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Cast: Kurt-Clun Interviewer-Chris (Chrissie)-(Young man not yet comfortable in his own skin)--Eric (Chris's mentor)-Helmut (Club Trainer)
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Eric had often explained that after a cocksucker had serviced his man's cock it was his responsibility to clean him up. I fairly scampered off the bench and fell to my knees in front of Helmut and began licking his sticky cock clean. I used my nose to lift his balls and ran my tongue over his, now so tight ballsack until it was clean. When I returned to his half-hard cock and sucked it into my mouth I heard him talking to Eric, "your boy appears to be a wonderful sub, docile and very attentive. He's responsive and eager without an ounce of hesitation or defiance. He takes to his role as cocksucker like he was born to it. I especially like the little flashes of his vulnerability as he realizes his need to submit, it's very endearing. You've done a great job bringing him along like this; I'm glad I supported you for the job of recruiter. I'll take him from here Eric while you can begin the search for another recruit."
To the Applicant:
You're reading this introduction because you've self-identified yourself as a prospective cocksucker. Our "New Member Committee" at the club formulated this short instruction heet to explain our point of view and whime you might fit into our little club. All activities with our club members are voluntary and completely without coercion so it'll be entirely up to you. We've found it very important that our submissive servants be comfortable with who they are and what they want (need?) that made them apply to serve alpha males.
As you read this think of yourself as the "boy" being interviewed for at some point you'll be interviewed and have to decide if you're meant to be the full-service cocksucker that our members seek; we're a friendly group but we will not allow any half measures; the successful applicant must be eager to service his betters as a body-slave performing as ordered. Think carefully about your commitment as you consider becoming a club cocksucker for if you're accepted every member will become your owner.
We've written it in very plain, very explicit language so there will be no misunderstandings about what'll be expected of you. It is written as a first person account of how an Alpha member of our club interviews a candidate to our service. We've structured it as a kind of story about a fictional boy (Bobby) to make it more interesting and readable for you. As you read the account Chris visualize yourself as "Bobby."
Hi Bobby, my name is Kurt and I'm a longtime member of our club. I always like to spend time with one of our prospective cocksuckers in a relaxed social setting where I can take my time explaining what we're looking for in a boy; the only way that's possible is to first get the boy to understand just where he fits into my world. I want you to relax and think deeply about who you really are so just relax right now and listen.
I've done so much of this that a script was developed that can be used by the other club members. We actually have more candidates than we can accommodate; there doesn't appear to be a shortage of cocksuckers around eh. There'll be no questions for you to respond to at this early stage so there's no need for you to tense up, just listen as I talk and think carefully about it.
I've found that it works best when we can push a prospective suck-boy out of his comfort zone. In my case I like to entertain a boy in my comfortable family room with a nice porn video playing on the TV and a full-bodied red wine in his hand, that's why we're here.
I'll bet you were expecting almost anything but a casual conversation with a friendly older man. This porn Vid is a very explicit tale of a mature guy leading his young blow-buddy into more and more submission. We'll watch it and have a couple of wines. I have to say that by the second wine It's my bet that you'll be very relaxed and curious about where it's all going, just lean back and enjoy right now; don't try to overthink what's going on."
"How do you like the video; it's a pretty good representation of a boy's happy journey into servitude. At some point every straight guy on the planet wants something more than just a fuck, cunt is great but the human condition eventually looks for the next thing. It's a fact that most women give a grudging, really lousy blow job; a submissive guy is usually eager and better skilled as a cocksucker. A suck-boy isn't at all good looking to a straight, alpha male while a women's curves are very enticing. I'm sure you know that straight guys like cunt, just think about all the money that's spent at strip clubs where guys go just for a glimpse of strange cunt. The only thing a male cocksucker can offer a straight guy is his complete dedication to cock worship; that's the one thing that's almost impossible to get from a female. All the hetro guys really want is someone who will make their dick feel good.
When you come right down to it a blow job from a really good cocksucker is one of the great sexual pleasures available to men and just watching a boy servicing your cock is akin to seeing a painter slowly unfolding a portrait; it's a beautiful thing as he worships a man's cock. The worship is the real thing; a suck boy seeks out cock, there is no "well Ok, if I have to" from them. When you watch a cocksucker willingly gag and choke himself on a cock it's actually quite flattering; besides being really pleasurable as his boys throat muscles massage his dick.
Cocksucking is an art that takes practice to excel at, not only to deepthroat but to sense what gives the man being serviced the maximum pleasure, to gauge how close he is to cumming and to back off a bit so that you can pleasure him further before he honors you with his load. In all this the Alpha-man is in charge and the cocksucker simply complies with the real man's direction. If he grabs your ears and positions your mouth on his balls then you, the cocksucker, just sticks his tongue out and licks.
That's why once you accept that you're a cocksucker, that your place is on your knees and your sex life will consist of pleasuring your sexual superiors with your mouth-pussy so that they share their manhood with you. It is so important to learn how to suck a man's cock properly. Why would a man use a lousy cocksucker, when better ones are available, hell, then he might has well have stayed home with his wife?
The best way to learn is to find an alpha male who is willing to train you and steadily stretch your limits until you can take whatever he wants to give you at his pace, everything is at the real man's pace and direction. Failing that, finding a good cocksucker who will teach you the art of cocksucking is next best. It goes without saying that the way you become a really good cocksucker is the same way a pitcher gets to Yankee stadium, practice, practice, practice.
Consider that your mouth is not just a hole. You have lips, tongue, cheeks, teeth and of course a throat that you can learn to use to offer the highest oral pleasure possible to a guy's stiff throbbing cock, his manhood. The reality is that your mouth is really just a face cunt and you will realize if your face-cunt is working at its best by the words of your owner, by his moaning, by the way he'll grab your face, by the intensity of his plunges into your face-cunt. Your face-cunt must be trained to be a well of pleasure for the cock of your man and the receptacle for his spunk, piss and spit. At the very moment you realize your throat is the deepest part of your face-cunt you'll understand that you've become a trained cocksucker with a deep throat. It's only then that you'll fully understand that as far as your owner is concerned you're an appliance, a receptacle that's always there to provide him with a service as needed. Your attitude is another important element. In our club we've maintained for years that you have to really want to suck another man's cock to do it right. It must be like a religious experience for the cocksucker and he has to have the right attitude. The Alpha guys who force cocksuckers to submit are just wrong; a suck-boy that willingly submits to being a cocksucker will deliver a much more satisfying blowjob. These eager boys actually want their men to fill their mouths with cum and are very willing to work hard for it. In our club no one is forced or even coerced; we simply work with the docile boys that apply to join our service.
A lot of what makes an average suckoff great for a guy is the all important flow of saliva, saliva, saliva as the cocksucker slobbers happily in your crotch. When the boy drools all over your crotch and make your prick sopping, dripping wet with spit he's showing a willingness to go all out. Guy's like an eager, wet sucking hole.
Another thing a lot of cocksucker's don't seem to understand is that a man's genitals are made up of a lot of different parts. It isn't just a pole of flesh. There's the piss slit, the crown, the bottom edges of the crown, the prenium, the cum-vein, the shaft, the foreskin and two balls. It's a fact that every single one of these areas are very sensitive to the erotic attention that a suck-boy's lips and tongue can bring. A mix of motions of lips and tongue and a combination of deep swallowing mixed with shallower attentions to the cockhead and cum-slit while of course showering the dude's rigid cock and balls with big lip smacking wet sloppy kisses let's him know just how much his cocksucker lusts for his manly pride and seeks only to please his urgent need to have his cock worshipped just the right way; just the way he wants. This attention to detail will almost certainly result in him shooting a thick load to fill your waiting mouth.
I personally love having my cock serviced by a boy who knows what he's doing and realizes that for him it's all about my cock and only my cock as he gets me off. Before I joined the club, I didn't get sucked off much because I'm real picky and will only whip it out for a guy whom I can tell knows what he's doing, or at least is willing and has the desire and correct attitude to learn. A guy who knows that merely sucking it may feel good, but if you really want my cock and especially if you want to be fed my load, you've got to know the difference between mere cock sucking and all out, cock worshipping. Otherwise, I might as well bust my nut using my hand.
When a really talented cocksucker gets between his feeder's legs, he gets enveloped in a whole other world of service and submission. It has to be all about the cock and getting me to share my cum-load; it has to become at least for those moments his one and only desire. The more he works for it, the more consumed he becomes with pleasing my cock and getting my cum.
What separates the expert from a novice is that he knows mere lip service (no-pun intended) with suction won't make a great blowjob. He understands that he has to first wet his lips and then get as much of his mouth to touch my cock as possible (aside from teeth, of course), to make it feel like heaven. This includes his tongue, cheeks, and the roof of his mouth all have to be involved as he guides my cock towards his hungry throat. You'll have to learn to keep your lips sufficiently lubricated and closed together just tight enough to pump my cock and with your tongue resting naturally with no air in your mouth. With your lips still like this, put them on the very tip of his head (this works best when his cock is already wet so your lips don't catch) then ever so slowly without stopping or changing the pace, without forcing, let his cock slowly glide right in. Remember to keep your tongue completely still while it originally was, but relaxed with barely any suction, just let it glide-in and enjoy it slowly filling your mouth. It's important to go super slow, barely moving, and very important not to stop or change the speed until his cock is in you completely. I find that a lot of guys are so overwhelmed by the sensation that they can't help but shove it down by the time it's half way in because it drives them so crazy.
When I first taught a boy to deep throat a huge cock, I realized it was only hard to perform because it was really so damn easy. The trick for boys like you, is to just relax your throat entrance, swallow and it slides right on down. An expert cocksucker knows the gag reflex is all in the mind. When you feel yourself getting the urge to gag just know that it's only a reaction and tell yourself "I can resist it, I won't gag." Just focus on how much you'll love having your man's fat cock down your throat and the fact that you can't breathe as long as it's resting in your gullet and your lips can go no further is just making your owner that more excited by your dedication to his cock.
When you're getting face fucked and have no control you have to continually gasp as much air as you can without interfering with your owner's thrusts and rhythm as he pulls his cock almost out and then shoves it back into you. At the same time, you'll pray that you can stand it if he decides to stop pumping and leaves it forced all the way down to the root just because he can, because he wants to, and because it feels so good for him to have his cock totally enveloped and being cared for by your more than willing, contracting throat and massaging tongue. On top of that just think about how much he enjoys your throat throbbing on his prick. You're only interested in how much pleasure you can give him as well as hearing him enjoy it, be it words, moans, grunts, or just putting all his strength behind your head and making you choke on it. Just consider that You did it because it was instinct. There are many different kinds of personalities, Bobby. I'm pretty good at reading them. You're gay, but more important than that, you're submissive. Not just in the SM slave kind of way, but more like a puppy. I'll bet you like to have your ears scratched and your head rubbed by your man.
I may end up as your mentor if the club accepts you; in our club the mentor role is kinda like a "show him the ropes" kind of trainer.
I see you've finished your wine, you know all this talk about men getting their cocks sucked has gotten me horny, "Come over here Bobby and kneel between my legs!" As he knelt, I adjusted my robes so that my cock now at almost full erection was visible and accessible to him.
"You've heard our story Bobby, have you thought it over? Are you the docile, submissive cock-slave we're looking for? I can tell you that it won't be easy at first, but I'm pretty sure you'll be much happier once you accept that you were simply born to be a cocksucker. What do you think?"
Bobby looked like a deer caught in the headlights but he did manage to stammer out an answer. "I think you're right Sir, I've spent most of my life in denial about myself but I have to admit that the few times I've been with another man it's been very exciting to me."
I held up my hand and stopped him right there, "whoa boy, what do you mean "with another man? What the hell do you mean, did you suck the man's cock?"
He looked chagrined as he said, "yes Sir, I sucked his cock."
"So, you are already a cocksucker; all you need now is too be taught to let yourself go, be the faggot you were meant to be and admit to yourself that your place in life is on your knees between a real man's legs. I think it's time for a little demo of your skill set boy. "Now just take my cock into your cute little mouth, wrap your lips around your new God," I said in a soft voice.
I'm sure he knew this was it. After this time there would be no going back. In my experience a boy at this point felt excited, confused and terrified all at once. I watched as Bobby slowly parted his lips and moved his head forward. For the first time ever, all of a sudden, he had a dick inside his mouth after having all the ramifications explained to him.
He froze a little at first but at this point he was hot enough that it almost seemed natural too. His hands were resting on his knees and he just stopped then, motionless until he sort of moved forward swallowing more of my member into his mouth.
"That's good," I declared. "Let's see how much yah can take!"
The trembling boy widened his mouth as much as he could. His eyes were closed and his heart was pounding. The strange, assertive man was pressing his cock farther and farther into his mouth, across his tongue, until he felt its head pressing against the entry to his throat. It tasted a little gross and it was like nothing he'd tasted before.
"Mmmph!" he gagged.
The man laughed a bit. "You're gonna have to lose that gag-reflex if you wanna be a good cocksucker. You do wanna be a good cocksucker, don't ya?"
He couldn't reply, but he did open his eyes. He was staring right up into the man's massive mane of pubic hair. There was more shaft between his nose and it, and for this he was thankful, at first. But then he gripped his head and pulled him further onto his member.
His eyes went wide in terror for a moment. He felt the cock's head jam down into his throat, making him feel like he was going to vomit. He gagged around the sudden entry and felt his eyes well up with tears. He was going to throw up, he thought; but then, suddenly, his throat relaxed and he began to pull back. His cock came out of his mouth entirely, as matter of fact, and he gulped in a breath of air.
Then it was at his lips again and he obediently parted them. He took in the cock once more. He widened his jaw and waited for his man to do his thing.
"You gotta work now, son," he breathed from above. "Bob your head. Fuck my dick with your mouth."
He did as he was told, hands still on his knees, bobbed his head forward and back, salivating around the large member. He was beginning to moan, too. He was enjoying this.
"Good boy," he said. "No hands, I like that. Some boys use their hands but that's cheating. Keep fucking my dick with that mouth of yours."
And he did. He took in as much of this dick as he could, then he pulled back. He would gag disgustingly around the cock, before pulling back and giving himself some air. Then he'd push his head forward, swallowing him into his mouth. And never once did the inexperienced, new cocksucker use him hands.
"I'm going to cum soon," the man suddenly declared. "When I do you suck it down. You know what cum is, right?"
"Mmmm hmmm," he moaned around the cock.
"Good," he said breathlessly. "And you take it all down. Don't spit it out, don't let a drop out, you take it all. Good sluts take it all. You want to be good?"
He could barely hear him anymore. All he was concerned with was this cock In his mouth. He was gagging repeatedly onto it, but he had learned by now to keep him throat relaxed and loose. It was more like getting fucked now; a dick inside him, jamming itself into him, while he obediently did what good boys do and helped him get off as best he could.
When he did finally cum, it wasn't like he'd ever expected. In the pornos he'd always seen, the guy would pull out and cum on the girl's face. This guy came inside his mouth. It began with a trickle, then a squirt or two of a warm, strange tasting liquid. Surprised, I instinctively tried to pull away but the large, grunting man quickly gripped my head and held it in place. As his cock shoved way back into my mouth. I very nearly cried when the cock erupted again, this time spewing gobs of thick, gooey semen into my mouth. He forced me to swallow all of it. As I gulped it down to keep from choking, I realized that I felt more turned on then I ever had before, it was both humiliating and exhilarating.
I was getting off on sucking down this strange man's cum, a man who was old enough to be him father and doing it with a warped kind of pride, no less.
When it was over and his dick was finally out of my mouth, I was still swallowing. In a daze I was helped up to my feet by the large, older man. He smiled at me breathlessly. I was in a total fog when he lightly slapped my face and laughed.
"Good job son, very good," he chortled before slapping my ass. Then he told me to get dressed.
We sat down again and Kurt told me that I would fit in the club and he was going to consign me to Eric for more intensive training.
Now on with the story: Chapter 2
In these few, short weeks I had come to terms with what formed me and just who I was. Eric had taught me my destiny was to service the alpha males and that excited me; I was to be their suckboy; when a cock was presented to me I was to think only of how best to pleasure it. My favorite college class was now "cock service 101."
I now knew, just how different the "up close and personal" service as a cocksucker was from the anonymous sex at places like "gloryholes". Looking an alpha male in the eye has you served his cock was very humiliating, hot and exciting; it had forced me into coming to terms with my need for submission. This was just the way it was and I accepted my new role; it is what it is. In a very strange way once I acknowledged that I was simply a cocksucker meant to serve better men I finally felt free; I was out of the shadows now and happy in what I was. There isn't a bit of nuance possible in your thoughts when you have a cock stuffed into your mouth and you gaze into the eyes of the man he's serving. You have to finally realize that you're a cocksucker meant to be used by the alpha-males of the world
Since Eric had begun mentoring me I had learned a great deal. I now knew I was happiest on my knees, between his legs. He had told me early-on that a boy like me would be happiest when kneeling down; it was simply a perfect measure of respect from servant to owner. The term owner had initially confused me but I had finally come to terms with it; Eric had said that his cock would be all I could think of and he was right, it now owned me. Even when my mouth was empty it seemed that I still had the lingering taste of piss or cum in my mouth and liked it.
I wasn't allowed to play with my own cock but found that I often would cum when he pissed in my mouth and sometimes when sucking him off. I think it was the humiliation that washed over me has he stood in front of me with his cock just lying on my tongue. Our little ritual had evolved into a series of steps that kinda underlined my submission. When he wanted me for urinal duty he just motioned me to my knees in front of him and of course I opened my mouth and sucked in his cock just like I when I blew him. The piss signal was when he slapped my cheek, not too hard, not too softly. I then had to open my mouth and stick my tongue out as his cock laid on it. He took a while before starting his flow and I was to keep looking up at him in anticipation. It was his smirk of superiority that got me every time; after the wait when he let the first little spurt loose I would quickly tighten my lips around his cockhead and I would often cum right there. Eric would laugh about it and tell me that I was born for the humiliation of being a cocksucker. Has for me I never was able to determine if it was the wait, the smirk or that first taste that got me off. I suppose I just thrived on the humiliation of it all.
This was the weekend that Eric picked to show me off to his friends. Instead of meeting him at his home I had the address of his club. He had instructed me to just show up and all would be explained. The club façade was very nondescript without so much as even an outside sign. It seemed to be a reclaimed warehouse without windows and a well maintained brick facing.
I wondered if I had the right place as I opened the door. Inside of the small anteroom an older man asked me why I was here; I gave him my name and said that I was here to meet Eric Smith. He smiled and waved me into the adjoining locker room saying, "your name is on our guest list so strip down and put your stuff in locker number 33. Your uniform is in there, it's all you'll need. When you're finished I'll let you into the club."
It seemed strange but a lot of what Eric had gotten me into was strange so I stripped and hung my clothes in the locker. The "uniform" was simply a piece of hemp rope and two pieces of pink cloth. A photo on the locker room wall showed a young guy with the pink cloth pieces arranged as a loincloth using the rope as a belt; it was obvious that this was to be my "uniform." I was nervous yet excited enough to have a hardon has I arranged the loincloth as modestly as possible.
There isn't any sense of modesty possible when you enter a room in a pink loincloth; everyone knows what you are and why you're there. I now knew I was just another suckboy so I might as well flaunt it; I walked with a sure and deliberate purpose, proud of being a cocksucker here to serve my man. The doorman didn't even look up as he hit an electronic buzzer unlocking the door.
The inside was decorated like an old English men's club with oak panels on the walls and thick, heavy red curtains framing faux windows. There was a traditional walnut wet bar, complete with stools on one side and the rest of the room was filled with heavy leather furniture. Someone had taken great pains decorating it for even in the dim light it looked like a warm and inviting place for a businessman to relax and unwind. I chuckled to myself has I realized that I was probably part of the "relax and unwind staff."
I stood in the doorway as my eyes slowly acclimated to the soft, dim lighting. I could now see that there were quite a few people in this room. The top guys were mostly in little, white, short silk wraps that opened in the front, some were still in their business clothes, some were naked under their robes. The bar stools were full and many of the floor chairs had men sitting in them. Appearances aside I knew that this wasn't a "Rotary Club" Thursday night meeting room.
I heard Eric's voice calling "Chrissie" from the bar and headed quickly over to him. This was what he wanted and that was all I needed to know, Eric was summoning me.
He was leaning on the bar talking to a big guy in his fifties. Just as he had taught me I fell to the floor in front of him. They continued talking completely ignoring me. My eyes had finally adjusted and I looked around the place; there was sex everywhere. Men were being sucked off at the tables and there was a leather fucking-sling off in one corner. The man Eric was talking to had a pudgy suckboy licking his crotch as he talked. I guessed that there were about 30 people in the club pretty evenly split between subs and tops. I was startled back from my thoughts as I felt Eric reaching into my mouth and using his fingers to pull me onto his cock. Of course I licked across his fingers and sucked that very familiar cockhead of his into my mouth sighing with contentment.
As Eric's cock started to harden he started rubbing the back of my head and gently pulling it forward onto his hardening cock; he was still carrying on his conversation.
I loved it when he stroked my head running his big hands through my hair like I was a puppy. All the while I kept my concentration and tried to concentrate on just pleasing the big cock filling my mouth, just as I had been taught. I felt that cock widening and stretching my mouth as it hardened. I closed my lips tightly around the cockhead giving Eric just the pressure I knew he liked as I swallowed it. Soon his cock filled my mouth and touched against that closed muscle right at the entrance to my throat. Even after all his coaching I always gagged when his cockhead pierced thru the sphincter into my throat. After the first couple of choking gags I could get it under control; I just got used to it plugging my gullet. After that Eric could face-fuck me at will as I writhed on his tool.
We were deeply into cocksucker rhythms now as he pulled my head onto his prick, in-out-in then out again. I was vaguely aware of animal like grunts and what seemed like an open faucet pouring sticky saliva-water from my mouth; it was all me, the dripping and the cocksucker noises!
I heard Eric ask the man with him, "how's the service?"
"Not too bad Eric, you know how it is when you're breaking in a new boy. At first they can't believe they are just another cocksucker, they like to deceive themselves that it'll never happen again, that their just normal guys. This boy sucking me off right now was at first very reluctant to let himself go; he'd do what he was told but there was always that little hesitation, that small note of defiance was always there. I finally had to truss him up with his hands behind him and laid him out on the bed. After I positioned his head to hang off the bed I slowly fucked his mouth while I told him how it was just like a cunt, a cunt with a tongue. Oh, at first, he twitched and squirmed but soon settled down. Whenever I felt a little tooth as he gasped for air, I swatted him hard, like you would any bitch. He got the idea after a while and I began fucking him like a cunt. He gagged and sputtered but he now knew that my cock in his throat ruled him. He must have decided he liked this face fuck for I noticed his little cock was hard as a rock" the man said.
So, the boy sucking off his man next to me was new also; I wondered if this was his first time at the club like me. Eric grabbed my head and slowed me down; he often just wanted a mouth to keep him on the edge of cumming as he just enjoyed me pleasuring him.
He abruptly pulled me to my feet by my ears and motioned me to follow. In the back of the place they had a long, red leather couch; the man sitting in the middle of it was reading the newspaper while a suckboy serviced his cock. Eric told me, "that's Helmut; he's the proprietor of this club. He actually started it when he came here from Germany. It's been our custom to present a new suckboy to him after a certain level of training has been reached; I think you're at that level Chrissie. It's time now to move onto servicing other men; you're a cocksucker now and keeping you just to myself would be selfish. Get down on your knees and make me proud son."
I had the fleeting thought that "shit, I was being pimped out" just as I fell slowly to my knees. Helmut's suckboy reluctantly moved over to relinquish his place and I slid into the now-familiar place between a man's legs. I sunk my knees into very plush, soft cushioning; they had installed superb knee pad cushions right in front of this Helmut guy. I thought it funny before I remembered Eric telling me that a comfortable cocksucker served the best. I knew enough to clasp my hands behind my back in the way of all supplicants, just before I gazed up at this new cock. Helmut remained behind his paper as I looked at his cock. It was bigger than Eric's at 7 thick inches and was topped by a very large purplish-pink head. The piss hole looked for all the world like a gun barrel. I thought to myself that this cock still glistened with the last cocksucker's saliva and I kinda recoiled at that until I put it into perspective. I had recently been trained to drink a man's piss and slurp up cum and now I had second thoughts on the eve of my debut! It was all too funny as I chuckled to myself.
My ruminations were interrupted by Eric telling me to get on with it and I lowered my head to that big cock looming right in front of me. I snaked my tongue out and ran it across that wet, wide piss slit then opened my mouth to envelop his cockhead. I was aware of having to actually stretch my mouth to accommodate its girth. I slowly began to suck him off in a relaxed, worshipful way.
I heard Helmut talking, "he's not too bad Eric; it's obvious that he longs for a nice fat cock filling his mouth. I can see he's a natural submissive by the way he uses only his mouth to make love to my cock, so many of these boys want to use their hands to speed up the blow job or even worse play with their own cock. You've taught him to concentrate on the cock in his mouth, that's the right attitude."
Eric said, "I knew he was born to be a cocksucker when we were about half way through his training; he always seemed eager to go to the next stage whether it was licking my ass or choking on my cock. When he actually blew his load just by sucking me off I knew he had potential."
Helmut was smirking as he replied, "I like the way he keeps eye contact as he takes my cock. Has he learned to take cock right into his throat yet, I'd like to try him out?"
"Oh, go ahead Helmut, I can stuff his throat now but I'm not sure he can take your big pole so easy, go right ahead."
I felt Helmut's big hands has he grabbed my head and began slowly feeding more cock into my mouth; slowly fucking my mouth. I was anxious but knew my place, I didn't fight him as he advanced his cock deep into the back of my mouth until it finally popped thru into my gullet. He face-fucked me a few more times, just using my mouth like a cunt until he abruptly clamped his hands on my ears and pulled me right off of his cock. I kept eye contact as I gasped air into my mouth dripping with saliva.
He just held me there looking at me with an arrogant, screw-you, Donald Trump like smile when he released me and said; Look around Son, take a good luck at the crowd watching you. They are the witnesses to your graduation as a pleaser of men, a trained cocksucker."
I looked around and it seemed almost every man and suckboy in the room was there, just watching me as Helmut fucked my mouth. It was humiliating and wonderful all at the same time. There's something about submission in front of a group that heightens the sense of shame that a cocksucker feels when he's kneeling in front of an alpha male prepared to suck his cock. I know that at that moment, even after all my training, my face blushed to a bright crimson.
Helmut brought me back to earth as he grabbed my head and said, "There, there, Son, good job so far, you know cock is what you need. Open your mouth wide for me; just think about the cock plugging your throat, making you mine, my cocksucker."
I was now very aware of the people gathered around us, watching and commenting on my humiliation. I noted that the room was full of the slurping, sloshing sounds of cocksuckers providing service and I could smell that familiar Musky, male crotch aroma that I loved. All this gave me a feeling that I wasn't alone, they understood me here, all was well.
I leaned in and opened my mouth wide as I slid my lips over the purplish, mushroom shaped head just has he pushed my head down the shaft. All the while I kept my tongue continually licking and circling the velvety cock skin. I soon felt his cock head reach the back of my mouth and slip ever so slightly into my throat. I couldn't help it, I started to gag and I pulled up quickly. After catching my breath, I repeated the procedure. This time I let the head slip further into my throat and I was finally able to get control over my gag reflex.
A stringy, wet saliva bridge had formed from the head of his cock to my open lips with bubbles of foam on his dick head and in the corners of my mouth. My saliva was gushing like a fountain.
"Wait, stand up, let's go to the throating bench" he said, breaking our erotic connection. Eric took me over to an adjustable bench; it was narrow enough that a man could easily stand astride it. I was motioned onto it with my head hanging off cushioned by a built-in pillow. A hand crank adjusted the height and within minutes Helmut's cock was visible, it looked huge upside down. I heard him say, "This will give you a better angle so you can take more of this cock you love into your mouth. Let it slide down your throat, son, it's what I want."
Helmut slowly fucked my mouth. I had to admit he was right, at this angle it was a little easier to throat his cock but of course I still gagged on it.
I felt the thick, rubbery cock head pressed against my throat opening as it once again passed the point of no return. I successfully fought the gag reflex and tried to swallow because I knew it was very pleasurable to Helmut, the owner of the cock that I worshipped. He had blurted out, "That tight throat feels especially good Son, when it tightens and spasms around my cock; it's like a milking machine then."
With that he started to stroke his prick back and forth, in and out, essentially using my mouth, lips, tongue and throat as a warm, wet cunt. When he picked up speed and his large cockhead repeatedly pounded into my throat Opening; I gave up on sucking him and just kept my lips as tight as possible on his cock shaft using my tongue to rub the bottom on his cock as I tried to synchronize my breathing through my nose to keep air going to my lungs.
After about 10 strokes, I thought I had mastered the gag reflex thing but as soon as I tried to concentrate onto my breathing, I gagged on the large cock head plugging my throat opening.
I heard Eric say, "keep trying Chrissie, you can do it, I know you can. Make me proud boy!"
Helmut started stroking into my throat, not even backing out of it but just stroking in the opening entrance. This was effectively stopping any air from getting to my lungs. I tried to hold my breath as the pounding became more and more rapid until finally I gagged again just as I took a deep breath in through my nose. I felt a bit better as I continued breathing through my nose. Helmut didn't miss a beat; In and out his cock plunged.
I felt his balls dragging across my eyes every time he plunged in. I wasn't gasping for breath now; I had become used to this invasion. Once I learned that I wasn't going to die and figured out how to breathe I actually began to enjoy Helmut's fat cock plugging my gullet. I sensed his balls were tightening and knew he was ready to explode his sticky cum load into his cocksucker's wide, open throat.
My lips were slamming against his pubic bone on every down-stroke now and his balls spasmed as they tightened until finally, with a moan, he spewed his first load of cum directly down my throat. The second eruption splashed against the back of my mouth, while the final spurts ricocheted off my tongue, coating the remainder of my mouth.
I swallowed and swallowed as Helmut sprayed my throat and mouth. I couldn't prevent some of the stringy, sticky liquid leaking from my mouth and running down my chin. Helmut stroked my hair as I snaked my tongue out to capture the stream of thick cum that dripped out of my mouth. I heard Eric saying, "you know what to do now Chrissie, finish up, make Helmut happy."
I did know, Eric had often explained that after a cocksucker had serviced his man's cock it was his responsibility to clean him up. I fairly scampered off the bench and fell to my knees in front of Helmut and began licking his sticky cock clean. I used my nose to lift his balls and ran my tongue over his, now so tight ballsack until it was clean. When I returned to his half-hard cock and sucked it into my mouth, I heard him talking to Eric, "your boy appears to be a wonderful sub, docile and very attentive. He's responsive and eager without an ounce of hesitation or defiance. He takes to his role as cocksucker like he was born to it. I especially like the little flashes of his vulnerability as he realizes his need to submit, it's very endearing. You've done a great job bringing him along like this; I'm glad I supported you for the job of recruiter. I'll take him from here Eric while you can begin the search for another recruit."
Helmut motioned me to my feet and surprised me by just taking me to the bar. "Have a beer Son, you earned it and we have to talk some."
I was thrilled that the club's "big Man" wanted to have a drink with me, treat me like a regular guy. Has Popeye famously said, "I yam what I yam", there were no illusions now, I was a cocksucker, a very proud cocksucker.
I stood at the crowded bar sipping my beer and beaming with delight when I felt something wet on my cock; there was a cocksucker holding my loincloth to the side and sucking on my cock. I sipped my beer, enjoying the cocksucking being expertly given by the boy at my feet. Helmut was talking now, "He's pretty good isn't he Chrissie? I know you're a bottom-boy but I thought you deserved a little treat after your initiation into our little club. You took a big step today; sucking an alpha-male's cock in front of a crowd is a very different proposition from giving an intimate blow job to a buddy. Our club is dedicated to bringing cocks and cocksuckers together in an environment conducive to making everyone happy. I can see looking at your face that you're enjoying the cocksucker I assigned to you as your reward but at heart your much happier being the suckboy. I'm curious, how did it feel kneeling down and being face fucked while you were in the middle of a crowd? I'm looking for more than just a "felt good" kind of answer; let yourself go and tell me what it really meant to you"
The question demanded an answer and I tried hard to be honest even though the slow, insistent cock-sucking I was getting made it difficult to concentrate. In the back of my mind I realized that Helmut had instructed the suckboy to keep me just on the edge of cumming.
"Sir, I was very excited and I think the ever-present humiliation aspect of my submitting caused my excitement. When I fell onto my knees in front of you with the crowd gathering to watch I knew that finally without question I was a cocksucker and happy with myself. I always knew I was a little different, eager to please and not too comfortable with the girls. In high school I would feel a little tingle when I was in the boy's locker room. I didn't realize then that I was a natural submissive who wanted nothing more than to submit to the alpha male guys who I couldn't stop looking at. I just felt comfortable on my knees sucking your cock and the crowd watching me just heightened my feelings; it felt so very right. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to suck your cock better than anyone ever before had. My own cock was hard as a rock just with the thought of what I was going to do. When I put my tongue on your cockhead, knowing that everyone was watching my submission I felt at home, happy and content. In a funny sort of way that freed me; I had acknowledged that I was just a cocksucker, there was no longer any reason to deny it in my own mind. No reason to hold back. Does that make any kind of sense Sir?"
Helmut smiled and gave me a fatherly pat on the head as he replied, "Oh yeah, it makes perfect sense to us. We've often had to lead a boy into the reality of what makes him tick. At this point Chrissie you're a full member of our club. As you've probably guessed we're a group of guys with common interests; we have guys who want their cocks serviced and guys who are cocksuckers. The vast majority of cocks are married straight guys who have found that a dedicated, male cocksucker provides much better service than any women can. Guy blow-boys worship cock and want nothing more than to feel it stretch their mouth as it pulses with pleasure. On the other hand women suck cock grudgingly and usually demand a romantic dinner or jewelry; it takes hours of falderal about feelings and love to get a mediocre blow job then they spit out your cum load like it was poison. What a bunch of crap. A boy cocksucker just wants his man's cock, cum and pleasure."
Helmut was right; when I was on my knees, I didn't want anything more than to please the cock, I was servicing. When there was a prick filling my mouth my only thoughts revolved around his pleasure to the point where my best cum-climaxes were when swallowing cock. This boy eating my prick was pretty good also; he would take me right to the edge then return to licking my balls and mouthing my cockhead. I noticed that Helmut had adopted that "superior" smirk as he continued.
"In our club there are no inhibitions; you're free to be what you were born to be. Our members meet a couple of times a week and take pills to increase their cum loads. We've found that our best cocksuckers gradually evolve and can only cum themselves when pleasing a man. I think you'll be one of those boys, wholly dedicated to being a cocksucker. Of course, total service will demand that you drink a man's piss; there is no better way to acknowledge your submission than to kneel and let an alpha male piss into your mouth. You're of a very docile nature and you'll fit in quite nicely here. Do you see this ring; it's worn by the top-guys in our group. When you see a ring like this you're to ask if he wants to be sucked off. You'll have a different kind of ring that marks you as a cocksucker for the members when you're not in this clubhouse. A lot of our members make "arrangements" outside of our meetings to have cocksuckers come to their office for a quick suck; it's all good."
He lightly slapped my suck-boy's cheek and the cocksucker stopped and left. Again that all-knowing smirk as he said, "I wanted you to see just how pleasurable a trained cocksucker can be but we both know that's not for you. You're happiest being the mouth-cunt; go over there and suck on that white haired guys cock, get going."
This was new but I hurried to obey. The man was talking as I approached and knelt down in front of him. I reached up to cup his considerable manhood and asked; "Please Sir, may I suck on your cock?" he answered by using one hand to push his cock into my mouth without either him or his partner missing a beat in their conversation.
The cock was damp and just a little stiff; I wondered if another cocksucker had just finished up a blowjob before I arrived. As I sucked and licked on this stranger's cock, nicely hardening and starting to fill my mouth, I thought of how perfect this was; how lucky I was to have finally found my place in the universe. I was a cocksucker now and happy to serve I thought just as a spurt of cum hit my tongue, happy indeed.
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