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They had decided to begin teaching me my duties as a body slave. I was led into the bath by my leash. My old friend Mike had me kneel. "You know old buddy that I've always found that submissive types like you find kneeling on the cold tile bath floor bath erotic. I think you'll really get off on being our toilet slave. A sissy boy like you was made for this. As you can see we've really remodeled this place." He was right, our old room was very big but didn't have anywhere near the equipment it did now. Some of this stuff I couldn't identify. As I looked around Dawn mounted a chair equipped with stirrups. She was spread wide and I was looking right up her crotch. My wife sat back in the chair with her legs spread wide. Her butt was scooted forward so that her entire genital area was spread wide open and displayed at the edge of the seat. She was comfortable and could see everything. Then Mike told me to bring a bucket of hot soapy water and washcloths.
Mike then instructed me to watch carefully whatever he did. He took one of the washcloths and dipped it into the bucket, wrung it out, and rubbed soap on it. Mike began washing Dawn's pussy, starting at the top, working his way down, being sure to get inside every crease, even pushing the wash cloth into her vagina and twisting it around. I then followed his lead, doing exactly the same thing to my wife's spread open pussy. I must admit I was delighted to see my wife's cunt flesh up this close. She had a large pink clitoris that protruded out of its hood and her labia lips were full and wet.
I was then instructed to pull the little hood back and scrub around the back edge of the clitoris, as that was where wetness and possibly foreign material might collect. It is also very important that the area is completely clean and free of any residue he told me. I saw that Dawn squirmed her butt when I did this to her, her lips clenched suppressing a little groan. "As you can see boy, this is very pleasurable for her. You're to shave her every morning. I like a nice smooth cunt."
"Now wring out the wash cloth like this," Mike said to me, "and then rub it over the pussy area thoroughly until it's free of excess moisture. Now drop down to the rectal area and do a good job of wiping her rectum, making sure to rub gently on her ass hole. Now we are going to the next phase of shaving," Mike said, pulling out a bottle of cream from the counter. "This thick cream is a gel that will make the shaving smooth and not leave any irritated skin. Scoop some of this into your hands and rub your hands together. Now take your hands and massage your wife's pussy, just like I told you." I rubbed my gel-laden hands up and down over Dawn's pussy, smoothing it into her clit, slipping some fingers into the opening of her vagina, swirling some into her asshole, massaging and rubbing up and down, back and forth, sometimes pulling her lips out of the way so he could firmly apply the gel on the surrounding areas.
"Let's get the razor out now." Her pussy was completely saturated with gel. I could tell she was dazed with feelings of pleasure. She waited anxiously to feel the scrape of the razor. Mike nodded to me and showed how to start at the top, shaving downward, slowly and carefully. "Pull each lip out towards you and shave the sides. Be sure you get any hairs that are growing inside the outer lips. You won't find any on the inner lips. It's very important to reach this area between the vaginal opening and the ass opening. When a woman bends over, if this are isn't shaven clean, stubble will be noticeable, and it isn't all that attractive. OK?"
I was careful and very hot.
"OK now remember that's your job from now on." Now come here and I'll show you another new task, it's time to improve your skills eh." Mike had me turn around on my knees where I was looking at his cock. Even half flaccid it was huge. The piss slit was wide enough to remind me of a cannon. Dawn was out of her chair and she gently lifted Mike's cock and held it up. "Now Bobby just take the head in your mouth and nurse it." I was eager to taste his cock again, it was better than when we were kids, in the back of my mind, I liked being told what to do.
"You know Dawn, I think there's a better way to break him in. Grab that glass bowl on the shelf. Bobby you hold the bowl with one hand and my cock with the other, aim it into the bowl." After a second Mike began pissing into the bowl very slowly. I admit to being fascinated by this with my head so close. "OK Bobby, stick your finger into the stream then suck it clean. Now lick my piss slit nice and slow." I lifted his cock to my mouth and ran my tongue into the slit tasting the pissy residue. The taste wasn't bad and the erotic feelings were overwhelming me.
Dawn told me to suck the head again and I did. I shouldn't have been surprised but I was as Mike slowly pissed into my mouth. I swallowed and he stopped. "That was pretty good boy but the proper technique is to leave your mouth half open, look at your Master's eyes, and gently squeeze his ass cheeks when you want more, then blink when your full. I like to watch my boys when they swallow, it's kind of like a flush. Go ahead Bobby, make us proud."
I was mesmerized, I squeezed his cheeks and looked into his eyes as he pissed in my mouth regulating the flow so I could take it. The taste wasn't bad and boy did I like being his urinal. He had that arrogant look again; the one I loved and hated. The taste wasn't bad and the shear eroticism of the act made me hot. "Look Mike he's hard, he likes being treated like this." She was right, I was horny.
"Why don't you get over to the toilet June, let's let him finish up with you." Mike soon had me kneeling in front of the toilet where June sat. The wooden toilet was made like fine furniture. The entire front was open and padded to within 3 inches of the water. I didn't doubt what it was designed for! "OK Bobby watch now. See that trickle of piss; don't you want to drink it? I didn't answer and Mike slapped me out of my stupor. "Yes, yes I want her piss" I said. Looking at her smooth, shaved cunt was mesmerizing. Mike told me to get in closer and I scooted into the neck holder as told. I was looking up at her cunt; it was like a toilet bowl view of her crotch. She began trickling piss out and it ran down into my mouth. "Get your head up closer and try not to spill any, after all sometimes you'll have to serve without the toilet apparatus." I happily lapped up the salty offering.
The next few days were a kind of blur, the sex never ended but I was happy. Mike told me that he was going on a cruise and a friend of theirs would continue my training. I thought I knew it all!
I was chained to a ring in the floor before they left. Mike had left me enough chain to move around and admonished me to listen and learn from their friend. "Don't think that you know it all, we think you're a natural slave personality but you have much to learn about serving us." They left and I contemplated how I had arrived in this position. I was naked and chained up in my own house. While my old friend took my wife on vacation I awaited a stranger who would train me! What a development.
The door opened and a man moved into the shadows in front of me. "From now on You're now to do exactly as I say. Do you understand?"
"Yes. I will." My answer sounded rather meek and must not have been up to his exact standards. "When I do let you speak, you are to end your words with "Sir." Do you understand." "Yes sir," I responded with my heart racing and my breaths becoming shorter. "I will address you as "boy." You'll have to earn the right to become my slave. Do you understand boy?" "Yes sir." "You know that Mike and Dawn want you to obey me and improve your technique don't you." "Yes Sir" I responded.
"Yes sir to what?" "Yes Sir, I, I am your boy," I blurted out. My response stunned me but as evidenced by my growing cock, I was becoming more and more aroused. The man unchained my wrist cuffs for me. "That's better boy. Now place your hands behind your head and close your eyes while I inspect your body. You are not to make a sound." "By the way, my name is Karl."
I closed my eyes and soon felt Karl's hands on my shoulders, stroking gently and in small concentric circles. The older mans hands then traveled down my back, Rubbing and tugging my skin. My cock was excited, more so now that his hands begin to lightly touch my balls.
Karl must have sensed my excitement for he abruptly stopped and
walked around to face me. My eyes were cast downward in embarrassment and excitement over my current predicament. "Look at me now boy," Karl said in a soothing tone. I looked into his eyes. "You are doing pretty well boy. It's time now to progress to the next step. I am going to blindfold you now." Karl turned around and opened a drawer from a table. He took out a brown leather blindfold, walked behind his boy and fastened the blindfold to my head tightly with the straps. He then removed a few other items, making sure that I heard him gathering the stuff. My sense of sound was heightened by losing my sight. Karl took my two leather cuffs and used a light chain to secure my wrists again behind my back. My leather collar completed my tethering.
Karl then faced me and ran his fingers gently over my chest. I felt him stroke my underarms and he was close enough that I inhaled his very essence. "You must not disappoint me boy." I didn't want to disappoint this man and again I complied with his firm order. I was quite surprised to feel Karl's index finger enter my mouth! My instinct was to try to dislodge the intruding finger but I knew that if I didn't follow his orders then I Mike would be displeased. I didn't know what to do and was relieved when Karl said, "I want you to suck on my finger now. If you are to ever be a good slave I want to see your dedication." I was more humiliated than I had ever been in my life but started to suck on the man's finger. I had the feeling that if I looked up I would see a wide grin on Karl's face as he continued to move his finger in and out of my mouth. After a few minutes he added a second finger. I had never experienced anything like this but was now learning what it was to truly submit. To be owned.
He took my hand then and walked me over to what used to be my leather chair. Karl sat down and guided me to kneel before him. I had no idea what to expect next and was both terrified and exited. I guess I continued to have mixed feelings about serving a man other than Mike. He was testing my limits of submission.
I felt him bend over and look at my little cock. I was flushed knowing that he could see my erection. I was beside myself with how erotic it was as he started the spanking. After the first dozen swats I knew Karl was determining just how his new boy was submitting to his control.
Karl looked into my eyes and saw that I had tear's forming. He stopped the spanking for the time being. "I'm very pleased with you boy," he whispered in a very comforting voice. "Do you remember the story of Robinson Caruso that you read in school, well your going to learn to live it. I'll train you as a manservant just like Friday. When I come out to this house you'll be here to serve me. I want to own you as surely as if I purchased you in a slave market, look at this picture, is that what you want?" It showed a ancient scene of a slave market with a bare breasted girl being examined by a potential buyer. My answer was muffled with tears but clearly he knew I was his. In a quiet, soothing paternal tone Karl said, "You did very well with this test. Your new owner is very, very satisfied."
I thought this humiliating ordeal was over. My assumption was drastically changed when I saw Karl putting on one-rubber glove, then the other. I then felt a cold substance being applied to my Asshole. "Have you ever had anything up your ass before boy?" "I, I've played with it with my little finger Sir. I haven't had anything up my ass in a long while." "That will soon change boy" as he pressed his now oily ,lubricated index finger into me, his new submissive. He left his finger entombed for a moment and then started to move it, very slowly, in and out. He continued to finger fuck me for a few minutes just manipulating my tight little asshole. He was trying to relax and loosen his boy. I felt like I had to make a bowel movement but the slow stroking against my prostate was Exhilarating. He added a second finger and continued my finger fucking for a few more minutes. He then added a third lubricated finger as I squirmed in discomfort. "Easy boy, easy now, take it easy." When he felt that I was ready, he removed his fingers from my now compliant asshole.
He picked up a black, medium sized, rubber butt plug and smeared more lubricant onto the anal invader. "Listen carefully now boy. We need to loosen you up but make no mistake about it this will hurt. If you want to please me, you will take all of it. Next time we'll clean your ass out but for now I just want you to push your ass out for me, show me how eager you are to please me." He placed the tip of the plug against my unwilling sphincter and left it there for a minute and then slowly began to push it inside my rectum. As he pushed the plug in and out, inching the tool in, I felt it spread my little asshole getting wider and wider. I continued to squirm and yelped in pain as Karl continued to push more of the invading object into me. I was near the end of my pain tolerance when I heard the encouraging words of my new owner "It's almost over now boy. You need to relax more because we're at the widest end of the plug."
I let out a loud groan as the plug finally reached its endpoint and closed around my extended sphincter muscle. I was moaning in agony and wanted to extract the plug from my hurting rectum but I knew better and just continued to whimper in pain as Karl removed the disposable gloves. He gently rubbed my buttocks and lower back, trying to comfort and calm me. He whispered encouraging words into my ear, knowing full well how much pain I, his boy was feeling. After a few minutes of trying to gain a little composure, he told me to get up and stand in front of him. I groaned in pain as I worked myself backward trying to get up without the use of my wrists, the plug dug deeper into my ass.
I stood there for a few minutes, head down, really into this new reality of submissive pain. Karl stood and moved behind me and detached the leather cuffs from my wrists, chaining them to the ring on my collar. He then placed his hands on my shoulders, motioning me to kneel. My thigh muscles strained, begging for relief, my ass still throbbed in pain from its invader, as I finally settled onto the floor. Karl moved in front of his kneeling boy and began to stroke my hair, wiping the sweat from my forehead. He placed his hand on my chin and motioned for me to look up at him. He stared at me for a moment, his green eyes pierced my soul. He then started to unbutton his jeans and let them drop to the floor. He wore no underwear, his cock was straining through the fly, needing relief. As he gazed at me, he placed his hands on the waistband of his jeans and pulled them down to his knees. His hard cock was now only inches from my closed mouth. His cock was truly massive; a good two inches larger than I had ever seen and was surrounded by light brown pubic hair. The huge purple head throbbed, veins protruding. "You have exceeded my expectations. You now have an small idea of what it is like to serve a real man. It is now time for you to fully service me. Open up your mouth boy."
My mouth opened and I felt the pulsing, live prick of yet another man on my lips. It was so much bigger than Mike's. I started to lick, tentatively at first, then with more passion. I began to move up and down on his huge meat using my lips and tongue. "Ahh. that's not bad boy," he exclaimed. "Now I'm half hard I want you to get used to it so take a good look at my cock - a real close look. Take your time, get familiar from really close up. Get your face up here really close to my balls." I did exactly as he said. "No, get closer - closer." My nose was within an inch of his cock and balls when he once again grabbed the back of my head and forced it in even closer, my mouth and nose touching his balls and gooey dick. "Now, take a deep breath and hold it in." I did the best I could with my face crammed into his crotch. The sweaty, musky smell of man-crotch hit my brain like a drug. My knees were hurting from the wood of the floor but I didn't care. I took one deep breath after another before I actually started to move my face around in his crotch, sniffing him good, moving over every inch as if I was trying to capture all of his smells without letting any escape.
Karl took one of his hands off the back of my head and positioned his cock so that it was lying across my face as I continued to root around in his crotch. I felt the sticky pre-cum start to ooze out over my forehead as I used my nose to lift up his balls and sniff under one and then the other. Something clicked in the back of my mind and I suddenly knew that I was in trouble, that I was hooked. "How do you like that boy, be honest with me." "It was awesome sir - the smell was incredible. I never thought something like that could get me so turned on." I was mortified to be saying those words, but even more embarrassed that they were the truth. Karl just glared at me for a few seconds before standing up and moving towards the door. "I'm going to get something in my bag. You stay right where you are...don't move a muscle. Do you understand?" I nodded that I did, but instead of leaving he just stood there looking at me. "I'm getting very tired of just watching you just nod at me. You have a voice boy ...use it."
"I understand Sir, I won't move or touch it." His control over me was growing. He was only gone for a few seconds before coming back out again with a small, black bag. He rummaged around in one of the side pockets and soon found the object of his search, he opened his hand to me showing me a tiny white capsule and a half-drunk beer. "Here, take this." "What is it?" "NO QUESTIONS! I'll tell you after you take it."
I reached up, took the tablet and washed it down with a swig of beer. "That was a tab of poppers, concentrated poppers. It will put you in a really nice place where You'll feel all the sensations tonight but won't analyze every goddamn thing like you have been so far. I actually think you will like it. It will take about 5 or so minutes or so to kick in. As he commanded I just squatted in front of him, panting and admiring his crotch. He gently lifted the half-swollen prick and pointed it at my face. "Open your mouth!" As I stared open-mouthed at his cock he moved forward and laid the head to rest on my lower lip, I felt rather than saw it suddenly begin to spew forth with a stream of hot piss the first blast of which went right in my open mouth. The hot piss was incredible and despite my humiliation it just felt right. After the initial blast Karl gently rubbed my head and told me to swallow. "That's right boy, gulp down your Master's piss, get used to that taste in your mouth, savor it, just like Mike showed you. Here comes some more, nurse it out of the head of my cock." I closed my lips over his cockhead and gently sucked as he slowly pissed in my mouth. I thought to myself; this is good and my Master is so considerate to let me keep up with the flow. When he finished he let me run my tongue into the piss slit to clean it. "You see boy, its more fun when your inhibitions are gone. Suck it a little now."
"Well, what are you waiting for? Get started already!" I painfully inched forward on my knees when I realized that he wasn't going to move at all. When I had finally covered the distance between us, I lowered my head and had almost arrived at his juiced-up cock when his hand grabbed my head and slowed my descent. "Just lick it a while first. You'll need instructions if you are going to make it as my boy." I stuck out my tongue and lowered my head further until it made contact with the smooth, reddish skin that covered his cockhead. I immediately tasted the salty funk of his precum as I used my tongue to probe deeper and deeper into his piss slit. I could sense that his cock was on the rise and heard him let out a little moan. I immediately tried to take the entire head of his cock into my mouth but was quickly pulled off again. "Are you deaf, boy? Look, I know you need this cock bad, but you WILL follow my instructions. I only told you to lick it. After what seemed a lifetime he pushed my face away.
"Open up now boy, ..you been wanting this haven't you?" I opened my mouth and felt about three inches of his steely hard cock slip into my mouth. He moaned and just held it there for a few seconds, telling me how hot my mouth felt around his cock. Holding my head firmly, he began to pump it up and down on his drippy man-meat, farther and farther down the shaft until the thick head began to hit the back of my throat. I felt the urge to gag each time it touched the back of my mouth but he really didn't care anymore. Tears began to well up in my eyes again. It was an automatic reflex when a person feels they are choking. Through those tears, it was easy to see that at least half of his cock was still outside my mouth. How far did he intend to go?
The answer came moments later when he pulled my face clear of his cock and held it firmly less than an inch away from the angry, flared head. At this range the piss slit looked like the mouth of a canon. In my haze I heard him say, "Take a long, really deep breath through your mouth..." As soon as he saw me begin to take the breath, he slammed my head viciously into his crotch, his cock only pausing slightly as it bumped the back of my throat before sliding down the relaxed opening. Of course, as soon as I realized what had happened my throat was no longer relaxed. I was gagging constantly as he held my head down in his pubic hairs, my throat convulsing over and over around the thick invader. "That's it boy...it's like your throat is trying to get my cock off all by itself. I'm proud of you boy, your throat was made for a man's cock - made to let a man sling his cum down there." Just as I felt that I was going to pass out, Karl raised my head up long enough for me to gasp for air. I could see thick, nasty strands of my saliva mixed with his precum gushing out of my mouth and down his thick shaft. It was the consistency of cum as it slipped nastily over his balls and ran down my leather chair. He then proceeded to thrust my head back down his shaft and even though he had a more difficult time ramming it past the back of my mouth and into my throat (he didn't have the element of surprise anymore) he still managed to slip all the way inside until my nose was once again buried in his hair bush. I gagged again, producing yet another thick, white glob of mucus to lubricate his cock for each successive thrust. He didn't hold me down on it as long this time before letting me up for air and then thrusting it back again. Soon he developed and settled into a long, slow, deep throat fuck and I was beginning to get a grip on my breathing, timing the breaths to occur at exactly the moment my mouth cleared the head of his cock. He was totally in control, never releasing my head for a second.
I knew that spit and precum were everywhere - I could see a thick puddle of white, foamy saliva dripping off his balls onto the floor. He continued his verbal teaching as well - "Yeah, now your using your mouth pussy...take my cock - take it all the way to the root, boy! You've been dreaming about this for years, haven't you? Thinking about a wet, big, cock sliding down your throat." His thrusts were becoming quicker now and I felt a new wave of swelling travel up his cock - I knew he was getting close to cumming. "Remember how you fucking rooted around my balls, boy? Well, now you're getting the whole thing right down your tight little throat, just like you always wanted. My big, thick cock - the same cock that pissed in your mouth is pounding your throat like it's fucking a pussy. Your throat is about to milk the sperm out of the nuts you licked and that makes you hot, doesn't it? Takes you right to the edge thinking about tasting my cum, doesn't it boy. Well, slave boy, get ready - here it comes!!!!"
Time slowed to a crawl as I felt his cock swell even larger stretching my mouth and the first violent wave of cum traveled up his shaft to empty far down my throat. Suddenly, With unbelievable quickness for a man in the middle of an orgasm, he pulled my head awkwardly backwards and moved to sit right on the edge of the sofa with the head of his cock less than an inch from my mouth. It shuddered again with nothing to hold it steady and spewed a second massive load all over my face and into my mouth. I was covered from my hairline down to my chin. A third blast coated my right cheek and quickly ran down to my chin, mingling with what was already there and gaining enough weight to slide off onto the floor.
I focused on the underside of his shaft and noticed it contract as yet another wave of his cum made its way to accumulate at his cockhead. He yanked my head backwards even further and looked down at me, smiled and spit into my open mouth. Poor slave boy hasn't gotten to taste any yet. Is that what you want, to taste my cum, your Master's cum?" Well beyond embarrassment by now, I eagerly nodded that I wanted it. He shook my head hard and calmly set me straight. "I told you not to nod at me use your mouth cunt to answer me, tell me what you want!"
"Please...Sir, I want to taste it so bad. Please don't waste it. I need to see what your cum tastes like. I've done everything you wanted tonight - please let me have it in my mouth." I was scared and excited at the same time. "Keep your mouth open, boy, here it cums ...ENJOY!" He held his still throbbing cock over my open mouth as he moved even closer to the edge of the couch and just let it sit there for a moment, temptingly, as his hand kept the skin pinched off, staring at me, watching my reaction. After what seemed like an eternity, he skinned his hand back and I got my first real taste of his load. It was amazing. The pent up cum ran out like a fountain directly into my waiting, hungry, mouth. The taste was incredible and I knew that I was hooked - everything he had said about me was true. I wanted to cry, I wanted to cum, I wanted to run away, I wanted to taste more of his cock - all at the same time. I closed my mouth and moved the thick, creamy, salty, cum of my new Master around with my tongue to coat the entire inside of my mouth, savoring the musky flavor and heat of his cum. He began to beat my face with his slimy cock, moving his cum all over my face before he released the back of my head. He knew I was hooked.