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Peter smirked as he said, "I think you're very interested Bobby, hell you've been watching my cocksucker for a very long time considering that you're not interested. I know you're not gay but maybe you'd like to just experience what a cock tastes like; it'll be a little like trying sushi or licking a cunt for the first time, just a taste. By the way have you fantasized about licking the hot cum from a fresh-fucked cunt? You don't have to answer that, just think about it."
For whatever reason I had to admit that he was right; I wanted a little taste. Chris moved over still holding out Peter's prick for my "taste". I knelt between his legs, wrapped my hand around his Cock and very tentatively stuck my tongue out giving his manhood a broad licking stroke just before I took that large mushroom head of cock into my mouth. Now on with the story.
Becoming his Suck boy
I was lucky enough to get a job installing Computer networks and generally troubleshooting all things technology right out of school. It was great; I was a free agent on commission and had considerable free time while doing a job that I was actually interested in; it was all good.
I was sent out to an upscale suburb to install a new wireless modem, a very simple thing that was quick and profitable. The house set far back from the street, surrounded by a substantial wrought iron fence; it was very well landscaped and quite posh. I went up to a small gatehouse before the locked gate. There was an alpha-numeric keypad for entering a password and a call button that I pushed. The answering voice first asked if I was in Master Peter's service and when I said no he tersely asked the usual questions about my appointment. I was soon heading up the drive to the big house.
I was met at the door by a 30-year old guy clad only in very tight gym shorts who said, "Master Peter is at the pool, please follow me Sir." The house was impressive but the pool area was simply over the top luxurious. Half of the pool space was covered by an overhanging roof; it was tastefully tiled and filled with glove-soft leather furniture. In the shaded area the man I assumed was the owner sat on a huge red leather chair. I noted that he was about 45 years old and in pretty good shape, well maybe just a small bit pudgy. He had a white bathrobe on and was talking on the phone. My escort motioned me to a chair opposite the man I assumed was "Master Peter". I pondered why he was referred to as "Master" as he continued his phone conversation without as much as an acknowledgment of my presence right in front of him. I thought to myself, "what a rude bastard this guy is" as I waited.
He finally hung the phone up but then picked up a paper and started making notes on it. I'm usually not bashful but his actions were so off the norm that I just sat silently and waited. After a few minutes he looked up at me and asked who I was and what did I want.
"My name's Bob and you called me in to install a new wireless setup" I explained. It was an uncomfortable few minutes before he answered, "I'm Peter and the servant who is presently servicing me is called Chris who is getting us some refreshments right now."
I couldn't help wondering about the "presently servicing" me statement but hell, it wasn't often that I went out on a job and was provided with refreshments. My escort, Chris arrived with a tray full of sodas and snacks. After we had our drinks I was again surprised that Chris just stood a few feet away with his hands behind his back and his head bowed.
Peter and I made the usual small talk about the weather and such as we sipped our drinks. All of a sudden, he opened his robe and snapped his fingers as he pointed to the floor in front of him. He was naked under the robe and had a very thick, long cock that wasn't quite hard yet.
Chris bent over, slipped out of his shorts and fell to his knees in front of Peter leaning in to lick his balls. It would be a gross understatement to say that I was surprised; it was one of those moments when you just can't believe that what you just saw was really what was happening. It was like I was deep into a dream as I heard Peter (Master??) talking again, "you don't mind do you, I like to have a cocksucker pleasuring my cock while I talk; a warm, wet mouth is so very relaxing."
Chris was licking Peter's balls using his tongue to lift them as he ran it around the big ballsack. I was shocked but also strangely attracted; I couldn't stop staring, it was all so very outrageous that I was kinda in a trance as Peter spoke.
"Chris is far from my best faggot but he tries very hard on his monthly visiting day. Like most of my suck boys he knows that he can only return here if I'm pleased. At first, he was like all the others, shy and very nervous. It's quite tiresome really but I know that their cocksucking skills can only be honed after you break through the shell of shyness that we all have but cocksuckers must conquer to reach their real destiny, what they were born to be.
Look at Chrissy here; he no longer worries about who sees him with my cock in his mouth, he now seeks out the humiliation that's a major part of being a good cocksucker. Isn't that right Chrissy?"
Chris had a bit of trouble but was able to choke out a yes Sir even with a mouth full of Peter's cock. The whole scene was troubling; it was very obvious that Chris was servicing Peter of his own free will, there was no hint of force here. I relaxed a little watching Peter get sucked off; as I sipped my wine he took Chris by the ears and told him to take a deep breath. He then pulled Chris forward plunging his cock deep into his throat; of course, Chris gagged as his throat was plugged but Peter held his head down by his ears. Finally, he let his sputtering, gasping cocksucker up. I was strangely touched as Peter reached down and Tilted Chris's head up saying, "there, there, Chris, good boy, it's not so easy for every boy to do; keep at it."
As Chris caught his breath Peter said, "It takes a bit of dedication before a suck-boy can take a whopper cock like mine right down to the balls. Chrissy here has visited me for training three times but still hasn't mastered it. It's interesting though that he keeps coming back for another try. I've got a little stable of cocksuckers who make appointments to visit and get a little training as they service me. Oh hell, where are my manners, would you like to have Chrissy suck your cock, of course you would. Chrissy, get over to our guest and suck his cock."
Before I could refuse Chris was on his knees fishing my cock out. I didn't think fast enough to object and actually had to admit that his mouth felt wonderful on my prick. This wasn't just a quick blow job; Chris was licking and sucking my cock like he was worshipping a deity.
Peter was talking to me now, "it feels good doesn't it Bob, there's nothing that's more relaxing than having a suck-boy mouthing your cock is there? Did you notice how eager he is, you can't get a female slut to worship your prick like that, they always give you the impression that they are doing you a big favor while a guy sucking you off only wants to please you. I think that's enough of a sample for now Chrissy, get us some more wine now."
I thought to myself, what the hell, I didn't get to cum and what was this "sample" crap. The wine was good though and I was getting a little buzz as Chris again began mouthing Peter's cock. I must have been staring again as I heard Peter laugh as he said, "it's very hard not to watch when there's a cocksucker performing; you don't have to sneak peeks, I know you're interested, it's a very natural thing."
I didn't know how natural it was but he was right, I had to admit that I was interested in watching Chris suck him off. In the back of my mind I had some doubt about the natural part as I watched Peter's boy service him. The wine was getting to me now and when Peter suggested that I could get a better view if I got on the floor it actually sounded like a good idea. Peter had this nice, deep assertive voice and he spoke it was so soft that you had to listen very carefully.
"You should get onto the floor Bob; you'll have a much better view there. Don't worry there's no one here but the three of us so don't be embarrassed by your curiosity. Lots of guys are curious about cocksucking and nothing beats a closeup view" he said.
On the floor I had a good view of Chris's, thick lips going up and down on that big cock; I liked watching and that embarrassed and excited me. You know the thoughts that go through your head when you're falling asleep, well mine often involved sex with a guy! While I had always been heterosexual, I have for years wondered what it would be like to give another man a blow job. Even though I never acted on this curiosity it has resulted in an ongoing fantasy about what this experience would be like.
It seemed that Peter's cocksucker was giving me a little show now; he was taking Peter's cock deep in his throat now, he then gagged and pulled up until just the cockhead was in his mouth for his nursing, puckering lips.
Peter had a very thick cock of about seven inches and I had a great view. I wondered what it would feel like to have this shaft in my mouth but I was really curious about how Chris continually forced himself to choke and gag on this cock; it must have been very uncomfortable but he kept trying to swallow it all; he was really into it. I was listening to Peter talk in his quiet, forceful, hypnotic tone; it was mesmerizing.
"It's quite a show isn't it Bob; Chris is now a very eager suck-boy but he wasn't always like this. You know that tendencies towards submission can be enhanced but not really taught. A suck-boy usually creates a kinda bubble around his natural need to provide service to the cocky, alphas he meets. He fights hard to keep his needs secret lest he be called a faggot or cocksucker. He needs to be mastered and shown that the clearest path to his own happiness and fulfillment is simply to let himself go and kneel in submission to his betters." He paused as if to let it all sink in before proceeding.
"You know that throughout history there were always boys and men born to service the alpha-males of their time. These very personal servants went by many names, man-servant, favorite-boy, suck-boy, cock-tende, faggot or just cocksucker. In antiquity they were often accepted as what they were, accomplished mouth cunts that allowed the aristocracy to enjoy the pleasures that only a male suck-boy can deliver. In any event true submissives must somehow be led past the humiliation of sucking another man's cock. They have to let themselves go to finally be fulfilled as they admit to themselves that they were created simply to suck cum out of better men's cocks and all they need is an alpha-male teacher."
Peter's voice was memorizing and between the very erotic suck show so close to me, the wine and his quietly forceful tone I couldn't help but consider just what my secret thoughts really meant.
Peter continued, "Chrissy here somehow found out about my "visiting cocksucker" program and I slowly led him into acknowledgment of who he really is. He was very reluctant at first but once his lips closed around my cockhead as he looked up at me with dewy eyes; he was hooked. Like all of my boys the only two of us in a very private setting helped as did my training aides. I usually only have one cocksucker in my house at a time; it's so much more intimate that way. Of course, when I entertain I'll schedule a faggot boy for each of my guests. It's the hospitable thing to do after all. I think you're a little bit curious Bobby; Chrissy, let him have just a little taste."
He called me Bobby, where did that come from? Chris is holding out that big, thick cock for me; it's glistening with saliva, what the hell should I do? I sputtered out that I wasn't gay and just wasn't interested."
Peter smirked as he said, "I think you're very interested Bobby, hell you've been watching my cocksucker for a very long time considering that you're not interested. I know you're not gay but maybe you'd like to just experience what a cock tastes like; it'll be a little like trying sushi or licking a cunt for the first time, just a taste. By the way have you fantasized about licking the hot cum from a fresh-fucked cunt? You don't have to answer that, just think about it."
For whatever reason I had to admit that he was right; I wanted a little taste. Chris moved over still holding out Peter's prick for my "taste". I knelt between his legs and wrapped my hand around his Cock and very tentatively stuck my tongue out giving his manhood a broad licking stroke just before I took that large mushroom head of cock into my mouth.
In the background I heard Peter take a breath. That deep intake of air gave me either some renewed confidence or just a good feeling of accomplishment. I opened my mouth just wide enough to take in the head and tried to suck on it as you would a piece of candy but found it was too large to pull that off. I moved my tongue around in a frantic motion. This was the first time that I had tasted a cock in my mouth and I found it rubbery soft, quite unlike anything else I had encountered. I had always thought it was demeaning but now as I knelt before him and had a small taste I found that I craved it. The only issue was that I didn't quite know what to do. The feeling of his thick meat on my tongue made me hungry in a way I had never felt before. I licked and nibbled to my heart's content wanting to take more of it but thought it'd be impossible.
I could tell that Peter reveled in the feeling of my mouth. As I think about it; he had to love how innocently I worshiped my first cock, as if it were my favorite activity. I felt Peter tilting my head as he said, "that's a good boy Bobby; you're a good boy for your Master."
Master, what the hell was that about I thought as I ran my tongue around his cockhead.
Peter continued, "You suck cock like a little school girl Bobby; in fact, your blow job bores me. You don't have to feel bad about it though; I'll train you how to correctly service your Master's cock. It's time for Chrissy to leave, he's got a long drive to his home. Let's see him to the door."
Chris was dressed and as we got to the front door he slumped to his knees in front of Peter, fished his cock out of the bathrobe folds and licked and kissed the head before he got up and left. "Isn't that a nice way to show his Master respect, Peter asked?" I had to acknowledge that it was and I nodded yes.
Peter closed his robe and we went into the kitchen for a snack. He had that friendly, casual manner that can't be faked and it put me at ease, almost forgetting what I had done just a short hour ago. As we talked I thought "what a nice guy he is."
It was a bit of a mood breaker when we were discussing a local crime incidence, almost in mid-sentence he just said, "strip off all your clothes Bob." It was done without a preamble but phrased strongly as more of an order than a suggestion. I was taken back and perhaps just confused but in the end I just meekly complied until I got too my jockey shorts.
Peter said, "Why did you stop Bobby, I told you to strip, do it now faggot."
I can't really remember the why of it but in the end I did as he had ordered and soon was standing naked in front of the couch. Peter said, "there Bobby, isn't that more comfortable for you; aren't you happier admitting to yourself that being naked in front of a man excites you, think about it? You can sit down and relax a while as you finish your drink."
I had to admit that Peter was right, being naked seemed right. I don't know exactly when I had noticed that I was a bit different from the other guys. To be sure I liked sports and beer but I wasn't quite as excited by the ladies. Well here I am in my twenties naked in front of a dominant older man. Peter was friendly and not at all the stern guy you think of as a Master, more like a guy to have a beer with that wanted his cock serviced.
I couldn't help noticing a large colorful painting on the wall. It showed an ancient slave market scene with a bare breasted girl being examined by a potential buyer. It was hung very prominently on the wall. He caught my gaze and said, "those must have been the days, when you could saunter down to a market and purchase the slave of your choice. Once the deal was done the slave was owned property just like a chair or dog. I think you like that thought and that painting Bobbie." I must have nodded approval which triggered a little chuckle.
As we both sipped our drinks we continued chatting about last nights baseball and the weather; all so very innocuous. I can say that its quite erotic to be making small talk while naked and anticipating servicing a man. "Tell me Bobby, when did you realize that you wanted to serve a guy?" I kind of stammered out a reply as the question confused me; I wasn't at all certain that that's what I wanted.
"Don't worry it's all right, some guys are meant to be dominant and others are happiest being submissive. Nothing to be ashamed of, I'll try to lead you into a life that will make you very happy but you'll have to let yourself go. You'll have to listen and obey me without question. Are you willing to try Bob?"
It didn't make sense but the combination of the booze, soft strong voice and erotic setting confused me, I stammered out an immediate "Yes, yes I am."
"I've really never had a novice as inexperienced as you are, usually my boys are a little experienced, no matter, it'll all work out, trust me. Let's see what I've bought, stand up now boy."
What the hell, "what he had bought", what was I getting into I thought as I stood up for him?
I stood there naked with him walking around me and shivered yet the room wasn't cold.
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"Open your mouth wide, that's it now stick out your tongue." He had his hand in my mouth, his fingers stroked across my tongue. "I want you to suck on my finger now. If you are to ever be my good boy I have to see your dedication."
I was more humiliated than I had ever been in my life but started to suck on his finger. I looked up and could see a wide grin on Peter's face as he continued to move his finger in and out of my mouth like he was fucking a cunt. After a few minutes he added a second finger. I had never experienced anything like this but was now learning what it was to be a true submissive; it was really hot.
"Bend over now Bobby, that's right, spread your legs. Now reach around and pull your ass cheeks apart so I can see your asshole."
What a colossal humiliation; it washed over me like a wave as I reached back and spread my cheeks.
He said, "not bad Bobby, you've got a nice, smooth, girly ass. Ok straighten up now. How did you feel when I was looking at your asshole?"
"I don't know exactly, it was so humiliating yet it made me tingle a little" I honestly replied.
"That's a good sign boy; from now on begin calling me Sir and thinking of me as just someone you want to serve. Got it boy"
"Yes Sir" I said a little too quickly.
"I can see that your little cock is hard so I guess you do like this kind of treatment, good. Get on your knees now Bobby, see how that feels to you; I've found that boys like Chris are happiest there and I think you will be also."
As I fell to my knees he told me to just imagine what I would be doing in the future in this position. "Now put you head on the rug and stick your ass up, that's right, stick it out. I've always believed that this position most emphasizes just what your status as my suck-boy really is. To start your service training it's best that your movements be constrained and now it's time to cuff you so you'll know just who you are owned by. Ok boy it's time, put your hands behind you."
It was strange, I was kind of in a trance as I meekly obeyed.
Peter proceeded to lock on leather cuffs and a collar. Each of the cuffs had a large steel ring as part of it. When he clamped my wrists behind my back I truly felt like a slave, this is what it must have been like in ancient times when people were bought and sold like cattle I thought.
"I like my boys to be restrained most of the time their in training, remember that throughout history being a slave means having no choice except to serve and obey. Most boys like you get to enjoy not having to make any decisions. Let me put this collar on you now. It's a fact that cocksuckers like you serve best when they are restrained. Of course your hands will be free to serve me when that's required". As he rattled the chain holding the cuffs together behind my back and locked my collar on I felt for all the world a slave. I was embarrassed but yet I knew that this was where I belonged.
I had never realized how helpless you are when your hands are locked behind you. When he put a short chain between my ankle cuffs and I was hobbled I really knew what the word restraint meant. "Go ahead walk a little for me boy. From now on you are going to be kept in chains unless I want you to use your hands. It's part of your training."
I knew that I must have looked foolish as I did the little mincing walk that my hobbled ankles made me do.
"There are of course a few rules to start you off on; I want you to maintain eye contact whenever you are being handled or servicing me. If you are in a room and I enter then you're to fall and prostrate yourself at my feet. When you're told to get into position for an examination then you're to stand with your legs wide spread and if your hands are free put them behind your head. In all of these cases you're to lower your eyes unless we instruct you differently. You're to be my body slave serving me for sex whenever and in whatever way I want. Your body will be trained in all the ways that I like sex, oh yes there will be training."
Now it seemed that it was time. Peter was satisfied with me and ready to go ahead with my training.
"You must realize that as a personal slave sucking your Owner's cock is an absolute must. After all having a skilled cocksucker is very pleasurable for your Master and pleasing him has to be your only goal. Eventually your mouth will salivate when you see a man's cock; your mouth will feel empty without a cock in it.
I want you to suck me off now so I can evaluate your skill, I'd like to get the top cream off anyway."
I did my very best but Peter had to jerk off his cum into my mouth, my first taste of a man's salty, creamy ball juice. I wasn't able to make him cum with just my mouth. I could tell he was disappointed with me and I strangely felt bad about it.
"That wasn't bad for your debut cocksucking debut Bobby, now you understand where you fit in the grand scheme of things. It becomes a lot easier once you've sucked the man who owns you off. The drama's completely gone; you now understand that it's natural for boys like you to submit to a man. Hell, in every relationship there's a subordinate, a submissive. You can let yourself go now. Why don't you scrunch down on the floor, no get over between my legs? Lick my balls while I try to explain where were going. Any cocksucker of mine must be docile and absolutely willing to submit completely to his Master."
Without my hands I used my tongue to lift and lick his big balls. "Ahhh, that feels nice son. Well now we know that you're a cocksucker, in fact you're now my cocksucker. You've had your first taste of my cum, now it's time to train you. It always feels so good to have a boy washing my balls with his tongue."
He lifted my head and smirked down at me saying, "Ahhh, your tongue feels so very nice. What I'm after now is frankly a body slave like those old Roman dudes used to use. They would take a young slave boy and train him to service them in every way. If they needed to piss their boy just opened his mouth, if they wanted their asshole licked the boy stuck his tongue out. I kind of talked you into sucking me off at first but I did notice that you got a nice hardon and in fact you're hard now from just licking my balls for me; you're a faggot now boy. Yeah that's it; show me how much you enjoy it cocksucker,lap my balls".
I was licking him eagerly by then as he said. "Get down under my balls now", and it was then I found the spot right where his ass crack begins and began to mouth and tongue him there. Gosh I have to admit that the musky male taste and smell of him down there was wonderful, it was so erotic to lick a man between his ballsack and his ass.
"You know fag boy this is great, I often have to cum a few times a day and you're going to enjoy taking it each time. Cunt is nice but so high maintenance. You have to romance them, talk nice and listen to their girly chatter. With a suck boy all I have to do is teach him what I like. Fucking a cunt is great and I'll still do it but any nice, warm mouth has a tongue in it to caress and worship my cock. Faggots like you are only interested in whatever cock is at their lips so the service is so much more dedicated. I'm kind of interested in what you think about all this; I need to know what's in your head so I can train you properly. Were you excited when my cock went into your mouth, what were you thinking?
I stammered and muttered that it was Ok. Peter rewarded my reticence with a very hard slap across my cheek. "Do what I ask, think about it and be honest."
Through a quiet sob I responded. "At first I resented your even thinking of me as that kind of guy."
"What kind of guy, be explicit or you'll be punished and from now on call me Sir."
"Thinking of me as a cocksucker Sir, I was mad at myself for calling you Sir yet I felt this odd little tingling that didn't go away. I was confused because I didn't fight, didn't really want to fight it. Once it was in my mouth I just did what comes naturally."
"Of course you did. Your mouth is like a cunt, a cunt with a tongue. You know the only reason cocksuckers like you have tongues are to lick a man's ass and balls. Tell me how did you like your first taste of cum?"
He called me a cunt mouth! I was insulted and yet excited by this talk. "It was Ok, at first I was scared but it just shot into my mouth and I swallowed."
"No, what did it taste like to you, answer me?"
"It was creamy and thick, kind of salty, I think I liked it Sir."
Again with that trademark sly smile of his he said, "That's good because you'll be getting lots of it from now on, I like to get sucked off 3 or 4 times a day and I take a medicine developed by my club to increase my cum production; you'll be my cum dump. What I'm looking for is a body servant like the old Romans had. In their day they trained a slave to serve in any way they needed. Is that for you Bobby, do you want to be my cocksucker? Tell me what you're thinking son."
"Oh yes, I want to be your cocksucker Sir" I eagerly replied.
"You've exceeded my initial expectations. You now have an inclination of what it's like to serve a man. It's now time for you to fully service me. Open up your mouth Bobby."
I was too much into this new experience to stop now but what more could there be to "fully service" him. Sir put his hands on the back of my head and guided it to his erect cock. "Don't put it in your mouth, lick it, just get used to it this time."
My mouth opened and I again felt the pulsing, warm, live prick of another man, my owner, on my lips. I started to lick, 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 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 but he still said, "No, get closer, closer."
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 deep breath and hold it in."
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 drug. My own dick suddenly became painfully hard. My knees were hurting from 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. Peter 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 precum 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 like a big lake trout on the bait.
"How do you like that boy, be honest with yourself."
"It was awesome sir, the smell was incredible. I never thought something like that could get me so turned on." I was mortified to be saying those words, but even more embarrassed that they were the truth. Master just glared at me for a few seconds before standing up and moving towards the sliding glass 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 understand Sir, I won't move." 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 then opened his hand to me showing me a tiny red capsule and a glass of water, "take this."
"I'll tell you what it is after you take it." I reached up, took the tablet down with a single swallow. "That was a popper pill. It will put you in a really mellow mood. You'll feel all the usual sensations but won't be over thinking each and every one. It'll free you of inhibitions and help you to become the cocksucker you were born to be.
"Now it's time to learn how to fully service a cock. Up to now you've only played around sucking like a teenage girl. Most superior men want to fully enjoy their cocksucker, make his mouth merely an extension of their cock. When you're fully trained you'll be able to take a horse cock down your gullet without gagging. Don't worry everyone has to start someplace."
Peter continued, "This is a training bench. Notice the mechanism that raises it to the height of a man's crotch, look at how narrow it is. Once the cocksucker trainee is strapped in and it's raised and tipped to a comfortable angle your owner can straddle it and fuck your throat as deep as he wants. It'll require your full attention but I'll bet you won't nod off." He said with a smile.
Peter was very solicitous about my comfort as I scurried onto the bench. He had me hang my head over the edge then raised it to put a thin pillow under it. "You'll be training for a while so you might as well be comfy." I thought to myself, wow, this is so nice of him to try to make me comfortable.
I was apprehensive as he fastened the leather straps around me but soon I was securely held in place. There was a little whirling noise and I was moved up and into his crotch height with my head tilted down just a bit. I looked up and saw his big cock swinging from his open robe as he readied me for my throat fuck.
"Ah that's nice boy, you look good nicely trussed up for me. Open your mouth for me; show me the mouth you want me to fuck." I opened wide and Peter ran his fingers into my mouth again, letting me suck them gently. "It's very interesting son, you're a natural at this, your little cock is hard as a rock. You like this scene."
Peter took his robe off and I could see his crotch from my upside down perch. From this close and very vulnerable angle his prick head looked like a club head. I was very nervous, very excited.
"Open your mouth as wide as you can now boy, that's right. I'm fitting a mouth guard behind your teeth. It'll keep your mouth open wide and prevent you from biting down as I open up your gullet. You'll notice that you'll be dripping copious amounts of saliva, that's normal, get used to it.
"Suck on it a little now. I want you to just lick it for a while at first. You'll need instructions if you are going to make it as my suck boy." I stuck out my tongue and 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 once again on the rise and heard him let out a soft moan. I immediately tried to take the entire head of his cock into my mouth but was quickly pulled off again. "Are you deaf, boy? Look, I know you want 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 been needing this for your entire life haven't you; it's what you were made for?"
I opened my mouth and felt about three inches of his steely hard cock slip into my mouth and over my tongue. 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 his drippy man-meat in and out of my mouth, farther and farther down his cockshaft 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 it was obvious that he really didn't care anymore. Tears began to well up in my eyes; I guessed that it's 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, I wondered / worried?
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 canon. 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 his cockhead viciously into my mouth, his sticky 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 pubes, my throat convulsing over and over around the thick invader.
"That's it boy, that's it; do you feel it son, 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 fuck it like a cunt before slinging his slimy cum down it."
Just as I felt that I was going to pass out he raised my head up long enough for me to gasp for air. I could see thick, nasty strands of my saliva mixed with his precum gushing out of my mouth and down his thick shaft. It was a light consistency, almost like milky-cum as it slipped nastily over his balls and ran down his crotch. He then 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 pubic bush.
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 then 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, 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.
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 teaching 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, thick cock head sliding down 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.
"Remember how you fucking rooted around my balls, 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 will soon piss in your mouth is pounding your throat like its 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 just thinking about tasting my cum, doesn't it boy? Well, slave boy, get ready, here it comes!!!!"
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. It shuddered again and spewed a second massive load into my mouth. He pulled out a bit and a third blast coated my right cheek and quickly ran down to my chin, mingling with the drippings already there and gaining enough weight to slide off onto the floor
I focused on the underside of his shaft and noticed it contracted as another wave of 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. Poor little 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 your cum again so bad.
"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 my head on the edge of the bench 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 a full 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 his, 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 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. I knew I was hooked; I was now a cocksucker, Peter's cocksucker.
I was now fully committed and the sex was unending. One morning Master Peter was again schooling me on my skill-set. I was once again ensconced on my knees as I sucked is cock. I gagged and he stroked my head like I was a puppy as he said, "there, there, Son. It's not so easy for everyone to take a cock like mine."
Master Peter continued in that soft, assertive voice, "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." He 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 into 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."
He was talking softly now in almost a hypnotic tone, "A lot of guys make fun of cocksuckers but that's just wrong. A cocksucker only wants to serve his alpha male and at the end of the day 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 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 like they are holy-writ. 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 crack 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, Peter said again.
After a while he started talking again. "You need to understand the full psychological aspects of cocksucking if your accepted as my slave-boy. I'll train you in how to truly give service and submit to a man when he is good enough to share his cock with you; it's 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 filling your mouth. My satisfaction will be in being superior to you as I use you as my cock 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 great gratitude. You must then look up at him and thank him with your eyes."
Master Peter was talking to me as explicitly as he had before but his soft demanding voice had excited me then and it still did. It was wonderful and so awful at the same time but I now knew that I was destined to become a suckboy because that's what I was born to be. I remembered all the crude "faggot" jokes I had participated in and reflected on the fact that now I was actually quite a contented and happy faggot. Was it wrong, I didn't really care?
"To begin with son, 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; after all I can give myself a hand job!. It's also true 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" Peter said.
"Now you're going to need to get the entire shaft into your mouth, cocksucker. Look up at me, keep your eyes open and on me, I'm now 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 Master Peter's face a lot of times when I sucked him off. That smirk strangely made it all OK, he owned me and I was but his faggot cocksucker.
Peter continued, "I love seeing a guy's lips stretched around my cock son. 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.
"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 his 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 onto 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 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 yeaterday. The man was on the edge, 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 his 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 taste of a man cumming in my mouth. Peter'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" My Master, Peter exclaimed!
My mouth was now full of his cum and He was still staring me in the eye. "Swallow it now son" 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.
Peter 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.
"You know Bobby; I think there's a better way to break you in. Go grab that glass bowl on the shelf. OK, Bobby you hold the bowl with one hand and my cock with the other, aim it into the bowl." After a second Peter 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", He said.
I lifted his cock to my mouth and ran my tongue into the slit tasting the salty, pissy residue. The taste wasn't bad and the erotic feelings were overwhelming to me.
Peter told me to suck on the cockhead again and of course I did. I shouldn't have been surprised but I was as Master Peter slowly pissed into my mouth. I swallowed and he stopped and told me;"that was pretty good son for your first time 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 boy's eyes when they swallow, it's kind of like a flush. Go ahead Bobby, make me proud."
I was mesmerized, I squeezed his cheeks and looked deep into his eyes as he pissed in my mouth regulating the flow so I could take it; he was being very considerate I thought to myself. The taste wasn't bad and boy did I like being his urinal; it was so degrading and exciting for me. 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. "Well look at you boy you're hard as a rock, you like being treated like this" Peter said. He was right, I was super horny. The shear humiliation of what I was doing washed over me like an ocean wave as I savored the taste of my owner's piss in my mouth, I actually shivered.
Peter took me out of my thoughts saying, "Why don't you get over to the toilet now son and we'll finish up with your lesson."
Peter soon had me kneeling in front of the toilet, in front of Him. 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 he slapped me out of my stupor.
"Yes, yes I want your piss Sir" I said. Looking at that big cock and ball package was mesmerizing. He told me to get in closer and I scooted into the neck holder as ordered. I was looking up now at his cock at an odd angle; it was like a toilet bowl view of man crotch. He began slowly 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 until Master Peter told me he had to leave on a Business trip.
I was chained to a ring in the floor before he left. Master Peter had left me enough chain to move around and admonished me to listen and learn from his good 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 Alpha-Males." He left and I contemplated how I had arrived in this position. I was naked and chained up in a strange house. While I awaited a stranger who would further train me! What a development.
As in all things in life there was the interview.
The Cocksucker's Call Of Duty:
Well Boy, you've finally summoned the courage to admit that you're a cocksucker. That was a gigantic step forward for you but it's only the beginning. You're going to have to reorient your thinking now that you finally realize that you're inferior to the confident Alpha-Males that you need to service. You'll have to think it through before you can become the full service cocksucker that you know you want to be. You might not have considered that the performance of a cocksucker is inherently an act of submissive. Before you fall to your knees with your mouth open ready to service a cock you must first acknowledge that kneeling before a superior male is a first rate act of submission.
Performance:
A proficient cocksucker knows that simply licking and mouthing a man's prick just isn't enough and will leave his Alpha-Male unsatisfied. A skilled cocksucker has thought it all through and knows that his man only wants his cock worshipped by a faggot who loves what he's doing, loves his cock. It's certainly not for everyone because a cocksucker is really unique in many ways. Some may try it and decide they don't want to bother learning to do it well. Others may decide before they start that it's not something they want to do. I think the numbers about balance both ways, for and against. You have to keep practicing. You have to want to take that cock deep down your throat because that's what your feeder wants.
You'll need to work closely together with your feeder to make sure you're maximizing his pleasure. With his help you'll find out where you are in your training, where you want to go, and what you'll have to do to get there. If it's something you truly want to excel at then with practice you'll succeed. You have to believe that having that big cock stuffed down your throat is going to be one of the best moments in your life!
Cocksuckers are born but feeders are made, they have to be made aware of the many joys inherent in having a cocksucker submit to becoming their cockslave. You may be lucky enough to get one who has already learned but don't count on that. You must count on spending time cultivating a relationship with a feeder to get what you both want and need. You need to debase yourself and kneel to receive a real man's cock; he needs to be superior and have his cock sucked exactly the way that he wants. It sounds easy, very symbiotic but so very difficult to achieve.
The difficulty lies inside of you, the cocksucker. In order to provide the wonderful, full service that his feeder deserves the cocksucker must completely forget about his own pleasure and devote himself to his man's needs. It's paradoxical that when a fully trained cocksucker finally achieves the mental state of in effect a trained slave only then will the cocksucker be truly happy. It is no accident that proficient cocksuckers can achieve a huge orgasm just as their alpha-male cums in their mouth. It proves that a cocksucker actually needs the act of submission to be fulfilled, strange but true.
Of course we all know that cocksuckers perform many different services than just draining their man's balls of jism on command but since he has first to acknowledge that cock is now his new God, his reason for being, we'll further explore a cocksuckers thought process.
First off, you shouldn't be ashamed; it's natural for a suckboy to be bashful about his thoughts. Our society is dismissive of guys that seek to submit to men and suck them off. It's silly but they are routinely called faggots, sissies and yes, cocksuckers. It takes a certain mental state for the suckboy to finally realize that draining a man's balls of cum is really a valuable service that the cocksucker should take pride in. A trained "faggot" should be as honored as a physician for they both aim to make things better.
Most real men are lazy, they like to plop down on a couch and watch sports with a beer in hand. Looking for a women to fuck is very labor intensive, he has to shower, shave and buy flowers for her. With a cocksucker it's so much easier to get his cum drained. The cocksucker is already very interested in servicing his prick, there are no flowers or romantic dinners involved for he only has to command his submissive sissy-faggot and he then gets serviced just as he wants, whenever he wants.
It's so amazing as your serving your man, his cockhead gets really hard, then it spasms and a spurt of hot sperm hits your tongue. Then more comes out, spurt after spurt and you taste his sweet semen. It's salty, sweet and warm and you're happy to swallow it, taking his essence into you. It's your award and you should be proud to swallow his cum.
You'll have to completely change your thinking about how submission, obedience and cock-service are intertwined. To improve your cocksucking skills you'll have to first wrap your head around what you are and what you need; in a word, cock. A personal service manifesto to be studied and understood will help you get there.
Your personal Service Manifesto:
In order to clearly embrace the role of a service provider (cocksucker) you must first understand who you are and what you are. It's important to clearly think it through. An experienced cocksucker should discuss the manifesto with his feeder-owner to form an ongoing agreement for training and sexual services.
Your feeder-owner might want to add services not mentioned or add detail to specific actions. A cocksucker cannot be shy and will usually be pleasantly surprised to find that his man will be flattered by his candor. The manifesto is a pleasant "talking point" that a cocksucker can use to outline the services he's proficient at when he's being interviewed by a new Alpha-male owner. It's also true that talking frankly and explicitly about servicing a man is very exciting for both the alpha-male and the submissive cocksucker.
The manifesto is written mostly in the first-person so that the cocksucker in training can visualize himself having "the talk" with his Alpha-male Feeder. Read this carefully and consider how you'll approach your owner-feeder about improving your service to him; it's important that you be extremely candid and explicit about your thoughts; a cocksucker can't be shy. It's very humiliating to admit to a superior male that you're a cocksucker and in fact want to service him. This humiliation will make you uncomfortable but you must work through it as it's a major component of your submissive makeup. It helps to keep your mind on the fact one of the most humiliating things a man can do is to fall on his knees in front of a alpha-male and suck on his cock; the inherent humiliation of this act is actually what makes you a cocksucker and your submission flatters your feeder; he will enjoy watching you acknowledge your inferiority. It's simply a measure of your respect for him and his cock.
You, the cocksucker must be honest about what your skilled at and what cocksucker skills you need further practice and instruction on. Here it is boy.
My answer was quick.
Sir, "As a cocksucker I realize my place is between the legs of my feeder. I am a cocksucker and I realize my sexual fulfillment depends on the level of pleasure I give to you, my feeder. I must acknowledge your generosity in allowing me to gain nourishment from your manhood."
"It took me a lot of time to come to understand who and what I am but now I realize my place in life. I must always keep the real facts of life in mind. "In life there are superior men and their cocksucker followers. It's the natural order that some superior men want to be worshipped while many followers want to be worshippers. Men automatically sort out into a hierarchy of superior men and their followers. This happens formally in the military all over the world, it happens in small tribes, in happens with gangs, it happens anytime men get together without women. Looser hierarchies occur when females are involved with the men, but men still naturally sort out from superior to inferior, top to bottom, he who is the god, and he who worships the god. Men always gravitate to Dominant and submissive roles in their relationships because there is something so deeply and profoundly satisfying for a superior Man to be worshiped and serviced by submissive males. It's equally satisfying perhaps even more satisfying, for submissive males to have the opportunity to serve and worship a superior Man, who'll guide, control, and even own them in a form of consensual slavery mutually without guilt"
"As a cocksucker, I realize my only real sexual organs are my mouth, tongue, and throat. I know that my only need is to pleasure my feeder from my perch at my own true place, kneeling between his legs; your legs Sir. I was born to be a cocksucker and can only be content when humiliating myself by worshipping the cock of my feeder-owner; a real man".
I know that I have no needs other than your needs. As a cocksucker, I solemnly vow, without any hesitation or regret to work hard to train my willing mouth. I Know I belong on my knees in awe at the opportunity to service the manhood of my alpha-male feeder. I have to be very ready to accept my feeder's thick, sticky semen. It's my nourishment, my job to be your cum receptacle in any manner that you might require."
"You're my cum-feeder and I'll give my feeder my absolute best for this is what you deserve for allowing me to nourish myself on the head of your prick. I promise to maintain a laser-like focus on your cock. Your pleasure will be my sole thought and the center of my universe."
"I'll concentrate and learn when you need me to suck, swallow, gag, stroke, and choke without your having to tell me. If you only want me to suckle on your cockhead then that's what I'll do. I know my place in the world and love and embrace being your cocksucker as this is the only way I can perform to your pleasure and satisfaction."
"I accept that your my feeder and you can say whatever you want or call me whatever name you think appropriate while I'm pleasuring you. I'll never shy away from showing my addiction and need for your cock and cum by begging for it if need be. I know that as a cocksucker, I have no standing in the male hierarchy, I have no pride."
"You're welcome to make my mouth a willing and anxious hole for your warm, nourishing semen. I will swallow your man-cum with pride. I know that I must learn every nuance of your cock and what pleasures you the most then meekly surrender to deep throating, surrender to face-fucking, surrender to serving multiple cocks of your buddies or offering to be used as your urinal."
"If you want me to lick your ass-crack I know that I must kneel and bury my face between your manly twin globes with my tongue out; after all it is my place in life."
"I'll never stop until your finished with me and truly satisfied. I must be ready for any alpha male superior at any time, or any place. As a cocksucker, I realize that my sexual identity, my actual sense of self is directly tied to the cock of a superior man; you're that man Sir."
"I know that in life I will only achieve fulfillment through the graciousness and charity of you Sir, my feeder; I hereby vow with all sincerity to service you to the best of my ability and strive to always improve my technique through constant training, instruction and practice."
"If you agree Sir then I know that the consequences of breaking this contract will result in my spiritual, sexual, and physical starvation. I was put on this earth to serve and only performing as a happy cocksucker fulfills me."
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