Archive: "Born to Serve, Chapter 2" {Rob} (MB oral)
Here is the second chapter of my new story about Kevin Jones, a young man who was born to serve alpha males, but didn't discover it until just before his senior year in high school. This chapter and probably a third chapter will continue to relate his learning his place in the world under the tutelage of his church youth pastor. I hope to continue the story through his college years during which he learns his role as a total bottom sub for alpha males from his coaches and others. I hope you enjoy it.
For those of you unfamiliar with my writing, I have another story listed under "Incest" that is about far more than just incest. It is currently running to 52 chapters with more (not sure how much more) to come. I would love to hear from you – comments good or bad – The views of my readers are what keep me going. Rob at fmhar1969@aol.com.
The story is copyrighted by me in 2019 as the owner of it and all legal rights pertaining to it.
(1) If you are not of legal age where you live, do not read this story!
(2) Since this is an entirely fictional story, a fantasy if you will, where all the sex is bareback and the main character is in some potentially risky situations, it takes no notice of the dangers of recreational sex with multiple partners. In real life, BE CAREFUL and BE PROTECTED and DON'T DO ANYTHING YOU DON'T WANT TO DO.
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Born to Serve Chapter Two
Kevin Jones graduated from high school with the summer a blank before him. He had no definite plans. His parents were well off, so he didn't need to get a job to save for school. They would take care of all his expenses and give him a nice allowance for spending money. His coaches advised him to concentrate on track when he got to college. It was his best sport. He was a born runner and jumper. He was very good at baseball, but he had to work harder at it.
After corresponding with the Athletic Department at State University where he was to go and meeting with Bill Dobbs, one of the assistant coaches, he was invited to the three-week track camp in August. This was an intensive training camp where the best from all the colleges and universities in the state gathered for intense training and practice before the beginning of the school year. Only a small percentage of freshmen were ever invited.
The middle of June Pastor Mike came to Kevin and his parents and told them his wife, Mary, was pregnant and, therefore, would not be able to help with the three-week July summer church camp in North Carolina like last year. Pastor Mike asked Kevin, with his parents' permission, if he would go with the group of high school students as his assistant. Kevin was thrilled as were his parents, so it seemed the summer was planned.
Kevin spent the month of June going to the pool at the Club and hanging out with his friends. A number of his fellow graduates left early for college or before-college adventure trips, so Kevin got to kmow more closely some the sophomores and juniors who would be juniors and seniors when school started. During that time, he, like other guys in his church group who were going away to begin new, more independent lives at college or university had several one-on-one counseling sessions with Pastor Mike. Mary, the pastor's wife counseled the girls. The youth pastor talked with the boys about how things would be different when they were living away from their homes and churches. About choices they would have to be making, etc. In addition to these regular counseling sessions, Kevin and his pastor had a number of meetings about the upcoming camp. During these meetings nothing was ever said or alluded to about what had occurred between them at the camp last year. Nevertheless Kevin could not refrain from constantly focusing his attention on the big lump in the pastor's pants, and it seemed Pastor Mike did a lot of rearranging of the bulge the boy's eyes kept going back to.
The time came and Kevin got packed and ready to leave for the church camp. They were going by bus and leaving early in the morning. It would take them almost two days to get to the camp. They would spend one night on the way. Pastor Mike had told Kevin they would room together on the way and share a room at the camp. Despite the fact there had been no reminder or repetition during the past school year of what had occurred last year, Kevin felt a thrill of excitement at the prospect of sharing accommodations with his pastor.
During the first day's drive, Kevin and Pastor Mike sat together on the front row of the bus and talked over the plans for the activities for the next three weeks. Pastor Mike was wearing a pair of light-weight slacks that when he was seated next to Kevin clearly showed that he was not wearing anything under them and a polo shirt with an open collar that showed a small vee of chest hair. He wore leather moccasins with no socks. Kevin was constantly aware of the curly dark hair on his forearms and showing at his ankles and the very tops of his feet. Kevin was dressed in shorts and t-shirt and sockless shoes. It gave him a thrill every time his and Pastor Mike's arms would touch as they leaned together over the papers they were reviewing.
They arrived at the motel where they were to stay about five o'clock in the afternoon. After rooms were assigned and everyone settled in Pastor Mike told the campers they were free to do whatever they wanted as long as they stayed on the motel grounds. They could eat in the dining room whenever they wanted and charge their meal to their room. They were to be in their rooms by 9:30 with lights out by 10:00. He and Kevin would be checking on them.
Pastor Mike suggested that he and Kevin go eat right away, walk around the area of the motel and then do some more planning and relax a little in their room. That was fine with Kevin. After eating, they walked over to the pool. Some of the campers were swimming and splashing around. Pastor Mike reminded them that the dining room closed at 9:00. The two of them went to their room. As soon as the door closed behind them the pastor started taking off his clothes. "I'm gonna take a quick shower and get comfortable. Check over those schedules again and make sure we've thought of everything."
"Okay, Pastor Mike."
"Oh! And when we're by ourselves, you can just call me Pastor. Save the Pastor Mike for when we're with the others."
"Yes, sir," Kevin said as Pastor Mike (or Mike as I will subsequently refer to him with only infrequent references to his ministerial title except in quotes when Kevin calls him Pastor or Pastor Mike) went into the bathroom, leaving the door wide open. Kevin heard the shower turn on and then heard the shower door close and the water begin hitting the pastor's body.
"Oh boy, Kevin! This hot water really feels good. They have one of those massaging shower heads working all over my body. Uhmmm! I may stay in here all night!" Mike yelled.
Kevin was so excited thinking about Mike's naked hair-covered body and remembering his big thick dick he could barely concentrate of the papers in front of him. All during his senior year he had remembered what Mike had looked like lying in that big bathtub covered with the cloudy soapy water. After the awakening of desire he experienced during that one time, he found himself looking at other males differently. Whenever he was in the locker room or showers seeing his friends and teammates naked, he would find himself looking at their different-sized cocks flopping around. When some of them would throw a half hard, he couldn't help remembering and comparing them to Pastor Mike's muscular body covered with dark curls and his big dick. Although he was only lightly haired in places, many of his teammates, especially the seniors like him had manly growths of body hair. He was constantly comparing them to his youth pastor's muscular body and his dick that had gotten hard and that he had sucked until it erupted its load of sweet tasting cum and filled his mouth. He would wonder what it would be like to suck his friends' cocks and to drink their teenaged loads. He knew he wanted to do it again, but didn't know how it was possible.
Whenever he was around Mike, he couldn't keep his eyes off of his crotch, remembering how big the dick and balls making the bulge were. He remembered how the dick had grown when it got hard, remembered how it had felt in his mouth, how the big round head had pushed at the back of his throat and made him gag. He would dream about his pastor and his teammates and wake up, his shorts soaked with his night-time ejaculations. In his dreams he was leaning over the prone male like he had done with his pastor or on his knees in front of him sucking his hard cock. He had overheard a new guy on the baseball team talking about a cocksucker on his knees.
The new boy on the baseball team was a junior who transferred the last few weeks of the year and was different from most of the other guys. His family had moved from Central City, the largest town, or city, in their part of the state. He was bigger than a lot of the boys, and he had lots of blonde hair all over his body. His cock and balls were about the same as Kevin's, but he was always talking about sex, about the girls he had fucked and left behind. He complained that he couldn't get any at this new school; that the local girls were cold and wouldn't spread for him, which all the local boys already knew. His name was Christopher Hornby. After a while he started moaning and groaning about his blue balls. He needed to find a cocksucker to take care of him. Most of the guys were getting tired of his complaints about a situation they had grown up with. None of them had ever known or known of a cocksucker. Finally, a lot of the baseball players started calling him "horny hornby" and the name stuck. He didn't mind and eventually he calmed down. His teammates figured he was taking care of himself just like the rest of them.
When he got horny during the daytime, Kevin would jack off locked in the bathroom or when he was showering and he would remember sucking Mike's cock, think about sucking his teammates in the showers at school, or, after the arrival of Christopher Hornby sucking his cock while kneeling before him. He knew he wanted to do it again, but he never had the courage and Mike never alluded in any way to what they had done.
Kevin heard the water cut off and heard the shower door sliding open. He buried his head in the papers he was supposed to be studying. He knew Mike was out of the shower and could hear him drying himself off.
"Man! That was great. I'm ready to go now," he heard a muffled voice say. He looked around and there was the man he had been unconsciously lusting after for the past ten months standing in the doorway vigorously drying his hair. His muscular naked body was there for Kevin to see and eat up with his eyes, droplets of water running off it onto the floor of the bathroom. His legs were spread apart and hanging between them was his pendulous sack weighted down with the big balls inside it. In front of his hair-covered scrotum was the dick Kevin had been dreaming about for ten months. Surrounded at its base by a wet forest of curly dark hairs was the thick six-inch dick, a dick that grew to eight inches when hard, weighted down at its end by the big knob that had just barely nudged into Kevin's throat that memorable afternoon at the camp they were now headed back to.
Kevin was totally unconscious of the fact that Pastor Mike had finished drying his hair and was now vigorously rubbing the towel over all of his naked body and was fully aware of the yearning gaze of the boy sitting beside the big queen-sized bed. He purposely turned his back to the room when he began to dry his back, legs and hard, meaty butt. He leaned forward a bit as he ran the towel up his hairy crack. He then turned back around and made a little show of drying the genitals the boy's eyes were fixed onto.
"There! All clean and dry!" he said as he tossed the towel into the bathroom and walked still naked over to drop onto the bed, his back propped against the headboard. After giving the boy who was now standing at the end of the bed a chance to get a good look at his naked body, he said, "So, Kevin, is this what you've been wanting to see ever since last summer?"
"Uh...Pastor Mike...I...Uhh..."
"Yeah! I think it is. I think you've been wanting this ever since last summer at camp. You want to take care of me like you did in the bathtub last summer? Mary's pregnant and she hasn't been interested in sex the last month or so...and I'm really horny. You gonna take care of my problem?"
"Uh...I'm not sure...Uh...what you mean...Uh...Pastor Mike."
"Tell you what. I got a new name for you to call me when we're alone. Let's take the M from Mike and drop the P from Pastor. What does that make?"
"Uh...I don't know, Pastor Mike."
"Just think, kid...M...a.s.t.o.r! We can change to o to e and...What do we get?...Master! Yeah! Master! You can call me Master when we're alone for the rest of the time we have together."
"Master?"
"Yeah! That sound right to you? You like calling me Master? You'll be my boy and I'll be your master when we're alone together. You'll do what I tell you. You'll take care of my needs and I'll take care of yours." During this exchange Mike had been fondling, then stroking his cock until it had reached its full, hard eight inches. "You're gonna take care of this for me. Is that what you want, Kevin? You want to take care of this big cock for me while we're at camp? Like you did last time?"
"Uh...I guess...If that's what you want."
"Yeah, that's what I want. But what do you want, Kevin? Do you want to take care of me while we're away from home? Suck my big cock again like you did last year? Is that what you want, Kevin? Have you been wantin' to suck my cock again like you did so good last time?"
"Yeah! Yes, Past...Uh...Master. I want to suck your cock again. I want to be your cocksucker!"
"My cocksucker? Is that what you are, Kevin, a cocksucker? What do you know about cocksuckers? Have you been a cocksucker for anyone else, Kevin? For any of your teammates?"
"No! No one else! Just you! I've been thinking about sucking your cock ever since last year! I heard the new guy talking about a cocksucker. Is that what I am, a cocksucker?"
"Who was this new guy that knew about cocksuckers, Kevin?"
"Chris...Christopher Hornby. He transferred in at the end of the term. He's on the baseball team."
"Hornby? He's on this trip with us, isn't he? Did you want to be his cocksucker, Kevin?"
"NO! No, P...Master. I only wanted you!"
"Why didn't you ask, Kevin? Why didn't you ask me to let you suck my cock?"
"I don't know. I was afraid."
"I'm gonna have to punish you for not asking me. You should have asked me, Kevin. You could have been sucking my big cock all these months. Get your clothes off, Kevin. I'm going to punish you, and then you can ask me if you can suck my cock." Kevin quickly stripped out of his clothes and stood naked beside the bed, bowing his head without thinking. Mike moved to sit on the edge of the bed. "Lie across my legs, Kevin. How many whacks should I give you for not asking to suck my cock?"
"I don't know, Master, the boy answered as he laid across Mike's spread thighs, his semi-hard cock hanging down between them."
"I'll just give you ten this time," the man said as he rubbed over the two hard melons of Kevin's butt. "When we get to the camp I'm gonna want you to borrow a ping-pong paddle from the rec-room, but I'll just use my hand now....You've got a pretty ass, Kevin, somebody's gonna have a good time breaking it in. Unfortunately, I'm not an ass-man. I just like getting my cock sucked. Count each time and say thank you, master."
Whack!..."One Thank you, Master"...Whack!..."Two! Thank you, Master"...To the boy laying across the man's hairy thighs each whack seemed to get harder than the one before, and he could Mike's cock coming back to full hardness as it pressed up against his stomach......Whack!..."Ten Thank you, Master."
"Good boy!" Mike said as he pushed his hand down between the crying boy's legs. "You must have liked that. You've got a hardon. You want more?"
"No, Master. Please, no! Not this time!"
"Next time I have to punish you, I'll have to remember and give you more.... Okay! Up! On your knees! What do you want, Kevin?" Mike demanded as he spread his knees farther apart and rubbed his hard cock and balls.
"Please, Master, may I suck your cock?"
"Good boy! Yes, get on that cock and suck me off!"
Kevin dived down between Mike's spread thighs and gobbled down on his hard cock. He reveled in the feel of the smooth hot skin as his lips slid over the big knob and halfway down the thick shaft while his tongue caressed the domed surface and felt and tasted the precum leaking out of the gaping cum-hole. "Uhmmm!" he moaned as he pulled up and then took the big tool back down.
"That's a good boy! You remember how! Just go slow! Don't try to take it all! I'll teach you how to swallow it all down your throat, but not tonight. That'll be a lesson for later. Just get used to it. Remember how you did it before and make me feel good," Mike instructed as he leaned back on his arms and just enjoyed the inexperienced, but eager, teen mouth. He knew he wasn't going to last like this. He was too horny. He hadn't had any sex, except a couple of times he had jacked himself off; since Mary found out she was pregnant. Even though her doctor told them it was okay, she just wasn't in the mood. "Go down on my balls! Lick `em down! Fill your mouth with those big cum-makers! Suck that hairy sack! Make love to my big balls! Gobble down there with your slutty mouth and tongue! That's what you want, what you've been wanting, to be my slutty little cocksucker!
This was the first time Mike had called Kevin a slut, a word he had seldom heard in his life, but one he would become well accustomed to being called during camp and for the rest of his life.
"We're gonna have a good time these next three weeks. You're gonna keep those balls of mine drained. You're gonna drain `em good every day and every night. I'm gonna feed you so much of my man-cum you're gonna grow hair on your chest. I'm gonna make you a man, a man born to serve other, stronger, better men! Get back on my cock and make me come!"
Kevin quickly trailed his flattened tongue over the hairy scrotum and onto the base of the thick cock. He ran it up to the top, licking all around the hard shaft. He ran his lapping tongue all around the hairy base nipping at and slobbering into the thick mass of pubic hair before slurping up the slimy pre-cum that had drooled down from the gaping meatus with its tiny lips sitting like a little mouth at the top. Reaching that pinnacle of desire, he engulfed the domed knob and began making love to it with his sucking mouth and slurping tongue, fucking it with the tongue's pointed tip like it was a hungry pussy. Mike let himself drop down completely prone on the bed as he writhed under the loving ministrations of the fast-learning boy's mouth and tongue.
"Fuck! You're a natural! You were born to suck cock, kid! Born to serve alpha males! What a waste! You could've been sucking your friends, your teammates, the coaches, me! You could have been sucking the whole town! Nobody would have told! Give up a mouth like yours? God no!"
Of course this rant of Mike's bore no resemblance to reality. In a town like theirs, with a church on every corner! If the elders of the town had any idea what was going on in that motel room, what was going to be going on every day at the church camp, Pastor Mike would be ridden out of town on a rail and Kevin would be promptly sent off to a military college "to make a man of him." Maybe, a very careful selection of a very few of his closest and most alpha teammates and friends over the years would have allowed Kevin to develop his cocksucking abilities and enjoy a certain anonymous popularity under the guise of a normal teenaged jock with exceptional athletic skills, but even that would have been difficult. One whisper! One disgruntled sex partner! One discovery under the bleachers! Damnation and disgrace!
Mike quieted down and Kevin continued to develop his ability to take Mike's cock. His overwhelming desire to give pleasure to the man lying on the bed before him gave him the courage to go down farther and farther along the hard shaft with his tightly closed lips, to take the slick pole deeper and deeper into his mouth until he felt the huge head knocking at the entrance to his throat. Only then, remembering what Mike had said about teaching him later, did he slowly pull up, licking and sucking as he went until once more he was making love to only the big knob at the top with its constant ooze of sweet tasting cock-snot. Faster and faster his mouth went up and down the big dick as Mike laid groaning and egging the boy on. As he played with the man's hairy ball-sack with his free hand, Kevin could feel it begin to draw up. He knew from his own experience that that was a sign Mike was approaching orgasm, that in moments he would reach his climax and Kevin's mouth would be flooded with his hot, salty-sweet nutty tasting jism. He longed for the inundation that would choke him as he swallowed it down, mouthful after mouthful. His mind went back to that glorious day last summer when he had been drowned in the first cum he had ever tasted except for his own. The heat, the flavor, the texture, he had relived it all over and over in his dreams and in his lonely jack-off sessions.
Now he was going to experience it again. His mouth filled with his pastor's man-seed! His throat swallowing as fast as it could! His belly filled with the warm juices swimming with sperm, the product of the man's big balls, his testicles, Kevin thought using the almost sexier real word for them. Although he had no idea of it at the present time, he had been longing to drink the seed of the man he wanted to serve, the longing of a subservient male for his dominant alpha master!
Mike knew it was coming, his arms, the muscles of chest, his abdominals tensed as his upper body rose up to meet the oncoming orgasm. "Ohhh fuuck! Ohh shiiiit! Here it comes, Kevin! Take my load! Take that load! Drink it down! Don't lose a drop! All! All! Drink it, slut! Drink your master's slimy nutt! Drink it down into your belly, you slutty little cocksucker! Drink it all!" he moaned out as his cum shot out of his thick cannon. Kevin noticed it wasn't as sweet-tasting and was sort of clotty, not as smooth as he had remembered it. He didn't know, but it was because it had been stored for so long in Mike's balls."
All of his long-repressed dominance came out in his commands to the subservient youth. This was the way he had been in high school and college, an alpha male taking what he wanted from the boys he discovered needed his domination. He had mostly repressed that side of his personality when he felt the call to the ministry. Although he had occasionally enjoyed a blowjob given by one of his classmates while he was in seminary, it had only been a matter of satisfying a passing need for relief. Once he and Mary had gotten married their sex, satisfying but entirely normal, had been a barrier against his old personality.
His alpha sex desires had been awakened to some extent last summer when Kevin had sucked him off in the bathtub, but he had knowingly repressed them since then. With Mary's pregnancy, the lack of satisfying marital sex and Kevin's lingering looks at his crotch over the past months, he had decided it was time to take some action, which had led to getting Kevin to help him with the summer camp.
As soon as his climax was over and his cock stopped pumping out its hot jizz, Mike fell back relaxed. "Clean that cock good, boy. Yeah, keep nursing on it," he commanded as he enjoyed the regular pleasant sucking on his softening meat. Satisfied, he ordered the boy to move down and suck on his balls. "Yeah, that feels good. Suck on those balls. Lick on them. Get down under my sack. Let me feel your tongue down under there, between my legs," he said opening he legs a little more to give the seeking tongue access to the dark hairy space under his scrotum at the back entrance to his ass. "Lick it good down there. Ahhh yeees. That's good. Get in there and lick that ass-crack," he said as he raised his feet to rest on the edge of the bed. Kevin obediently moved his head down onto the bed and licked up into the hairy crack. He felt a shiver of excitement as he flattened his slobbery tongue out and licked into Mike's hairy crack until he felt, and tasted, the tight pucker of his asshole. "Yeah! Slobber on that hole! Get your tongue in and eat me out you dirty little slut."
Having had enough of the slobbering and sucking of what he now thought of as his slut's tongue on and in his asshole, Mike sat up suddenly, which caused Kevin to fall back onto the floor.
"It's 9:30. Get your shorts on and make the bed checks." Kevin got up and started to pull on his briefs. "Just your shorts! Cammando! No shirt, no shoes!" Mike yelled.
"With no briefs they can see my dick."
"That's okay! Nobody cares about your little dick!"
Kevin went out with his list and started knocking on all the doors, making sure everyone was in and in the room they were supposed to be in. Some of the younger guys, juniors who would be seniors when school started, made funny remarks about Kevin's state of undress. Chris Hornby, the new guy on the baseball team who opened his door naked said, "Nice hang, Jones. You gonna bat it in tonight?" Some of the girls flirted a little with him, but Kevin didn't let it bother him. He wasn't ashamed of his muscular body and he was used to being half-dressed at track meets and at the pool at the club, although he usually had a jockstrap holding him in. His unfettered dick made sort of a bulge and he could feel it chubbing up a little, but if that was what the pastor wanted, that's what he'd do.
When he got back to the room Mike was already under the covers. "Get out of those shorts and in bed. Suck on my cock while I go to sleep. If it gets hard, you know what to do. I expect to wake up with a mouth on my cock in the morning ready to take whatever comes out."