Slave Instruction Vignettes

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Slave instruction Vignettes

In the beginning:

I was lucky enough to get a job installing Computer networks and generally troubleshooting all things technology right out of school. It was great; I was a free agent on commission and had considerable free time while doing a job that I was actually interested in; it was all good.

I was directed out to an upscale suburb to install a new wireless modem, a very simple thing that was quick and profitable. The house set back from the street and was surrounded by a substantial wrought iron fence; it was well landscaped and quite posh. I got out and went up to the little gatehouse. There was an alpha-numeric keypad for entering a password and a call button that I pushed. The answering voice first asked if I was in Master Peter's service and when I said no he tersely asked the usual questions about my appointment. I was soon heading up the drive to the big house.

I was met at the door by a 30 year old guy clad only in gym shorts who said, "Master Peter is at the pool, follow me." The house was impressive but the pool area was simply luxurious. Half of the pool space was covered by an overhanging roof; it was all tiled and filled with mostly leather furniture. In the shaded area the owner sat on a huge red leather chair. I noted that he was about 45 years old and in pretty good shape, well maybe just a small bit pudgy. He had a white bathrobe on and was talking on the phone. My escort motioned me to a chair opposite the man I assumed was "Master Peter". I pondered why he was referred to as "Master" as he continued his phone conversation without as much as an acknowledgment of my presence right in front of him. I thought to myself, "what a rude bastard" as I waited.

He finally hung the phone up but then picked up a paper and started making notes on it. I'm usually not bashful but his actions were so off of the norm that I just sat silently and waited. After a few minutes he looked up at me and asked who I was and what did I want?

"My name is Bob and you called me in to install a new wireless setup" I explained. It was an uncomfortable few minutes before he answered, "I'm Peter and the servant who is presently servicing me is called Chris who is getting us some refreshments right now."

I couldn't help wondering about the presently servicing me statement but hell, it wasn't often that I went out on a job and was provided with refreshments. My escort, Chris arrived with a tray full of sodas and snacks. After we had our drinks I was again surprised that Chris just stood a few feet away with his hands behind his back and his head bowed. Peter and I made the usual small talk about the weather and such as we sipped our drinks. All of a sudden he opened his robe and snapped his fingers as he pointed to the floor in front of him. He was naked under the robe and had a very thick, long cock that wasn't quite hard. Chris bent over and slipped out of his shorts, fell to his knees in front of Peter and leaned in to lick his balls. It would be a gross understatement to say that I was surprised; it was one of those moments when you just can't believe that what you just saw was really what was happening. Like in a dream I heard Peter talking again, "you don't mind do you, I like to have a cocksucker pleasuring my cock while I talk, it's very relaxing." Chris was still just licking Peter's balls using his tongue to lift them as he ran it around the big ballsack. I was shocked but strangely also attracted; I couldn't stop staring, it was so very outrageous that I was entranced as Peter spoke.

"Chris isn't my best faggot but he tries very hard on his monthly visiting day. Like most of my suck boys he knows that he can only come back if he pleases me. At first he was like all the others, shy and very nervous. It's quite tiresome really but I know that their cocksucking skills can only be honed after you break through the shell of shyness that we all have but cocksuckers must conquer. Look at Chrissy here; he no longer worries about who sees him with my cock in his mouth, he now seeks out the humiliation that's part of being a good cocksucker. Isn't that right Chrissy?"

Chris had a bit of trouble but was able to choke out a yes Sir even with a mouth full of Peter's cock. the whole scene was troubling; it was very obvious that Chris was servicing Peter of his own free will, there was no cohesion here. I relaxed a little watching Peter get sucked off; as I sipped my wine he took Chris by the ears and told him to take a deep breath. He then pulled Chris forward plunging his cock into his throat; of course Chris gagged as his throat was plugged but Peter held his head down by his ears. Finally he let his sputtering, gasping cocksucker up. I was strangely touched as Peter reached down and Bobbyted Chris's head saying, "there, there, Chris, good boy, it's not so easy for every boy to do."

As Chris caught his breath Peter said, "It takes quite a bit of dedication before a boy can take a whopper cock like mine right down to the balls. Chrissy here has visited me for training three times but still hasn't mastered it. It's interesting though that he keeps coming back for another try. I've got a little stable of cocksuckers who make appointments to visit and get a little training as they service me. Oh hell, where are my manners, would you like to have Chrissy suck your cock, of course you would. Chrissy, get over to our guest and blow him." Before I could refuse Chris was on his knees fishing my cock out. I didn't think fast enough to object and actually had to admit that his mouth felt wonderful on my prick. This wasn't just a quick blow job; Chris was licking and sucking my cock like he was worshipping a deity. Peter was talking to me now, "it feels good doesn't it Bob, there's nothing more relaxing than having a suck-boy mouthing your cock is there? Did you notice how eager he is, you can't get a female slut to worship your prick like that, they always give you the impression that they are doing you a favor while a guy sucking you off only wants to please you. I think that's enough of a sample for now Chrissy, get us some more wine now."

I thought to myself, what the hell, I didn't get to cum and what was this "sample" crap. The wine was good though and I was getting a little buzz as Chris again began mouthing Peter's cock. I must have been staring again as I heard Peter laugh as he said, "it's very hard not to watch when there's a cocksucker performing; you don't have to sneak peeks, I know you're interested, it's a very natural thing." I didn't know how natural it was but he was right, I was interested in watching Chris suck him off. In the back of my mind I had some doubt about the natural part as I watched Peter's boy service him. The wine was getting to me now and when Peter suggested that I could get a better view if I got on the floor it actually sounded like a good idea. Peter had this nice, deep voice and he spoke it was so soft that you had to listen very carefully.

"You should get on the floor Bob, you'll have a much better view there. Don't worry there's no one here but the three of us so don't be embarrassed by your curiosity. Lots of guys are curious about cocksucking."

On the floor I had a good view of Chris's lips going up and down on that big cock; I liked watching and that embarrassed and excited me. You know the thoughts that go through your head when you're falling asleep, well mine involved sex with a guy! While I always been heterosexual, I have for years wondered what it would be like to give another man a blow job. Even though never acted on this curiosity has resulted in an ongoing fantasy about what this experience would be like.

It seemed that Peter's cocksucker was giving me a little show now; he was now taking Peter's cock deep in his throat, he then gagged and pulled up until just the cockhead was in his mouth for his nursing lips. Peter had a very thick cock of about seven inches and I had a great view. I wondered what it would feel like to have this shaft in my mouth but I was really curious about how Chris continually forced himself to choke and gag on this cock; it must have been very uncomfortable but he kept trying to swallow it all. I was listening to Peter talk in his quiet, forceful tone; it was hypnotic.

"It's quite a show isn't it Bob; Chris is now a very eager suck-boy but he wasn't always this eager. You know that tendencies towards submission can be enhanced but not really taught. A suck-boy usually creates a kinda bubble around his natural need to provide service to the cocky, alphas he meets. He fights hard to keep his needs secret lest he be called a faggot or cocksucker. He needs to be mastered and shown that the clearest Bobbyh to his own happiness and fulfillment is just to let himself go and kneel in submission to his betters. You know that throughout history there were always boys and men born to service the alpha-males of their time. These very personal servants went by many names, man-servant, favorite-boy, suck-boy, faggot or cocksucker. In antiquity they were often accepted as what they were, accomplished mouth cunts that allowed the aristocracy to enjoy the pleasures that only a male suck-boy can deliver. In any event true submissives must somehow be led past the humiliation of sucking another man's cock. They have to let themselves go to finally be fulfilled as they admit to themselves that they were created simply to suck cum out of better men's cocks and all they need now is a teacher." Peter's voice was memorizing and between the very erotic suck show so close to me and his quietly forceful tone I couldn't help but consider just what my secret thoughts really meant. "Chrissy here somehow found out about my "visiting cocksucker" program and I Bobbyiently led him into acknowledgment of who he really is. He was very reluctant at first but once his lips closed on my cockhead he was hooked. Like all of my boys the only two of us initial privacy helped as did my training aids. I think you're a little bit curious Bobby; Chrissy, let him have just a little taste."

He called me Bobby, where did that come from? Chris is holding out that big, thick cock for me; it's glistening with saliva, what the hell should I do? I sputtered out that I wasn't gay and just wasn't interested." "I think you're very interested Bobby, hell you've been watching my cocksucker for a long time considering you're not interested. I know you're not gay but maybe you'd like to just experience what a cock tastes like; it'll be a little like trying sushi or licking a cunt for the first time, just a taste. By the way have you fantasized about licking the hot cum from a fresh-fucked cunt? You don't have to answer that, just think about it."

For whatever reason I had to admit that he was right; I wanted a little taste. Chris moved over still holding out Peter's prick for my "taste". I knelt between his legs and wrapped my hand around his Cock and tentatively stuck my tongue out and gave his manhood a broad licking stroke just before I took that large mushroom head of cock into my mouth. In the background I heard Peter take a breath. That deep intake of air gave me either some renewed confidence or just a good feeling of accomplishment; I opened my mouth just wide enough to take in the head and tried to suck on it as you would a piece of candy but found it was too large to pull that off. I moved my tongue around in a frantic motion. This was the first time that I had tasted a cock in her mouth and I found it rubbery soft, quite unlike anything else. I had always thought it was demeaning but now as I knelt before him and had a small taste I found that I craved it. The only issue was that I didn't quite know what to do. The feeling of his thick meat on my tongue made me hungry in a way I had never felt before. I licked and nibbled to my heart's content wanting to take more of it but thought it'd be impossible.

I could tell that Peter reveled in the feeling of my mouth. He had to love how innocently I worshiped my first cock, as if it were my favorite activity. I felt Peter patting my head as he said, "that's a good boy Bobby; you're a good boy for your Master."

Master, what the hell was that about I thought as I ran my tongue around his cockhead.

"You suck cock like a little school girl Bobby; in fact your blow job bores me. You don't have to feel bad about it though; I'll train you how to correctly service your Master's cock. It's time for Chrissy to leave, he's got a long drive to his home. Let's see him to the door." Chris was dressed and as we got to the front door he slumped to his knees in front of Peter, fished his cock out of the bathrobe folds and licked and kissed the head before he got up and left. "Isn't that a nice way to show his Master respect, Peter asked?" I had to acknowledge that it was and I nodded yes. Peter closed his robe and we went into the kitchen for a snack. He had that friendly, casual manner that can't be faked and it put me at ease, almost forgetting what I had done just a short hour ago. As we talked I thought "what a nice guy."

It was a bit of a mood breaker when we were discussing a local crime incidence, almost in mid-sentence he just said, "strip off all your clothes Bob." It was done without a preamble but phrased strongly as more of an order than a suggestion. I was taken back and perhaps just confused but in the end I just meekly complied until I got to my jockey shorts. "Why did you stop Bobby, I told you to strip." I can't really remember the why of it but in the end I did as he had ordered and soon was standing naked in front of the couch. Peter said, "there Bobby, isn't that more comfortable for you; aren't you happier admitting to yourself that being naked for a man excites you, think about it? You can sit down and relax while you finish your drink."

I had to admit that Peter was right, being naked seemed right. I don't know exactly when I noticed that I was a bit different from the other guys. To be sure I liked sports and beer but I wasn't quite as excited by the ladies. Well here I am in my twenties standing naked in front of an older man. Peter was friendly and not at all the stern guy you think of as a Master. I couldn't help noticing a large colorful painting on the wall. It showed an ancient slave market scene with a bare breasted girl being examined by a potential buyer. It was hung very prominently on the wall. He caught my gaze and said, "those must have been the days, when you could saunter down to a market and purchase the slave of your choice. Once the deal was done the slave was owned just like a pony or dog. I think you like that thought and that painting." I must have nodded approval which triggered a little chuckle.

As we both sipped our drinks we continued chatting about last nights baseball and the weather; all very innocuous. "Tell me Bobby, when did you realize that you wanted to serve a guy?" I kind of stammered out a reply as the question confused me; I wasn't at all certain that that's what I wanted.

"Don't worry it's all right, some guys are meant to be dominant and others are happiest being submissive. Nothing to be ashamed of, I'll try to lead you into a life that will make you very happy but you'll have to let yourself go. You'll have to listen and obey me without question. Are you willing to try Bob?"

It didn't make sense but the combination of the booze, soft strong voice and the erotic setting confused me, I stammered out an immediate "Yes, yes I am."

"I've really never had a novice as inexperienced as you are, usually my boys are a little experienced, no matter, it'll all work out, trust me. Lets see what I've bought, stand up now boy." What the hell, "what he had bought", what was I getting into I thought as I stood up for him.

I stood there naked with him walking around me and shivered yet the room wasn't cold.

"Open your mouth wide, that's it now stick out your tongue." He had his hand in my mouth, his fingers stroked across my tongue. "I want you to suck on my finger now. If you are to ever be my good boy I have to see your dedication."

I was more humiliated than I had ever been in my life but started to suck on the his finger. I looked up and could see a wide grin on Peter'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 be a true submissive; it was hot.

"Bend over now Bobby, that's right, spread your legs. Now reach around and pull your ass cheeks apart so I can see your asshole. Not bad Bobby, you've got a nice ass. Ok straighten up now. How did you feel when I was looking at your asshole?" "I don't know exactly, it was humiliating yet it made me tingle a little" I replied.

"That's a good sign boy, from now on begin calling me Sir and thinking of me as just someone you want to serve. Got it boy"

"Yes Sir" I said quickly.

"I can see that your little cock is hard so I guess you do like this kind of treatment, good. Get on your knees now Bobby, see how that feels to you; I've found that boys like Chris are happiest there and I think you will also." As I fell to my knees he told me to just imagine what I would be doing in the future in this position. "Now put you head on the rug and stick your ass up, that's right, stick it out. I've always believed that this position most emphasizes just what your status as my boy really is. To start your service training it's best that you be constrained and now it's time to cuff you so you'll know just who you are owned by. Ok boy it's time, put your hands behind you." It was strange, I was kind of in a trance as I meekly obeyed.

Peter proceeded to lock on leather cuffs and a collar. Each of the cuffs had a large steel ring as part of it. When he clamped my wrists behind my back I truly felt like a slave, this is what it must have been like in ancient times when people where bought and sold like cattle I thought.

"I like my boys to be restrained most of the time there in training, remember that throughout history being a slave means having no choice except to serve and obey. Most boys like you get to enjoy not having to make any decisions. Let me put this collar on you now. It's a fact that cocksuckers like you serve best when they are restrained. Of course your hands will be free to serve me when that's required". As he rattled the chain holding the cuffs together behind my back and locked my collar on I felt for all the world a slave. I was embarrassed but yet I knew that this was where I belonged.

I had never realized how helpless you are when your hands are locked behind you. When he put a short chain between my ankle cuffs and I was hobbled I really knew what the word restraint meant. "Go ahead walk a little for me boy.. From now on you are going to be kept in chains unless I want you to use your hands. It's part of your training." I knew that I must have looked foolish as I did the little mincing walk that my hobbled ankles made me do.

"There are of course a few rules to start you off on; I want you to maintain eye contact whenever you are being handled or servicing me. If you are in a room and I enter then you're to fall and prostrate yourself at my feet. When your told to get into position for an examination then you're to stand with your legs wide spread and if your hands are free put them behind your head. In all of these cases you're to lower your eyes unless we instruct you differently. Your to be my body slave serving me for sex whenever and in whatever way I want. Your body will be trained in all the ways that I like sex, oh yes there will be training." Now it was time. Peter was satisfied with me and ready to go ahead with my training.

" You must realize that as a personal slave sucking your Owner's cock is an absolute must. After all having a skilled cocksucker is very pleasurable for your Master and pleasing him has to be your only goal. Eventually your mouth will salivate when you see a man's cock; your mouth will feel empty without a cock in it.

I want you to suck me off now so I can evaluate your skill, I'd like to get the top cream off anyway." I did my best but Peter had to jerk off his cum into my mouth, my first taste of a man's salty, creamy ball juice. I wasn't able to make him cum with just my mouth. I could tell he was disappointed with me and strangely felt bad about it.

"That wasn't bad for your debut blowjob Bobby, now you understand where you fit in the grand scheme of things. It becomes a lot easier once you've sucked the man who owns you off. The drama's gone; you now understand that it's natural for you to submit to a man. Hell, in every relationship there's a subordinate, a submissive. You can let yourself go now. Why don't you scrunch down on the floor, no get over between my legs? Lick my balls while I try to explain where were going. A cocksucker must absolutely submit to his Master."

Without my hands I used my tongue to lift and lick his big balls. "Ahhh, that feels nice. Well now we know that you're a cocksucker, in fact you're my cocksucker. You've had your first taste of my cum, now it's time to train you. I feels good to have a boy washing my balls with his tongue.

"Ahhh that's very nice. What I'm after now is frankly a body slave like those old Roman dudes used to use. They would take a young slave boy and train him to service them in every way. If they needed to piss their boy just opened his mouth, if they wanted their asshole licked the boy stuck his tongue out. I kind of talked you into sucking me off at first but I did notice that you got a nice hardon and in fact you're hard now from licking my balls for me, boy. Yeah that's it, show me how much you enjoy it cocksucker".

I was licking him eagerly by then. "Get down under my balls now", and it was then I found the spot right where his ass crack begins and began to mouth and tongue him there. Gosh I have to admit that the musky male taste and smell of him down there was wonderful, it was so erotic.

"You know Bobby this is great, I often have to cum a few times a day and you're going to enjoy taking it each time. Cunt is nice but so high maintenance. You have to romance them, talk nice and listen to their girly chatter. With a suck boy all I have to do is teach him what I like. Fucking a cunt is great and I'll still do it but a nice, warm mouth has a tongue in it to caress and worship my cock. I'm kind of interested in what you think about all this, I need to know so I can train you properly. Were you excited when my cock went into your mouth, what were you thinking?

I stammered and muttered that it was Ok. Peter rewarded my reticence with a very hard slap across my cheek. "Do what I ask, think and be honest." Through a quiet sob I responded. "At first I resented your even thinking of me as that kind of guy."

"What kind of guy, be explicit or you'll be punished and from now on call me Sir."

"Thinking of me as a cocksucker Sir, I was mad at myself for calling you Sir yet I felt this odd little tingling that didn't go away. I was confused because I didn't fight, didn't really want to fight. Once it was in my mouth I just did what comes naturally."

"Of course you did. Your mouth is like a cunt, a cunt with a tongue. You know the only reason cocksuckers like you have tongues are to lick a man's ass and balls. Tell me how did you like your first taste of cum?"

He called me cunt mouth! I was insulted and yet excited by this talk. "It was Ok, at first I was scared but it just shot into my mouth and I swallowed."

"No, what did it taste like, answer me?"

"It was creamy and thick, kind of salty, I think I liked it Sir."

"That's good because you'll be getting lots of it from now on, I like to get sucked off 3 or 4 times a day and take medicine to increase my cum production; you'll be my cum dump. What I'm looking for is a body servant like the old Romans had. In their day they trained a slave to serve all their needs. This boy would dress them, wash their bodies, suck them off, drink their piss, whatever was needed. Is that for you Bobby, do you want to be my cocksucker? Tell me what you're thinking boy."

"Oh yes, I want to be your cocksucker Sir" I replied.

"You've exceeded my initial expectations. You now have an inclination of what it's like to serve a man. It's now time for you to fully service me. Open up your mouth Bobby."

I was too much into this new experience to stop now but what more could there be to "fully service" him. Sir put his hands on the back of my head and guided it to his erect cock. "Don't put it in your mouth, lick it, just get used to it this time."

My mouth opened and I again felt the pulsing live prick of another man, my owner, on my lips. 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 own dick suddenly became painfully hard. My knees were hurting from 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. Peter 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 precum 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 yourself."

"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. Master just glared at me for a few seconds before standing up and moving towards the sliding glass 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 understand Sir, I won't move." 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 then opened his hand to me showing me a tiny red capsule and a glass of water, "take this."

"I'll tell you what it is after you take it." I reached up, took the tablet down with a single swallow. "That was a popper pill. It will put you in a really mellow mood. You'll feel all the usual sensations but won't be over thinking each and every one. It'll free you of inhibitions and help you to become the cocksucker you were born to be.

"Now it's time to learn how to fully service a cock. Up to now you've only played around sucking like a teenage girl. Most superior men want to fully enjoy their cocksucker, make his mouth merely an extension of their cock. When you're fully trained you'll be able to take a horse cock down your gullet without gagging. Don't worry everyone has to start someplace."

"This is a training bench. Notice the mechanism that raises it to a man's crotch height and how narrow it is. Once the cocksucker trainee is strapped in and it's raised and tipped to a comfortable angle your owner can straddle it fuck your throat as deep as he wants. It'll require your full attention."

Peter was very solicitous about my comfort as I scurried onto the bench. He had me hang my head over the edge then raised it to put a thin pillow under it. "You'll be training for a while so you might as well be comfy." I was apprehensive as he fastened the leather straps around me but soon I was securely held in place. There was a little whirling noise and I was moved into his crotch height and tilted down a bit.

"Ah that's nice boy, you look good nicely trussed up for me. Open your mouth for me; show me the mouth you want me to fuck." I opened wide and Peter ran his fingers in my mouth again, letting me suck them gently. "Interesting boy, you're a natural at this, your little cock is hard as a rock. You like this."

Peter took his robe off and I could see his crotch from my upside down perch. From this close and very vulnerable angle his prick head looked like a club head. I was very nervous, very excited.

"Open your mouth as wide as you can now boy, that's right. I'm fitting a mouth guard behind your teeth. It'll keep your mouth open wide and prevent you from biting down as I open up your gullet. You'll notice that you'll be dripping copious amounts of saliva, that's normal, get used to it.

"Suck it a little now. Just lick it a while first. You'll need instructions if you are going to make it as my suck boy." I stuck out my tongue and 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 once again on the rise and heard him let out a soft 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 want 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 needing this for your entire life haven't you; it's what you were made for?"

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 his drippy man-meat in and out of my mouth, 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, 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 his cockhead viciously into my mouth, his sticky 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 pubes, 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 he 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 his crotch. 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 pubic bush. I gagged again, producing 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 settled into a long, slow, deep throat fuck and I was beginning to get a grip on my breathing, timing my 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 you're 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.

"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 will soon piss in your mouth is pounding your throat like its 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. It shuddered again and spewed a second massive load into my mouth. He pulled out a bit and a third blast coated my right cheek and quickly ran down to my chin, mingling with the drippings 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 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 your cum again so bad.

"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 my head on the edge of the bench 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 a full 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. I knew I was hooked; I was now a cocksucker.