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The Country Retreat, Chpt.#1
Cast-----Jill, suck slave--- Bob, Trainer---Me, Don---Neil, trainer---Marta, Mistress---Jim & Pat, erotic couple
Well where should I begin? It was a dark and stormy night, yeah it really was. The rain was coming down so hard that I decided to get off the interstate for a while.
I exited Interstate Route "87" just past Owego New York and pulled into a little roadside bar. They had draft beer and it was dry inside so all was well even though the place was empty save for me and the barmaid (Jill).
I had no more than sipped the foam head on the beer when she asked if I was on my way to the "Rod and Gun Club" and would I give her a lift as her car was under the weather. I told her that I wasn't going there but after looking at her great little body offered to take her there.
She laughed and said no, "You really wouldn't want to go there unless you're already into that scene." I protested that I was familiar with guns and just wanted to give her a ride anyway.
"Oh no, it's very expensive for outsiders and they don't want just anybody to visit" she replied.
"Well Jill now that my curiosity is aroused you just have to tell me what this club is all about, you can't just leave me dangling" I said.
She smiled and handed me a Swingers magazine opened to a small ad she had circled.
("Our country Retreat is open to all who are interested in the Slave and Master lifestyle, Expensive at $500 a day, 5 day minimum but very private and erotic, call 607-000-0000 during business hours.")
"So Jill what's your involvement there" I asked?
She told me that she took the reservations when she was on duty at the bar and also liked to participate as a slave, she was really flushed as she talked but I could see that she also was excited as she said, "You see there are many visitors and most of them come around the weekend but there always have to be some locals on duty so it's never empty."
After we chatted a little more I had found out that she was my age and married to a man 33 years old that had sent her to the Retreat for slave training shortly after they were married. Of course that opened up the next logical line of questions about what did she learn?
"I learned that my place is to serve men the way they liked to be served. I'm a slave to the Masters and Mistresses and exist to serve them" she said.
"Well Jill, just what are you really good at I asked."
She blushed crimson again and told me that she was an accomplished suck slave.
After that confession I blurted out, "Why don't you prove it and blow me?"
She turned around, drew me another beer and told me to move over 3 stools. As I got on the other stool I noticed that the front bar panel was missing, she knelt down behind the bar on a little padded step, unzipped my paints and began sucking my cock. She wasn't kidding, this slut was good but I reasoned that I had better make my move with her soon. I'm no stranger to sex and I fancy myself a gentleman so I asked if she wanted me to cum in her mouth, her answer was to suck deeper and harder until I grabbed her head and held it on my cock.
I soon spurted gob after gob of sticky cum into her mouth. She put her head over the bar with her cheeks puffed out with semen and looked me in the eye as she swallowed, licking her lips with a cummy tongue. She ducked under the bar again and licked my sticky cock clean then zipped me up.
"The bar front is modified like this so I can service the local Masters as they drink, that's what a suck slave does and I love it, thank you for cumming in my mouth sir, I can't get enough cock" she told me.
I decided there and then to write a check against my trust fund and spend some time at this Rod and Gun Club they called a retreat. She said the bar closed in just a few more minutes and she would take me there. I had just cum but was still hot as hell. I had to learn more about this sex club in the middle of nowhere.
It had stopped raining as we pulled out and Jill was obviously impressed with my big car and the ease with which I wrote out the big check. I asked her, "Tell me all about the club and how you got into it Jill?"
She began telling me the club's history. "The club was built before the war by a rich man who wanted to have a very, very private retreat in the middle of his 1000 acres of woods; it's so far into the dense woods that we really don't need the alarms and alerts that have been set up all over the area. When the owner died he left it to his only son who lived in New York City and was into the Dominant lifestyle. The rest is kind of history as Tom the owner and overall Master discovered that this place is the one he dreamed about."
I was very interested as she continued. "That was 8 years ago and now we are an established club thought to be the best retreat of its kind in North America. We get visitors from all over the World. Inside the club there are always Slaves for a Master or Mistress to pick from, we are kinda like the welcoming committee. There are also a lot of couples that belong to the Club that want to be either Slaves or Masters. We even have people that live out here at the club full time in the role. I love serving as a slut slave and want nothing more than to learn all the different ways to serve."
She continued, "Inside the club almost anything goes especially in the training rooms, the only rule is no one can get really harmed. Many Husbands consign their Wives to the Club to be trained as slaves or in specific skills. Of course there are many rules, as an example, I am not allowed to wear clothes inside of the clubhouse nor are any of the other slaves"
We had now entered a hard paved dirt road and Jill told me to stop at a small cottage a couple of miles off the main road. This couldn't be the retreat, it was very small?" This is where I leave my clothes Sir, come on in." As we walked into what was one large room, Jill went to the corner and began stripping in front of some lockers while I stood before a naked older woman kneeling with her head down." She will suck your cock while you wait Sir." I looked down and just nodded, a second later and the fiftyish woman was blowing me with great gusto, I was soon hard again watching a good looking slut undress while getting a great blow job.
Jill finished quickly with leather wrist and ankle cuffs strapped on with a wide collar holding her head high. God she looked luscious with her clean shaved cunt and slave cuffs.
"Ok slut let's go" I told Jill as I pulled my cock out of the older cunt's mouth. It was quite surprising how long we were on the road before we came to a clearing just big enough to hold a large building with a brick wall around it. It looked for all the world like a medieval walled village. I followed the signs and parked on the side of the wall close to the gate.
At the gate a man that Jill said was one of the handlers let us in the gate. He immediately instructed Jill. "Ok slut you know the drill, kneel and get in position."
I was amazed as Jill scampered to comply getting on her knees with her face on the ground and her ass high. She put her wrists behind her back and the handler fastened a short chain between them connecting her wrist cuffs. He took out a wide paddle and proceeded to whale into her ass with 10 very hard swats. Jill didn't make a sound until the tenth hit, then said, "thank you Sir".
"Get up and report to your station now" he said. It was very awkward for her to get up from her prostrate position without the use of her hands but she squirmed and wiggled to her feet and ran to the biggest building.
The handler told me to wait while he called for my escort. It seemed only a moment when a man dressed in a toga like white robe came out for me. We shook hands and headed into a different building than Jill had gone to. I was left in a fairly dark room that my eyes were not yet acclimated to. I could barely make out a person sitting on a large chair with the window light behind him.
"Hi, so you're the new member Jill called on, we've been expecting you, my name is Bob, why don't you take that seat" he said. I could see now that he was also wearing the same white robe as my escort had but his was open and there was a girl kneeling between his legs licking his balls and slowly sucking on his cock. She had her wrists chained behind her back like Jill and was only using her mouth on his cock.
As she sucked the man began talking to me. "I hope you had a pleasant ride out here, there's something very erotic about seclusion eh. Let me tell you a little about our retreat. We devote ourselves to the ritual beauty of a person giving themselves willingly to their Masters as a slave. Some of our members like to be slaves and some like to be Masters, here we make it all possible. A Master or Mistress can enjoy the total Mastery over a slave while the slave revels in total submission; it's a way to serve and be served like it was in antiquity."
I was mesmerized as he continued talking. "For a person with a slave mentality nothing quite beats the feeling of being owned and serving his or her owner without a thought. Of course it's 100% consensual and people's limits are respected but you would be very surprised at just how flexible a person's limits usually are. As soon as I tire of this little slut nursing on my cock I'll take you on a little tour so you can decide."
I wondered what I had to decide but guessed that I would soon be told. Bob said he was one of the slave training Masters and his job was to enhance the skills of new slaves.
Bob chuckled as he said, "Enhance, I guess that's MBA speak for the development of better sluts like this one; When she came to us she was scared to death of sex, even with her husband. He enrolled her here and just look at her now, she can't get enough cock. I'm pretty well setup in the cock department so I'm kind of like a cocksuckers Olympics for these pigs, if they can swallow my meat they can handle anyone. Look I'll show you what I mean"
Bob pulled his cock out of the slave's mouth and wow, was he right. He had a 7 inch cock that was impossibly wide with an enormous, pinkish, purple head. I had never seen anything quite like it and I guess I was staring a little too long. Bob tipped the girls head up, patted her cheeks and told her she was a good cocksucker and to get back to her station now; she just beamed with the compliment, kissed his feet and scampered off. "She's not quite a natural but it won't be long before she'll not feel right unless she has a cock in her mouth, it's like an addiction for some of these sluts, let's go eh."
He stood up and straightened his robe telling me that since I wasn't yet either a Master or slave I should strip to my jockey shorts before we toured.
Bob continued his story, "The majority of our members whether Master or slave contribute a lot of money to keep us in business and private, it's a lot like an exclusive country club. This place is great because it was really planned and built to be a very private sex club; just note how open it is yet in bad weather we simply shut those heavy glass doors. Many of our members bring their own slaves for additional training or just to interact and show them off."
Bob continued, "If a member arrives alone though we always have some staff of slaves and Masters either paid or volunteers that can be enjoyed. There's also a kind of resume with photos on all our members and slaves so a particular person can be requested and everyone is aware of the skills and desires of everyone. Our membership is worldwide and so large that coming here you can be sure it will be busy."
There was a small courtyard between the buildings and even though it was starting to get dark I could see there were a set of stocks and posts like you would tie a horse to. The building we entered was very dimly lit; we were in a small vestibule like room and there was a book on a counter. Bob told me that this was the book of the members that were on site right now while the complete membership book was kept in another building. "Let's go see what's going on eh" he said.
The Compound tour, Chapter#2:
I felt self conscious in my jockey shorts as we entered a large dim room. The first thing I saw was a girl strung up so her toes just touched the floor while a robed Master paddled her bare ass with a wide wooden paddle. On the side wall a robed Women was lounging on an unusual couch while a slave girl tongued her cunt. The couch was a kind of hammock like seat that had the bottom cut out so the crotch area was wide open and accessible to the slaves tongue. We went over to watch and now that my eyes were used to the dim light I could see the slave working her tongue into the Ladies cunt and that there was a male slave kneeling on the side.
Bob said, "may I" and lifted the sluts face out of the smooth shaved cunt so I could see better. The beautiful hairless cunt was wet and the puffy pussy lips glistened with saliva, I confess, it looked yummy. I couldn't take my eyes off of it and that must have been apparent to Bob.
Bob smiled and said, "Why don't you take a taste of the Mistresses cunt Don, you know you want to."
Bob was right on point; somehow he knew I wanted a bit of this. I bent over to tongue the Mistresses twat and was quickly corrected by her, "no, no boy get on your knees in front of me and keep your hands behind your back; you'll find its better like that."
She was right it was very erotic falling to my knees and tonguing her puffy, smooth cunt lips. After a while Bob told me to get up so we could continue our tour. "My name is Mistress Marta boy; when you're ready to serve just ask for me." The young girl was lapping her cunt again as we left.
"I can see your first experience with a Mistress was fun for you eh. Don" Bob said. I didn't answer but had to admit it was hot kneeling there with my face between her thighs, still wet from another tongue. I was hard as a rock. Bob said he just about had time to show me the training room and a family cottage before he had to get back.
The training room was large with a few partitions; in the first there were 2 slave girls being taught the proper positions for a slave. They were being taught by another slave who demonstrated the positions while a young Master corrected them with a riding crop.
"Hi Neil, have them run through what they know for us, would you" Bob asked?
Neil said, "You heard them sluts, start from the top." The 3 of them now stood with their hands behind their heads, legs spread, tits out and eyes lowered. "This is the slave presentation position; it allows a Master to see the slaves cunt and tits at a glance. OK position 2 now girls"
In unison the three of them scampered to position 2 which had them prostrated on their knees with legs spread wide and face pressed into the floor. "No, no you dumb cunts turn so your ass is presented." I had to admit that the 3 Asses sure looked inviting to me. With their asses so high you could see their cunt crack at the same time.
Neil continued, "Get into position 3 now." They were soon sitting on their haunches, knees spread, mouths open and hands resting on their legs; they averted their eyes and looked very demur and inviting.
Bob commented, "We have other areas where novice slaves learn the proper cock sucking and ass worship techniques, you'll see them all."
As we headed to the family cottage area a slave girl came to Bob and knelt (in position #2, I noted), "please Master may I pee" she pleaded. He told her yes and she followed us to the corner of the room, "squat slut" Bob instructed.
The slut squatted over a hole in the floor and put her hands behind her head, tottering a bit as she steadied herself then looking Bob directly in the eye, "you may pee now." The piss gushed out of her into the hole while she held eye contact all the time. Bob reached down and put his hand into the piss stream then bought his wet fingers to the sluts open mouth and rubbed his fingers on her gums, telling her "Suck pig." She cleaned his fingers off and left.
Bob said "You probably didn't know that slaves can't do nothing without the express permission of a Master, not even piss. We always rub a little taste into their mouths right on their gums as a part of the training, after all they may yet end up as toilet slaves and a little taste of piss never hurt anyone."
What was called the family cottage area was really a series of rooms and small apartments open to the Masters and Mistresses to reserve and use. Just as in the rest of the building there were no doors but the rooms were tucked away out of the traffic flow.
Bob smiled at a robed man appeared, "Hi Jim, boy I am glad you're in today. I've got a new member that I'm showing around and you're the only couple on site so how about a little tour for Don here?"
"Oh sure Bob, glad to meet you Don, I'm Jim and my wife is Pat." Jim was about 45 years old with just a start of a thickening around the waist and balding. Jim continued, "Your just in time, we just called down for a slut we selected, the nice thing about this club is that you can tryout different slaves while your own trains and improves with different Masters. A lot of slaves like the variety that serving a couple offers and like most couples we really enjoy having a personal body slave."
At that time I didn't know just what a a body slave was but since I didn't want to seem stupid, I didn't ask. Jim and Pat were now entirely naked, not even a watch. I just couldn't stop staring and must have looked like a real rube as Jim spoke, "I can see that you're interested Don; we're about to fit someone into our new seat, want to help?"
I was still in my dazed-surprised state but managed to nod yes and followed them into another room. There was a pretty elaborate sunken tub and shower setup with a toilet in the corner. The device they were installing was a wooden platform set close to the ground with a series of cuffs and straps attached.
Jim spoke to me, "Don, why don't you lay down on it so we can adjust the straps correctly. I lay down on the board with a raging hardon tenting out my jockey shorts. What a feeling it was as they strapped my wrists and ankles making adjustments as they went; I could see how this was erotic for a slave. Soon I was completely restrained with my cock as hard as a rock.
Neil said, "I don't know what's holding up that slut I ordered; why don't you come with me Bob, Pat can finish up and it's always better to be alone for the first time." What did they mean, better to be alone, first time, I wondered.
Pat continued to make adjustments asking me if I was comfortable as she fastened a wide leather belt across my chest, I was immobilized and becoming more than a little nervous. "Now lets try the chair shall we, she asked?"
Pat placed a wood box over my head with a soft, lined cutout for my neck, it was a soon adjusted to a tight but comfortable fit. "Oh look at how nice this adjusted; its perfect. Now let's try the chair on top" she said with a little smirk.
Pat sat a toilet seat over the open top and adjusted it down onto the locating pins. This was really getting to me now; I was scared but really didn't want to make a scene and besides it was more than a little exciting.
"I don't quite know how low to make this chair Don, be a dear and help me, just stick out your tongue. Well that looks about right but I'm just not quite sure; I guess the only way to find out is a little test drive eh." Pat said as she stepped over me until she straddled the seat.
She bent from the waist placing her hands on each side of the toilet seat turning and smiling down on me. I was about to protest but looking at her naked ass I was speechless. I stared at the crack in her ass, her ass was beautiful. It wasn't skinny, it was what I would call a woman's ass, creamy smooth, rounded and firm, there were no tan lines.
I kept quiet. She slowly started lowering her lovely ass onto the seat and then stopped to ask, "Are you sure your comfortable down there?"
This was obviously my opening to stop all this but I was so hot I didn't really want to. "No I'm alright" I said and she lowered her ass onto my face.
"Oh this is great, the shape of a toilet seat spreads my ass cheeks just like we thought. Are you ok down there, can you lick my ass and cunt or am I too tight on your face" she asked?
My answer was muffled by her crack, it was dusky and exciting. I tongued her cunt crack with great gusto. "You know boy if we just turn the seat around you can tongue out my ass crack, maybe next time" she cooed.
I sensed that someone else was in the room and heard muffled talk, but I was concentrated on my task. My complete helplessness and the musky aroma of her crack in my face combined to let the humiliation wash right over me. I had to admit I loved being in this position, had I found my place? I tasted her hot, creamy cum as it flowed past my lips and on to my tongue, it was like fine wine and I could think of nothing else, not my restraints nor the voices in the background.
It was disappointing when she lifted her cunt off the toilet seat and my tongue but I was rewarded by a knowing, smirky, smile as she looked down on me. I could now place the muffled, background voices, Bob and Jim were standing over me. I couldn't be more embarrassed as they looked at my cum soaked face under the toilet seat.
Jim said, "Well Bob you know for sure what our new member's role will be, he obviously gets off on this, he'll be a great slave when he's trained. Pat, why don't you set back down while we kind of interview him?"
I was once again treated to the beautiful, hairless ass crack slowly lowering onto my face and dammed if she didn't stop; look down at me rewarding me with another sly smile. Her smooth, hairless cunt lips were puffy and still wet with my saliva, after her cum; the smell was simply wonderful.
Bob spoke to me in a quiet, soft way. "Well Don we're now sure that you're pretty good slave material, I kind of suspected it by the way you watched the slut suck me off. You had a kind of hunger in your eyes that we've learned to recognize. We know what you are and all that's left is for you to admit it so Pat let him answer the question will you." She lifted her cunt off my wet face and I looked up, blushing furiously at three faces sporting wry smiles."
Bob continued, "If you don't want to accept your slave inclinations then I guess you'll have to leave; it's obvious to us that you'll never be happy unless you're serving as a slave and our Club is really for people happy and content in their rightful places."
I knew what I had to do and I blurted out "yes I'm a slave and I want to learn how to please." My voice had cracked with the shame of what I said but they heard me loud and clear. What had I gotten myself into?
Everyone was solicitous about removing my cuffs so I was no longer strapped down and could stand up, I had to wonder, what now.
Bob was talking to me. "I suspect that your admission was very hard for you but now that we all know what you are its easier all around. All you have to do from now on is devote yourself to pleasing your owners and you'll be content. The Retreat here is evenly divided into slaves and slave owners; In many ways a slaves lot is the easier task, he only has to obey. Well boy I think I'll go now, I'm sure that Jim and Pat can begin your training. After the weekend we'll start your formal indoctrination."
Pat was the first to speak, "well,Don from now on everyone will refer to you as slave, slut or pig. Your old name of Don is now your safe word but I bet you don't use it eh."
Jim went to get your set of cuffs and a collar, you belong to us now, you're our project. We've never had a slave boy before so this will be fun." Just then Jim came in pulling a slave girl on a leash, she was carrying my cuffs. "This slut is our house slave Denise, she lives with us and we bring her back periodically for refresher training, she's a trained body slave so watch her and learn." Mistress Pat took the slave girl with her.
I have to say that it's a very strange feeling having cuffs put on your ankles and wrists knowing that soon you would be just another slave required to obey his Masters. I still couldn't get over how hot it made me though.
Jim spoke and bought me out of my reflections. "Well boy your fun time is over, were going to start you off as a fluffer, don't worry you'll love it." As Pat finished my wrist cuffs Master Jim placed a steel collar on my neck and locked it in place. I really felt like a slave when he fastened my wrist cuffs to the front of my collar. With my hands held up this high I was essentially now helpless, it felt exquisite, scary exquisite.
Jim said, "There you are boy now you're ready eh. We keep a slaves hands chained, a good slave only cums when he's servicing his owner so there's no need to fondle himself. We know you're not too bad of a cunt lapper but I think it's time to see how you are as a cocksucker. Have you ever sucked a cock boy? I think it's good that we're alone for your first cock eh; it's so much more intimate."
I really don't know just what I was thinking of but I was just too shocked to answer. My silence was rewarded with a very sharp slap across the face as Jim said, "I can't hear you boy."
I really didn't know what I had gotten myself into, in my confusion I blurted out "no Sir I haven't."
"Well you're in luck today, I just so happen to be in the mood to begin your training. I want you on your knees now with your ass up and face down" he said.
It was very difficult and awkward to drop onto my knees without using my wrists; I must have really looked the fool as I half fell into my kneeling position.
Master Jim proceeded to sit on the chair in front of me and lifted my head off the floor saying "OK, boyo it's show time for you. Just get your face up close to my crotch and get used to the man smell. Unless I'm wrong you'll be getting hot as soon as you get a whiff of crotch. That's it breathe deep, you know you want it don't you?" As Master quietly talked to me in that soft, authoritative voice I realized that, yes I did want it.
I guess they had me pegged right for I was really hot. I'm not gay but this submissive role really got me excited. The musty man-smell was getting to me. Master then had me open my mouth wide and stick out my tongue. He rested his thick cock on my tongue telling me to just let it sit there saying "That's right pig just get used to it"
I was so far into it by now that I closed my mouth and suckled on the head. Master lifted my head a little so he could look me in the eye and again smacked me in the face as he told me, "You do as we say and when we say it little pig."
I resumed my role with my mouth open, tonguing his cock and balls.
Jim told me, "Ok pig now you can suck on the head but first lick your tongue across the piss slit and look at me when you do it." It was awful and wonderful at the same time as I snaked my tongue across the wide piss slit of Master's cock. The humiliation of looking into another man's eyes as I performed washed over me but there was no doubt my cock was hard as a railroad spike.
Master Jim continued, "It's like you're a student and your favorite subjects are cock and cunt. Let's see how good you are now I want you to suck me off nice and slow. It's going to take some skill on your part, don't worry I'll lead you through it. I know you must have seen a fish moving his lips, well that's how you suck on my cock. Let your lips message my prick; a trained mouth is better than any cunt because the cocksucker can control his mouth and tongue better than a cunt. I bet you never thought you would have a cock in your mouth did you boy?" He was right but I was too busy to dwell on it.
I sucked as he talked. "From now on your favorite thing is going to be cock. After all, now we both know what you are. You're just another cunt, a mouth cunt but still a cunt that wants to be controlled. Your mouth cunt has a tongue to lick a man's balls and ass; otherwise you've no need for a tongue. To me, this is the natural order of things and you're simply fulfilling your role as an inferior person, a cocksucker owned by your Master."
"Look at my eyes while you're servicing me, it'll help you understand your role" Jim said. Looking up at him with my mouth full of cock I saw that smirk again.
"Good, cocksucker. I think you're lucky to find out your a cocksucking slut boy; some guys go through their entire lives never realizing that they want to be a man's cocksucker."
He pulled my mouth off of his balls saying, "Enough foreplay "I'm ready now, Don, I want you to open your mouth." I clenched my eyes shut. "Leave your eyes open. Now, take a minute to think about your options. After all you can just leave right now. Then, when you're ready, when you've really thought it thru, tell me."
I looked up at him as he stared down at me patiently. I thought about that and all the other scenes I had seen here and fantasized about. I desperately tried not to think that I was kneeling here, naked, in front of this rugged, masterful man, feeling his dick resting on my lips. I sighed, the smell of his cock reminded me of what I wanted anyway.
"I'm ready," I whispered to him. "Ready for what Don" he replied.
"I'm ready to suck your cock," I said very quietly, and with that, he began to slide it into my mouth.
Jim said, "I know your new at this so don't worry I'll take it slow and easy so you can savor finally doing what you were born to do." The taste was not what I expected. Even though his cock was hard as a rock, the head was moist and spongy as it rested on my tongue. I could taste the precum, and it was kind of smoky, bleachy and salty all at once. It took a couple seconds for the shock of having a guy's cock in my mouth to wear off. Then I remembered why it was there and what I was supposed to do, .I began to suck on the head of his cock.
"Hey bitch! Cover your teeth with your lips, dammit!" he yelled down at me.
Hey, bitch, is that what I was? But I'd had teeth on my cock before and I knew it didn't feel good. I curled my lips up tightly against his shaft. I was remembering the things I liked in a blowjob as I tried to repeat them for him. I started licking the head of his dick as it lay passively on my tongue. He liked that, because I could feel more precum oozing from his slit. I was looking at his face, and I saw him staring at me, with his cock in my mouth, through half closed eyelids. He began rocking his hips back and forth in a gentle roll, sliding maybe two more inches between my lips.
It didn't take long before He started moaning and biting his bottom lip as I kept up the suction and swung my tongue back and forth under his shaft. I started to think about what I was going to do once the inevitable orgasm struck, but he solved that problem for me as he said, "I'm getting close, boy. When I shoot, I want you to hold it in your mouth, don't swallow it."
With that instruction both of his strong hands clutched my head and his knees shook a bit as he pistoned his cock in and out of my mouth. He was grunting and I could see every muscle in his chest tensing, then I felt and tasted the first shot.
It was thick like phlegm on my tongue as it kept streaming out hitting the back of my throat and the sides of my cheeks. My mouth became full with cum, spittle and cock. It tasted like his precum had, but stronger, and I could feel it pulsing through his shaft into my mouth. There were at least a half dozen shots and I didn't think I could hold any more without either swallowing or gagging. Finally, he stopped thrusting and left his cock head in my mouth. He looked down at me, and his whole upper body was flushed, damp with perspiration.
He smiled at me and panted to catch his breath slowly pulling his cock from my mouth; I kept my lips tight to keep from spilling his cum just as he had told me to. When he was free, he let go of my head saying "Open your mouth boy," he ordered. I tilted my head up and opened my lips, kind of slack jawed, revealing my thick mouthful of cum. "You weren't bad for a first timer, I shot a really big load for you."
He was now in a really friendly, jovial mood, but then, I usually was too after a blowjob. But I had always been on the receiving end before today. He reached his cock in to dab some cum out and smeared it on my cheek. He repeated this with the other cheek, my forehead, and then down my nose; it smelled like nothing I had ever smelled before, it was good. I could feel it cooling and drying on my face.
"You can swallow the rest now boy" he told me.
The idea was kind of gross but it had been in my mouth for a couple of minutes now and his cock had been in there for a while, so I just opened my throat and let it slide down, just like I had done with my first raw oyster.
"How was it for you?" he asked, and I couldn't tell if he was sarcastic or sincere.
"Uh, well, it was...well...." I didn't know what to say. He frowned and for a minute I thought I'd hurt his feelings, but then the look was gone.
"Did you like the taste? You better get used to it" he said.
"It was good, Sir. Better than I had hoped" I answered.
"Clean my dick off," Jim said and plunged it back into my mouth. I sucked the residual cum juice off it and then he pulled it free saying "You have to decide if you want more of this scene, I think you were born to serve guys: you'll never be happy again without serving a man, for you cunt is just OK, cock is what you crave."
I knelt there staring at his naked body. I could still taste the cum from the blowjob I'd just given him and when I saw that his cock was still mostly hard I thought wow, what a stud.
"You've got a sweet mouth on you boy" he said in his soothing yet assertive voice.
Jim continued, "Did you enjoy the load I let you suck from my cock? Bet you liked the taste of my cum, right? From now on I want you to call all the men here Sir or Master, you can see how appropriate that is can't you?"
"Yes, Sir I understand" I answered.
"I want to show you just how much I own you then we'll talk a bit about your new life; are you ready" he asked?
"Yes, Sir, I blurted out."
"Good boy, now get ready because I'm going to feed this to you fast" he said. With that, he began to slide his cock into my open mouth. Unlike before, when he'd gone slow, with short strokes, now he long-dicked me until I gagged.
"Come on, boy, you can take my cock. Do it right," he urged, as he pulled back and again sank it in to his full length.
I couldn't take it; it's not like I had a lot of experience sucking cock. Each time he got more than 4 or 5 inches in, I gagged. He just kept feeding in all 7 inches, pulling back so that only the head remained on my tongue and then feeding it in again.
He was rubbing my head as he said, "I like watching your throat bulge when my cock slides in. Your throat really feels hot. It's so warm and soft and wet inside. "Put your hand on your throat, boy," Jim commanded. I reached up and his hand pressed mine down on my throat, holding it there, not strangling me. "Now feel this" he said as he pushed his cock head from where it had been in my mouth down into my throat.
I could feel my throat expanding as his dick filled me up. "That's my cock inside of you, slave," Jim said, holding his dick deep. He pulled out an inch, then rammed back in. I could feel exactly where his dick head was.
Jim said, "You can feel me filling you up, boy. Keep your hand there."
You're being such a good bitch for me Don" he stated.
With that, he stopped long-dicking me and returned to his short thrusts, the ones he'd used before. I repeated my suction, and as my cheeks hollowed from the vacuum, I rapidly massaged the bottom of his head and shaft with the tip of my tongue as his cock slid in and out between my tightly clamped lips.
It didn't take much longer. He quickened his pace, and I could see his upper body redden. He threw his head back and his flat abs rippled.
Jim gasped out the words, "Fuck, yes! My little bitch sucking my cock, earning his keep! Oh, fuck, I'm gonna blow!" he screamed and I felt the first blast.
The taste and texture was the same and I was looking forward to more when he pulled out. He fired 4 or 5 more shots onto my face and into my hair. Globs of cum streaked over my cheeks and forehead, over my nose and chin. He was panting heavily, and when he finished firing, he slipped his cock back into my mouth.
He turned back down to me and was all smiles, saying "Mmmm, that was good cocksucker. You suck good cock but with some training you'll be like a pro. Clean me off now; you must always clean your owners cock when he's finished with you."
I sucked and licked the drying cum residue off his dick without any thought but to obey and please him.
Jim said "Go ahead and swallow my sperm now. That's your lunch for today he laughed." Master Jim watched my Adam's apple bob as I swallowed.
Jim continued, "I'm going to give your mouth a rest for a while. Just lick my balls as I'm talking to you, Good. Now, I'm going to tell you what's expected of a cock slave. Most Masters here always need to cum at least 4 times a day. Your body is now ours to use for pleasure after all I've cum in your mouth twice now."
He smiled down at me with a little smirk that I saw looking up through his balls. "You'll do everything as well as you can; until you're trained I'll take charge of you. Follow all my instructions. If I want my ass licked, you'll do it for me. If I want you to lick my balls, you'll do it. I always want you to be naked in front of me. I'll fuck your mouth, or have you massage my balls, or make you lick my ass hole clean. You may have to shave your pubic hair or walk around in the woods with no clothes on. Anything I want you'll do for me or you can just forget about what I'm sure was the best moment in your life, when my cum filled your mouth."
Jim continued, "You see you were born to serve your owners. Often, our members need servicing after fucking at our retreat. Our women always enjoy a nice soft tongue licking out the cum after they have been fucked, you'll do them too. I will cum on your face, or will make you take it down your throat. Whatever I want, you perform. Do you understand?"
I nodded, still lightly licking his balls. "Good," he said, then closed his eyes, and eventually tilted his head back. "Good," he said again.
He continued in his soft voice. "Most girls really love sucking cock, it's often better than any other kind of sex for them, it feels so good for them to have hard cocks in their mouths. Many guys are just like girls, it feels just as good for some guys to have a cock in their mouth as it does a girl. In fact, often for guys it feels even better, for some guys sucking cock is what they enjoy most. In the world there are some guys that are meant to be sucked off and others that are meant to do the sucking. You seem to be one of the guys who really enjoy sucking cock, you never knew it until you tried but now you must admit what you are. Even then it sometimes takes time to learn to enjoy it, like guys in jail. Often they don't like giving head at first but once their forced to suck cock for a while, they learn to like it and suck many cocks everyday, living only to make stronger men happy."
Jim was wearing that superior smirk again as he talked, "Let me make things even clearer for you, I just blew my load in your mouth, you sucked my cock, that makes you a cocksucker whether you like it or not, you're now a cocksucker. In fact you are my cocksucker since I was your first, I own you. You will do what I say. You are my cocksucking slave and I'm your master. You are going want to suck my cock whenever and wherever I want. In time you will become quite good at it and know just what I like. Just think about that. From now on if you give me any resistance you will be denied the cock you crave. You should think about what I said".
I thought about what he had said, I did have his cock in my mouth earlier and swallowed his cum twice; in fact I was right now licking his ball sack. But I was coerced, it was against my will, or was it, no it wasn't. Maybe he was right; maybe I had already learned to like it. Maybe my place in life was sucking men's cocks. So there I was on my knees in front of my 'master'?
I looked up at him looking down at me. I opened my mouth and saw the fact that he was pleased on his face. He pulled my head off his balls and his cock slid into my mouth for the third time meeting no resistance. He was pleased I had given in and he said "good cocksucker" as he held my head with both hands and began to pump his powerful cock. He was pumping into what was now his, my mouth.
I just knelt there as he used my mouth and in about five minutes he pumped his third load of jism into my mouth. He laid down after and said "don't worry, I often cum four times a day so there is still lots left for tomorrow". Bob will be here in a few minutes to get you.
Chapter #3, The next day, It's what I am
I followed Bob into the common area of the retreat again. It was so hot, sex was going on everywhere. I noticed Jim and Pat slowly fucking on a lounge and we stopped to watch. His breathing quickened as he came and they laid there relaxing. He pulled his dripping cock out and turned to me saying, "clean me off boy."
I fell to my knees and sucked on his sticky hot prick. The cum and cunt juices were a strong yet pleasant taste. When he removed his now glistening, clean cock I saw that Pat was now lying in the chair with stirrups and she was spread as wide as possible.
Bob simply ordered "lick her snatch clean now, it's why slaves have a tongue."
Her gash was covered with sticky, wet cum spilling over her smooth shaven, puffy red cunt lips. I knelt down and sniffed the sex smell and licked. Using my tongue for long swipes up her cunt crack I swabbed out the globs of cum; it was the consistency of clam-chowder, very tasty.
Pat said, "You know boy, having my fresh fucked cunt licked clean by an eager slave is a really relaxing feeling, much better than any douche. Your tongue is a lot softer than a towel. I think some of Jim's jism might have dripped down onto my asshole; be a dear and swab it out for me."
I needed no other encouragement and began running the flat of my tongue up and down her entire crack, from cunt to asshole making sure the little puckered hole was clean. I sensed people were gathered to watch me but I didn't care. My whole being was absorbed by licking her crotch. Nothing mattered but my tonguing her cunt and ass; I only wanted to please.
After a while I was led into yet another corner of the covered patio. My trainer, Bob, took me over to a white, free-standing vinyl urinal. As I got closer I saw that this was a quite different kind of bathroom appliance. It had some of the back cut out of it and the opening was padded. Somehow I knew what would be expected of me and it made me shudder.
Bob just looked at me and said, "Go ahead son, you can see what we have here, just get your head in there."
I did realize that I was to be an important part of the urinal. Master Bob was solicitous about getting me in a comfortable position with my face protruding through the padded opening.
While I pondered my position I heard him tell me to lift my hands and felt my cuffs being locked in place over my head. "It's time for you to start your toilet duty son and this is your first station. As you can see it's setup so a Master can conveniently piss in your mouth, it's close to the bar so you'll get a lot of recycled beer, ha-ha. Here comes a customer now."
I could see a tall, thin, older man saunter up and open his robe. He then looked down at me and smiled as we made eye contact. Without a word he sat his cockhead on my tongue and slowly pissed. I gulped and gulped for even though he was pissing slowly I had to swallow quickly, my mouth was smaller than his bladder. When he finished I just gently sucked on his cockhead until it was clean. It was my first experience as a toilet slave and it had made my cock as hard as it had ever been.
An hour or so later I was relieved by, of all people, Jill who wordlessly smiled; her face acknowledging our joint slavery. Master Bob led me back to the bar; it was happy hour and pretty crowded. A young girl was vigorously sucking on a black man's cock as he sipped his cocktail and talked to his wife.
Bob was talking to Jim and Pat while I just gazed at the sex all around us. Pat motioned me to a waist high, padded bench that looked a lot like a pummel horse that gymnasts used. She put her feet into the little foot symbols on the floor and bent over the bench as she said, "I'm a little sweaty and want my ass licked, show him the way Jim."
My wrists were freed and I was told to spread her cheeks and run my tongue up and down her ass crack. Looking at her smooth, hairless ass it wasn't difficult to do. My hands shook as I gently spread her plump ass cheeks as I snaked my tongue into her cunt-slit, running my wet tongue up and down until finally stopping at her asshole. It was funky, musky but not unpleasant and I had a good feeling about servicing her; in effect being her ass sucker once again.
I must have gotten her aroused because she went back to Jim and asked for a quick fuck. It wasn't to be though because Jim wasn't interested but he told Bob to enjoy a fuck with his wife.
Once again I was to assist as we went to a bed-like lounge narrow enough for a man to easily straddle it. I lay down with my head on the end edge and Pat's cunt over my mouth. I was licking her juicy cunt when Bob mounted her from behind. My tongue was licking cock and cunt now as Bob slowly fucked her with long, slow thrusts. Every few minutes he would pull out and fuck into my mouth. Master Bob wasn't being gentle this time as he went deep just like my mouth was Pat's cunt, deep into my throat causing me to gag and choke. As suddenly as it began Master went back to her cunt leaving my mouth empty. When he came the combined cunt and cock juice dripping into my mouth tasted like the very best cocktail ever made. I was home, this is where I belonged, servicing cock and cunt as ordered. When Master Bob tensed and moaned filling her cunt with cum I was proud of my role as helper. Pat let the fuck juices drip into my mouth as I licked and cleaned her crotch. When I finished Bob only had to point at the ground and I knelt to suck and clean his cock. As I felt it harden in my mouth my cock spewed out cum in a quick burst. Everyone was laughing but Bob rubbed my head as you would a prize pony as he said, "good boy, it's the sign of a true slut when you cum from servicing your Master's cock, good boy."
The retreat was where I belonged; there was no longer any doubt.
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