Couples Assist Facility

Couples Assist Facility The Couples assist Facility in the "Fun-House"

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Cast:

-Mark, owner of the "Service Station" AKA "Fun-House"

-John Smith, Me, just another faggot

-Mike, my old college buddy

-Janine, Mike's wife

-Todd, Fag Trainer

The following four pages are an excerpt from a much longer story called, "Sorted at the Fun-House". The entire story is inserted at the end for your enjoyment. The story revolves around a research project into the setup of sex-club suites where a guy could bring his wife or girlfriend for an assisted fuck and suck.

EXCERPT:

"Well Mark here's how I went about planning for the couple's spa room. I felt that this setup would be very profitable for the service station but I was flummoxed as to how to design it; I am after all a faggot cocksucker with almost no experience with females and I needed some research. It came to me the next day; I had a college friend that was my roommate for a couple of years that could help me. We had kept in touch over the years and actually met a couple of times a year. In college we moved in very different circles, he was a jock and I a nerd but we're still great friends."

"That was because I was his stress reliever, his on-call cocksucker. Mike enjoyed nothing better than living with a guy who didn't mind sucking him off a couple times a day. He had a beautiful prick, long, straight and blessed with a huge cockhead. His piss hole looked liked like a cannon barrel. Mike had a wide streak of domination that fit seamlessly with my submissive nature. He simply ordered me to service him in the way he enjoyed it; it was all about him."

"I e-mailed Mike with my dilemma and he quickly agreed to help me out; we arranged for me to stay with him and his wife for a weekend. It was a 350 mile drive but I was looking forward to it. I had been at his wedding and knew his wife, Janine. She was a good looking Irish girl with a reddish complexion and just a bit plump. She wasn't fat at all, just slightly soft and plump; Mike had told me that she just loved to fuck."

"We went into their living room to get reacquainted and started making small talk while drinking a really good dry red wine. Mike was very "up" and happy; he was still smiling when he zipped down his fly and pulled out that big snake I used to service. I was watching him stroke his cock while talking about some inane TV show when he brought me out of my trance."

Mike quickly took control as he talked. "Here John, come on over here and suck my cock again, don't worry, Janine knows all about your cocksucking and thinks it's exciting."

"I looked over at his wife and she just nodded at me with a wry smile.

Mike stood up and dropped his pants before settling back into his big, leather lounge chair. What could I do; I went to my knees and moved over to Mike. He held that big cockhead I was so familiar with up to me and I took it into my mouth."

"It's just like old times huh, John? You should know Janine that John used to blow me at least twice a day. I could wake up in the middle of the night with a hardon and just walk over to his bed and stuff it into his mouth while he was still sleeping. He'd nurse on it a little while as he was waking up then let me blow my load in his mouth and go back to sleep with a mouthful of cum. Why don't you get ready for a fucking honey, we'll be right up."

Mike began holding my head and ever so slowly going deeper and deeper.

"Remember what I taught you John, do it now," he told me.

"I did remember and slipped quickly back to it. I put my hands behind my back and looked into his eyes. Mike liked his cocksucker to only use his mouth and he really enjoyed watching my face as he forced his cock through my throat opening and I gagged on its thickness. He would then pull my head back letting me get a gasp of breath before plugging my gullet again. I was choking with my eyes watering as I sensed Janine was back. I tried to turn to her and Mike slapped my face."

"Don't worry about anything but my cock John, keep your focus, you're better than that. I think though it's time to show you how a cocksucker can help a couple fuck don't you honey? You're so fucked up by cock John that you can't concentrate anyway; we'll start slow so you can learn about cunt."

Mike continued, "We'll be enjoying your service even as you're doing your hokey research. When we get finished you'll be an expert," Mike said. "I was mesmerized by my situation as I stood there with my head bowed, listening to my old roommate describe how I would be serving the two of them."

"Janine sat on a high, wide, bed room chair, opened her robe and spread her legs. Mike roughly led me to her and pushed me to my knees."

"OK John get a good look, before were done you'll be more familiar with her crotch than with your own face."

"I'm certainly not into cunt but I couldn't help salivating as I gazed at the beautiful, pink, hairless cunt of my friend's wife as she spoke. "Get your nose up there and get used to my scent, it's a perfume that you'll learn to love, eau of crotch eh."

"Mike sat on the chair edge and watched me; the fact that I was being watched by the two of them added a very erotic aspect to my humiliation."

"Her cunt had a musky odor with just a hint of stale piss smell; it wasn't unpleasant just different than the cock smell I was used to. I shuddered as Mike grabbed one of my ears and led me to those delicious, soft folds with the one word command "lick."

"I was soon lost in the act as I lapped up and down her cunt slit using my tongue to service her. I noticed that she had begun to gush cum juice; I lapped it up like it was a fine, French sauce, cunt-cum was different than man-cum but very tasty."

"He looks good down there with his face in your crotch: how is he doing Janine?" Mike asked her.

"Actually, pretty good, he has a nice, wide, long tongue. With a little coaching he will be as good a cunt-lapper as he is a cocksucker. I want to get fucked now; his tongue has put me in the mood," she replied.

"I was roughly pushed away being told to watch as a real man fucked a cunt. Sitting on the floor I watched as Mike approached with his enormous cock sticking out. I was commanded to wet the head so it could slide easily into her. I sucked and licked Mike's cock until he pushed me down on my back; she climbed on top with her cunt over my face, right at my mouth. He mounted her from the rear as I slurped on dripping cunt juice wetting my face."

"For the first time in my life, I had a close-up view of cock fucking a cunt. I was so close that I could hear the wet sucking sounds of her cunt and felt the spray of their combined juices on my face with each plunge. Mike started to tease her by slowly pulling his cock from her pussy until just the big head remained inside. Then he'd wait until she started whimpering for more before shoving it back in as hard as he could. Each time she would moan loudly."

"His cock was so thick it stretched her puffy pussy lips far apart and when he pulled out, her cunt lips stuck to his shaft and stretched far from her pubic mound. The sight of this was awesome. I was so hot. His cock was rubbing across my lips when he pulled out and her cunt juices washed over my face."

"As Mike fucked Janine, she panted and gasped for air and made sounds that I had never heard before. Mike fucked faster until with a growl, he plunged in right to the hilt, almost squeezing his tightened nut sack into her cunt as well. I knew he was spraying his jism inside her pussy now and I realized that I was just seconds away from eating his leftovers. He had already told me I was to be the fresh-fucked-cunt "clean up" boy."

"When Mike pulled out his wet, slimy meat, a long string of cum followed it out and splashed on my face. I quickly attached my mouth to her gaping gash and proceeded to suck out the warm clumps of scummy cum. It tasted similar to what I had sucked directly from his cock but somewhat sweeter mixed with girl-cum. It slid like syrup down my throat along with Janine's own sauce. God, it was delicious! Janine then sat up and a rush of sperm flowed out of her pussy and down my throat. He must have shot a huge load deep into her!"

"After I cleaned everything out of her pussy, she raised her crotch off my face and looked down at me with a smirk on her face. My face was drenched sticky with their juices."

"Did you have fun down there sissy boy?" she said and then giggled. She motioned me to immediately go to work on Mike's semi-stiff rod. His dick was wet with mixed cum and pussy juice, which I slowly licked up. I worked my way down to his balls and gently lapped at each one until his cock started swelling.

I thought to myself, "this is really hot; our sissy customers will love this scene. Mike had been right when he said that there was nothing quite like licking a freshly-fucked cunt."

"So Mark, that's how I researched our couples operation. I see it as a full service place where one of our sissy cocksuckers that still considers himself bisexual, gets to service a couple. For sure they like cum and it's my guess that they'll be thrilled to stick their tongue into a nice, wet cunt full of cum and pay us good money for the privilege."

NOW FOR THE COMPLETE STORY: The Service Station, AKA, The Fun-House

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I was visiting my favorite city and after a hard day of travel I wanted to spend a night at a very different playground. All I knew was that an adult website had said it was great fun. I had the address and got there early on a Monday evening; it wasn't long before I realized that this was certainly a different kind of place. The parking lot was divided between rows for up to an hour that were free and rows for one to six hours at $5 an hour. I thought it very strange but what the hell and went in to get a long term ticket.

The big red brick warehouse loomed large at the end of the lot with the only sign reading "entrances" in the plural. Once inside I encountered a line leading to two different counters. On the left the large counter sign read simply "cocks" while the one on the right read "cocksuckers."

Geez, this was embarrassing, I had to openly acknowledge what I was and wanted just by standing in one or the other line. I was sure that I was blushing, bright red as I shuffled forward to the counter.

"You know you're in the cocksucker line don't you" he asked looking directly at me? I mumbled a yes as he told me to speak up. I was fast becoming more and more embarrassed. "What do you want, just the cocksucker room or the works, the room is $40 and the works runs $65?"

By now I was reduced to a stammer that the rude attendant took as assent to the works asking me for the $65. I needed to get away from this smirking, in your face young guy and pushed the money under the window. The door clicked and I started towards it just as he shouted, "stop, put this wrist band on" and he pushed a bright pink wide, rubber band to me. I was actually trembling as I locked it on to the chorus of smirks from the rest of the guys in line laughing at the new guy.

I was finally inside a large, dimly lit room seemingly full of guys. I couldn't make out anything until my eyes adjusted so I just stood there until I felt a hand on my shoulder.

A guy about forty said, "I see your new here, I'll show you around. You've already gotten through the tough part at the dual entrance. Believe it or not that embarrassing, challenging system kinda frees you up to admit what you are and once you're through it just enjoy yourself."

He was right, my heartbeat was finally returning to normal.

"It's really a kinda service station for guys who want their cocks sucked; the guys in the cock line only pay $5 so there is always a pretty large bunch wanting a quick, cheap blowjob away from the wife. The superior "cock" guys can just walk up to a hole and get their cock sucked. Unlike the usual small glory hole you see at peep-shows these openings in the wall are huge, large enough for you to stick your entire head thru and lick his balls while he pats your head. The thing is that this is a place without games; guys who want to get sucked off don't have to romance a cocksucker. There's no need for flowers, jewelry or a candlelit dinner; here it's just take your Wang out and pick the hot mouth you want to fill with cum."

He continued, "At the holes over there you're standing up while he stands on the elevated side with his crotch at your mouth level. The elevation changes over here so you have to be on your knees; I personally think a cocksucker should always kneel in respect before a man but it'll be your choice."

I could see a little better now and boy it was busy with only a few holes empty of cock with the suck boys happily slurping away. The wet swishy noise of cocks being serviced actually filled the room. Until you're an observer you don't realize just how noisy cocksucking is; the wet slosh of dripping saliva along with the occasional ughh as the server choked permeated the room and was very hot. It was only Monday and look how busy they were; they certainly had a good business.

"I see you've got a pink, works band that allows you to serve in all of the rooms. I want to get back to my hole but you should know that that corridor on the right will lead you to an area where there are men who need their ass sucked along with a lot of piss play. The lockers are over there, I've got to go, it looks like a very busy night and I'm horny as hell. From six to ten is when it's busiest as the married guys sneak away for service then, have fun."

I quickly stripped to my jockey shorts noting that this seemed to be the uniform of the day and locked up the locker. I wandered over to the wall of glory holes just as a guy was pulling his cock out of his pants. I stuck my head through and he stuffed his cock into my mouth. It was only about five inches but had a big, thick cock head. I began a nice, slow suck, easily able to swallow his cock to the balls. I was at it a while when I sensed him tensing. He grabbed my head and held me rigid as he spurted cum into my mouth. That old, familiar taste, salty, sticky and thick warmed my mouth as I swallowed his cum-load, I was rewarded with a gentle pat on the cheek as he commented, "Good boy, good faggot." I was kinda proud; this was my kind of place.

I went over to the kneeling room, it was set up different. The guys entering on the "cock" side would just sit down in one of the lounge chairs all in a row and pull down their pants spreading their legs. The cocksuckers just knelt and waited in front of a chair. It was very well thought out with a heavily padded floor for the cocksuckers comfort. This really appealed to me as I have always thought that the most submissive place for a cocksucker was on his knees before a superior cock and ready to serve; it is after all a measure of respect. I found out later that there was a lot of competition and on really busy nights, the most talented cocksuckers often had a line of guys waiting for service. I thought to myself that this really was a magical place where a talented cocksucker that was good at cock worship was a valued commodity.

I knelt before a guy in his forties, bald with a little paunch but a very nice thick cock about six inches long. As I leaned into the hole to mouth his cock he grabbed my mouth sticking his fingers in it and pulling me towards him. "Suck it boy, I want a nice blow job with a lot of tongue on my balls. When I cum I want you to slow it down and just let it flow into your mouth. After I'm done you swallow my jism and lick me clean. If you do a good job I'll fill your faggot mouth with nice, warm ball juice." He then pushed his cock into my eager, waiting mouth.

He was a very involved guy using his hands to direct my tongue to his ball sack then lightly slapping my cheek when he wanted my mouth on his cock. There is nothing quite like a man who is experienced with how to wring the maximum pleasure out of his cocksucker. It was a while but finally he told me to look at his eyes. As soon as we made eye contact he started to cum, my second load of the night. Just as he had instructed I swallowed in one gulp and began licking his crotch clean. As I was slurping around another guy came up to him and said, "Hey, Jim, how's the service?" "Not too bad Mike, how did you do?"

Jim's buddy Mike said, "Just Ok Jim, he was a very new cocksucker and needed a little adjustment to keep his concentration on my cock. A few slaps and he forgot everything but my cock filling his mouth. I actually think he was surprised when I filled his mouth with my jism. I confess it was kinda fun breaking him in.

"I finally had my man Jim's crotch as clean as if he stepped out of a shower. Another pat on my head and he left me.

I had to admit that "Jim's" forceful style appealed to me as I decided to explore a little farther down the dark corridor; I was now glad that I had purchased the "works."

The first room was the toilet room and boy was I surprised by how it was set up. There was a full wall with four short comfortable, padded stools arranged in front of holes in the wall just large enough for a man's head to go through. Three of the stools had cocksuckers on them with their heads into the holes. Of course I sat down, stuck my head through the wall and found I was looking at a large mirrored wall opposite me.

Yikes, I found my head was now in a white vinyl urinal fastened on the walls other side; a guy taking a piss would be using my mouth as a living urinal, a pisspot. I could see there were guys at two of the other urinals peeing into their cocksucker's mouth. In the other empty stall the cocksucker had his mouth open and his tongue out as a guy walked in and sauntered over. I watched as the man casually laid his cock on the faggots eager tongue and took a piss.

I sensed someone coming to my urinal; I thought quickly of getting the hell out of there but decided that I was committed and didn't want to disappoint. He fished out a soft, cut cock of about 3 inches, soft then simply laid it on my tongue and pulled back saying "I've never done this before, am I supposed to just start to full out pee or go slowly in short spurts" he asked me.

I looked at him and told him I was also new and would be very relieved if he just spurted a little so I could get used to it. It was really kind of surreal; we were talking like buddies discussing what beer we liked yet we both were very aware that I was soon going to be drinking his piss, surreal indeed.

He put his cockhead onto my tongue and almost instantly let out a short spurt of piss. It wasn't really unpleasant, just a very different taste, kind of a warm, salty mountain-dew laced with just a touch of white vinegar. In any event the shear humiliation of being a man's urinal got me so hot that I was in a kind of trance. He spurted more piss but then became hard and the piss stopped. I suckled on the head of his prick and he very quickly dropped his cumload into my warm, pissy mouth. He had to be even newer at this than I was to actually cum this easily. When I got up there was a long line-up of suck boys waiting for my stool; I wasn't the only one who thought the toilet room was the most erotic scene of all.

In the other corner of the "toilet room" in a large, glass enclosed shower stall there were three guys being showered by their "boys" who were busily cleaning them with thick foaming body wash. The guys just stood there talking while their pink bracelet helpers scrubbed and fondled. It was obvious from the hard cocks that the men and their fag-servants were enjoying this. Just outside of the shower another "boy" toweled off his Man. Everyone sported a huge smile; this man-centric, Guy-Spa style pampering was certainly as popular as it was incredibly hot.

I went back to the "kneeling room" and waited in front of a lounge. In a few minutes there were two guys there, the older dropped his pants, sat down and spread his legs. I started to move in but he held my head and told me what he very specifically wanted.

"This is my son and I want to show him how to use and enjoy a cocksucker. You'll blow me first so he can see how it goes then you'll service him. Actually I think we'll take you into the around the world room for his first suck, Ok boy?" I nodded yes and he pulled me into his hairy crotch.

I licked and sucked as he lightly slapped me directing my efforts to what pleased him. I could hear him telling the boy that some guys were just cocksuckers that you could use like girls to suck you off and lick your ass. He began a face fucking by grabbing my head and telling me to keep my hands behind my back while he pulled my head in and out going deeper each time until he punched through into my throat. He put his hand on my Adam's apple to feel my throat accommodating his prick as it punched through into my gullet. I looked up and could see that his son was mesmerized by it all.

"You see Son, you keep slowly going forward a little at a time until your all in. the cocksucker will gag and choke but that's all right; it's what they were born to do and it feels great on your cock; it's just part of the service."

On that note the Dad came in my mouth just as I was gasping around the cock buried in my gullet. Some of his cum filled my mouth but as I gasped for air a lot of it went up my nose. I coughed and actually was tearing up as I tried to catch my breath but in a very strange way I was pleased with myself. I was happy servicing the guy who was showing his son the ropes.

I heard him explaining, "Look at his face son, this is a win-win thing. Sissy's like him get off on this kind of treatment." As my breath came back to normal I agreed with him by leaning forward and licking his cockhead clean. "See Son, just what I told you."

I followed them into the "ass" room; it was to be a first for both of us. There were quite a few stirrup like lounge chairs with little wells sunk in the front of them so the cocksucker could actually get in and stand up as he licked his man's crotch from asshole to balls. I had to admire the great ingenuity the owners of this place had used in the design. By making it very comfortable they insured that the ass licker could lap a guy's crack for long periods of time, quite ingenious really.

"Strip down Son, I'll show you the ropes. Ah, that's good, you can lay down in the lounge but I prefer to show my cocksucker just what his place is at right at the start. Just turn around and I'll have the faggot take care of you in the classic way to start." The boy turned and as ordered by his Dad I knelt in back of him and gently licked his pale-pink ass globes before I spread his cheeks and began to lick up and down his ass-crack.

It really wasn't an effective way to service a man's ass because no matter how hard you tried you couldn't get your tongue all the way in but it did furnish maximum humiliation. Both of us were quickly hotter than hell, the boy being serviced and me with the erotic shame of it all just washing over me.

When he moved to the lounge chair his legs were spread as wide as possible and my tongue traveled from cock to asshole as my saliva flowed

out of my open mouth. My tongue and nose experienced the musky, sweaty taste of young balls and ass. The young subject of my service soon grabbed my head and forced his cock into my mouth just as his cum erupted from his cockhead. I gulped it down, licked him clean then thanked them both for letting me service them.

I was exhausted but certain to return to the "Fun-Housen" and head to the cocksucker's side for sure. I now knew what I had long suspected; there was nothing in my life that would ever equal the sheer joy that servicing a strong, confident man could bring. This was my role and this place was made for me.

Chapter #2

I think anyone interested in reading this story realizes that I would return many times to the "service station". It was just so incredibly erotic. About 2 or three times a week I would go there, stand in the cocksucker's line and service cock. It was great to pretty much always have a lingering taste of cum in your mouth or at least in your thoughts.

On that fateful day I had just entered when one of the staff approached me at the lockers. "Mr. Smith, the boss wants to see you."

I was horny as hell but went with him through the front door and down another hallway; I did notice that the "cock" line at the entrance was filling up. We went into what looked like a reception room and I just followed him into a very large plush office that looked just like a partner's suite in a major law office. The rug was thick and the same maroon color as the drapes. One wall was completely filled with walnut book cases and there was a black leather couch and chair in front of a huge wooden desk.

The man who I assumed was the "boss" came out from behind the desk and shook my hand while dismissing his employee with a wave of the hand as he sat down on the leather chair opposite me.

He began talking as soon as I had sat down. "My name is Mark and I'm glad to see you Mr. Smith; I had your membership flagged so I could get you here to talk. I can guess that you might be a bit confused about all this but let me assure you it'll all work out to the advantage of both of us. What happened to trigger your being here is that you dropped one of your business cards on your last visit; I see you're a Business Planning and Development expert besides being one of my customers and I'm in need of some Planning and development here."

"I'm a businessman who purchased this place from an estate a couple of years ago. I initially only wanted this big warehouse but was pleasantly surprised at the cash flow of the existing sex club located in it. After going through the "Cock" line a few times myself I realized just what a great business this could be. There's real money in connecting straight guys with cocksuckers. That being said this business only fills a small part of this building and I'm interested in building the business and increasing the revenue, my problem is that I'm straight and ideally this places expansion should be planned thru a faggot's eye. It seems that inadvertently I've blundered into a nice opportunity. The majority of gay clubs like bath-houses attract gay guys almost exclusively. The format here attracts as many straight guys as gays. That really works, the alpha straight guys get there cocks serviced in a setting where they are in control and the gay guys get access to all the alpha cock they want, a win-win all the way and a nice little business," He said.

Even though I was very horny I was fascinated by his matter-of-fact analysis as he continued. "I'm straight and while I very much enjoy a cocksucker mouthing my prick, I just can't get my head around what you guys want and why you want it; what the hell do you guys get out of it. I do understand that the key to this business is to always have a cocksucker available for a straight guys cock, that way no customer is ever disappointed. You're the perfect consultant; you come here to suck cock yourself and have a great business background. What I want to do is grow the business on this site so I can utilize more of the space and generate a greater income. I'm prepared to offer you a 15% piece of the business at the end of a ninety day probation period; for the probation I'll pay you the fee listed on your website, $2000 a week plus expenses. Are you in," he asked?

"Yeah, I'm in, it sounds like it could be fun," I answered a little too quickly.

"Now that were partners let's get right on a first name basis, I'm Mark and I know your name is John, lets shake on it eh."

We shook hands and he lightly squeezed my hand with a big smile. I took this time to access my new partner, about forty, average height, thin brown hair and just a little paunch. There was no doubt he was a businessman but he was certainly friendly.

He was still tightly holding my hand as he talked. "We can really seal our little bargain with a blow job, John. It'll save both of us some time. You were in the cocksucker's line anyway."

I nodded my agreement as Mark dropped his pants and sat down in his big "boss" chair spreading his legs nice and wide. I knew that you shouldn't mix business with pleasure but I had been thinking about cock all day. I slipped onto my knees and shuffled forward to his crotch. My mind wasn't on our business deal as I sucked his cockhead into my mouth running the tip of my tongue into his piss-slit before beginning a slow, intense suck.

His cock was average at a little over five inches with a big cut head; it fit quite nicely into my mouth but without that wonderful, erotic worry of choking on a huge cock; Mark's was simply comfortable. After about five minutes of sucking him off I felt the familiar throbbing of the big cock vein on the side as he tensed up, ready to cum. He sighed and began spurting his warm, sticky cum into my mouth. The salty, sticky issue tasted great, our deal was now sealed for sure, sealed in cum.

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I got right into my new task the next day. I was now familiar with the "service station" and only had to sit quietly stroking my cock as I reviewed my experiences and considered the improvements that might entice more cocksucker business. As always when running ideas in my head I had a pad to jot down the bullet thoughts down, in effect a business plan outline.

---Enhanced water sports and toilet room.

---An upscale blow job fantasy room that would play to the faggot's need for humiliation and the alpha-man's dominant nature.

---Have a cocksucker rating system with a written skill list that the clients could peruse before picking out their cocksucker. This would of course reinforce the fags need for submission.

---A full service man's spa where your personal cocksucker could wash, pamper and service you as a good cockslave should.

---A set of suites where a guy could bring his wife or girlfriend and fuck. A cocksucker would be there to keep the man's cock hard and lick the cum out of her cunt.

---A "cocksucker academy" where the sub guys could hone their skill-set with the properly assertive trainer / coaches. This "cocksucker academy" would of course issue grades.

Now that I had an outline I could think it through and present it to Mark as a series of stand-alone business plans before building cash flow numbers for each of the proposed "small business units."

I handed the rough, typewritten business plan to Mark the next day.

The "Enhanced Water sport and toilet room" PLAN:

This room would build on what we already have with the full-face urinals. Right now the cocksuckers wait in the room with their face in the urinal. I propose that we add toilet boxes where a cocksucker could lie down under a toilet seat to simply rim and lick a man's asshole; it would be a very erotic scene for everyone involved.

Yet another change I would make there would be to let the men pick out their cocksucker for the toilet room. I kinda visualize a little lineup of ass lickers and piss boys where a guy could interview them before they serviced him. Questions like, "are you ready to drink my piss right from the spigot fag" would greatly foster the inherent submission that faggots seek and the alpha-males would feel like Gods.

The superior man would be encouraged to look closely at the cocksuckers tongue length and ask direct questions about how his prospective cocksucker would manage to swill down his piss. It might work to have the cocksucker kneel behind the man and gently spread his cheeks to run his tongue up and down his ass crack. This audition would be a demonstration of his boy's skill before being picked to lie in the rim seat. The beauty of this interview thing is the supreme humiliation that the cocksucker would feel.

The same thing would hold for the piss suckers, an interview where they would have to admit that they wanted to have a man piss in their mouth would have both parties hotter than hell. The cocksucker would revel in the humiliation of admitting what an ass or piss slut he was while the "cock" would feel completely in control of "his" cocksucker and how he wanted to be serviced.

It would be an immediate hit with both groups. Very few things are more exciting and humiliating than having to talk about your fantasies, actually verbalize what perverted thoughts float through your mind on a regular basis. Inner secrets are powerfully erotic.

"I tell you Mark, we'll have customers returning as much for the humiliation as for what used to be their secret sex thoughts being performed."

"An upscale blow job fantasy room:"

"Here's the rough outline of this plan Mark, sorry about the typos but it's only an "idea" outline at this point" it still needs work.

Our blow job room is wildly popular with the alpha-men (the cocks) and of course the cocksuckers. My plan would build on this and offer an enhancement to what we have. If a guy is getting an exemplary blow job he can offer his suck-boy a chit which allows the fag into a special room where he can perform a nice, slow worshipful suckoff in great comfort. Of course the chit will be only available at an additional cost to the man being serviced. To be recognized as really good as a cocksucker in front of your peers would be so much better than just a pat on the head.

Inside of this "special" room there would be nice, comfy chairs with padded areas right in front of them. Of course the cocksucker would already be naked and there would be lockers for the alpha-man's clothes. It would be customary for the cocksucker to perform the ritual undressing of his man. Just picture in your mind when the cocksucker finds himself kneeling before his man and finally gets to take off his man's undershorts and socks. The lights would be dim but the cocksucker would be very aware of his man watching him as he debased himself.

There would be a recording playing on the loudspeakers over and over on a loop; a deep, sexy male voice repeating over and over the same erotic message.

"You're a cocksucker. You live to service the pricks of men needing to be serviced. As you slowly strip your man take a good look at his hairy balls, they will soon be spewing his cum into your mouth. Look at his piss slit and think about running the tip of your tongue through it. This cock will soon be the center of your thoughts. A cocksucker must only think of pleasuring his man's prick. This cock in front of you is your responsibility; you were born to suck cock and submit to superior men. You must lick his balls lovingly until they are as wet as from a shower. In this world there are some guys that are meant to be sucked off and others that are meant to do the sucking. You're the sissy-boy and must submit as a cocksucker. If you gag on his cock remember that your throat spasms are pleasant stimulation on his cockhead; they signify your devotion to his pleasure; it's a measure of respect. When he comes in your mouth look at his eyes and show him how grateful you are as your mouth fills and you swirl your tongue around in your cummy-sticky mouth. Good Cocksucker, good boy." The message then repeated on its loop, over and over in a nice, soft, deeply masculine, commanding voice.

On his knees facing his alpha-male the cocksucker-boy would be slowly lowering his man's tidy whites, very close to the cock and balls that he will soon be servicing, his reason for being. Trust me Mark both guys will be hotter than hell by this time and when the guy sits down his cocksucker will be drooling as he settles onto his knees before his man's crotch.

There will be other guys in the room being sucked off so there will be a permeating smell of sex that will overlay the room as the men talk about how their service is. The sounds and smells of wet, sloppy cocksuckers will fill the room.

I think that the suckers picked to perform blow jobs in this room will be the kind that are fully capable of Cumming themselves just by sucking on a cock; that's the ultimate compliment to a straight man who's being blown.

This will be a very popular room; our cocksucker customer base will try awfully hard to be picked to perform as blow-boys in it. The competition to provide the best blow job would be fierce and our clubs "cocksucker Quality" would improve.

"I agree John; it certainly sounds hot to me; in fact I would enjoy a sample of how this would work, how about it?"

I was very agreeable; all this talk of cock had me horny. True to my written plan I went to the corner and took off my clothes before I began stripping Mark down. As I knew it would, the eroticism of being on my knees with his cock close enough to smell that familiar, wonderful musky male crotch aroma had both of us hard.

He sat down and spread his legs wide; I noticed a little smirk on my business partner's face as I leaned in to blow him. I opened my mouth and saw the fact that he was pleased on his face. He pulled my head in and his cock slid into my mouth, meeting no resistance.

He said "good cocksucker" as he held my head with both hands and began to pump his powerful cock, way too hot for a slow suck; he just wanted to cum. He was pumping into what was now really his, my mouth. I just knelt there as he used my mouth and in about five minutes he pumped his hot, sticky load of jism into my mouth. True to my business plan for the room, I looked Mark in the eye as I swallowed his cum. The self satisfied smirk was back on his face as I swallowed his warm, cummy liquid. We were really partners now; I felt like just another cocksucker owned by a man's cock.

"A set of suites where a guy could bring his wife or girlfriend for an assisted fuck:"

"Well Mark here's how I went about planning for the couple's spa room. I felt that this setup would be very profitable for the service station but I was flummoxed as to how to design it; I am after all a faggot cocksucker with almost no experience with females and I needed some research. It came to me the next day; I had a college friend that was my roommate for a couple of years that could help me. We had kept in touch over the years and actually met a couple of times a year. In college we moved in very different circles, he was a jock and I a nerd but we're great friends."

"That was because I was his stress reliever, his on-call cocksucker. Mike enjoyed nothing better than living with a guy who didn't mind sucking him off a couple times a day. He had a beautiful prick, long, straight and blessed with a huge cockhead. His piss hole looked liked like a cannon barrel. Mike had a wide streak of domination that fit seamlessly with my submissive nature. He simply ordered me to service him in the way he enjoyed it; it was all about him."

"I e-mailed Mike with my dilemma and he quickly agreed to help me out; we arranged for me to stay with him and his wife for a weekend. It was a 350 mile drive but I was looking forward to it. I had been at his wedding and knew his wife, Janine. She was a good looking Irish girl with a reddish complexion and just a bit plump. She wasn't fat at all, just slightly soft and plump; Mike said she just loved to fuck."

"We went into their living room to get reacquainted and started making small talk while drinking a really good dry red wine. Mike was very "up" and happy; he was still smiling when he zipped down his fly and pulled out that big snake I used to service. I was watching him stroke his cock while talking about some inane TV show when he brought me out of my trance."

Mike quickly took control as he talked. "Here John, come on over here and suck my cock again, don't worry, Janine knows all about your cocksucking and thinks it's exciting."

"I looked over at his wife and she just nodded at me with a wry smile.

Mike stood up and dropped his pants before settling back into his big chair. What could I do; I went to my knees and moved over to Mike. He held that big cockhead I was so familiar with up to me and I took it into my mouth."

"It's just like old times huh, John? You know Janine, John used to blow me at least twice a day. I could wake up in the middle of the night with a hardon and just walk over to his bed and stuff it into his mouth while he was still sleeping. He'd nurse on it a little while as he was waking up then let me blow my load in his mouth and go back to sleep with a mouthful of cum. Why don't you get ready for a fucking honey, we'll be right up."

Mike began holding my head and ever so slowly going deeper and deeper.

"Remember what I taught you John, do it now," he told me.

I did remember and slipped quickly back to it. I put my hands behind my back and looked into his eyes. Mike liked his cocksucker to only use his mouth and he really enjoyed watching my face as he forced his cock through my throat opening and I gagged on its thickness. He would then pull my head back letting me get a gasp of breath before plugging my gullet again. I was choking with my eyes watering as I sensed Janine was back. I tried to turn to her and Mike slapped my face.

"Don't worry about anything but my cock John, keep your focus, you're better than that. I think though it's time to show you how a cocksucker can help a couple fuck don't you honey? You're so fucked up by cock John that you can't concentrate anyway; we'll start slow so you can learn about cunt."

Mike continued, "We'll be enjoying your service even as you're doing your hokey research. When we get finished you'll be an expert," Mike said. I was mesmerized by my situation as I stood there with my head bowed, listening to my old roommate describe how I would be serving the two of them.

Janine sat on a high, wide, bed room chair, opened her robe and spread her legs. Mike roughly led me to her and pushed me to my knees.

"OK John get a good look, before were done you'll be more familiar with her crotch than with your own face."

I'm not into cunt but I couldn't help salivating as I gazed at the beautiful, pink, hairless cunt of my friend's wife as she spoke. "Get your nose up there and get used to my scent, it's a perfume that you'll learn to love, eau of crotch eh."

Mike sat on the chair edge and watched me; the fact that I was being watched by the two of them added a very erotic aspect to my humiliation.

Her cunt had a musky odor with just a hint of stale piss smell; it wasn't unpleasant just different than the cock smell I was used to. I shuddered as Mike grabbed one of my ears and led me to those delicious, soft folds with the one word command "lick."

I was soon lost in the act as I lapped up and down her cunt slit using my tongue to service her. I noticed that she had begun to gush cum juice; I lapped it up like it was a fine, French sauce, cunt-cum was different than man-cum but very tasty.

"He looks good down there, how is he doing Janine?" Mike asked her.

"Pretty good, he has a nice, wide, long tongue. With a little coaching he will be as good a cunt-lapper as he is a cocksucker. I want to get fucked now; his tongue has put me in the mood," she replied.

I was roughly pushed away being told to watch as a real man fucked a cunt. Sitting on the floor I watched as Mike approached with his enormous cock sticking out. I was commanded to wet the head so it could slide easily into her. I sucked and licked Mike's cock until he pushed me down on my back; she climbed on top with her cunt over my face, right at my mouth. He mounted her from the rear as I slurped on dripping cunt juice wetting my face.

For the first time in my life, I had a close-up view of cock fucking a cunt. I was so close that I could hear the wet sucking sounds of her cunt and felt the spray of their combined juices on my face with each plunge. Mike started to tease her by slowly pulling his cock from her pussy until just the big head remained inside. Then he'd wait until she started whimpering for more before shoving it back in as hard as he could. Each time she would moan loudly.

His cock was so thick it stretched her puffy pussy lips far apart and when he pulled out, her cunt lips stuck to his shaft and stretched far from her pubic mound. The sight of this was awesome. I was so hot. His cock was rubbing across my lips when he pulled out and her cunt juices washed over my face.

As Mike fucked Janine, she panted and gasped for air and made sounds that I had never heard before. Mike fucked faster until with a growl, he plunged in right to the hilt, almost squeezing his tightened nut sack into her cunt as well. I knew he was spraying his jism inside her pussy now and I realized that I was just seconds away from eating his leftovers. He had already told me I was to be the fresh-fucked-cunt "clean up" boy.

When Mike pulled out his slimy meat, a long string of cum followed it out and splashed on my face. I quickly attached my mouth to her gaping gash and proceeded to suck out the warm clumps of scummy cum. It tasted similar to what I had sucked directly from his cock but somewhat sweeter mixed with girl-cum. It slid like syrup down my throat along with Janine's own sauce. God, it was delicious! Janine then sat up and a rush of sperm flowed out of her pussy and down my throat. He must have shot a huge load deep into her!

After I cleaned everything out of her pussy, she raised her crotch off my face and looked down at me with a smirk on her face. My face was drenched sticky with their juices.

"Did you have fun down there sissy boy?" she said and then giggled. She motioned me to immediately go to work on Mike's semi-stiff rod. His dick was wet with mixed cum and pussy juice, which I slowly licked up. I worked my way down to his balls and gently lapped at each one until his cock started swelling.

I thought to myself, "this is really hot; our sissy customers will love this scene."

So Mark, that's how I researched our couples operation. I see it as a full service place where one of our sissy cocksuckers that still considers himself bisexual, gets to service a couple. For sure they like cum and it's my guess that they'll be thrilled to stick their tongue into a nice, wet cunt full of cum and pay us good money for the privilege.

Business Plan---"A cocksucker rating system with a written skill list that the clients could peruse before picking out a cocksucker:"

I gave Mark my writing on this business idea and waited for him to finish reading it.

This will simply be a record keeping function for us. As a cocksucker reached a certain level, let's say 5 positive comment cards from men, then the cocksucker would be certified for that skill-set. If a particularly talented boy was certified for deep throat and ass licking by 5 men; he would then have a laminated placard hung around his neck with a pink ribbon listing his skill in those tasks. In this way we would be encouraging their learning curve and fostering competition. For the men it would be a great turn-on to pick and choose a cocksucker with the ability to please him.

It could easily be structured like an ancient slave market where Masters inspected the slaves for sale. An interview of the faggot where they had to put words together to describe what they were trained at would force the cocksucker to humiliate himself and it would be great fun for the alpha-male.

We might incorporate a system that allowed demerits if the cocksucker failed to live up to the promise. The mere thought of being graded would spur our cocksucker customers to excel, a win-win for everyone and great business for us.

I devise "A cocksucker service training program:" for Mark.

"Well Mark, I've written this outline of what I think is the most promising business idea for our place yet. Here's how it will work." I said.

"You see Mark we could institute a school right here; it would be a kind of cocksucker training program. I visualize a training class we could run during our slower, off-peak times where a student could learn how to please his man the right way. The respect that a superior male deserves requires more than just cock worship. We would have a few separate courses on toilet duty, body worship, deep throat, ass and ball licking, all for significant cash of course." Mark was nodding his head; with the mention of money I had his interest at least.

"Our business plan would be to identify and recruit men who frequented our service station to get sucked off. If they showed the proper attitudinal arrogance we hire them on as trainers. We would get paid by the Cocksucker students and certainly wouldn't have to pay the teachers much; guys love teaching cocksuckers how to serve them. What a boon to our business cash flow this could be when it was up and running." I said noting that I had Mark's attention.

"Mark, I've actually written a short scenario on Deep throat training to explain my thoughts on this training academy to you; I've set it in the first person viewpoint of the blow-boy trainee to help you understand it better, here goes."

My Deep-Throat training scenario presentation:

Remember as you read this Mark that it's written from the cocksucker's viewpoint.

"Well here I am, I had finally worked up the courage to sign up for the "Deep Throat training for Cocksuckers school at the Service Station." I kinda surprised myself by going through with this. It now was the first and foremost thought in my head; it wasn't easy admitting that I was a natural born cocksucker but I now knew it as the truth. It was simple after I admitted it to myself; I sucked men's cock and actually wanted to get better at it."

"What I hadn't expected was how humiliating they made the sign up process. I had to enter the "The service station" and strip naked just like anytime I came here to service cock. Then I was sent to an office where a fully clothed staffer questioned me as he filled out a questionnaire."

"I see you want to be able to swallow cock right down your throat letting a man fuck your mouth like he would a cunt, is that correct" the staffer asked me.

"Yes", I croaked.

"I hope you realize that as part of this training a man's 7 or 8 inch cock will be stuffed into your gullet and the training leading up to that will make you gag and cry like a bitch. Is that what you want", he asked with an even wider smirk.

"Yes, that's what I want." I answered.

"Before we go any farther let me look at your mouth and tongue, come over here."

I went to him and opened my mouth which he began exploring with his fingers; when he had me stick out my tongue he just ran his fingers over it. There's nothing like being handled, while totally naked, by a smirking, laughing young staffer.

I was taken to a dimly lit small room with another fully clothed guy in it. As I soon learned his name was Todd and he was assigned as my trainer. I stood there, butt-naked waiting for an instruction, Todd just stared at me. I was becoming very uncomfortable when he finally motioned me to a place on the floor in front of him and began talking to me.

"Mark, at this point I wrote a short scenario that our trainer could use as a starting point to acclimate the cocksucker trainee. Putting it in a story context will help you understand the concept. You told me that you couldn't understand what motivates a cocksucker so I devised this little storyline for you." I told Mark before reading my prepared script.

Todd said, "All I need to know about you became apparent when you signed up for this class; you get off on servicing a real man's prick and want to improve your skill at it. I get that, being the best at what you do is important."

"In training I've found that consistency is a much more reliable way to master my cocksucker than to go overboard with force; simply training him to be addicted to throating my cock gains the right attitude and generally promotes a much more desirable form of eagerness in the cocksucker than the kind you see in "uppity cocksuckers" who role play and haven't admitted to themselves what they are."

"When I encounter a boy like that I always know and feel sad for him that he's never been properly trained in cock worship, nor had his desires ever been properly nourished. He has never had the chance to enjoy the comfort of knowing he has a cock he can suck whenever he's in need. It can bring inner peace from knowing he won't starve for cum because he's aware of where his next load will come from."

"The couple of these boys that I've attempted to train are usually so desperate that they don't actually believe you when you tell them that all they have to do is settle down and just follow some very simple, very basic instructions and they will have more cock and cum than they've ever consistently had before."

"A boy that can take an alpha male's cock right into his cunt-throat is a valuable commodity. The few I've taught to fully service their man's cock usually end up being very, very happy. They were desperate to suck a grown man's cock all the time, right to the root, day in and day out; they just didn't realize that it's a normal and natural feeling for some sissy type men. They shouldn't be ashamed of it but instead learn to trust that the man they suck is aware of their needs, aware of their shame, and will help them through that growing process."

Todd was speaking to me in a very soothing yet assertive, low voice; having my thoughts explained kinda made me a little more relaxed and content.

Here was an alpha male type guy that seemed to understand my need to submit to other men. Todd, the trainer continued.

"Sucking a man right thru your throat opening on a regular basis keeps the man's balls and dick and all the stuff that make them work limber; that includes the muscles and cum factories inside him. It's best that his balls stay strong and fresh and constantly spurting new, fresh cream."

"This is actually a part of nature's way. A Woman can't keep a man's balls as empty as he wants them to be, no matter how hard she ties. Nature has found a way to keep men healthy and spurting new, fresh well-made sperm whether women assist him with emptying his balls or not; Cocksuckers are happy to do this job."

"It's a shame that being a male cocksucker is something to be hidden in our society. Most men who are walking around every day, be they at work, in the restroom, on the street, anywhere they are away from their regular sex partner still need to have their balls emptied. Hell, if a man could simply pull another man who is a cocksucker over to the side on the sidewalk or someplace, point at the ground and watch the faggot kneel before his crotch. That would be a neat way to let him know that he needs his balls emptied of cum, it would sure make things a lot easier for all concerned."

"By the same token how many cocksuckers do you know who are so completely aware that behind every man's zipper, inside every man's pant's, separated by just a flimsy piece of cotton underwear or jock strap, is a swinging dick that he would probably really like being sucked. If he could only let the cocksucker just walk up to him and fondle his crotch area allowing the cocksucker to expose his cock so that the man is soon standing there with his cock hanging out of his fly. Everyone would be happy with the cocksucker bending over to suck the man's cum out of his balls keeping him healthy as well as to help keep the cocksucker's natural cravings for submission under control."

I was completely mesmerized as Todd continued; he seemed to know me so well.

"Anyway, this is how I begin to train my cocksuckers, to teach them their place in the world; I require the place between my legs to be their primary concern, allow them to form a dependency on my cum that they already want to do anyway, once that dependency is established I let them serve me in a way that not only offers trust but in fact teaches and reinforces it. For me nothing is better than thrusting directly into a boy's throat and that requires trust. The boy will gag and cry but if he trusts me he'll stay at it because he knows I'll let him get a breath before he chokes. That's trust."

"I like to let my trainee in on what's ahead for him. To me this is always a great beginning to the training of a cocksucker. My personal motto is "that the guy who my cocksucker gives a blow job to next should be getting a better blowjob than I'm getting now. This is the point where I begin my next step in their training."

"Now," Todd said calmly, "time for you to do what you've been dreaming about doing since we met." He smiled at me with his dark eyes. His belt buckle had been undone but the rest of his trouser fastenings remained.

"Go on fag, Unleash the snake." Todd chuckled at his own joke.

I rose up on my knees, still trying to convince myself that he would be nice with me, it would all be over soon and be easy. I slowly pulled down his fly. His cock inside was still trapped under his boxers.

I eased his trousers down to just below his thighs then past his boxer shorts. His large cock prevented me from getting them down very far. It was already stiffening. Todd grabbed at the elasticized waist and moved it down revealing his half hard beauty. He snatched the base of his cock with one fist and waggled it vigorously at me.

"Now suck!" He spoke softly with authority. My mouth moved slowly towards the large, purple head. I was wary about opening my mouth fully in case he would think me too eager; he shoved it in and out of my mouth without a word. My protruding tongue met with the head. I recoiled back slightly at the first taste of it. Then I began moving in again for another lick. Just as I was to touch, Todd whipped the cock away to the side then slapped it across my cheek. "Slap" across the other cheek. He laughed heartily.

"Open your mouth." He said more gently. I felt the warm tip of his cock against my lips.

"Open your mouth." He repeated. Very slowly I began to open wide.

"Good, good." He praised. I felt the cock lying still and heavy on my tongue. He withdrew it then repeated the order to open wide. He did it several times, just inserting the tip each time.

"Good boy, getting used to my cock" he said with approval.

"Now get your lips round it." I did as he said.

"Just slide up and down along it" he instructed.

It was like a step by step guide to cocksucking. I did as he ordered, very pleased he was taking it easy on me. My own cock began to stiffen as the taste of him filled my mouth.

"Good, good boy." He praised again.

I felt a guiding hand on the back of my head. He dictated the rhythm of my sucks. I just kept sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, eyes closed, letting his strong hands guide me.

"Good, good." More praise from Todd. "You're a good little cock sucker sissy slut aren't you?"

He released his hand from my head. I kept on sucking his cock with the same rhythm. A few more strokes went by each just a little bit deeper than the one before.

"Now that's good for a start." Todd said. "But we are going to have to get a little more serious if you're to be my blow boy." He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back to look at him. Our eyes met, he starred at me intently. I felt the soft textured tip of his cock trace across my lips and around my jaw as he gazed down at me. He gently rubbed my cheek then slowly slapped it; the slaps weren't hard but did reinforce my role here as his cocksucker. He let go of me and I enveloped his thick cock with my lips once more, bobbing up and down on it.

"Ok." He said. I felt his fingers tracing across my chin and cheek. "Let's take it up a notch."

The anticipation of what he was going to do filled my body. I could feel my heart pounding forcefully inside me. A bizarre mix of horniness, dreaded anticipation and downright fear filled me. I kind of knew that this was the "easy bit" but didn't want to think about what was to come.

"Go on faggot cocksucker. Get it all in your mouth." He told me.

My own cock straightened in hardness as his words hit home. Something about his forceful attitude awoke the part of me that wanted to gorge myself on his stiff shaft, but the fear and apprehension remained. I leaned in to take his cock into my mouth. Then I felt both his hands clasping the hair on my head, pulling me down towards his crotch, gently at first but then with more force.

I shut my eyes tight and reached up with my own hands pressing against Todd's hips in an attempt to stop the forward movement. He thrust his groin forwards, his cock slid further into my mouth. Too far; I gagged in a terrible panic, coughing and spluttering. I was pushing full force against him trying to back away. He gripped tighter holding my face down on it. I struggled. Todd held on. Then, after a second he let go and I fell backwards.

Suddenly he was getting assertive again. "Ok," said Todd, completely calm, "you almost had it up to here." He said while pointing about half way along his shaft. I coughed then swallowed trying to get rid of the strange tickling feeling in my throat.

"Get back here and have another go at it, it's what you want, what you were born to do." Todd showed no mercy, I had to please him.

My sexual desire disappeared. I felt anger, aggression and confusion rise up in me at his complete lack of compassion.

"Come on!" He barked uncompromisingly. Once again I felt my only play was to make him cum quickly and then get out of there. Todd though had years of experience and it wouldn't be that easy for a novice like me to do. I got up on to my knees and surged with my open mouth towards his cock. I took the small length that I was comfortable with in my mouth and sucked; sucking harder and faster than I'd done before.

"Ha, ha." Todd chuckled. "You're supposed to be taking the whole length boy."

His hands grabbed me again and brought my face down on him once more, his penis bludgeoning into the back of my throat. I coughed and spluttered again, instinctively trying my hardest to push him away. The panic spread through me again as Todd prevented my release. I felt my saliva oozing out of my mouth, flowing down my chin like a river, wetting his crotch. I opened my eyes for a split second and could see I was still a few inches away from his groin.

Todd let go of me and I recoiled backwards. I felt like bursting into tears but knew it wouldn't bother Todd in the slightest; he would just carry on feeding his huge cock into my mouth cunt. I resolved to keep control of my emotions reminding myself that I wanted this more than anything in the world.

Todd shuffled forwards and slapped his cock against my bottom lip. "Come on! Again!" He said hurriedly. I began sucking again in the gentle novice way that I was comfortable with.

"No, no, no!" He barked. "You've got to take it all, you're sucking it like a little girl" Once again his hands grabbed at my hair.

"No!" I screeched. "Let me do it!" Trying to at least gain a little bit of control.

"Go on then. Take it all." He said sternly. I engulfed his cock with my mouth once more and slowly began sliding my lips towards his crotch. I reached the point of gagging and shot back again.

"Go on, do it." Todd insisted. My mouth slipped along his cock once more. I grabbed at his buttocks and pulled myself in toward him. His cock hit the back of my throat again. I gripped tight, ramming myself down on his cock as the sound of muffled choking and spluttered filled the room.

"Good!" Said Todd, seemingly delighted to see me almost choke on his cock. I shot back after a few seconds unable to take any more. "Do it again." He insisted.

I knew I'd have to do it or he'd just manhandle me again. I buried my face down on his cock once more. He pushed my head down again as the gooey saliva flowed from my mouth. I stayed there desperately trying to control my gagging and choking. He yanked my head off his cock, and pulled it back to look up at him.

"Go on, one more time. Go for the record." I spat down on his cock, trying to make it easier to swallow. Then I began sliding down it again; quickly this time. I sucked down on it, as far as I could go, as far as I felt was physically possible. "Hold it." Todd ordered. I stayed there, desperate to back away. "Hold it."

I could take no more and fell back collapsing on the floor. I sat there slumped in a heap, coughing and spluttering, feeling the saliva dripping down from my chin onto my body.

"Ok." barked Todd. "You're nowhere near throating this cock and you're doing it wrong." He jumped up onto the bed and knelt there. Impatiently he pulled me up alongside him. "Do you want to throat this cock?" He asked.

I shook my head no, no longer interested.

"Tough shit boy all good blow boys can do it. Time to learn how to throat a cock, Go back." He instructed. "You've got to be stretching forward with your chin in line with your neck, otherwise your throat isn't straight. Now suck."

A rough hand grabbed my hair as I tentatively leant forwards. My gapping mouth fell on Todd's member. "Now." Said Todd. "When you hit the limit, keep on like you're swallowing something and it'll slide right in."

Two hands pulled me down onto him. The cock hit the back of my throat. Desperately I tried to swallow like he said. I was swallowing over and over again. His hands released me and I instantly shot backwards. A trail of the thickest, gooiest, saliva suspended from my mouth to the shaft of Todd's cock.

"Get on it again! Quickly" Ordered Todd, as his hands were already pulling me into position. As his dick tunneled into my mouth I remembered to keep my tongue under his cock and to swallow hard. I could see the base of his shaft edging closer. Somehow I was swallowing his cock, deeper and deeper into my throat. I tried to swallow again as the tip of my nose brushed against his dark pubic hair. His hands released me again and I shot back. A glass full of thick gooey saliva poured from my mouth. I panted desperate for breath.

"Again!" Todd shouted. I grabbed onto his wrists to try to fend him off.

"No, please. Don't pull me." I pleaded. "Then do it boy. Nose to my pubes. Do it now!"

I leaned forward and took his prick into my mouth once more. I didn't want to do it but he was so forceful. It was better that I have some control. I pushed my face down onto him and as I started to gag I made sure to make the swallowing motion over and over. Todd let out a deep groan. Slowly my face edged down towards him, his hard cock entering down inside my throat.

I took his length as far as possible, my nose just being tickled by the ends of his dark hair. I held the position for a second before recoiling back. Todd's dick was now slick with saliva. He got off the chair and motioned me over to a cot. "Lie down here." He ordered. "On your back, Head here." He pointed.

As I coughed and swallowed to remove the feeling from my throat Todd wrenched me into position. I was lying naked on the bed with my head hung over the edge, looking upside down across the room. I watched him from my inverted view; he approached my head, placed his hands on my face. He knelt down on one knee. I could see his cock right in front of my face; it looked huge and angry.

"Now time to get serious." He said. "Open wide fag." I did as he said. Brutally he plunged his cock into my mouth, inching it down my throat. My whole body spasmed as I twisted and turned furiously to get; he just held me down, pinning me by holding my arms down.

I tried jumped off the cot, coughing, choking and feeling like I was going to be sick. Todd scooped me up with one arm and threw me back on the cot. He wrestled with my arms pulling me back in to position for this depraved deep-throat exercise. I fought back but was easily overpowered. Tears welled up and began streaming from my eyes as I realized there was no getting away; I had signed up for this and couldn't back out.

"Open your mouth." He ordered. My face screwed up with anguish and tears. When would it stop? "Please, I can't do it. Please." I pleaded.

"Open your mouth boy, you can do it!" He barked angrily. He held down my body with his powerful arms, leaning over me using his full body weight. His cock nuzzled against the tightly closed lips of my upside down head.

"Open your mouth!" He screamed. Tentatively I began to relax my jaw. Todd leaned forward, slowly feeding me his cock. It slipped deep down inside my throat. His hands held me tight. I knew that struggling was futile so submitted to this sexual torture. Desperately I tried to remember to swallow. Saliva poured down from my mouth, into my nose, down to my hair. Todd's balls nestled against my face covering my eyes. Slowly he pulled out. I gasped and coughed. I had done it; his cock had plugged my gullet.

"One more time," Todd said with a slight tenderness. I felt his dense cock just lying limp onto my lips.

Silently I opened wide allowing him to continue using me for his pleasure. His slick cock slid slowly down into the depths of my throat. He held it for a moment then bucked his hips a few times. Suddenly he let out a loud groan. He pulled out, his cock slick with bubbling saliva. I saw the trail of cum oozing from my mouth to the tip of his cock. Just as I began to taste his sperm, he pumped his cock with his fist and a second load shot out onto my face. I lay on the bed, feeling it slide down my cheek.

I lay naked on the bed, my face and hair wet with a mix of saliva and semen. I croaked and swallowed, trying to get rid of the feeling in my throat. For the first time since it had begun, I had time to breathe without an erect cock being shoved into my mouth. At that moment, I just felt glad of the respite. His cock was again at my lips, I moved forward and took it all until his balls were again on my eyes. I could do this I thought, take a man right to the hilt. I had dreamed about it in my fantasies; being taken by a Fat-cocked masculine, uncaring man. Having him brutally use me as his dick toy for his own selfish pleasure. Strangely, it really didn't seem to matter much to either of us whether I was enjoying it or not.

"See boy, you can do it. You'll soon be able to take a horse cock without choking. Every time you're faced with a big long cock now you'll know you can take it. Men love the feeling of a cocksucker's throat muscles contracting around his cockhead as he punches through. Those throat spasms feel great; you'll make a lot of guys very happy."

"You know that you were put on this earth simply to please a man's cock, now you can do it the right way."

I was happy, not everyone could take a cock right to the balls. I felt content.

"That Mark is how it'll work; I bet we'll soon have to expand this school operation, money will pour in and our customers will be very happy."

Mark was happy with my initial passes towards a greatly enhanced business that would please our dual customer base and our bottom line. It would take time and effort to meld these ideas into concrete, concise operations. We had developed the template of a completely new business that was audacious in its scope. I felt good about my work; I had merged the fag world with the needy straight guys. All is now well with the World.

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