruised red ass in those hard school chairs all day.
But I digress as Paul played with my cum in his mouth I jammed a finger up his ass as he jerked. The little faggot seemed to like that so I kept my finger moving around as he kept jerking. I heard him say something I knew he was asking to cum but with his mouth full of my fluid it sounded pretty unintelligible. I kept asking him to repeat it saying "you little cum fag I can't understand you speak clearly" I enjoyed the look of frustration on his face and the desperate look in his eyes. Finally I told him he could cum and to swallow my load as he came. He looked so happy, so relieved. I kept the finger in his ass moving gently as he shot and felt his butt clench as he shot a huge load against the tile wall. I told him "so you like your ass played with and filled you really are a faggot aren't you" He looked so humiliated as he replied "yes Sir" I then asked "who owns you, who's little faggot slave are you," He looked at me adoringly his cock dripping its last bit of cum and replied "yours Sir I am James's faggot, your boy, your slave" "that's my good fag I replied now lick your cum off the tile. From now on whenever I let you cum you will kiss my feet and thank me then lick your cum up unless I order you to rub your face in it".
The next morning when I approached his house on my way to school as usual I saw he was just waiting outside on his porch for me to appear so he could walk to school with me. I told him from now on when you see me I want you to kneel. If we are alone you will kiss my feet. If we are in public you will just kneel and pretend to be tying your shoe so it looks natural but you and I will both know what you are really doing. Paul immediately dropped to his knees and bent forward lowering his head almost to the ground. I ordered him up and gave him my books and lunch to carry. We trudged along to school till we passed the ravine. I headed into the trees and of course he followed. I told him "to kneel and take my dick out" He leaned forward and kissed my pants over my fly rubbing his cheek against my cock as a sign of submission. pauly reached in and brought my cock out through my fly. I told him "I have to piss and you are gonna swallow all of it. Anything that you miss you are gonna be wearing for the rest of the day". "Yes Sir" came the reply and he seemed to eagerly put my cock in his mouth. His submission and probably his warm mouth made me start to bone up but I made myself focus on our upcoming History test running the answers through my mind. Pretty soon I was able to start peeing and looked down to see him feverishly gulping it into his stomach. I had not yet peed that morning as I was saving it for him so it was a big strong stream shooting down his throat. He did his best, feverishly gulping my piss yet as my pee continued some started to dribble out dripping down the front of his shirt pretty soon more of it gushed out the side of his mouth till his shirt was pretty wet. I finished up with him swallowing the last of my pee then wiped my cock on his t-shirt as I did so shooting out a last stream of piss. I looked down to see him looking disheveled with his shirt wet covered in my urine. He actually looked quite happy and we continued the last little part of our walk to school. When we got there he told me he had an extra shirt in his locker for gym and he was going to go put it on. I said "no you aren't you are my little piss boy now you are going to wear that shirt all day so everyone can see it" He looked crestfallen and ashamed, like he might cry. Just then one of the guys I hung with Mike came up and said " JB what's all over your shirt?" He responded, " I spilt my apple juice" "Wow I said it smells like piss" and I watched his look of horror and his eyes start to tear up.
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