I Learn to Submit

I Learn to Submit

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An eager Trainee:

I scurried out to the Master's bedroom; it was time to wake him. I knelt down next to the bed and gently peeled back his covers. Master liked to have his balls licked to wake him. I always licked the ball sweat in his crotch nice and clean before I began sucking his cock. The underside of my Master's balls are very sensitive and I licked them gingerly loving the musky, nasty taste. My tongue lifted them up as I licked and felt those big, beautiful balls rubbing on my nose. I then began a nice, slow suck using my lips to massage his big cock. Master was awake now and pushing himself off the bed; he pulled my face down deep onto his cock just once then pulled me off and stumbled into the bath. This gave me the time to ruminate on how I had been contracted out to service this man.

Remembering back to my training:

I remembered back to how it all started. I was just another of those lost young men who hadn't yet come fully to term with his sexuality. I was on my own and work was hard to get. I had recently stumbled into a video-store that had a glory hole in one of the booths. I was both elated and scared but as I looked through the hole, I saw a guy slowly jacking his cock in the next booth. My first thought was to get the hell out of there but the stronger urge to service that big, dripping cock took over as I knelt down and put my mouth against the hole in the plywood. I sucked him off like his cock was the tastiest thing ever to hit my mouth; I had to admit that it felt just wonderful. The cummy taste in my mouth was a reminder of what I had just done as I headed out.

When I left the video store the guy was waiting for me. He introduced himself as Mike and actually invited me for a sandwich at a diner down the street. To this day I don't quite know why I accepted although I was hungry. I related that I was new in town and needed to find work soon before my money ran out. Over a second cup of coffee he outlined what he called an opportunit6y for me.

Mike was sympathetic as he said, "It must be hard to be alone and out of work; I can see that you were very hungry. I can help you if you've got an open mind. I recruit for an organization that could use some new employees and I think you might fit the bill. You just sucked my cock and did it with an eagerness that I find admirable. The question is simple; do you want a nice paying job that I think fits your personality or not. Our organization is like a co-op with people who are both clients and owners."

I had to chuckle to myself with the shear absurdity of this calm job offer from a man who had just filled my mouth with his cum. "I'm very interested, tell me more I replied."

He slyly smiled as he said, "I thought you would be interested. Our group provides personal servants to well off individuals that enjoy being pampered. These boys perform a very personal service; it's much like a barber or pedicurist. We typically assign a Girl or Guy to an outcall for a two week to two month contract period. The client can be either a single women or man or a couple. The service providers we recruit are people like you who are naturally docile and eager to please. Our clients are well-off, demanding and used to being serviced by eager submissives. I think that's you; I think you're one of those guys who really is happiest when he's pleasing someone. Quite a few of our clients want a male servant simply because the humiliation factor is higher and that's fun. The only question left is whether you want to get paid for it?"

I didn't take more than a minute to answer, "Yes Sir, I'm very interested in how this all works; I certainly could use the money."

With just a slight chuckle he continued, "If I've read you right the money won't be the main reason you'll fit right into our organization. That brings up a major question for you to ponder; you've sucked my cock so we know you're a cocksucker but how do you feel about being a personal slave? It's very likely that you'll be contracted out to a man who wants the full service that slave holders in antiquity enjoyed. The question is are you just an average gay guy or are you a real submissive who gets off on letting himself go and just sinks into his role of personal slave. Think about it; are you a person who just wants to service a man regardless of what the task is? It's an important question. There's no question that you'll spend a lot of time serving in the bathroom and licking ass."

I had to think about it; what was the real reason I sought out guys to suck off? Was I interested in cock or interested in the humiliation of servicing a guy's cock? In the end I had to admit that what I enjoyed was the humiliation of it all and that it would actually be more intense if I thought of myself as owned by a guy. Kinda being consigned and having to service him would certainly provide the intense feelings of submission that I needed. As I said "Yes Sir, that's what I want." After I actually spoke and admitted this to myself I felt just a little freer.

Mike smiled his I know what you are smirk and said, "You've taken a big step here son; it's not easy to come to terms with who and what you are. I've got the perfect guy for you; he knows exactly how he wants to be served and isn't afraid to demand it of his servants. Even more important, in the past he's enjoyed breaking in a new sub. You've got a lot to learn and this first contract will get you on the right road. The contract is for three months as a houseboy. You'll be paid $12,000 at the end. Like all of our organization's dealings they promise you no permanent harm. Actually our group enjoys the use of girls and boys who want to serve; few of our customers want to have to continually force their servants. A docile, natural submissive is much more fun to lead into the degradation they need. Just sign here."

Of course, I signed with a surprisingly shaky hand; this was a very big step. I was all in now and I guess in my heart of heart I felt relieved to be free of the search for myself. I was provided with a train ticket and an address; I was quite literally on my way and continually considered just what I was on my way to.

The trip ended a full day of travel at a very large, stone wall around a huge house. I didn't have any time after I knocked to think about much before I was on his way through the door and into a dimly lit, plush office study. A tall man motioned me to my knees with a flourish of hands. The man was on a phone and talking about a vacation; he just ignored me for a few minutes. He was well over six feet with a little paunch, reddish hair and about 45 years old.

As I looked around, I could see that the large study was full of dark walnut panels and carpets that seemed as thick as a baby's crib mattress, plush indeed. The man hung up and said. "Well, well, you're a little early; let's take a look at my new boy. Your kind of a scrawny little guy, aren't you? That's just the way I like them, skinny, submissive and docile."

The man who I assumed was to be my new Master had me get off my knees and stand up. He was smiling broadly as he spoke, "My name is Kyle but you're to call me Sir."

He was wearing a tan, silk bath robe and had a cocktail in his hand. I was astonished when he fixed me one too. We sat down facing each other in wide leather chairs and talked about things like the weather and my trip to his house. As we made small talk his robe gradually parted and his large genital package became quite visible, I couldn't stop looking and he made no attempt to shield them from my eyes. He was very well hung, as the saying goes and his circumcised cock wasn't totally soft yet it wasn't fully erect either. It had to be almost 6" long and it was of sizable girth also. There's something quite erotic about a long, half-hard penis! His balls were full, low hanging and pink with that reddish complexion common to Scotch, English heritage. I tried to avoid looking at the display of his magnificent equipment, but it was difficult to not sneak an occasional glance at his big prong; I had to admit I was a bit jealous; I only had a quite slender 4" prick and much smaller balls.

My thoughts were interrupted; Sir had resumed talking. "I realize that when you're just starting out it takes an act of courage to admit just what you are. You indicated in your application profile that you were really quite inexperienced and had just started sucking cock; you needn't worry, I'll teach you. This training will be rigorous and will probably confuse you at times. I want you to know that contrary to what you might expect from a Master, you can bring any questions you might have to me and I will do my best to help you understand. There's a stigma that comes with being a cocksucker but you'll come to understand that cocksucker's fill a valuable place in male hierarchy. I want you to keep in mind that every male falls into one of two groups; he is either straight or homosexual. If he's homosexual he's either dominant or submissive. Every one of the dominant bunch has one thing on his mind. A dominant male is always thinking about having a warm, wet mouth to stuff his cock in.

The submissive male on the other hand lives to be dominated and humiliated. He's ready to hand control over his life to a real man or Master. He rightly feels his place is on his knees before a man's crotch. A true sub-boy fights a constant urge to service a man's cock with his mouth. Boys like you want to please the cock's owner by showing him how low he will go to bring pleasure to the cock. Cock will always rule the cocksucker's life whether he knows or acknowledges it or not."

Sir continued, "You should know that our little organization was started by some wealthy people that wanted to relax and be serviced in any way they want much like it was in ancient Rome for the elite ruling classes. It took us a while to find out that eager, happy submissives made much better cocksuckers. I'm using the word cocksucker but you understand that you'll be servicing much more of me than my cock; from your application I know you're good with this but we have to just be sure. I'm sure you noticed that our slave boys have to be volunteers, no kidnapping or coercion for us. The men serving in our organization think only of pleasing the man they're servicing and are excited by the shear humiliation of it all. A boy like you, well to use biker-bar vernacular, you'll become their bitch."

"I'm telling you this so we can work towards your acceptance of who and what you are. If you're really a cocksucker there's nothing you can do to stop that urge from controlling your entire life. Fighting it will only cause you misery and discontent. You'll never be satisfied with your life not matter how successful or rich you are unless you acknowledge that you were born to serve better men."

"We'll put you right, smack into the "service industry" he said with a wide smile."

Was he right? Was my place between a man's legs, kneeling to suck on his cock? I had to admit that these explicit thoughts he was telling me had me very excited. I didn't want to get up and leave, I wanted to go ahead with this. Maybe I was the submissive, cocksucker he was describing. The thoughts of cock and balls to serve certainly made me excited.

Sir continued, "You're starting on a difficult journey boy; I'll help you through it but you've got to just let yourself go and trust me. If you trust me and accept your position you'll find yourself in the happiest place you've ever been. During your training you'll not be abused and I think you'll find me quite friendly yet demanding. As long as you realize your place is sucking cock you'll find that learning the skills of a personal slave is enjoyable; you will want to please. Acceptance of your role in life will free you to serve alpha males with the skill and eagerness that they deserve."

I thought to myself that he might be right; I was very hot and already thinking of myself as a slave boy.

"It's time to take your clothes off now boy, strip down while I'm talking. You'll soon be performing the acts you've been fantasying about. I'll lead you through them; all you have to do is obey me. It's been our experience that boys like you make much better personal slaves after they've accepted their place in life and therefore only think of cock in their mouth or an ass crack they have to lick; your owners crotch becomes the center of your existence. Let's see what you look like now."

Until you've done it, you can't fathom that it's so very embarrassing to strip naked while a man you've just met watches you. My stiff little cock gave me away; I was very excited, there was no hiding it.

Sir got up and slowly circled me. He had me clasp my hands behind my head and open my mouth as he pushed his fingers into it. Without thinking I ran my tongue over his fingers feeling more like a slave boy than ever. He cupped my balls and laughed at my little cock calling it more of a cockette. I was told to bend over and spread my ass cheeks; it couldn't be more humiliating, I guessed that this was the actually the idea as he commented on my little ass-bud and how it would need stretching. Finally, I was directed to kneel in front of him as he sat down.

With a smiley-smirk Sir said, "You have to understand that I'm used to being pampered and expect the best; I'll be patient with you but you will service me the way I desire, whenever I desire. You've said you want to learn to be a personal slave. You'll find that it's actually very personal and if you're able to let yourself go and free your mind you'll find that you fit in perfectly.

Sir continued, did you know that the ruling class in the 14th century had what they called "cock-tenders)? I think you'll fit into that role. There's no romance with me here; I tell you what to do and you obey me. Right now, I want you licking my balls as we talk; I bet your also wondering just how my big cock will feel in your throat, will you be able to accommodate it? You're in a situation now that is just what you were born for and you'll get lots of the cocks you've dreamed of to scratch that need. It's all very simple if you think about it; there are people born to be served and others born to serve. You know what you are and what'll make you happy. Why don't you take just my cockhead in your mouth and just suckle it now?"

Naked now, I fell to my knees and let my lips circle His cockhead. It was very thick and stretched my mouth as it entered through my lips. It felt good.

As I suckled, Sir said, "Many of my friends enjoy having a boy like you visit their home or business to service them and of course you'll find the mystery and anticipation of a blind date with another alpha male owner exciting. I keep referring to myself and friends as owners and it's true; the members of our organization own you just as if they had purchased you at a slave market. You'll be a possession like furniture or a prized pet."

His big, purplish cockhead stretched my mouth out but it did feel good as I swished my tongue around it. Sir grabbed the side of my head and pulled me off his cock as he said, "you'll get more cock in a minute, right now I want you to get used to my crotch, its feel and smell. Get in close and sniff my balls, use your nose to lift them and look at the skin under them. Just get used to your owner's essence and think about your new role as my cocksucker. It's what you've always wanted to be."

It felt strange to slowly sniff and gaze upon his cock and balls; usually I just plunged right in and sucked on a man's cock. Sir's crotch had that musty, sweet, sour locker room odor, very manly; the smell of a guy, I liked it.

Sir said, "there's nothing that quite smells like man-crotch to a boy like you, take a big whiff, smells good to you eh?"

The scent was actually intoxicating to me as I snaked my nose farther into his crotch and up under his balls. I answered him with an enthusiastic yes Sir.

"Sir was getting a bit inpatient as he spoke, "I know you've sucked a man's cock before and I'm sure you think you're good at it but in my house we like to train boys in the fine art of cock-worship. There's a ritual involved that once you learn it will bring your skill level to that of art. You know our little organization isn't interested in beating our suckboys into submission; it's much better to train a docile boy to willingly serve his betters; an eager cocksucker sucks so much better. We'll start pretty much at the beginning. It's time for me to show you just where you fit into the big picture. It'll be a little uncomfortable for you but at the end of the day you'll be a master cocksucker. I'll fasten your hands behind your back only because that'll make it more difficult for you to perform but it reinforces just where you fit in the household hierarchy and always concentrates a slave boy on his most important role."

Sir, My new Master fully opened his robe showing his entire crotch and that magnificent hard cock as he said, "This is your real Master, serving the cocks of alpha males was what you were born for if you're a true submissive slave. I think it's what you've been seeking your entire life. Go ahead lick the head, let's see your tongue boy."

I stuck out my tongue and gently ran it across that soft, purplish cock Head. As Sir continued, "Consider this as another little test boy, you'll find it quite a bit more difficult to blow me without using your hands, let's see how well you do."

I leaned in and felt that now familiar feeling as the rubbery cockhead entered my mouth; with my wrists cuffed behind me and my mouth full of man-cock, I felt every bit the cocksucker.

"For now, just nurse on the cockhead, without your hands you're helpless in front of your owner; this should free you to serve his needs without any question, you have no choice, get used to it."

He was right I felt free and also much more like a slave completely under my Master's control. The freedom to service him without choice or thought did seem to free me.

Master was saying, "Think about it as you suck my cock, once you're on your knees you are owed no real consideration or respect from the man using you for his pleasure. The fact is He's a real man and you're but a slave cocksucker, an object of pleasure, a thing, like a piece of furniture. A lot of cocksuckers wish that they were not what they are and many try to deny the reality of it but a true submissive will revel in his humiliation. Slave Cocksuckers might look like men, after all, they have a dick between their legs like men, and they act like men sometimes, except when it comes to sex. But a cocksucker's dick is only for pissing. He needs another man's cock to obtain the pleasure normal males get from their own cocks. So, you surrender yourself to your owner in order to be fulfilled. You kneel and submit to your superior offering yourself for his pleasure. If he takes you up on your offer, you get the supreme honor of sucking his cock and finally feeling sexually whole while he uses you."

He was right, on my knees sucking gently on his cock reinforced my role here, I was just an object like a chair or sink, to be used and forgotten.

Sir continued, "Slave cocksuckers exist only to use their mouth cunt to give men pleasure. You drew the short straw in life, you're a cocksucker, not quite fully a man and you belong on your knees servicing your owner. It's indeed your lot. Obviously, you've reached the point where you know what you are--a submissive cocksucker. You're really just a way for a real man to enjoy his prick; A means to an end, indeed, you're just a cunt with a tongue."

"At our club the ladies will use you as a bidet lapping a man's cum out of their cunt until it's nice and clean. If you're very lucky the lady might piss in your mouth. In any event you'll feel your best when your mouth is full of cum or piss and your owner smiles and gives you a pat on the head."

It's difficult to describe the thoughts that his very frank assessment of my position triggered. I was angry, humiliated, excited and accepting, all at the same time. In any event I continued sucking on his cock head, like a baby on a binky; this must be what I was put on the earth to do, it felt so very right.

"It's time now for you to get a real-time feel for just what your new role will be. Suck me off now, make me cum, show me what you can do."

I began a slow and steady sucking on his thick cock. It stretched my lips as wide as they had ever been. He was right it was much more difficult sucking a cock without using your hands. I was trying hard to please but must have fallen short as Master grabbed my head and forced his prick into my throat opening. I gagged and sputtered as he held my face tight into his balls. My eyes were watering as he slowly pulled my head up on his cock until only his cockhead rested on my lips. I was gasping and coughing but kept that big head in my mouth as he lightly patted my cheeks.

"That's Ok boy, not too bad for your first time. You've been sucking cock like a little girl; it's past the time for you to learn how men want their cocksucker to perform. Suck me off again and I suggest that as I begin forcing your throat, you take a deep swallow; it'll ease the entry into your throat."

Once again, he used his hands to stroke my head, like you would a puppy, up and down I went on his cock going a little farther each time. He was now actually, using my mouth to jerk himself off. He told me to take a breath and then plunged into my throat. I gagged but it was a bit better as he pulled out again. My mouth was spewing saliva like a gusher; I kinda sensed he was close as his cock swelled even larger. His cockhead rested on my tongue as he spurted out warm, creamy, Salty cum.

"Don't swallow boy, just let it fill your mouth then squish it around. It'll help you get used to the taste of man-cum. You'll soon feel out of sorts if you don't have an after taste of cum in your mouth."

I liked the taste and as I looked at his face and that sly smirk of his I felt every bit the slave he wanted me to be.

"Ok boy swallow my cock juice down now." I gulped it down and licked my lips clean. I didn't have to be told, remembering what he had told me, and began licking his sticky, softening prick off. As I looked up at him, Sir gave me that little smirk of his as he said; "that wasn't too bad for your first session but we've got to work on your throat-service; you've got to be able to throat a cock of any size, it's what we want and there'll be no half measures allowed. We'll teach you to take a cock right down into your gullet, hell; you'll be able to swallow a horse-cock when we're done training you."

Sir gave me a little booklet to study saying that, "you need to study this and fully understand that you must willfully submit to your owners whatever they want for they know what's best for you. This will help you ease into the role you were born for."

Training the Submissive 2: The Service Manifesto

You've been given this booklet because we think you'll be an adequate body slave when you're full trained. In order to clearly embrace your role as a service provider you must first understand who you are and what you are. It's important to clearly think it through. An experienced cocksucker should discuss the manifesto with his feeder-owner to form an ongoing agreement for sexual services.

Your feeder-owner might want to add services not mentioned or add detail to specific actions. A cocksucker cannot be shy and will usually be pleasantly surprised to find that his man will be flattered by his candor. The manifesto is a pleasant "talking point" that a cocksucker can use to outline the services he's proficient at. It's also true that talking frankly explicitly about servicing a man is very exciting to both the alpha-male and his submissive.

An example of the thought process you will adopt, repeat this mantra, "As a cocksucker I realize my place is between the legs of my feeder. I am a cocksucker and I realize my sexual fulfillment depends on the level of pleasure I give to my feeder along with his generosity in allowing me to gain nourishment from his manhood."

I must always keep the real facts of life in mind. "In life there are superior men and followers. It's the natural order that some superior men want to be worshipped while many followers want to be worshippers. Men automatically sort out into a hierarchy of superior men and their followers.

This happens formally in the military all over the world, it happens in small tribes, in happens with gangs, it happens anytime men get together without women. Looser hierarchies occur when females are involved with the men, but men still naturally sort out from superior to inferior, top to bottom, he who is the god, and he who worships the god. Men always gravitate to Dominant and submissive roles in their relationships because there is something so deeply and profoundly satisfying for a superior Man to be worshiped and serviced by submissive males. It's equally satisfying perhaps even more satisfying, for submissive males to have the opportunity to serve and worship a superior Man, who'll guide, control, and even own them in a form of consensual slavery mutually without guilt"

"As a cocksucker, I realize my only real sexual organs are my mouth, ass, tongue, and throat. I know that my only need is to pleasure my feeder from my perch at my true place, kneeling between his legs. I was born to be a cocksucker and can only be content when humiliating myself by worshipping the cock of my feeder-owner."

I have no needs other than his needs. As a cocksucker, I solemnly vow, without hesitation or regret to work hard to train my willing mouth. I Know I belong on my knees in awe at the opportunity to service the manhood of the alpha-male feeder. I have to be very ready to accept my feeder's thick semen. It's my nourishment, my job to be his cum receptacle in any manner that he requires."

"I always give my feeder my best for this is what he deserves for allowing me to nourish myself on the head of his prick. I promise to maintain such focus on his cock and his pleasure that it becomes the center of my universe.

I'll learn when he needs me to suck, swallow, gag, stroke, and choke without his having to tell me. If he only wants me to suckle on his cockhead then that's what I'll do. I know my place in the world and love and embrace being a cocksucker as this is the only way I can perform to my feeder's true satisfaction."

"I accept that my feeder is allowed to say whatever he wants or call me whatever name he thinks appropriate while I am pleasuring him. I'll show my addiction and need for his cock and cum by begging for it if need be, for a Cocksucker has no standing, no pride."

"He's welcome to make my mouth a willing and anxious hole for his warm, nourishing semen as I will swallow my Feeder's cum with pride. I must learn every nuance of his cock and what pleasures him the most then meekly surrender to deep throating, surrender to face-fucking, surrender to multiple cocks or offering to be used as his urinal."

"If he wants me to lick his ass-crack I know that I must kneel and bury my face between his manly twin globes with my tongue out; after all it is my place. If he wants to use my mouth as his urinal, I know I must kneel and lay my tongue out, look into his eyes and await his warm, yellow offering."

I'll never stop until my owner is finished with me and truly satisfied. I must be ready to service an alpha male superior at any time, or any place.

As a cocksucker, I realize that my sexual identity, my sense of self is tied to the cock of a superior man."

"I know that in life I will only achieve fulfillment through the Graciousness and charity of my feeder and hereby vow with all sincerity to service my feeder to the best of my ability and strive to improve my technique through constant training and practice."

"The consequences in breaking this contract will result in my spiritual, sexual, and physical starvation; I will be denied the pleasure of servicing my owner's cock. I was put on this earth to serve and only performing as a happy cocksucker fulfills me."

Previous:

"Don't swallow boy, just let it fill your mouth then squish it around. It'll help you get used to the taste of a man's cum. You'll soon feel out of sorts if you don't have a constant after taste of cum in your mouth. Did you like it?"

"I liked the taste Sir" I said and as I looked at his face and that sly smirk I felt every bit the slave he wanted me to be.

"Ok boy swallow my cock juice down." I gulped it down and licked my lips clean. I didn't have to be told, remembering what he had told me, and began licking his softening prick clean.

As I think back on my training, I realize how incredibly lucky I was to have been accepted into Sir's service. He gently and firmly taught me my place. His explanations of how to service him, were spot-on. He took it slow with me and was always free with an explanation of "the correct way" to service your owner.

A new Day, another new skill, I obtain an audience.

Sir called me into the big bathroom; as I now knew how I should behave I entered and fell to my knees on the cold tile, just as I had been taught. The room was huge and full of unusual bath furniture. He was sitting on this odd-looking chair reading. After a short time, he acknowledged me and began talking in his soft, deep, authoritative voice; "we're going to advance your training today and I think I'll begin with a nice, slow rim job. In case you haven't already realized what that is, that's when a cocksucker like you uses his tongue to pleasure his owner; he licks his owner's ass crack, it's one of the most relaxing sensations available when you have a boy slobbering up and down your ass crack with his hot, wet tongue. The chair I'm sitting on is called a rim-chair and it allows me to relax in comfort with my ass crack spread open just like I'm sitting on a toilet. While I read and shed the stress of the day, you'll be underneath licking my asshole. There really isn't a nicer way to spend an hour or so. But first, since you're a newbie and I promised you I'd lead your training I'll give you a good look so you can contemplate just how your tongue will feel as you taste my ass crack."

With that, Sir just got up and turned around, bending over and telling me to spread his ass-cheeks and take a good long look at the deep crack my tongue would soon be swabbing out. As I gently parted his cheeks, I looked into the crevice and could see the crinkled, little hole deep down. There was a strong, musky, man smell that I didn't really find unpleasant. I could hear him saying, "ok son, when I sit down, I want you to use that fat, wet tongue up and down my ass crack, especially around my asshole. Don't get any ideas though; The only thing that ever goes into my asshole is a suckboy's wet tongue. Get to it now son."

I had plenty of room to slide under Sir's ass because he was about four inches higher than my face; I wondered how this would work when I sensed that he was lowering down onto me. The chair adjusted; Sir was very smart; he had thought of everything.

I moved into position under Sir's butt and it smelled warm and good with Heavy, musty, male body odors. I very tentatively started to lick up and down the entire ass crack then centered my tongue onto the hole and cleaned it good all around the outside. I concentrated on the rosebud and cleaned it nicely. It tasted like Sir's body smelled, clean, strong, and male. I had never experienced so many new experiences before. My mind was spinning as the humiliation washed over me; my tongue was an ass wipe; how had this happened, why was I excited?

I heard Sir urging me on, "That feels great boy, now get that tongue in that hole and clean it out good. You're now a slave-boy and ass-licking is always required. There's room for you to spread my butt with your hands and my asshole with your thumbs to get that tongue up there as far as you can."

I did as I was ordered, spread his ass cheeks and sank my tongue into his asshole as deep as I could get it. Sir began to moan and move his butt to fuck my tongue with his ass. I got some of the best flavors I have ever tasted that day. I cleaned every bit of his hole and loved it.

I did wonder what was happening to me. A few days before I wouldn't have considered doing anything like that to anyone and here I was cleaning out this man's asshole; I was acting as eager as the first pig to the feeding trough. I did have to admit to myself that I was content as I sucked on his hole with pleasure.

On another day:

I was kneeling on the cold tile floor of my owner's bathroom. Sir had told me that there was nothing more erotic for a boy like me than a bathroom and he was right; I shivered with shame and anticipation as my knees hit the tile. It was exciting being in my owner's most private place, the room where he showered, defecated and pissed. My role here had been explained in great detail over the last few days. "It won't be very long now and you'll have your first taste of piss; it's a service that your owners enjoy and you'll find that it'll help you understand just what your status is. Every time you look at my cock think about that big piss-slit and how it'll soon spew my warm, pungent piss into your mouth; think about it and get ready. When my cock is in your mouth and you run the tip of your tongue through my piss slit think about that slit widening as my piss spews out."

Once he had described this new task I had to master, it played out in my head just as he had told me it would. At first it seemed a dirty and degrading proposition but as I thought it through, I came to accept it as inevitable. It was what Sir wanted and by extension what I had to accept.

Just as he had described it the thought of urinal training floated through my head every time his cock was in my mouth. It was finally time; my thoughts had centered around this new task for days now and the humiliation of just thinking of this actually gave me a hardon. In the end when it was time I actually was looking forward to it.

It was Time:

My owner was laughing as he took hold of my head and pushed his big cock head into my mouth. "Just let that cockhead lay across your tongue then close your lips to form a nice tight seal. I know you're new to this so I'll piss slowly until you get used to it. Just swallow till I'm done, I know what you can handle, trust me. I'll give you a couple of minutes now so, you can think about what you're about to do" he told me.

I knew what was coming but wanted to make my Master proud and anyway in my present state of arousal his words didn't raise the sense of revulsion I should otherwise have felt. In fact, I was now anxious to experience this man's piss flooding my mouth; it was the next step and I wanted so much to please him. The thought process that Sir had fostered had put my head halfway between eager and resigned and the weighty cock on my tongue only added punctuation to my inevitable humiliation; I suddenly felt the first few drops.

"That's it son, keep your lips nice and tight on my cockhead for your first taste. Here comes another little spurt for you, keep it in your mouth, swish it around, don't swallow yet."

His little spurt filled my mouth with warm, salty piss. I didn't swallow, holding it in my cheeks. "Ok Son, now that you've a mouthful I want you to look me in the eyes and squish the piss around with your tongue; I want you to get used to the taste of my piss; it's what I want."

I looked up at his face; he had that smirking, taunting look in his eyes; I was now his urinal, nothing more than a piss-boy. I felt the humiliation of it all washing over me like a monster wave. It felt wonderful and terrible all at the same time. I absolutely knew I belonged here and that kinda scared me.

Sir quickened his pace with longer streams of piss. He would tap my head when he wanted me to swallow (Flush?). It certainly bought home my place; I was now a fixture in the bathroom to be used when needed? It didn't matter, it was what he wanted. As he finished, Sir had me stir my mouthful of piss with my tongue, stirring it with an open mouth, showing it to him proudly. It was what he wanted.

Another day, another learning opportunity:

I was suckling on Sir's cock as he read, he liked to stay right on the edge of Cumming and I had learned to read the signs. He put his book down and said, "You're now my bitch son, you like to serve me and I like the ultimate relaxation of having a cocksucker make love to my cock; it's all good. You've no choice because your nature makes you a cocksucker without a say in anything that happens to please me. During our long sessions your there strictly to suck my cock and lick my balls, to serve, service, please, pleasure and amuse me with your pussy-mouth. You've learned that you get absolutely nothing in return except for a big load of warm, sticky cum in your mouth. You were created to serve and eat my big wad of jism."

My lips were stretched wide over his cock as I began moving my head back and forth, up and down over his magnificent cock, each time pushing more and more of his hot cock-meat into my eager mouth.

Sir was saying, "Open your eyes and look at me as you suck my cock, I want to see those nice, thick cocksucker lips wrapped around my cock." I was now sucking as hard as I could; I was hot for him to make me his cum-dump. I heard a door open in the background and abruptly started to pull off of Sir's cock. I was rewarded with a very forceful slap across my face.

He said, "No, no, boy, keep your attention on my cock; that's where your thoughts and Efforts belong, keep sucking. Hi, Jason, I'm glad you came over; it'll give me a chance to show off my new cocksucker. It's his first time in front of someone and an audience will be good for him. It's always kind of a stretch for these boys to service their man with an audience present. The first time is tough for them; they've already surrendered to their urge to submit and now a spectator is added. It's like their shy about letting others know they are cocksuckers."

I looked up at Sir as I continued to service his cock, I had well over five inches of thick cock in my mouth and I was running my tongue over the head of his cock each time I sucked it in. I could feel it bump against the back of my mouth and I gagged as it pushed against my throat opening. I pulled off of his cock and then pushed back in again. I was careful not to take it too deep. I ran my tongue over it and bathed it with my saliva making it easier for the big cock to slide easier between my lips.

I began to pull it out and then back in, my tongue running over it as my lips sucked hard on his cock. I could hear Sir making small talk with this Jason person in the background. It was quite surreal; I was worshipping his cock while he talked about the weather and baseball. I began to really enjoy the hot cock in my mouth. I could feel it throbbing around in my mouth and having an audience actually made me even more aware of my role as a cocksucker; I didn't think it was possible to be more humiliated, I was happy.

Sir cupped my head in his hands and pulled me off his prick as he said, "Put Your hands down to your sides and don't move them. I want to fuck your face, show Jason what fun a guy can have training a cocksucker. Relax and breathe through your nose and it'll be much easier for you. I'll enjoy it either way. You're going to have to learn to swallow all eight inches of my cock and now's as good a time as any. I don't care if you choke and gag, you'll just have to get used to taking it deep into your throat. I already told you that there will be no half-measures here."

I was very apprehensive as he used his hands and gripped my head very tightly. I knew He was watching as I hesitantly dropped my hands to my side with my fists clenched in anxious anticipation. I really felt the helplessness of submission now; I was naked on my knees before my owner, waiting for his cock to plunge thru my lips. While all the time a stranger looked on at my submission. Sir rubbed his cockhead over my lips and I just naturally opened my mouth to welcome it as Sir and Jason watched.

I felt my owner's large hands gripping my head ever tighter and I knew that I was now powerless to stop him from fucking my mouth; I wasn't even sure I didn't Want the mouth fuck. I remember thinking that this would surely be a gentle act, not a brutal fucking. Sir had been so patient and understanding in my training so far. I felt my head being pulled forward as his thick cock entered my mouth deeper than ever before.

"AAAHHH," I gagged as the cock pushed against the back of my throat.

"AAAHHH," I cried out again, as Sir pulled it out and then plunged it back in again, forcing me to gag. Tears began falling from my eyes as the cock gagged me each time it pushed deep into my mouth.

I heard Sir saying, "Breathe through your nose boy, try to relax your throat. You're going to take my cock down your throat whether you like it or not. I've got no use for someone who doesn't devote his all to my pleasure; this is for my pleasure only. Your gagging grabs my cock and milks it so I don't care how you feel, I like it. Just do it."

Sir pushed his cock further into my mouth again, over 5 inches was now buried in my mouth, two inches still to go. I'm sure he felt me gagging again, this time he didn't pull back; he just let it soak there forcing my throat to open wide to take the giant throbbing cock, forcing me to accommodate his cock-spear like my mouth was a cunt.

I couldn't help it and began to violently choke as the thick cock pushed through into my skinny throat opening. "AAAHHH, GGGGRRRRR, UUUUGGGHHH," I gagged and choked as my throat opening was forced by the brutal thrusts of his cock. Tears were running down my cheeks and gushers of saliva and precum ran out of the corners of my mouth. I had managed to keep my eyes glued to Sir as he forced his cock into my spasming gullet. "AAGGGHH," I cried out around the thick cock pushed into the back of my mouth, slowly entering my throat again. I knew that my gag reflex was milking his cock head as it spasmed around it. This time he didn't pull out but instead increased the pressure, pushing ever deeper into my throat. My mouth opened wide as I choked and gagged on cock with tears running down my cheeks.

He was holding my head tightly as he forced my throat to accept this brutal fucking. "That's a good boy, just open your throat for me, take my cock in deeper" he said.

He pulled his cock from my throat and must have heard me gasp as I sucked in fresh air.

"Tongue it," he ordered and his cock twitched in anticipation.

"It's time again son, open wide like before and take a deep breath, relax your throat." His hands gently ran over my face before tightly gripping my head once again.

I willed my body to brace for more throat fucking. I sucked in as much breath as I could and felt that now familiar big cock push into my mouth. He continued to feed his cock into my mouth, slowly at first, slowly pushing in until he reached the back of my mouth again. I couldn't help it, I gagged as it hit my tonsils and his cock began to slowly slide down my throat. The saliva on his cock helped it to slide in deeper as I choked again on cock. I sensed my throat opening up for his brutal cock. I felt the giant cock expand my throat opening as it ever so slowly widened.

I heard him speaking to Jason, "don't you love those cocksucking noises? It's like beautiful music. He's getting used to it a little now and his throat contractions really feel good on my prick."

Over six inches of hard cock was now resting in my throat and I felt him Continue pushing cock into my throat. I gagged again, the large cock choking me as it slowly forced itself again and again into my gullet. I felt his hands caressing my neck, feeing his cock invading my throat.

"Aggghhh," I gasped as the cock in my mouth finally pushed fully into my throat; all eight inches of hard, erect cock had now disappeared into my mouth-cunt. I choked as my mouth was pushed into his pubes with his ball sack on my chin.

"Good boy, you now have all of my cock buried in your cocksucking mouth. I can feel your throat muscle massaging my cock. You'll be a great cocksucker for me from now on. I know I'll enjoy your hot lips wrapped around my cock as I deep-dick your throat. Now suck my cock; I want you to make me cum."

Damm, I was proud of myself; I had done it, Sir was happy. The cock invader felt a little bit more natural now. I now knew that I could concentrate and accommodate it; I was servicing him as he wanted now. He was patting my head happy in my submission to his will.

He pulled his cock from my throat and let me gasp and suck in air. His cock pulled out until only my sore lips were wrapped around the head of his cock. I snaked my tongue out and tongue lashed his piss slit, coaxing some pre-cum from his cock.

I felt his hands on my head loosen up as he pulled his cock out of my mouth with a Little popping sound and I finally sucked in a breath of fresh air. I heard him again compliment me on being a "good cocksucker". I felt ashamed and at the same time, proud. I had managed to swallow all of his cock down my gullet and hadn't died. It had hurt and the gagging and choking still brought tears to my eyes but I had done it and I was pleased with myself.

I still wanted to please him so I massaged his cock with a wide tongue motion and sucked his cockhead like a juicy lollypop. I'd never felt more submissive as I moved my head up and down, sucking his cock and licking the side of his cock with my tongue, bathing it in her saliva, mixed with his pre-cum.

I had forgotten there was another person in the room when he said, Look at him suck your cock, so eager and docile," Jason exclaimed as he watched my head moving up and down Sir's cock sliding in and out between my tightly clenched lips.

I'm sure I turned red in embarrassment knowing that Jason was watching me suck my owner off. I realized now that as soon as Sir filled my mouth with cum Jason's cock would replace his in my mouth. I wasn't quite sure how I felt about that but knew that I had no choice. I continued my sucking duty thinking only of his cum filling my mouth. I heard Sir groaning and knew he would soon be Cumming. I felt his hands move back to the side of my head, gripping me ever tighter just as he pulled my mouth down and pushed it into my throat. "GGGGHHHHRRR, AAAGGGHH," I choked and sputtered as the hard cock filled my throat, forcing all eight inches of hard cock into my gullet until my lips were crushed against his stomach.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth and I want you to hold it until I tell you to swallow. Now be a good boy and make me cum."

My tongue moved rapidly over his cock. I could taste some of his precum already and knew that in only minutes my mouth would be filled with his hot, salty cum. I moved my head up and down, sucking his cock, kinda using my lips to jerk him off, pulling his hot cum from his balls. I heard him groan and felt the big cock twitch and jerk in my mouth. I heard him groan again, and felt a wad of thick cum shoot out into my mouth. It bathed my tongue with warm, salty cum as I sucked gently on the head of his cock, coaxing another load of hot cum to spurt into my mouth. My instinct was to swallow but I had my orders. It was what he wanted.

Sir tilted my head up so I could see into his eyes; he had that "I know exactly who and what you are" wide smirk on his face as he told me, "Very good son, use your tongue to squish it around in your mouth, get used to my essence. Now open your mouth and show me and Jason your mouthful of cum, your reward. That looks nice, Ok boy, swallow it down now."

I swallowed hard enough to allow the hot cum into my stomach, coating my sore, abused throat. He had totally filled my oral cavity with sperm and it was like swallowing hot, creamy oatmeal. It took three swallows to get all the sperm load down. I began re-sucking his cock and running my cummy tongue around his cock; it now seemed as natural as breathing.

"You see Jason, look at how eager he is; once you've ejaculated into a boy's mouth he becomes ever more compliant. Look at those lips so tightly wrapped around my cock, he's stretched wide open."

Sir tilted my face up as he told me, "I'm proud of you son, you learn well, you'll make a great cocksucker for us. Now do Jason, suck my friends' cock and make him cum. It's what I want."

What could I do? The taste of cum was strong in my mouth and yet another cock needed to be pleasured, another man to relieve. I thought to myself, "and so it goes" as I shuffled over to service Jason.

Later:

It was after supper and Sir was relaxing with his friend Jason. I might have been simply another piece of furniture as they ignored me until they needed more beer. They had porn DVDs on the wide screen and were as naked as I was. Sir motioned me to that very special place on the floor between his legs. I assumed he wanted his cock sucked again until he corrected me.

"No son, I've got to piss and I want to use your mouth, just open your mouth and stick your tongue out, just like I taught you. You've got to see this Jason; I've really got him trained now, just watch."

Even now after all my training I felt embarrassed kneeling there ready to perform In front of my owner's friend. Sir wanted to piss in my mouth and it was my place to be his urinal but it was still embarrassing. My owner stood up and laid his cock on my tongue; I knew enough not to suck it. I was trained to just wait and think about the gift to come.

Suddenly, a rush of hot, acrid fluid sprayed into the back of my throat suddenly causing a slight gag reflex. I managed to control the reflex and swallow it down. I looked up and saw Sir smiling as he let out a second spurt. The second one took several quick swallows to get down and then I worked into a rhythm of big swallows as he emptied his bladder into my waiting mouth. He must have had a full bladder because he kept the flow going for what seemed like minutes but was probably only 30 to 45 seconds. As I continued my rhythmic swallowing, he began rubbing my head in an affectionate way as with a pet while talking to his friend Jason.

"Making them drink your hot piss is the ultimate in surrender you know. Right now this boy is in humiliation-heaven having fully surrendered to me in this most degrading way. He's feeling the full depth of what it means to be submissive to another man and drinking my piss is the way he can tell me he wants to service me in any way I desire."

When the flow stopped, he kept up a slow but steady fucking motion in my mouth till his cock was cleansed of all residual piss and my saliva had washed it clean. "Your boy did good, he's a born cocksucker." Jason said.

At the end of Chapter #3:

"Making them drink your hot piss is the ultimate in surrender you know. Right now this boy is in humiliation-heaven having surrendered to me in this most humiliating way. He's feeling the full depth of what it means to be submissive to another man and drinking my piss is the way he can tell me he wants to service me in any way I desire."

When the flow stopped he kept up a slow but steady fucking motion in my mouth till his cock was cleansed of all residual piss and my saliva had washed it clean.

"Your boy did good, he's a born cocksucker." Jason said.

In This Chapter:

I learn the who along with the what of my transformation; what I've become as my owner loans me out to one of his friends. It puts me in some very erotic and humiliating scenarios as I strive to become the best cocksucker I can be; it's what he wants.

Cast: Kyle / Sir, owner-----Chrissy / me, Kyle's slutboy-------Bob, Kyle's college friend------Webb, Bob's young, college bound young son

My owner was gently using my mouth as I knelt between his legs suckling on his cock like a baby on a teat, keeping him right on the edge of wanting to fuck my mouth. He was reading and my mouth had been stretched around his cock now for over an hour. "You know boy I think I'm going to let a few of my buddies sample your skills. You're good enough now to make them envy me and it will be great fun to show you off. I've an e-mail from an old college roommate who's looking for a boy that he can use to instruct his son. It's a weekend away for you but I can always get another faggot to keep my cock happy for a while. Get dressed and I'll send you on your way."

As I dressed, I thought how odd, I had been completely naked for a few weeks now and being clothed felt very strange. I didn't really understand where this was going with his, "instruct his son" thing. I did know that I was without a choice and that in the end I'd be ok with it for Sir always knew best.

I used my GPS to find the house; it was a moderately expensive home in one of those subdivisions that feature landscaped acreage and lots of trees; it was quite a pleasant area. I couldn't have been more nervous as I rang the doorbell. An older man in swim trunks answered; "you must be the boy Kyle told me about, come on in, I'm Bob."

I followed him through the house into a very pleasant little room just off a patio with an in-ground pool; there was a swimmer doing laps in the water. It was surreal; the guy (Bob) fetched me a glass of lemonade and we talked about our lucky streak of great weather.

Bob was the perfect host as we talked, "I'm not sure just how much Kyle told you about your role here so I'll just dive right in. I borrowed you to show my son how to use a cocksucker before he goes to college, how about you stripping naked now, like a good suckboy."

He told me to get naked as calmly as he might have commented on how good the tomatoes were growing this season. This matter of fact calmness only reinforced my submissive bent, it was incredibly hot.

I was stripped naked when the swimmer came over using a towel to dry off. I noted to myself that while they both were redheads that's where the similarities ended. Bob was only about 5'10" tall and sported a pretty pudgy belly while his son had a swimmer's body and was well over 6 feet tall. I was directed to sit on the tile floor as they talked.

"I think you'll like this Webb; a lot of times in school you just can't afford the time it takes to romance a girl but you're still horny; having a cocksucker on hand to drain your balls is the perfect solution. You don't have to buy them dinner or flowers and they'll pretty much do anything you want just to get your cum load. It's a perfect solution. When I was in college with Kyle we shared a cocksucker boy between us our last two years; a good time was had by all," he said with a laugh.

Bob continued, "if we were in ancient times, I'd take you to the slave market and let you pick out your own suckboy. In those times the son of one of the elites was just followed around by his cocksucker who was trained to perform whatever service that would please his Master. We can't completely own a slave now but that's Ok when you realize that men have been using cocksuckers throughout history. There are always guys who strive for the humiliation of servicing an alpha-males cock. Today I'll teach you how to train and use a cocksucker. Watch this, Get up here cocksucker."

I was excited just listening to him talking to his kid and scampered closer to Bob as he had ordered. He smiled at me and smacked me across the face, it hurt but I didn't move as he said, "See, you can pretty much do whatever you want. This is one of the few times when you can be as arrogant as you want without a thought about ramifications." Bob very lightly smacked my cheek again then put a couple of his fingers into my mouth. Of course, I sucked on them. He stood up and had me remove his trunks and as I lowered them his fat cock snapped out. When he stepped out of his trunks his cock was right in my face.

"Webb why don't you get out of those wet swim trunks and I'll show you the right way to train your cocksucker; you've got to take control right away. He'll blow me first so you can see how it goes then it'll be your turn. Suck my cock now boy."

He smirked as I took his cockhead into my mouth, somehow the familiar, feel of a rubbery cockhead felt even better than usual; I think it was the erotic sense of being so closely watched by his son as I was controlled.

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 fuck like girls and teach them to suck you off and lick your ass. He began face fucking me by grabbing my head 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, 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, just part of the service. Just look in his eyes as he services me, you'll see gratitude, fear and then ultimately, total submission to his superior. Kyle did well with this boys training, I've got all 8 inches in his throat and he just accepts it as his job, his duty."

He was now pulling out a couple of inches then thrusting it right back into my throat; he was using my tight throat to jerk himself off. Then the Dad tensed up and came in my mouth. It happened just as I was gasping around his cock, buried deep 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 this 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 treatment." As my breath came back to normal I acted to agree with him by leaning forward and licking his cockhead clean using the flat of my tongue. "Do you see Son, just what I told you? He likes this treatment and that allows you to have him service you by doing anything that makes your cock twitch. Remember that a cocksucker's mouth is deeper than any cunt and when you punch through into his gullet his throat muscles will milk your cum out; a cocksucker's mouth is really a cunt with a tongue; there's nothing quite like a trained mouth."

He continued pounding in and out of my mouth as he talked to his son. I felt like a prop used to prove his points when he suddenly pulled my mouth off his cock and positioned it onto his balls. Of course, I stuck my tongue out and licked like I had an ice cream cone at my lips.

"I think it's time you took just a little sample of just how nice it is to have your own, personal cocksucker pleasuring you. Look at how eagerly he's tonguing my balls; it's really interesting how dedicated a true cocksucker is to servicing a guy. He's going to be mouthing your cock in a minute but first you need to know a few facts that are important. When you've got your own cocksucker it's good to know a few rules. A lot of guys abuse sissy boys; that's just stupid. A cocksucker is a valuable commodity and a smart guy will make him comfortable in the role he's accepted as his."

"I always set them down and make small talk before I get sucked off. This really works; we both know that he's there to suck on my cock and swallow my load and talking like he was a normal guy; it just kinda forces the suck-boy to acknowledge how much he wants my cock; it throws them off balance. I know it sounds weird but that's how it seems to work. You should also make sure he's comfortable; ask if he wants a pillow to kneel on before he starts to blow you. A cocksucker that's comfortable serves the best; you need to show concern for their wellbeing just as you would a pet dog. Then Bob used both hands to pull my face from his balls and just motioned me to Webb as he said, "Get over there and suck my son's cock. Show him how much you like your mouth full of cock."

I actually scampered over to the son quickly falling onto my knees in between his legs. His young cock was thick, hard and impressive with a big, purplish head split by a piss slit that seemed as wide as the mouth of a cannon. The boy looked at me with a wry smile as he held his cock out to my eager lips. I engulfed the cock head and started a slow up and down technique as I heard the Father in the background.

"Remember what I told you Webb, make sure he looks you in the eye as he sucks you off and make sure he keeps his hands behind his back. The rule is a cocksucker performs best when he concentrates on the cock in his mouth and not his own little thing. When a suck-boy is really trained he will only cum when he's sucking a real man off; that's the way it should be and when they make eye contact as they blow you their acknowledging the submission to you that they need."

He was right, I felt really the slave-boy when I looked into Webb's green eyes with a mouthful of cock and my hands behind my back. It was so demeaning it made me shudder. This must have been what it was like when an ancient Roman purchased a boy at the slave market for the amusement of a son.

Webb said, "wow Dad, this is awesome; his mouth is so tight and warm. Can I make him take more?"

Bob quickly answered, "Oh sure Webb, work it into his throat, just do it slowly so he gets used to its feel filling his cavity; do it slow while you look into his eyes. I always find that very enjoyable when I control my cocksucker. Actually Son, once you get a cocksucker in the zone you can pretty much do what you want, piss in his mouth, make him tongue your ass, It's all good."

I was giving Webb the best suck I could as I concentrated on tightening my lips and pressing my tongue firmly against his cock on every up stroke. I sensed the kid tightening up when without any other warning his cum spurted into my mouth. As I had been taught, I just tightened my lips around the base of his cockhead and swallowed the thick, salty man-juice. On the second spurt my own cock gushed and I came on Webb's feet; I had cum just from sucking a cock!

He finished with a satisfied sigh and just as his Dad had told him; he gently stroked my head as you might a puppy that had just fetched your slippers. I thought to myself that I wasn't that puppy; I was a cocksucker who had fetched a huge cum-load.

Bob was laughing as he said, "I remember when it took so little sucking to make me cum; you don't have to worry Son, the next couple of times you cum today will be slower and even more satisfying. Tell your cocksucker how you want him to clean you up now before we go on."

Webb put his hands on my cheeks and looked at me with those wide, green eyes as he said, "use your tongue cocksucker, lick my sticky cock and balls clean but first lick your cum off of my feet, get to it now boy."

I was quite a bit older than Webb but I had to admit I was now his "boy" after swallowing his cum load and actually looking forward to licking his crotch clean. The almost dry cum on his feet was cold now and while not unpleasant; it did taste different than the other loads I had swallowed.

"Look at him lapping at your cock, cleaning off the traces of cum that are left. Do you see just how nice it is to have a cocksucker at your beck and call, ready to service you? When you're in college you'll find it's really pretty easy to find yourself a suck-boy; all you have to do is be aware of who's looking at you in the shower or men's room. You'll have to lead them on a little but it's a bunch easier than with a broad."

"There's no reason to buy dinner, flowers or jewelry just show your cock and tell the boy what you want him to perform. No romance, no drama just ball draining on your terms. It'll allow you a lot more time to study. The only thing you have to keep in mind is that these cocksucker's want to be dominated and you don't want to ever accept half-measures. If your boy chokes and gags on your cock just enjoy the sensation of his throat spasming around your dick. If he doesn't want to let you piss in his mouth just tell that he gets no more of your cock until he agrees. Tell him to think it over; if he's the skilled cocksucker you want he'll come around pretty quickly after thinking it through and usually then the cocksucker will try to become the perfect piss drinker for you. Remember, no half measure, only full service. By the way, do you have to piss? I usually have to after a cum."

"Yeah Dad, I do." Webb said as I finished licking him clean.

"Ok Son, usually a boy like this can take your piss-load right down without spilling a drop but since you'll have to train your own boy at University let's all go into the bathroom and I'll show you how to get a cocksucker acclimated to being your urinal."

Of course, I knew what was going to happen; I was toilet trained after all but it was exciting to think that this was Bob's Son's first time and his Dad was going to show him how to train his own piss-boy by demonstrating on me. My little cock was hard just thinking about it as I followed them into their bathroom.

"Hey Webb, look at his little hardon, that's why you keep em naked; there's no secrets then about what they think about servicing you. They get off on submitting to straight guys."

The three of us were soon inside the bathroom, all of us were naked but I knew that the similarity ended there.

"Here's the thing Webb, once you find a cocksucker to service you he invariably will not want you pissing in his mouth; that's just the way it is. You've got to plant the seed; talk to him about the suck-boy you had at home who loved it when you filled his mouth. Your boy will probably say that he would never let a guy do that but the thought-seed is now in his head and he'll be thinking of it often. A bit later mention that you want that service and if he won't you'll just have to find a cocksucker who wants his piss load. Your boy is now thinking about how he might live without your cock to suck. You should rub his head then and adopt a gentle, helpful demeanor. Tell him you'll be patient and lead him through it; that most boys like him love it once they try it. In my experience they submit because that's what you want and their all about pleasing you. This boy here has been through all those steps and is an experienced urinal boy but we'll make him act like it's his first time. Are you ready for a little role-playing boy?"

"Yes Sir, I'll do whatever you want Sir." I answered and meant it I was hotter than hell with all this talk.

"I'll go first Webb so you can see how it goes; it's kinda important to get the ritual right so your cocksucker feels a major part of the action and strives to serve you. Get over here boy, on your knees by my side."

Bob was standing in front of the toilet as he smiled down at me and said, "I want to piss, why don't you take hold of my cock and aim it into the toilet. Ah, that's nice."

I held his big hose and aimed it just as he let a short stream out; it was nice just as he had said. I was close to him and could clearly hear it splash into the water. He stopped and said, "that felt good but I think it's time for you to give me a little pee-hole swabbing. It'll give you just a small taste as you run your tongue thru the piss slit. It'll be easier if you kneel in front of me." I shuffled around until I was facing his cock and waited for instructions. "This is an important step Webb; you want to make it as memorable for your cocksucker as you can. In most cases you don't want your boy to touch your cock with anything but his lips and tongue but for toilet training the submission is greatly enhanced by letting him handle and aim your cock, make him part of the act, a principle."

I knew what was coming but waited for Bob's instructions. He told me it was Ok to hold his cock then look him in the eye as I run my tongue into the piss slit. It ignited a very powerful urge in me; I knew what was coming but the combination of remembering my first drink of piss and being watched by Webb was overpowering. I was sweating and felt a little light headed as I saw that now-familiar self-satisfied, smirk on Bob's face.

"That felt good boy but I think you need a bigger taste than that. What do you think, how was the taste?"

"It wasn't too bad Sir; it didn't taste anywhere near as bad as I had thought." I answered.

"Good, I think you're ready and you'll do it because you know that it will please me. Open your mouth now boy, stick out your tongue and just lay my cockhead on your tongue. Ahhh, that's nice, I'm half hard so you've got a bit of a wait, just think about how hot it'll be when I piss in your mouth, think about what you're going to do while you wait."

I can't describe how many conflicting emotions crossed my mind as I knelt there with his cock just laying on my tongue. It was wonderful, horrible yet exciting, all at the same time. I felt just a few small, warm drops on my tongue.

"Here it comes boy, I'll let out a little taste and then stop; I know this is your first time and I'll be gentle until you're used to it? There, I think your mouth is full enough. Use your tongue to slosh it around, get used to the taste of your man's piss eh."

My mouth was half full as I moved the piss load around with my tongue. I heard Bob say, "Look Webb in the eye as you slush the piss around in your mouth."

I was incredibly aroused by how humiliating it is to be ordered to gargle with a guy's piss while looking them in the eye; it never failed to make me shudder.

"How's the taste boy? Go ahead and swallow it down cocksucker." Bob asked.

I gulped it down telling him that his piss tasted good, salty, warm and tasty. Webb moved over in front of me, laid his cock on my tongue and pissed slowly into my open mouth.

In the Morning:

In the morning it was my place to be under the table sucking Bob's cock as he drank coffee and ate. I heard him talking to his Son, "I think today I'll show you how to teach your suck-boy to swallow all your cock right down to the root. When I'm done our little cocksucker will be able to let a horse cock tickle his tonsils. This is different than a quick poke into his gullet before rushing your cock out as he gags and chokes; when a cocksucker is trained you can plunge it in all the way and just let it soak in his throat-cunt. It's not easy for a boy to do but as I said, you simply can't accept half-measures. It's been my experience that once a suck-boy masters this skill he's a much more contented and compliant cocksucker. Let's go out to the carriage house. I borrowed a training bench from a buddy of mine; it'll speed things up."

WTF, I thought; I already had all the skills that I needed. I was wrong. In the Carriage house the bench he had mentioned had certainly been designed around its training function. It was very narrow and comfortably padded with straps to hold a trainee down and in position. The head end had a soft notch for a neck and the end was hinged so the trainer could adjust his cocksucker's throat angle for easy access.

"Webb, this training bench is just great; it speeds the training process up a lot. I know it's just an enhancement on the head hanging off the bed method but the constraints force-focus the cocksucker on his job while the comforts built into the bench reinforce the thought that his owner knows best and cares for him. These are powerful incentives for a suck-boy. Let's get him onto it now."

I was soon positioned on the narrow bench and held by wide, leather straps. My head was the only thing that I could easily move. Just the thought of what was to come gave me a hardon and that made them laugh.

"See how eager he is; just thinking about what's coming gets him excited. The bench is adjustable like a hospital bed. I can use this remote to position his head just perfectly for my cock. His head angle can be made to give you the perfect position for fucking his throat, watch."

It's a very surreal feeling to hear the tiny motors whirring away as it put your mouth into just the right position to be fucked like a man would a cunt. what had Sir called my mouth; A cunt with a tongue.

"That's perfect for my height Son; see how perfect the angle is? I'm going to go first but don't worry your turn will come; this bench was designed to be very comfortable because a cocksucker is on it for quite a while. It takes quite a bit of throat fucking until your cocksucker just gives it up and realizes that this is what he was born to do and his owner wants it. At that point of surrender they cease tensing up and you've got a free, straight path into his gullet. The surrender phase allows the suck-boy to relax as he becomes free of choice; he becomes a kind of cocksucking machine with an on-off switch you control. When you're in school you can make do with a bed just as long as your cocksucker is devoted to you; the bench speeds training things up but all you really need is a docile sissy boy who loves cock."

The wait was tantalizing for me just as Bob, my cock trainer had planned. I was laying there with my head tilted down and at a level where I was looking up at Bob's cock and balls.

"Well Webb, when we start throat fucking this boy, we'll be very gentle and supportive. It's always best to help them along; this is a huge step for a cocksucker and I've found that if you understand just how uncomfortable this is for them you end up with a better cocksucker. In the end that's what it's all about, getting better service for yourself. I'm dangling my cockhead in his mouth now and allowing him to suckle at his own pace, look at him, he couldn't be happier."

After a bit Bob put his hands on my cheeks and moved forward until I had a couple of inches of his cock. I was apprehensive as I realized that this wasn't role-playing, this was real; he could fuck his cock into my gullet just by shuffling forward. I was essentially helpless, strapped to this stationary bench. I felt Bob tighten his grip on my head and slowly advance deeper into my mouth. He touched my throat opening and I gagged so he pulled back out until just his cockhead was at my lips.

"Do you see Webb; give him a little time to reconcile the discomfort with his need to submit to you, to please you, it takes a little while. I'll feed him more now."

With each thrust he moved just a little more into my throat before withdrawing. I was gasping and gagging and wondered if I could do this.

"He's taking it nicely now but I think it's time. Ok, cocksucker, you're doing great but I think you're ready for the next step. I'm going to slowly punch through into your esophagus, get ready, and take a deep breath boy."

I didn't really have time to even think about what was coming as his cock was once again begin forced into my oral cavity, this time it slid easily across my tongue on a film of pre-sperm and saliva. Bob held my head and moved it back and forth, side to side as if to use his cockhead to swab the precum and spit around the back of my throat, like a stirring stick. Inside my dripping mouth Bob's huge cockhead was coated and bathed in the gelatinous liquid, allowing it to venture farther and farther back into my throat.

"That's nice Boy, now you're getting it. Did you notice the only bad thing about using this position is that you can't see your cocksucker's eyes as you feed more and more of your prick into his gullet? It's always pleasant to see the mixture of fear and joy in their eyes as they realize that you're going to plug their throat and as a cocksucker they have to learn to take it. I'm using his mouth like a cunt now; I've let him have the time to get used to it now I'm going to take it home."

My eyes watered as his monstrous snake was being forced farther and farther back into my throat. It touched the back of my mouth and I gagged, fighting the urge to retch. My stomach heaved as for the first time in my life I was completely helpless. A hard, big cock was forcing its way over my tongue then down into the thin, throbbing passage of my throat and I was helpless to stop it, completely restrained; a cocksucking appliance.

"Yeah, yeah, that's it, take it boy. Feel my hot hard dick in your throat."

Relentlessly, the shaft burrowed its way in. Bob would plunge it all the way in then pull it back, each time he left it in my throat a little longer. A few inches of his cock had by now pushed thru my tender throat opening. I felt woozy and smothered, I couldn't breathe as I gagged and gulped reflexively around the cock-invader as it passed by my tonsils.

"Breath through your nose, boy, breathe through your nose. Go ahead, You can do it, fuck; I've seen teenage girls do better than you." Bob urged.

I took a tentative breath through my nose. The oxygen felt wonderful as I slowly adjusted to the thickness of the invader in my gullet.

Bob slowly pulled it out of my gaping mouth. As the head exited my lips, a thick strand of cum and saliva dripped out right on my face. The string slowly stretched, then snapped and a line of cum / saliva six inches long draped itself from my lower lip down across my face.

I heard Bob say, "Yeah, cocksucker, that's good, that's good." I heaved in great lungs full of air, trying to clear my woozy brain. I could actually feel the blood pounding in my ears as my head cleared.

"You took in the whole eight inches that time, you can be proud. Not too bad, not too bad."

He was proud of me; I suddenly wanted more of his cock as I suckled on the head. He advanced but this time I was actually eager; I had taken it all into my throat once and survived; I wanted more cock now. My lips chewed their way down his shaft taking six inches, then seven, then eight inches of pulsating penis. The head of his cock revisited the tender membranes of my upper throat and tongue. It pushed my tongue flat as its girth filled me up. I'm sure he heard me gag slightly and then swallow. Bob sighed in pleasure. Inside my mouth his cockhead slid into the opening at the top of my throat. It wormed its way into the very top of my esophagus. Now his cock was as deep as possible in my throat and my spasms massaged it.

"I knew I wasn't wasting my time training you; you're going to be one great cocksucker. It's really pretty simple Webb, once you manage to stuff their throat and they realize that they didn't die they begin to think it through and concentrate on the cock in their mouth and how to please it."

His balls laid on my eyes as his cock filled my throat. I fought to overcome my impulse to gag and was surprised that I could accommodate his thickness so deep inside me. Bob began a Slow, relaxed, methodical Fucking of my throat while I concentrated on just breathing as he thrusted deep then pulled out; I gulped in air on each out-stroke. I was now slightly relaxed and became conscious of the saliva flowing out of my mouth like a waterfall. Bob had commented before on how pleasant it was listening to his suck-boy making loud, wet cocksucker noises. I sounded like a pig lapping up slop. Bob had said I could be a "great Cocksucker" and I was actually proud of myself. It took a while until I felt him tense up and spurted cum into my throat. He was just at the opening of my gullet as he let go. It was difficult to swallow and I'm sure he was enjoying the feeling of my throat muscles as they alternately contracted and relaxed as I sought to swallow the tremendous volume of viscous fluid being pumped relentlessly into me. "That's it boy, swallow all that good man-cream into your stomach," he grunted.

"Ah, there's nothing better than showing a cocksucker what he's made for; at school you'll love showing your own suck-boy how you want your cock serviced. Believe me Webb, you'll never find a girl who'll let you take complete possession of her for this kind of throat fucking."

I was allowed enough time to drink a coke before I served Webb. They were congratulating me on my new skills. It was all good.

Postscript, back to Kyle:

It was a few weeks later and Webb was now off to University; I was back with Kyle, naked and docile, just as he liked me.

"Do you see it clearly now boy," Master Kyle said to me as I licked his feet. "Submissive boys like you were put on this earth to serve powerful men like me. It's nature's way. We're superior and we actually do boys like you a favor by letting them serve us."

It was an incredibly degrading proposition but I had found out that he was right. I was happy to be performing for him. It was the greatest honor ever bestowed upon me. Well, why not, I'm on my knees again, where I belong, and Kyle's half soft cock is just beginning to harden now in my mouth. He smiles at me, watching my service intently; he knows I'm now a cockslut who loves worshipping him. My eyes keep watching his reactions and his knowing smirk makes me moan as he says, "I know you love feeling my cock grow in your mouth; it makes a suck-boy feel he's doing a useful task."

The cock sucking noises filling the room cause Sir's dick to enlarge. "Look at you boy, slurping on my cock and loving it." I heard Kyle say. "You do love it, don't you?"

All I could do was moan around his cock and shake my head yes. The monster in my mouth was getting too big for me to keep solidly in my throat in this position, so slowly but surely, I eased off of it, keeping the head completely surrounded in my wet mouth as I positioned my neck for taking his beautiful cock into my throat. I was happy and in my place.

The next day found me again on my knees in the bathroom. Kyle was shaving while I lightly tongued his cock and balls. He abruptly pulled away and went over to the "special" lounge and lay down. "I'm in the mood to have my ass licked now. It relaxes me. This chair opens me up nicely for a tonguing. "

"Yes, Sir, I blurted out." I moved in toward his smooth bubble butt. It smelled warm and good with heavy musty, male body odors. I started licking the hole and cleaned it good all around the outside. I concentrated on his wrinkled little rosebud and swabbed it up and down until I had cleaned it good. It tasted like Master Kyle's big body smelled, clean and strong. I had never experienced so many new experiences so quickly before. My mind was spinning. I felt sad that I finished so quickly. Luckily Kyle had time and wanted more.

"Get back down there, boy, you're not through yet." Kyle growled. "Get that tongue in that hole and clean it out good son. I thought that I really did feel like a slave-boy as I spread his butt cheeks with my hands. I could clearly see his asshole now. "Get that tongue up there now as far as you can." I did as he ordered. I licked between his wide-spread ass cheeks and sunk my tongue into his ass as deep as I could get it. He began to moan and move his butt to fuck my tongue with his ass. I cleaned every bit of his hole and loved it.

What was happening to me? Just a few weeks before I wouldn't have considered doing anything like that to anyone yet here I was cleaning out this man's asshole with my tongue like it was the most natural thing in the world. I was eating his ass like the first pig to the trough. I sucked the big man's hole with pleasure. I guess it was time to stop asking myself stupid questions and let loose whoever was locked up inside me.

Something broke inside me, another epiphany perhaps; I realized that I am the person whose tongue is eagerly licking an asshole. I'm a cocksucker, a body slave, a thing created just to be used by this man. I had been taught to lick an asshole, drink up cum and piss like it was the most natural thing on earth. I wanted nothing as much as to obey him and pleasure him in the way he wanted.

"That's good, slave, you did a good job. My hole hasn't felt that clean in a long time." You're not a bad cocksucker" he said as he patted my head. I was now complete; this is where I belonged.

"Well Son, I'm afraid it's time for your ass-fucking. I usually prefer fucking a cunt but hell, today I just don't feel like going out looking for it. Fighting it is only going to make it hurt and feel worse so just relax," he told me in a soft, assertive voice. All the time he was gently stroking my back, Kind of like you would a pony. "Now try to enjoy it for what it is. I'll take it nice and easy if you try not to fight it. I've found it important to break a boy's cherry gently and slowly; then they always want their ass full of man-cock."

When he thought I was ready, he punched his cockhead thru the mouth of my little asshole and just let it sit there as I gasped from the pain. He was stroking me and saying, "there, there, boy, take a breath, just relax." It felt like there was a broomstick up my ass. My hole was doing steady spasms as that monster cockhead stretched it out and held it open, God it hurt.

I felt him slowly withdraw his cock until only the head remained lodged just inside my asshole. He was waiting until I relaxed my ass a little before he started pushing back in, how considerate he was. Each time I seized up, he would stop and wait for me to relax, all the while he continued to sooth by stroking my back and whispering encouragement in my ear, "there, there, boy, take a breath, just relax" Was his mantra to quiet me as I worked through the pain.

He rubbed my back and said, "Take it easy now boy, it's not long now. Keep your body straight, that'll make it easier." I then understood that he was not intending to hurt me, not at all: It was just the pain that was necessary to get where we were going, where I had to go. Just then the head of his dick popped through the glorious tightness and I felt a surge of pleasure, pain and relief as the length of his cock finally entered me to its full length.

Once I'd relaxed enough, he established a rhythm, sliding his cock slowly but firmly in and out of my nether hole. Here I was, a once normal man, on my hands and knees in front of this man with his cock shoved up my ass. I could tell that for Kyle this must be pure pleasure as he pushed his cock all the way back inside my tight ass. He was using both hands now to pry my ass cheeks apart; he pulled his cock free with a loud plop as my well-used hole closed again. He shoved his tool back into me and started banging my ass with a vengeance.

My world had now narrowed to just my asshole as it embraced his cock and he sawed it in and out; He pushed me forward onto my elbows with each strong stroke. The room was filled with the squishing, squelching sounds of cock alternately filling and retreating from my ass. He was slamming into me for all I was worth.

"I'm going to come inside you now Son, then you're mine; your ass is going to feel empty without my cock from now on. I'm going to shoot it deep inside your ass now, get ready."

After a few more deep thrusts I could feel the warmth of his thick cum invading my asshole. To my surprise, yet another dazzling wave of pleasure pulsated through my rear end and up through my back and belly.

I had no idea of the time; I was just lying on the floor when he slid his sweet cock out of my asshole. I felt myself remain open now, stretched too far to return to normal quickly. It felt cool and open after his monster cock had been in me for so long. I couldn't move right away and just panted on the floor, catching my breath. I heard him moan and roll onto his back and sigh.

"Good job boy, now finish the job; clean my cock up."

I started to go for a towel. "No boy, use your tongue, always lick a man clean; it's a measure of the respect you have for your owner."

His cock had never looked like this. It was so wet and covered with all of our fluids. I lowered my face to the head of his cock and began to work my tongue into his cum slit. He was a little startled as he was drained from so much cum leaving him. I didn't mind what I tasted on him. There was just a little blood. It's strange what you taste after a good ass-fucking. It's a very different taste. I knew that my ass had produced its own lubrication for him just like my mouth hole when I was face fucked. From my ass it's a bit thicker and tasted bitter but it mixed with his strong semen well. I was eager and willing to lick his cock totally clean to show my thanks and the musky taste only tweaked my need for humiliation. My ass was his now, I was his, he truly was my owner, my Master

At the end of Chapter #4:

"I knew I wasn't wasting my time training you; you're going to be one great cocksucker. It's really pretty simple Webb, once you manage to stuff their throat and they realize that they didn't die they begin to think it through and concentrate on the cock in their mouth and how to please it."

We were at the breakfast table just finishing our coffee; I had already given Kyle his morning blow job and we were both pretty mellow. "Well Chrissy, I think you now understand your place in the hierarchy. You were made to submit to the alphas of the world and that place is where you'll only be truly content. I belong to this club where alpha male and female members go to relax. Bob and his wife are members and I'm sure Webb will join when he's done with University. In all we have about 60 active people in our little club. I think you'd fit right in. There are about 15 active submissives that are part of our group and we can always use another. At our informal meetings our members relax by enjoying themselves as the subs service them. The sucking and fucking is intense. Your performance with Bob and his son convinced me that you would be an asset to our scene. What do you think?"

"Yes Sir, I would be very happy to serve your friends; it's what I need" I replied eagerly.

Kyle began telling me the club's history. "The club was built before the war by a rich man who had the vision to create a very, very private retreat in the middle of 1000 acres of deep woods that he owned; it's so far into the dense forest that we really don't need the alarms and alerts that have been set up all over the area. When the original owner died, he left it to his only son who lived in the City and was also into the Dominant lifestyle. The rest is kind of history as Tom the owner and overall Master discovered that this place furnished him with the lifestyle that he deserved."

I was very interested as he 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. Our members are a diverse lot and we get visitors that are friends from all over the World. Inside the club there are always Slaves for a Master or Mistress to pick from, the subs on duty 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 at the club full time in their role. I think you'll love serving as a slut-cocksucker slave and want nothing more than to learn all the different ways to serve. Of course, you'll have to learn how to serve the female alpha members. In a lot of cases you'll find yourself servicing a couple. I think you get off on the humiliation of it all and this will only enhance it."

He continued, "Inside the club almost anything goes especially in the training rooms, the only rule is no one can get really harmed. Many Husbands will consign their Wives to the Club to be trained as slaves or in specific skills; as in everything done in our club it's always consensual. Of course there are many rules, as an example, you'll not allowed to wear clothes inside of the clubhouse nor are any of the other slaves; the alphas usually wear robes that allow the suck-sluts easy access to service them."

To be continued at the Club

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The Roman men's Club, Chapter one:

In just a few days I had become more and more comfortable in my submissive role. I was now accustomed to thinking of him as the better man who I must obey. Master had told me of the club he belonged to where slaves and Master's met in a relaxed, luxurious setting. I was intrigued when he said he'd take me there. It was only a few days away now.

Today was the day I was to visit the club, Master laughingly referred to me as an interested observer as we entered the compound. This was the first time in a week that I had clothes on and it actually felt funny to be clothed.

The Club was situated in the middle of a 130-acre plot. It had been built many years ago, for the express purpose of being a sex club. As we drove up I could see the brown, brick stucco walls that completely enclosed the place behind walls 10 feet high of concrete. It was even more impressive because it was situated amongst very large trees. I had a fleeting thought of the desert movie oasis.

Master dialed in the key code and the gate opened for us to walk in; I honestly felt lightheaded as I realized that I was finally here. We walked thru a dimly lit building that led into the main house. It had an odd design in that there was a very large, sumptuously appointed room with glass doors on one side and a bathroom in one corner. One of the real oddities of the room was that it had no walls; it was a completely open space!

There were glass doors on one side that led out into a large pool patio area under what looked like a huge roll-out awning. In addition to the pool there was a hot tub, palm trees, lounge chairs and what looked like some small rooms in back of light weight curtains waving in the middays soft breezes. The initial quick-flash impression of the outside area was that it was really posh with all the furnishing of first-rate quality reeked of being conceived for the total comfort of its members.

Master led me over to a large, black leather couch where a middle aged man sat with his legs spread and a naked suck-boy between his legs servicing him. I didn't know it then but he was the Club's manager.

"Hi John, I see you've bought us the new boy you told us about, that's just great. Why don't you go visit with Doug at the bar while I interview him."

The manager smiled at me as he was talking and motioned me to sit on the couch next to him, another naked slave boy appeared and offered me a glass of wine. I accepted the glass and couldn't help thinking of how very surreal this was as I sat next to the club's manager who was enjoying a blow job from a naked slave; I took another swig of the very good red varietal wine as I took it all in.

"Well Chrissy you've taken your first big steps; you've been training for this for quite a while and with us at our little Club. These are the very big steps leading to an understanding of what you really are; it's the only way you'll be truly happy. I think it better if you strip naked for our little talk, do it now" he said with a smile that let me know that it was really an order, not a suggestion.

I had long-waited for this interview so there was no choice so as confidently as I could, I leaned forward removing my shoes and socks and then stood up to take off my shirt hanging it on the back of the chair. I turned to face Master Mark who still had his cock firmly planted in the kneeling slave's mouth as I unbuckled my belt.

It seemed to me that the room was filled with a casual, relaxed attitude that was at odds with the excitement and yes the fear of the unknown that I was now feeling. I went ahead and unbuttoned my pants, unzipped the zipper and stepped out of them. I turned and faced Master Mark with an embarrassing erection tenting my jockey shorts.

My gaze went to Mark who looked me square in the eye and then at my crotch before looking me in the eye again. He smiled a smirky, go-ahead sort of nod. I took this as an invitation (order?) and hooked my thumbs under the waistband and lowered my shorts. When I straightened up my very erect little cock was pointed due north. I think it was at this instant that I realized I had just crossed yet another new threshold, it made me smile in spite of the natural humiliation I felt.

A new feeling washed over me as I noticed Master Mark gazing at my erection. I wasn't exactly humiliated because Master John had certainly gotten me accustomed to being nude but now I was completely nude in front of a man I barely knew who was to soon be one of my owners. There was a sexual tension in the room that I could almost taste.

Master Mark said, "Well, you sure are happy to be here. Now I'd like you to turn around, bend over, and spread your ass cheeks for me, I want to get a good look at your boy-cunt now."

When I had assumed the position, I felt Master nudge a finger lightly down my crack just before he smacked my ass cheek sharply with his hand.

"I think you'll be a pretty good fuck Chrissy now just sit on the floor while I give you what we club members laughingly call "the cocksucker reality talk."

"But first Chris, tell me what do you know of our little club?" Master Mark said as he pulled his suck-boy's head off his cock and pushed him onto his balls with a one-word order, "lick."

I answered truthfully that I knew only little bits and pieces about the club that I had overheard at Master John's house.

"Well we'll have to change that, I guess it's my job to explain what we're about here. By the way, does Simon's sucking on my cock bother you? In a bit I'll have him service you while we talk, would you like that?"

"Yes Sir, I think that I would like that. "I answered.

"In a while then, our little club isn't really unique, there are many similar organizations around the world; we know because they give us reciprocal privileges when we're traveling just like Yacht and golf clubs do. A little research and you'll find that throughout history Alpha males have formed into groups to get the pampered sexual services they want. In our case we have well over 200 active members so our clubhouse here is never really close to empty."

Master Mark then asked if I had any questions before he continued, Our founder's way back in the sixties gathered a group of guys who could easily afford the dues that are needed to run a very luxurious spa for males who had definite ideas of how they wanted to be sexually served. Early on they found that submissive males made very docile, eager cocksuckers that were easily trained, that's been our focus ever since. While our members are straight our research showed that male cocksuckers actually enjoyed being subservient while women served only grudgingly and often bulk at providing the "complete service" our members expect. Once our founders made the determination that a mouth is a mouth, we went ahead with an all-male staff."

I was really immersed in Master Mark's history and how I might fit into their Club when he surprised me by directing his suck-boy Simon to service my cock. I have to agree that he had a magical mouth; it was warm, wet and silky. My little cock was certainly no challenge for him. I couldn't help staring at Master Mark's big cock glistening with saliva. The club manager was certainly hung; a thought flashed through my mind that I had never even seen a cock that thick let alone serviced one.

"Don't make him cum Simon, just get him going, you know the rules. Our service boys can't cum except when their servicing one of his owners, he's not allowed to play with his own cock or cum in another boys mouth or ass; the only relief that's allowed is for the suck-boy to spontaneously cum when he's servicing a Club member. We've found that our boys serve the best when their constantly aroused and horny. It isn't as difficult as you might think. It's been our experience that after a week or so here all of our suck-boys will achieve a cum serving a member, usually with a cock plugging their mouth. You'll find that a cum achieved while you're serving one of your owners is the most satisfying climax that you've ever had. By the way what Simon is demonstrating on you is what's called edging, keeping the suckee right on the brink of a cum, almost there but not there; the cocksucker must be skilled in reading the signs and slowing to keep the "edge" on. A trained cocksucker feels the pulse of a prick along with the swelling of a cockhead and adjusts his mouth action to slow the cum."

It was a lot to think about but Simon's suck skills made it difficult to concentrate. I thought of myself as a reasonably skilled cocksucker but now knew that I had much to learn to match Simon's skill set.

Master Mark didn't let me contemplate for long as he continued.

"You're a bottom Chrissy and trained bottom boys don't need to cum and in fact only want to cum when serving their Master's. A suck-boy in our service only gets his sexual relief from the experience that the Alpha-male is having. His relief actually starts from the time that a better man's cock enters him and then increases as the Master gets more excited and then climaxes, giving the suck-boy his cum and possibly the sexual relief he needs. In no circumstance will one of our Club boys achieve a cum unless he's servicing his Master. He knows that he's never to beat his own cock off or even handle his own cock, that's the rule here and you'll find it's for your own good."

There must have been a signal because quite suddenly Simon stopped sucking me and just got up and left the area. Master Mark smirked as he said. "I think you should get down here and lick my balls as I continue boy." I had been staring at his magnificent cock anyway and I just slid to the floor and began tonguing his ball sack.

"Ah, that's right Chrissy you're going to be the happiest and most satisfied knowing that you're just a faggot; a faggot that serves men anyway they want. You'll soon be able to accept these facts about yourself because they make you happy and satisfied. When you accept the truth while serving a man and acknowledge that he's totally in charge you'll finally be fulfilled and happy. If he wants to face fuck you then you'll just unhinge your jaw and make your mouth into a cunt. You're going to convince your mind that your mouth is a cunt. A deep cunt with a tongue made for a man's pleasure. It's important to realize that your tongue isn't just for conversation, it's for licking a real mans balls and asshole, whatever he wants is your major responsibility."

It's funny but his words seemed to be much more meaningful and important from my vantage point on the floor tonguing his balls; I was actually inspired as he so accurately described me. There's something to be said about finally finding yourself and your place in life, it made me feel much freer. Master Mark continued in his soft assertive, matter of fact tone.

"Up till now Chrissy your world has been grey, without the excitement of color; Our Club can remake it as bright as a circus wagon, all you have to do is follow our directions and totally acknowledge that you're a cocksucker put on the planet to lick a man's ass and drink his cum. We know what you need because we've had experience with boys like you; we can teach you how to satisfy that constant itch you know you have. It's a truism that you'll only be happy when you're servicing a real man; it's what suck-boys like you were created for; to make the cocks of men feel good. Of course, we know that you've heard that boy-cocksuckers are queer people that men make fun of, don't believe it, cocksuckers are valuable commodities. At our Club we know that Cocksuckers serve a valuable need by sucking off the excess jism from a man's balls. There's nothing quite as relaxing as having a talented cocksucker drain your balls just the way you like it at the speed you enjoy. No women can serve as well as that talented cocksucker because that all-important need for humiliation is missing. A cocksucker boy wants to submit, wants to be humiliated and thus tries so much harder."

I was lost in his meaty, soft balls as I listened to his oh-so-accurate description of who I am. I knew his big balls were full of the sticky, salty cum that I craved and somehow it seemed so right to be worshiping them.

"You know Chrissy that a cocksucker's mouth is his most important sexual organ. Our suck-boys have that reinforced every day they are with us. There is a Club rule that they will take anything that comes out of our pricks into their mouth and swallow it. It's all irrespective of whether I have been fucking a boy's ass or his throat. In most cases our members will always finish off in a boy's mouth. We like our cocksuckers to be hot, obedient, submissive, willing, hungry, eager, and expert in their craft. Our club members get off on a guy on his knees needing a cock. We love to fuck face our boys our way, not the cocksuckers way, that means we will always control the situation, and the suck-boy does everything just the way he's told. It's really simple we tell you what to do and you submit no matter what it is. Take just my cockhead into your mouth now boy!"

I quickly closed my lips around his big, purple cockhead and gently sucked on it. There's nothing that feels as smooth and velvety as cock; I was loving it.

"I've decided to take you into our club as a trainee suck-boy. You'll be outfitted with the yellow wrist and neck bands that signify your trainee status. A fully trained and tested Club cocksucker wears pink leather gear. You don't have to worry; we'll train you to serve the way we want.

It certainly wasn't difficult to tell who was slave and who Master. All the slaves wore only leather cuffs, collars and leashes but were otherwise naked while the obvious Masters and a few Mistresses were in various stages of dress with some naked and others fully clothed. My owner sat down at one of the comfortable bar stools while motioning me to the floor on the side of him. The man next to us had a very young, skinny boy on his knees licking his feet. "Hi John, who's the mooch, a new slave boy" the man asked? "Yeah, he's new all right, I bought him here to observe, see if this is really his scene. You know it's not for everyone but I think he just might make a good body slave, he did sign the Manifesto, we'll soon see." From my vantage point on the floor I tried to watch the action but I Couldn't see all that well. Master noticed and motioned me to follow him. I was soon in the middle of the compound where Master tied a rope fastened to a steel ring in the floor around my neck. "Take a good look around boy, visualize yourself here. Don't worry no one will bother you without the leather collar and cuffs that make you a full-fledged, accepted club slave here, enjoy." As I cringed on the ground I looked around, slaves were being used all over. The great majority were men or boys but there were a few women. On my right a Mistress was in a hammock like sling complete with stirrups and the bottom cut out allowing very complete access to her cunt and ass. A slave boy was using his tongue and slobbering up and down her crack from her asshole to fuck hole with the flat of his tongue. Every once in a while, a man on a recliner next to her would stand up and stick his cock in her pussy. The little slave would move his head and watch closely. When the man pulled his cock out the boy just slurped the man's cock clean before returning to his cunt-lapping duties. In all this I was amazed that the Masters seemed to be able to continuously cum, in great quantities and at will. Then I remembered Master telling me on the way down here that members took an herb potion that allowed them to cum whenever they wanted. Over to the other side of the compound it looked like there was a new slave just beginning his initiation. There were two members training the slave boy of about 18 how to serve a cock. His name was Mike and even though he, like all slaves sought out the humiliation and shame of slavery he certainly seemed apprehensive, actually scared. I imagined what this must be like for him, for me, it was hot to watch. My owner had told me that servicing his Master's cock for the first few times was usually done in private. That way the suck boy could get used to performing as a man's cocksucker without the distractions and additional humiliation of being watched. This was the second stage and the suck boy was going to have to perform in front of a crowd. I knew that being a cocksucker alone with just you and your man was quite a private thing while doing it in front of a crowd required the boy to admit to himself that he wanted to debase himself by submitting in front of others; it was a big step for a cocksucker. One of the members using a firm, soft tone said "Now you just open up and take the head, kid. We'll start out real slow while you get used to sucking on a cock, Ok? Now first thing, just slide your tongue around the head of my cock, get it good and wet before you get some suction going." "Yes, Sir" the boy said as he slowly opened his mouth and accepted the thick, pink cockhead that was offered to him. The man's cock was drooling quite a lot of precum now and I knew the boy could certainly taste the salty tang of it as he ran his tongue over the huge, purple head. The man sighed as the boy slave's hot mouth surrounded his hard cock. I guessed that he had never tasted cum before but knew that he would soon find that the taste of this man's precum would be a treat. "Whatcha doing down there kid?" The man asked as he leaned back and looked down. "I don't feel any tongue action, something wrong, get to it?" The boy slowly shook his head and got back to working on the hard cock in his mouth. I knew from experience that he was amazed at how thick this man's cock was and how his mouth had to stretch open to take just the first few inches. The boy slave Mike startled a bit when he heard another clicking sound behind him followed by a whoosh as the second trainer began lightly flogging his bare ass with a leather belt like whip. The whip never broke skin but it did hurt; it was just another training step that the club had developed to keep the new slut focused. The man in front started talking again which seemed to pull the boy back to the task at hand. "Ok kid, let's get some more of my cock into that hot mouth of yours. You just start suckin while I slide it in; Let's see how much of my cock you can take!" Again, he tried to pull back but the Master was pressing forward, pushing The hard cock further into his mouth as the light ass whipping kept up the Boy's rhythm. "MMmmmMMMMMnnn." was all the little slave could say as the long, thick shaft slid further into his mouth, deeper and deeper. I couldn't help but visualize myself in his place, on my knees in front of my trainer choking on his cock as his friend flogged my ass. "Oh yeah, do it you slave slut!! Suck that cock! Wrap those tight lips around it and suck! Suck that cock!!!The boy was probably relieved the trainer had stopped just short of hitting the back of his throat but just as that thought formed the man pushed forward plugging the boy's windpipe with the thick cock head. Again and again he choked him with his cock before pulling out for the boy to catch a breath. Eventually the boy became a little more accustomed to the cock invading his throat. It wasn't yet comfortable for him but he knew now he wouldn't die. I remembered just how unsettling this training was for me; I recalled having watering eyes while saliva gushed out of my mouth as I gasped for a breath of air. The boy was now sucking and running his tongue over the hard shaft as the Master began to slowly fuck his mouth, in and out, ever deeper and deeper. The Master in the front had his cock in hand while yelling at the boy, (Mikey). "Ok, you little shit now you are gonna get a serious mouth fuck and you BETTER keep your fuckin' teeth in check! No more taking it slow, I need to blow my load, now! That's enough of this gentle, slow cocksucker training!" His mouth was still open as the assault on his ass cheeks continued. Just as the pain started to lessen the boy felt the hard cock in front of him jamming into his mouth and down deep into his throat, causing him to again gag. "Take it you fucking cum-dump." The trainer said as he thrust his body up to his boy's mouthcunt. The slave took a quick deep breath in through his nose just before the cock slammed back into his mouth. I knew that by now he couldn't think straight; the cock that was now his entire universe fucked deep into his mouth. The long, thick shaft in his mouth gagged him every time it slid down his throat. Little slave Mikey didn't even have time to panic as he dealt with this hard, horny Master using his mouth as a cum-dump. The swats to his bare ass were causing him to lurch forward now eager for the prick to thrust through his lips. He could also feel the collar around his neck bite every time Master fucking his mouth thrust into his face, a reminder of his status, I thought. He was now just spasming throat cunt throbbing around a cock. After a dozen fast strokes into his throat the trainer's heavy breathing turned to a loud groan as the cock fucking his mouth hardened and spit cum into the boy's tender throat. "Ok boy, here ya go, the trainer yelled, "Your first load of nut juice! Oh yeah, oh Fuck yeah! Swallow that load!! Eat it now boy. Awwwww fuck, fuck yeah!" The boy's eyes flew wide open as he felt the large shaft go rock hard with a pulse working up to the tip. Suddenly a shot of cum blasted out and coated the back of his throat, then another and another until Mikey's mouth was full of thick, hot cum swimming around Master's hard cock. The man kept thrusting into the slave's mouth as he worked out every drop of cum from his swollen balls. The taste of ball juice slammed into the boy's senses as the slowly thrusting cock finally started to shrink. The man shuddered as he reluctantly withdrew his cock from the slave's hot mouth. He leaned down to see the boy's skinny body jerking with the sensation of the trainer's cock finally leaving his mouth.

"Now you just swill that load around in your mouth, kid, get a good taste of what you will be eating for the rest of your life, what you were born to do. And don't you even think about spitting it out!! That is high quality V.I.P. Master cum that is never to be wasted. What do ya think slave? Taste good?" Mikey nodded yes. A tear slowly slid down Mikey's face as his mouth held the thick load of man cum. The man smiled down, "Open up, kid, let's see how much I shot into your pussyboy mouth!" The slave's mouth opened slowly to show the man the large, milky load pooled in the corner of his mouth. Another hard thrust into his mouth from Master's fuck stick caused a bit of cum to slip over his lower lip and slide down his chin. "Ah, ah, baby. That is prime sperm from a real man! We wanna make sure you swallow it all down!" The man slowly slid his finger under the boy's jerking chin to catch the large drop of cum. "Here ya go kid, suck that off of my finger and swallow down my load. You have to make room for the next hard cock to make a deposit." The boy swallowed once, twice and then a third time trying to get all of the thick, sticky cum down his throat. He couldn't get it all down, it must have felt like it was coating his mouth and throat. Of all people, I knew that the taste of cum would not leave his senses soon!! "Good boy." the man said as he stood tall and zipped up his slacks. "Now you enjoy that cum meal and don't worry, I'll send someone else over to fill that hot mouth of yours in just a few minutes. From what I saw when I got here, this place was filling up fast, there will be Masters over here one after the other. You'll be eating a lot of man cum tonight, kid, but I'm sure you'll always remember that my load in your mouth was your first, see you later, kid." Slave Mikey winced at the thought of eating even more cum but he did not have time to worry about it. The man who had encouraged him by whipping his ass was standing in front. I have to admit that watching a boy slave get his first throat fucking just as I had recently experienced it, made me hot, it wasn't a very long leap of faith to put me back in that same place, I was happy in servitude now and I bet the boy was also. There were more slaves that were tethered to floor rings or various devices that positioned them for a Master's pleasure. I watched an older slave who was fastened on his stomach over a wide, upholstered hassock. His ankles were spread wide so that his ass was opened wide and in perfect position for any man who wanted to fuck it. On the other side there was a red curtain that kind of closed off a corner. I wondered what could possibly go on in there given the sex being done out in the open right here. I sensed a presence and looked up into John's face. "Well I can see from your hard on that you're excited by all this. Look at me and tell me you want to continue or I'll take you out of here." He was right I had to go on, I really did like this. "I want to serve here Master, let me stay." "I thought so boy, I believe that you're a natural slave but as your Master I have to tell you that it won't be easy, you have a lot to learn." He untied the rope that tethered me to the floor and walked towards the red curtain in the corner with me scampering behind him. As we entered, I noticed that it was quite dimly lit, so that was the reason for the curtains, to shield the outside light. There were many slaves inside the room, which appeared to be a rest room! As my eyes grew accustomed to the gloom, I saw just how strange a rest room this was. Master motioned to a slave tethered at a freestanding urinal in the middle of the floor. The boy shuffled to the back of it and stuck his head thru the opening. There was a hole molded into it in the shape of a head that a slave could stick their head into, how very awful, how very cool this was! Master opened his robe and took out his half hard cock. The other slaves were watching with what I thought was envy as Master John looked down at the urinal slave's face and slowly began to piss. I couldn't help it I sighed with the shear eroticism of it all. Master looked at me and asked if I thought I was ready. "Do you think you're really ready boy, want to take his place?" I nodded my head as I said "yes Sir, please Sir." The boy reluctantly moved away at John's order. Master John was solicitous about placing my face just so in the urinal even asking if I was comfortable on the padded knee bench. When he walked around the front. I had a little time to wonder what I was in for. As I think about it now, I'm sure that John wanted me to contemplate my role as his piss drinker. With my face firmly in the urinal I felt every bit the slave boy; It was so hot. John finally stood just in front of me with a half hardon, just looking at me as he said, "Open your cunt mouth now boy and let's see your eyes eh, the eyes are a mirror to your humiliation. Stick your tongue out and try to lick that drop of piss off my piss slit, a wee little taste for you. Ah, good, now let me tell you how it's going to go; I'll piss into your mouth and you're to just hold it there, just like a piss bowl eh, until I tell you to flush your mouth by swallowing. It's your first time so I'll go slowly so you can get used to it and have time to savor your first taste of man piss." I didn't have much time to reflect as he almost immediately shot a short spurt into my open mouth. I noted that it didn't taste half bad, very warm, salty and tangy with a musty pissy smell. "Swallow my piss now boy, you're a star, all the other toilet mouths are looking at you pissed off because their not getting it. Ha Ha pissed off, no pun intended eh cunt." Once again he filled my mouth with the warm, salty brew, having me swallow on his command. I was as hot as I had ever been with my face in a man's urinal and mouth open. "Well pig, I guess we both know what you are now eh."

The next morning my place in this "new" world was explained by a club member who was temporarily assigned to oversee my training when John was called away. He said, "OK slave normally I will just sit on the side of the bed and you'll put my cock in your mouth and drink my morning piss. But for today since you're still in training we'll go into the toilet." Master started walking to the bathroom and I crawled behind until Master was standing upright at the toilet bowl. He told me to reach my hands around and hold his cock for him while he pissed into the toilet. I easily put my hands up and held his amazing cock while he pissed. Just as he was about to finish and was getting to the last few drops he stopped, brushed my hands aside and turned around. "Slave, open up your mouth for me" I quickly opened my mouth. He positioned his half hard cock in my mouth and released the ending stream of piss. "Ok boy, get used to that taste. That's the piss of a real man." "Yes Master thank you for the gift that has come from your cock." He then slapped his cock around my face splashing and marking my face with the last few bits of pee that hung on the piss slit of his Master cock. "Next time slave you'll get it right from the tap; I'll piss the entire amount into your toilet mouth. I'm not going to spend a lot of time training you to drink my piss. It'll be the main drink you have throughout the day so you might as well get used to it right off the bat and right from the bat." Master smiled at his little inside joke. So now I knew that every day for the rest of my life except when at work, my day would begin by drinking the piss of one of my Masters. Although we had never discussed this during my online introduction, I was very excited about starting my day this way and should probably been ashamed at finding it exciting but actually I was more proud than ashamed. This treatment was extra humiliating to me for it fulfilled a need I had. The next day I was consigned to another training Master to further my training. I was shocked when he told me he was going to teach me to suck his ass. I thought to myself that I wasn't going to do that no matter what! Yet here I was kneeling on the cold tile floor as he told me what to expect. "It'll be a pleasure teaching you how to suck and lick a man's asshole, it's an important skill for any cocksucker and extremely pleasurable for your owner. Once you get beyond your initial reluctance and inhibitions, you'll love performing this service. I think its best that we're alone for your first time, nice and private. The bathroom is a very erotic place for most cocksuckers and I bet it's the same for you. It's a room for the most personal of acts and your licking my ass for me certainly qualifies." I felt him watching me trembling on my knees. The training Master turned around and straddled my head, facing my feet. His ass was now over my face instead of his cock and balls, which were dangling just out of reach of my mouth. I looked up as his ass hovered over my face.

"You're going to love this boy," Ted said. His balls were hanging just inches away from my chin as he spread his ass-cheeks. I was fascinated and yet appalled as he spread his ass cheeks. His deep dark ass-crack opened and the fine hairs separated around his asshole. The puckered shit-hole was a light brown with just a fringe of hair around it. I could see how tightly closed his asshole was, clenched comfortably shut. As I gazed at it his hole clenched tighter then let go. I gasped, almost expecting a turd dropping on my face. Instead, the hole relaxed and opened slightly. I began to smell his fragrance. The smell was primitive, a man's smell. I could smell and feel the power in him. The smell between a man's legs was becoming more familiar to me by the minute. I heard him speaking in the background, "Boy, take a good look at my asshole, imagine how it will taste on your tongue, look carefully and think only about pleasuring my hole. After you lick up and down the crack of my ass start licking around the rim of my asshole. Use your tongue lightly, not too hard. Lightly, remember that. Then flick your tongue back and forth over it before you tongue fuck it. Now, start licking my ass crack, take a little taste." I inhaled deeply as his ass lowered slowly until the top of his crack was right over my mouth. "Go on, put out your tongue like I told you." My tongue snaked out, the warm, salty taste of ass-flesh seared my tongue. It was a taste like none I had ever encountered. Somehow the warmth of his ass-crack felt somehow comforting on my tongue as I cautiously licked a small area. His ass-flesh was smooth and soft I noted. The taste wasn't unpleasant but when I thought of his brown shit-hole farther down I shivered. My tongue went to work moving slowly back and forth as Ted began raising his ass into the air. My tongue was getting closer to his hole. His ass-cheeks deepened. I couldn't help it, I screamed out, "Noooo, I-I cant do it Sir." Look boy, you heard what I said. You're going to learn how to please a man's asshole whether you like it or not. In any case I'll enjoy it. Do you need to be forced to serve like a new slave or do you want to become the eager cocksucker you know you were born to be, your choice?" I very tentatively snaked my tongue into his crack, not happy but resigned to obey him. I soon was darting the tip of my tongue around his asshole. The taste was bittersweet and burned my tongue a little. I swirled my tongue lightly as I had been instructed. Around and around the puckered, crinkled rim I licked, He arched his back and planted his ass ever more firmly firmly on my mouth. My tongue slid up and down over his brown shit hole and I could feel his soft, sensitive asshole flesh quiver slightly with pleasure. I was sucking and licking ass now like I was born to it. "That's it boy, slide your tongue inside, work it from side to side to get it in." I did as I was told, stiffened my tongue and pushed against his asshole. I could feel his hole relax and open. My tongue found the center and swirled in probing in and out of his asshole. "That's it boy, clean out my hole." As I licked his ass the excitement of what I was doing worked on my mind. The aroma between his legs was hot, a man's smell. No matter how much the idea had repulsed me at first, I found that the more I tongued his asshole, the more turned on I got; I think it was the shear nastiness of it all.

He abruptly turned over and motioned me to lick his balls. "Good boy, you've learned your first lesson pretty well but there are still a few things you need to know. The first is that your owners will usually be using your tongue as toilet paper, it's so much warmer and softer. Also, from now on whenever anyone enters or leaves a room you're to be on your knees at the door. It's a measure of respect and admiration for whomever it may be that lets you use your mouth between their legs, do you understand?" "Yes Sir, I understand" I said as he patted me on the head like you would pat a prized pet.

The next day I was assigned to what the club referred to as "General Service duty." I knelt in the club's common area as members drank and watched sports on TV. My job had been well explained and I was alert and eager for my first task in service to the members. It wasn't long until an older man summoned me to his chair. "Urinal boy, crawl over here." Getting quickly onto my hands and knees I quickly crawled over in front of the Master's chair. I opened my mouth wide just as I had been instructed, fully prepared to serve as a urinal. The Master ignored me kneeling there with my mouth open and continued conversing with the women sitting next to him. He finally said "OK boy get to it, I need to piss" He opened his lounging robe and simply pulled my face into his crotch laying his cock on the flat of my tongue. My instructions had been to keep my mouth open until the piss stream started so I waited, slack jawed as the two of them watched me. The club member was deliberately waiting knowing that making a slave wait for His piss increased the humiliation inherent in the act. Finally, unable to wait any longer he released his stream of piss into my mouth, his urinal's mouth. I closed my lips around the cockhead to form a seal and gulping rapidly, tried to swallow it down. I felt the warm liquid fill my mouth and as I had been taught looked him in the eye as my mouth filled and I flushed / gulped his warm piss down my gullet. It was humiliating and exciting to serve as a urinal. It was my place!

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