KARL BREAKS ME IN
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CAST: Karl, Master----Pat, the boy, me
Inspection and acceptance.
I don't know exactly when I noticed that I was a bit different from the other guys. To be sure I liked sports, dirty jokes and beer but I wasn't quite as excited by the ladies as my peers.
Well here I am, now in my twenties answering ads on Craig's list posted by an older man seeking a male servant. We did the e-mail, get to know you thing for a few days when I got an e-mail with his address and a terse sentence telling me when to be there. He also included his impression of who I was in this final "get-to-know-you" e-mail; it was jarring to realize that it was spot on.
Karl's final E-mail to me: "You now know who owns you Cocksucker? That's right you've admitted you're a cocksucker and you want to come to my house to service me. As of now I own your pathetic ass and never forget it. I put you in the place where you crave to be; simply at my command and totally degraded. I'll soon take your manhood because as of now you have no power. , Like all of your Alpha-male betters; I get off doing it and that's why I'll do it to you. Always remember that I saw that I could control you totally because I saw that in your secret mind you believe that you're just a faggot to be used by men. You know you're true place is to be submissive, dominated by a real man. You can't change it, because you're addicted to it. When f our session is over you'll think of how embarrassed and humilated you feel and know you're home. Oh, you'll surely feel the anger surge inside of you. You'll hate me and love me at the same time. You'll become ever more desperate for degradation and hate yourself for the perverted, pathetic half-man you actually are. A man who ultimately must do what he's ordered to do. You'll often find yourself yet again on your knees with a cock in your mouth, your face crammed into the gut of another male who's pounding his dick into your throat while using your masochistic mind and faggot mouth to get his rocks off. And worst of all know in your heart that you want it. You can't live without it."
"Think about what I've said; see you soon little Faggot, Karl"
His very frank analysis of how he saw me made me aware that I was actually the submissive boy he wanted. There was no escaping it after reading his e-mail. In the back of my mind I had always known that I was actually a docile cocksucker who wanted someone to take control and use me.
I ruminated over this for a little while then responded simply, "yes Sir, I'll be there on time as you requested."
He lived in quite a grand neighborhood outside of town. I wondered just What I was getting myself in for as I rang the bell. "Come in, come in" I heard from inside. As I crossed the threshold a stray thought went thru my head; it was really erotic to be greeted so very normally at the door when we both were so very aware of just why I was here and knowing that I would soon have a mouthful of his cock. Karl was actually the perfect host, friendly and solicitous.
As I was walking in I noted that the whole thing really was quite different, the light was very dim in the large room and the rugs were soft and plush. The most important difference was that Karl seemed friendly and not at all like the stern guy on the internet who had ordered me here.
"Let me get you a beer son, here sit down." I noticed that he was wearing a robe and there was a porno flick playing on the large screen TV on the wall; it wasn't hard to identify the genre as hardcore as the scene was a young guy being ever so slowly fed cock. it was well filmed and the apprehension on the boy's face was very apparent.
I noticed a large colorful painting on the wall. It graphically showed an ancient slave market scene with a bare breasted girl being closely examined by a potential buyer who had his hand in her mouth as you might if you were buying a pony. It was hung as prominently on the wall as if it was a Picasso. He caught my gaze and spoke, "those must have been the days eh, when you could just saunter down to an outdoor market and purchase the slave of your choice. Once the deal was done the slave was owned by you just like it was a pony or dog. I think you like that thought and that painting." I must have nodded approval which triggered a little chuckle from him.
As we both sipped our beer we chatted about last night's baseball and the weather; it was all very innocuous as we kinda ignored that the reason why I was here was to suck his cock.
Finally he smiled and said, "Tell me Pat, when did you realize that you wanted to service a man?" The question shocked me and I kind of stammered out a reply, "it's been in the back of my head for awhile Sir but lately it's all I can think about."
"Don't worry it's all right, some guys are meant to be dominant and others are happiest being submissive. These subby guys just have more of the "girly" estrogen juice; it's nothing to be ashamed of; it just happened like blue eyes or big feet. I'm going to 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 that Pat?"
"Yes, yes I am Sir" I said.
"I've never had a novice as inexperienced as you are but I'm sure it'll all work out, trust me. Let's begin by you taking off all your clothes, let's see what I've bought."
Bought, bought what the hell did he mean by that, I thought? I stood up and began to strip. I stopped when I got to my jockeys. "No Pat, you didn't listen, strip means strip to totally naked."
As I stood there naked with him walking around me I shivered yet the room wasn't at all cold. Being viewed like a potential slave while naked was erotic and also just awful. The slave girl painting was in my head now.
"Open your mouth wide, that's it now stick out your tongue." He had his hand in my mouth as his fingers stroked across my tongue. "I want you to suck on my finger now. If you're to ever become my 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 older man's finger. I saw that Karl had a wide grin as he continued to move his finger in and out of my mouth, over my tongue. 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 submissive to an Alpha-male like Karl. The humiliation of it all was exciting.
After a bit he pulled his fingers out and smiled at me just as he slapped me hard across the face; to say that it was unexpected would be an understatement. I gasped with surprise as Karl still smiling said, "That was just to show you where you are in the food chain son,"
With a smirk he said, "Bend over now Pat, that's right, spread your legs. Now reach around and pull your ass cheeks apart so I can see your little asshole. Not bad Pat, you've got a nice ass, almost like a girl's. Ok that's enough boy, straighten up now. How did you feel when I was looking at your private, little asshole?"
"I don't know exactly Sir, I'm confused; it was very humiliating yet it made me tingle all over."
He answered, "I see your little cock is hard, that's a good sign boy, from now on always call me Sir or Master and start thinking of me as your owner. Got it boy"
"Yes Sir, I understand Sir."I said.
Karl said, "Your little cock looks eager so I guess you do like this kind of treatment, it feels natural to you, good. Get on your knees now and see how that feels to you." As I fell to my knees he told me to just imagine what I would be doing in the future in this position.
He continued, "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 cock slave status really is. Now it's time to cuff you so you'll know just who you are owned by. Stand up now boy and put your hands behind you."
My new owner 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 were bought and sold like they were cattle.
Karl used his soft, assertive voice as he said, "I like my boys to be restrained most of the time, you have to always remember that being a slave means having no choice except to serve and obey me. Most boys like you get to like not having to make any decisions; it frees a boy like you to just revel in the humiliation. Let me lock this collar on you now. In most cases I'll want you chained with wrist and ankle cuffs. I've found that it's a fact that cocksuckers serve best when their restrained. Of course your hands will be free to serve me when that's required but it'll be my call".
As he rattled the chain holding the cuffs together behind my back and locked my collar on I knew that this was where I belonged; I heard myself actually whimper as I thought of that slave girl in the painting.
I had never before 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 truly realized what the word "restraint" meant. It was so much more humiliating as you realized that you were firmly in the complete control of another man.
"Go ahead walk a little for me boy. From now on you're going to be kept in chains unless I want you free and loose." I knew that I must have looked foolish as I did the little mincing walk that my hobbled ankles forced me into.
Master Karl smirked as he spoke, "There are of course a few rules to start you off on; I want you to maintain eye contact whenever you're being handled or you're 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 lock them behind your head. In all of these cases you're to lower your eyes unless you're instructed to do it differently. You're to be my pussyboy 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 lots of training."
To be a Cocksucker: "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 is always your only goal. Eventually your mouth will salivate whenever you see a man's cock; your mouth will feel empty without a cock filling it. Now I want you sucking me off quick so I can evaluate your skill level, I'd like to get the top cream off anyway."
I did my best but Karl, my new Master, had to jerk off his cum into my mouth, I couldn't make him cum with just my mouth. I could tell he was disappointed but he seemed to at least understand that I wanted to be a good cocksucker for him but I now realized that I badly needed instruction.
Master Karl quickly regained control of himself as he pumped three more squirts into my mouth, he then just left his cock to rest on my tongue. My mouth is chocked full of a pleasant combination of warm jism, saliva and hot cock. I manage to slowly get all the cum down my throat and eventually he withdraws his cock; I marveled that it was still mostly erect.
Karl visibly relaxed as he just sits there for a while, his balls resting just by my lips and his cock dripping on the rest of my face. "Did you swallow son?" he asks.
"Yes, I did Sir."
"Good. Did you like the taste? You better get used to it because man-cum is going to be a big portion of your diet from now on. It makes little difference if it's called cum, jizm or semen; for boys like you it's tasting is the ultimate act of submission."
I stammered out an answer for him, "It was good Sir, it was very thick and much tastier than I had hoped."
"That wasn't too bad a suckoff son, now you understand where you fit in the grand scheme of things. It becomes a lot easier once you've sucked a new owner off for the first time. The dramas gone and you now understand that it's simply natural for boys like you to submit to servicing a man; it's a fact that after all is said and done it's the natural order of things. Hell, in every relationship there's a subordinate-submissive. Now that you've tasted my cum you can let yourself go; you now know what you are and that'll free you. Why don't you scrunch down on the floor now and shuffle over between my legs? Rub my feet and I'll try to explain where were going. You know that you're a cocksucker and a cocksucker must absolutely submit to his Master, it all sounds simple but there's so much more to it."
I lifted his leg and began massaging his foot. "Ahhh, that feels nice son. Well now we know that you like servicing cock; that in fact you're my cocksucker since you've enjoyed your first taste of my cum; now it's time to train you to perform as I want. Do between my toes now then clean them up with your tongue" he told me.
"That's very nice son, you know I always thought you would make a great pussyboy when we first began conversing. Now I'm old enough to know that I can get whatever I want just by going after it. What I'm after now is frankly a body slave like those old Roman dudes used to use, in effect a kinda house pet. They would take a young slave boy and train him to service them in every way and I mean 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 thru sucking me off at first but I did notice that you got a nice hardon and in fact you're hard now. Enough with my feet, lick my balls for me now boy. Yeah that's it; show me how much you enjoy being my cocksucker".
I was licking him as eagerly as a dog in heat by then. "Get down under my balls now", 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 crotch down there was wonderful, it was so erotic.
"You know boy, this will work out great, I often have to cum a few times a day and you're going to service my cock each time. Cunt is nice but broads are so high maintenance. You have to romance them, talk nice and listen to their endless chatter. With a pussyboy all I'll have to do is teach you what I like and you'll perform. Fucking a cunt is great and I'll still do it but a nice, wet warm mouth has a tongue in it to caress and worship my cock. That's a skill set you'll eagerly be learning because it's what I want."
"I'm kind of interested in what you think about all of this; I need to know your innermost thoughts to 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. My new owner rewarded my reticence with another very hard slap across my cheek. "Do what I ask, think and be honest boy."
Through a quiet sob I responded. "At first I resented your even thinking of me as that kind of guy, the sissy kind. It's not an excuse Sir but it's been hard to wrap my head around not being an exactly "normal" man."
"What kind of guy, be explicit or you'll be punished and from now always be completely honest with your thoughts." He said.
I responded, "Thinking of me as a cocksucker Sir, I was mad at myself for seeing you as superior yet I felt this odd little tingling that didn't go away when that thought passed thru my head. I was confused because I didn't fight it, didn't really want to fight it actually. Once a cock was in my mouth I just did what comes naturally; I didn't have to think about it. There's nothing that has quite the texture of cock, I liked it. Once I admitted to myself that I really liked my mouth being stuffed with cock I realized just how humiliating this all was. It took a while to finally admit that the humiliation was a big part of my new reality. You had said in one of the e-mails that at some point I'd be loaned out to your "club" and just thinking about kneeling in a group of guys while each presented his cock to me for service made me hard. The idea of being watched veered from awful to wonderful in my thoughts; I guess you could say that I'm conflicted Sir."
Karl said with his sly little smirk;"I'm proud of you son, those deep thoughts will eventually free you to be the cockslave you were born to be. You'll come to see that your mouth is just another cunt, a cunt with a tongue. The only reason cocksuckers like you have tongues is to enable you to lick a man's ass and balls. Tell me again son, how did you like your first taste of cum?"
Cunt mouth, he called me! I was insulted and yet excited by this talk I thought as I answered. "It was better than OK Sir, at first I was scared but it just shot into my mouth and I swallowed as you told me to."
"No son, that's not enough, what did it taste like, answer me honestly now?"
"It was creamy and thick Sir, kind of salty, it was a bit like yogurt yet yogurt doesn't spurt out of a cock; I can honestly say it wasn't anything like I expected or that I've ever tasted. The cummy taste lingered on my tongue for a while and reinforced my cocksucker status; I think I liked it Sir."
Once again that sly smirk as he said, "That's good because you'll be getting lots of it from now on, I like to keep my cock in a warm, wet mouth most of the time and you'll be my daily cum dump. As I've said, what I'm looking for is a body servant like the old Romans had; a docile cumslit who knows that his place in life is ultimately on his knees before his superior. In the old Roman days they trained a slave to serve all their needs. Their boy would dress them, wash their bodies, suck them off, drink their piss, whatever was needed. Is that for you Son, do you want to be my cocksucker? Tell me what you're thinking boy."
"Oh yes, I want to be your cocksucker Sir; I know I'm not good at it just yet but even so it feels right; I now know how much I need it."
"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. It'll be another skill set for you; Open up your mouth boy."
I was too much into this new experience to stop now but what more could there possibly 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 really used to it this time."
My mouth opened and I again felt the pulsing live prick of a man, now 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. "Ahhh, that's not bad boy," he exclaimed. "Now that I'm half hard I want you to get completely used to it so take a good look at my cock, a real close look; cock is going to be your favorite subject from now on. 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 were 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 super-strong 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. Sir 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 truly hooked on prick.
Karl lifted his legs and smiled down at me between them. I didn't have to be told what to do; I stuck my nose between his ass-cheeks and sniffed at his asshole.
"How do you like that boy, be honest with me."
"It was awesome sir; the smell was just incredible. I never thought something like that could get me so turned on; I never even thought of getting this close to another man's asshole." 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 door. "I'm going to get something in my bag. You stay right where you Are, son, understand?"
"I understand Sir, I won't move." I realized then that 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 capsule and a glass of water, "take this" he said.
"What is it Sir?"
"I'll tell you after you take it; you have to trust me, I know what's best for you." I was in way too far to back out now; I reached up and swallowed the tablet down with a single gulp.
Karl smiled and said, "That was a popper pill son. It'll put you in a really mellow mood. You'll feel all the usual sensations but they'll be heightened and you won't be over thinking everything I tell you. It'll free you of all your silly inhibitions and help you to become the cocksucker you were born to be.
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Well boy, now it's now time you learn how to fully service a cock. Up to now you've only played around mouthing a cock like you were a teenage girl. Most superior men want to fully enjoy their cocksucker; it's very pleasant to make a "boy's" mouth merely an extension of your cock. When you're fully trained you'll be able to take a horse cock down your gullet without gagging. I particularly like my cocksucker to take my cock into his gullet so deep that he can tongue my balls. Don't worry boy, everyone has to start someplace, you'll learn."
"This is a training bench Pat, 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 and fuck your throat as deep as he wants, as fast as he wants. It'll require your full attention just to time your breaths to the cock thrusting in and out of your mouth cunt."
Master Karl was very solicitous about my comfort as I scurried onto the narrow 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 nice and comfy."
I was really apprehensive as he fastened the leather straps around me but soon enough I was securely held in place. There was a little whirling noise from the motor and I was moved to his crotch height and tilted down just a bit.
"Ah that's so nice boy, it's so pleasant to look at a nicely trussed up cumslut just resigned to waiting for my cock, nice and docile. Open your Mouthcunt nice and wide for me now, show me the mouth you want me to fuck."
I opened wide and my owner ran his fingers thru my lips letting me suck on them gently. "That's interesting boy, you're a natural at this; your little cock is hard as a rock. I think you like this."
Master 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, very scared yet excited.
Master Karl smiled down at me as he said in his gentle, assertive voice, "Open your mouth as wide as you can now boy, that's right. I'm going to fit a mouth guard behind your teeth now. It'll keep your mouth open wide and prevent you from biting down as I fuck your mouth to 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." "Well, what are you waiting for? Get started already!" I painfully inched my head forward and my lips touched his cockhead juicy with precum. With a sly smile Master grabbed my head and slowed my descent saying, "Just lick it a while first. You'll need to follow instructions if you are going to make it as my suck 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 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 and wacked across my face.
"Are you deaf, boy? Look, I know you're eager for this cock, but you WILL follow my instructions. I only told you to lick it and that's all you do until ordered otherwise". After what seemed a lifetime to me he pushed my face away.
"Open up now son, you've been wanting this all your sad little life haven't you; it's what you were made for?" I opened my mouth eagerly and immediately felt about three inches of steely, hard cock slip into my mouth. He smirked down to me as he just held my head 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 going farther and farther down on the cockshaft until the thick head began to hit the back of my throat. I felt the urge to gag each time it plunged the back of my mouth but he was determined to open my gullet and really didn't care about my discomfort 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, I wondered?
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 cockhead. 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 son, remember I know what you need."
As soon as he saw me begin to take a breath, he slammed my head aggressively into his crotch, his wet, warm cock only pausing slightly as it bumped into 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 into his pubes with my throat convulsing over and over around the thick invader.
Karl said, "That's it cocksucker, 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 load 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 the thick, sticky strands of saliva mixed with his precum gushing out of my mouth and down his thick shaft onto his ballsack. The mixture was the consistency of heavy-cream as it ran onto Karl's balls and slid down his crotch. Master Karl then proceeded to thrust my head back down onto his shaft 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 my gullet until my nose was once again buried in pubic hair. I couldn't help it, 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 plunging it back again. Soon he settled into a long, slow, deep throat fuck, steadily in and out. 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 with a loud pop. He was totally in control, never releasing my head for a second. I was very aware that he was using my lips to jerk his cock off with!
I knew that spit and precum were everywhere, hell, I could see a thick puddle of white, foamy saliva dripping off his balls onto the floor. He continued his verbal chant commenting as well, "Yeah, now you're using your mouth pussy like a true faggot, take my cock, take it all the way to The root, boy! You've been dreaming about this for years haven't you? You were thinking about a wet, big, cock sliding down into your throat all your life." I felt his thrusts were becoming quicker now and sensed 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 Going to get that ball juice right down your tight little throat, just like you've always wanted. Just feel 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 load, doesn't it boy. Well, slave boy, get ready, here it comes!!!!"
Time actually slowed to a crawl as I felt his cock swell even larger as it stretched my mouth impossibly wide as 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, Karl pulled my head awkwardly backwards and moved until the head of his cock was less than an inch from my mouth. The cock 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 couldn't help focusing on the underside of his cock-shaft and noticed it contract as yet another wave of his cum made its way to ooze out onto his piss-slit. He suddenly 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?"
I was well beyond embarrassment by now and eagerly nodded that I wanted it. He shook my head roughly and set me straight. "I told you not to nod at me use your mouth cunt to answer me son, tell me what you want!"
I replied, "Please Sir, I want to taste your cum so bad. Please don't waste it. I didn't get to taste it in my throat, I need to see what it tastes like. I've done everything you wanted tonight Sir, please let me have it in my mouth." I was scared and excited at the same time; Karl was so demanding, always in command.
He said, "Keep your mouth open boy, here it cums, just ENJOY!"
He held his still throbbing cock over my open mouth as he slowly milked it finally just letting it sit there for a moment, temptingly, as his hand kept the slit 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 in my mouth riling my taste buds. It was simply 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, alas, everything he had said about me was true, I was a faggot. I wanted to cry, I wanted to cum, I wanted to run away, I wanted to taste more of his cock cream, 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 what I was now, yes, I was a cocksucker.
Karl released me from the "training bench" and oddly enough we sat down and he went to the kitchen and got us some tea. We were both naked and after my throat fucking session it kinda felt Ok, just normal now. Karl said, "the tea with heal your throat a little. The first time a cock plugs your throat is always traumatic and it takes some time for the spasms to calm down. I have to say though that those spasmodic contractions really made my dick feel good. As we go forward with this there'll be bigger cocks plugging your gullet but you'll always remember me as the first man to fuck your mouth like a cunt. As we proceed you'll have many more tasks to learn; you're an eager cocksucker and I'm now sure that you're up to it.
We were in the bathroom; Karl had just finished shaving and turned and just pointed to a place on the floor in front of him. I knew a command when I saw one and scampered to squat in front of him, panting and admiring his beautiful crotch. He gently lifted his half-swollen prick and pointed it at my face. "Open your mouth son!" he said with a smile. I don't know why but I eagerly complied, afterwards I thought it out and concluded that I must have secretly desired it.
As I stared open-mouthed at his cock he moved forward and laid the cockhead on my lip, I felt rather than saw as it suddenly begin to spew Out a stream of hot piss the first blast of which went right into my open mouth. It was warm with a mild, acrid taste a bit like diluted grapefruit juice with salt added. After the initial shock I meekly closed my lips forming a seal and swallowed. Karl was very considerate and would spurt into my mouth then stop long enough for me to swallow before again filling my mouth. After a bit he stopped and tipped my face up; he had a wide smirk on his face as he pissed in my mouth with one last stream. The combination of the smirk and warm piss humiliated me into a deep shudder.
Karl said, "You make a good urinal son; that's a service you'll be doing for me a lot. It's a very satisfying feeling to have a boy like you lock his lips around my cockhead eager to serve me by drinking my piss. I'll also be loaning you out as guests visit; it is after all is said a great way to show a visitor respect by having his boy drink his piss. This is of course your first experience and I'm sure you're not aware of the fact that there's quite a ritual that's expected. An Alpha-male likes his urinal boy acknowledge his inherent superiority by falling to his knees and extending his tongue; the Master will lay his cock onto it and the boy is expected to look up at Master's eyes as he lets out a short spurt of piss. You, the boy, then he'll slosh the piss around with his tongue before Master simply says "flush". At that point you'll swallow it down while all the time keeping eye contact then close your lips around the ridge behind his cockhead; you need to make a seal. The Master will then enjoy a relaxing piss as you gulp and swallow his yellow-gold. This little scene is pretty universal but some men like to stretch out the time while the boy has a cock laying on his tongue before he pisses; it's a way to have the urinal-boy become fully aware of his place on the food chain and the Master's superiority. The waiting heightens the humiliation for the cocksucker and that's always good." He patted me on the head affectionately as he said, "You did an acceptable job for your first time son." I was so proud.
Continued soon. Comments are welcome at dodge1191@hotmail.com