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Excerpt:
"You're a bottom Chrissy and trained bottom boys don't need to cum and in fact only want to cum when serving their Master's. A suck-boy in our service only gets his sexual relief from the experience that the Alpha-male is having. His relief actually starts from the time that a better man's cock enters him and then increases as the Master gets more excited and then climaxes, giving the suck-boy his cum and possibly the sexual relief he needs. In no circumstance will one of our Club boys achieve a cum unless he's servicing his Master. He knows that he's never to beat his own cock off or even handle his own cock, that's the rule here and you'll find it's for your own good."
It was time, in just a few days I had become more and more comfortable in my submissive role. I was now accustomed to thinking of him as a better man who I must obey. Master John had told me of the club he belonged to where slaves and Master's met in a comfortable, luxurious setting. I was intrigued when he said he'd take me there. It was only a few days away.
Today was the day I was to visit the club, Master laughingly referred to me as an interested observer as we entered the road to the compound. This was the first time in a week that I had clothes on and it actually felt funny to be clothed.
The Club was situated in the middle of a 330-acre plot. It had been built many years ago for the express purpose of being a sex club. As we drove up I could see the brown, brick stucco walls that completely enclosed the place behind walls 10 feet high of concrete. It was even more impressive because it was situated amongst very large trees. I had a fleeting thought of the desert movie oasis. After a dusty drive we arrived at a substantial gate.
Master dialed in the key code and the gate opened for us to walk in; I honestly felt lightheaded as I realized that I was finally here. We walked thru a dimly lit building that led into the main house. It had an odd design in that there was a very large, sumptuously appointed room with glass doors on one side and a bathroom in one corner. One of the real oddities of the room was that it had no walls; it was a completely open space!
There were glass doors on one side that led out into a large pool patio area under what looked like a huge roll-out awning. In addition to the pool there was a hot tub, palm trees, lounge chairs and what looked like some small rooms in back of light weight curtains waving in the day's soft breezes. The initial quick-flash impression of the outside area was that it was really posh with all the furnishing of first-rate quality reeked of being certainly conceived for the total comfort of its members.
Master John led me over to a large, black leather couch where a middle-aged man sat with his legs spread and a naked suck-boy between his legs servicing him. I didn't know it then but he was the Club's manager.
"Hi John, I see you've bought us the new boy you told us about, that's just great. Why don't you go visit with Doug at the bar while I interview him."?
The manager smiled at me as he was talking and motioned me to sit on the couch next to him, another naked slave boy appeared and offered me a glass of wine. I accepted the glass and couldn't help thinking of how very surreal this was as I sat next to the club's manager who was enjoying a blow job from a naked slave; I took another swig of the very good red varietal wine as I took it all in.
"Well Chrissy you've taken your first big steps; you answered John's ad and agreed to interview with us at our little Club. These are the very big steps leading to an understanding of what you really are; it's the only way you'll be truly happy. I think it better if you strip naked for our little talk, do it now" he said with a smile that let me know that it was really an order, not a suggestion.
I had waited for this interview so there was no choice so as confidently as I could I leaned forward removing my shoes and socks and then stood up to take off my shirt hanging it on the back of the chair. I turned to face Mark who still had his cock firmly planted in the kneeling slave's mouth as I unbuckled my belt. It seemed to me that the room was filled with a casual, relaxed attitude that was at odds with the excitement and yes, the fear that I was now feeling. I went ahead and unbuttoned my pants, unzipped the zipper and stepped out of them. I turned and faced Master Mark with an embarrassing erection tenting my jockey shorts.
My gaze went to Mark who looked me square in the eye and then at my crotch before looking me in the eye again. He smiled a smirky, go-ahead sort of nod. I took this as an invitation (order?) and hooked my thumbs under the waistband and lowered my shorts. When I straightened up my very erect little cock was pointed due north. I think it was at this instant that I realized I had just crossed yet another new threshold and it made me smile in spite of the natural humiliation I felt.
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A new feeling washed over me as I noticed Master Mark gazing at my erection. I wasn't exactly humiliated because Master John had certainly gotten me accustomed to being nude but now I was completely nude in front of a man I barely knew who was to soon be one of my owners. There was a sexual tension in the room that I could almost taste.
Mark said, "Well, you sure are happy to be here. Now I'd like you to turn around, bend over, and spread your ass cheeks for me, I want to get a good look at your boy-cunt now."
When I had assumed the position, I felt Master Mark nudge a finger lightly down my crack just before he smacked my ass cheek sharply with his hand.
"I think you'll be a pretty good fuck Chrissy now just sit on the floor while I give you what we club members laughingly call "the cocksucker reality talk."
"But first Chris, tell me what do you know of our little club?" Master Mark said as he pulled his suck-boy's head off his cock and pushed him onto his balls with a one-word order, "lick."
I answered truthfully that I knew only little bits and pieces about the club that I had overheard at Master John's house.
"Well we'll have to change that, I guess it's my job to explain what we're about here. By the way, does Simon's sucking on my cock bother you? In a bit I'll have him service you while we talk, would you like that?"
"Yes Sir, I think that I would like that. "I answered.
"In a while then, our little club isn't really unique, there are many similar organizations around the world; we know because they give us reciprocal privileges when we're traveling just like Yacht and golf clubs do. A little research and you'll find that throughout all history Alpha males have formed into groups to get the pampered sexual services they want. In our case we have well over 200 active members so our clubhouse here is never really close to empty."
Master Mark then asked if I had any questions before he continued, "Our founder's way back in the sixties gathered a group of guys who could easily afford the dues that are needed to run a very luxurious spa for males who had definite ideas of how they wanted to be sexually served. Early on they found that submissive males made very docile, eager cocksuckers that were easily trained, that's been our focus ever since. While our members are straight our research showed that male cocksuckers actually enjoyed being subservient while women serve only grudgingly and often bulk at providing the "complete service" our members expect. Once our founders made the determination that a mouth is a mouth, we went ahead with an all-male staff."
I was really immersed in Master Mark's history and how I might fit into their Club when he surprised me by directing his suck-boy, Simon, to suck on my cock. I have to agree that he had a magical mouth; it was warm, wet and silky. My little cock was certainly no challenge for him. I couldn't help staring at Master Mark's big cock glistening with saliva. The club manager was certainly hung; a thought flashed through my mind that I had never even seen a cock that thick let alone serviced one.
"Don't make him cum Simon, just get him going, you know the rules. Our service boys can't cum except when their servicing one of his owners, he's not allowed to play with his own cock or cum in another boy's mouth or ass; the only relief that's allowed is for the suck-boy to spontaneously cum when he's servicing a Club member. We've found that our boys serve the best when their constantly aroused and horny. It isn't as difficult as you might think. It's been our experience that after a week or so here all of our suck-boys achieve a cum serving a member, usually with a cock plugging their mouth. You'll find that a cum achieved while you're serving one of your owners is the most satisfying climax that you've ever had. By the way what Simon is demonstrating on you is what's called edging, keeping the suckee right on the brink of a cum, almost there but not there; the cocksucker must be skilled in reading the signs and slowing to keep the "edge" on. A trained cocksucker feels the pulse of a prick along with the swelling of a cockhead and adjusts his mouth action to slow the cum."
It was a lot to think about but Simon's suck skills made it difficult to concentrate. I thought of myself as a reasonably skilled cocksucker but now knew that I had much to learn to match Simon's skill set.
Master Mark didn't let me contemplate for long as he continued.
"You're a bottom Chrissy and trained bottom boys don't need to cum and in fact only want to cum when serving their Master's. A suck-boy in our service only gets his sexual relief from the experience that the Alpha-male is having. His relief actually starts from the time that a better man's cock enters him and then increases as the Master gets more excited and then climaxes, giving the suck-boy his cum and possibly the sexual relief he needs. In no circumstance will one of our Club boys achieve a cum unless he's servicing his Master. He knows that he's never to beat his own cock off or even handle his own cock, that's the rule here and you'll find it's for your own good."
Master Mark handed me a paper and told me to read it carefully before I signed it. This "service-Manifesto" defined my devotion to the Alpha's of the club. It was really surreal as a boy sucked my cock while I contemplated becoming a club cockslave. The manifesto read:
To our Applicant, please read, understand and sign this Cocksucker Manifesto. In order to clearly embrace the role of a service provider you must first understand who you are and what you are. It's important to clearly think it through. An experienced cocksucker should discuss his cocksucker manifesto with his feeder-owner to form an ongoing agreement for sexual services.
Your feeder-owner might want to add services not mentioned or add detail to specific actions. A cocksucker cannot be shy and will usually be pleasantly surprised to find that his man will be flattered by his effort to please and the humiliating candor he must muster to discuss his cocksucking service.
The cocksucker, customer manifesto is a pleasant "talking point" that a cocksucker can use to outline the services he's proficient at. It's also true that talking frankly and explicitly about servicing a man is very exciting to both the alpha-male and the submissive. If the cocksucker is naked during the "talk" so much the better; it's certainly exciting and humiliating.
As a cocksucker I long ago realized that my place is between the legs of my feeder. I am a cocksucker and I realize my sexual fulfillment depends on the level of pleasure I give to my feeder along with his generosity in allowing me to gain nourishment from his manhood.
I must always keep the real facts of life in mind. "In life there are superior men (alpha-male) and their followers (beta-male). It's the natural order that some superior men want to be worshipped while many followers want to be worshippers. Men automatically sort out into a hierarchy of superior men and their followers. This happens quite formally in the military all over the world, it happens informally in small tribes, in happens with gangs, it happens anytime men get together without women. Looser hierarchies occur when females are involved with the men, but men still naturally sort out from superior to inferior, top to bottom, he who is the god, and he who worships the god. Men always gravitate to Dominant and submissive roles in their relationships because there is something so deeply and profoundly satisfying for a superior Man to be worshiped and serviced by submissive males. It's equally satisfying perhaps even more satisfying, for submissive males to be granted the opportunity to serve and worship a superior Man, a man who'll guide, control, and even own them in different forms of consensual slavery mutually without guilt on anyone's part."
As a cocksucker, I realize that my only real sexual organs are my mouth, tongue, and throat. I know that my only need is to pleasure my feeder from my perch at my one true place, kneeling between his legs. I was born to be a cocksucker and can only be content when humiliating myself by worshipping the cock of my feeder-owner, a superior man. I know that my man wants constant examples of respectful acknowledgement of his superiority so I'll maintain eye contact as I demean myself with a mouthful of cock; I'll present my mouthful of cum to him, slack jawed, before I swallow his gift. It's all about respect and ownership.
I have no needs other than his needs. As his cocksucker, I solemnly vow, without hesitation or regret to work hard to train my willing mouth. I Know I belong on my knees in awe at the opportunity to service the manhood of the alpha-male feeder. I have to always be very ready to accept my feeder's thick semen. It's my nourishment, his gift to me. My job is to be his cum receptacle in any manner he requires whenever, wherever he wants.
I give my feeder my best for this is what he deserves for allowing me to nourish myself on the head of his prick. I promise to maintain such focus on his cock and his pleasure that it becomes the center of my universe. I'll learn when he needs me to suck, swallow, gag, stroke, and choke without his having to tell me. If he only wants me to suckle on his cockhead then that's what I'll do; if he wants to see me gag on his massive prick I'm ready. I know my place in the world and love and embrace being a cocksucker as this is the only way I can perform to my feeder's satisfaction.
I accept that my feeder is allowed to say whatever he wants or call me whatever name he thinks appropriate while I am pleasuring him. I'll show my addiction and need for his cock and cum by begging for it if need be, for I know that a real Cocksucker has no standing, no pride. A cocksucker's Alpha male considers his cocksucker as simply a warm-mouth receptacle for his cock, cum and piss.
He's welcome to make my mouth a willing and anxious hole for his warm, nourishing semen as I will swallow my Feeder's cum with pride. I must learn every nuance of his cock and what pleasures him the most then meekly surrender to deep throating, surrender to face-fucking, surrender to multiple cocks or offering to be used as his urinal.
If he wants me to lick his ass-crack I know that I must kneel and bury my face between his manly twin globes with my tongue out; after all it is my place.
I'll never stop until my feeder is finished with me and truly satisfied. I must be ready for an alpha male superior at any time, or any place. As a cocksucker, I realize that my sexual identity, my sense of self is tied to the service I need to furnish to the cock of a superior man.
I know that in life I will only achieve fulfillment through the graciousness and charity of my feeder and hereby vow with all sincerity to service my feeder to the best of my ability and strive to improve my technique through constant training and practice.
The consequences in breaking this contract will result in my spiritual, sexual, and physical starvation. I was put on this earth to serve and only performing as a happy cocksucker fulfills me.
I realize that my owner may want to fuck my ass; I must submit to him. If he desires to bend me over like a bitch dog and plunge his big cock into through my ass-lips then I must accept his fucking with gratitude. I am but a hole for his cock and my pain isn't his concern. When he finishes with my nether hole I know that it's my place to clean his slimy cock, sticky with cum and waste. I will use my tongue to lick his cock clean until it's as pristine as when he leaves a shower.
This is my fate; I was created to be a real man's cockslave using my lips, mouth, tongue and ass to service him. I am his cocksucker.
Signature of applicant_____________________________________________
I gulped and signed realizing that it was the very first time that I had really, thoughtfully come to terms with what I was.
There must have been a signal because quite suddenly Simon stopped sucking me and just got up and left the area. Master Mark smirked as he said. "I think you should get down here and lick my balls as I continue boy." I had been staring at his magnificent cock anyway and I just slid to the floor and began tonguing his ball sack.
"Ah, that's right Chrissy you're going to be the happiest and most satisfied knowing that you're just a faggot; a faggot that serves men anyway they want. You'll soon be able to accept these facts about yourself because they make you happy and satisfied. When you accept the truth while serving a man and acknowledge that he's totally in charge you'll finally be fulfilled and happy. If he wants to face fuck you then you'll just unhinge your jaw and make your mouth into a cunt. You're going to convince your mind that your mouth is a cunt. A deep cunt with a tongue made for a man's pleasure. It's important to realize that your tongue isn't just for conversation, it's for licking a real man's balls and asshole, whatever he wants is your responsibility."
It's funny but his words seemed to be much more meaningful and important from my vantage point on the floor tonguing his balls; I was actually inspired as he so accurately described me. There's something to be said about finally finding yourself and your place in life, it made me feel much freer. Master Mark continued in his soft assertive, matter of fact tone.
"Up till now Chrissy your world has been grey, without the excitement of color; Our Club can make it as bright as a circus wagon, all you have to do is follow our directions and totally acknowledge that you're a cocksucker put on the planet to lick a man's ass and drink his cum. We know what you need because we've had experience with boys like you; we can teach you how to satisfy that constant itch you know you have. It's a truism that you'll only be happy when you're servicing a real man; it's what suck-boys like you were created for; to make the cocks of men feel good. Of course, we know that you've heard that boy-cocksuckers are queer people that men make fun of, don't believe it, cocksuckers are valuable commodities. At our Club we know that Cocksuckers serve a valuable need by sucking off the excess jism from a man's balls. There's nothing quite as relaxing as having a talented cocksucker drain your balls just the way you like it at the speed you enjoy. No women can serve as that talented cocksucker because that all-important need for humiliation is missing. A cocksucker boy wants to submit, wants to be humiliated and thus tries so much harder."
I was lost in his meaty, soft balls as I listened to his oh-so-accurate description of who I am. I knew his big balls were full of the sticky, salty cum that I craved and somehow it seemed so right to be worshiping them.
"You know Chrissy that a cocksucker's mouth is his most important sexual organ. Our suck-boys have that reinforced every day they are with us. There is a Club rule that they will take anything that comes out of our pricks into their mouth and swallow it. It's all irrespective of whether I have been fucking a boy's ass or his throat. In most cases our members will always finish off in a boy's mouth. We like our cocksuckers to be hot, obedient, submissive, willing, hungry, eager, and expert in their craft. Our club members get off on a guy on his knees needing a cock. We love to fuck face our boys our way not the cocksucker's way, that means we will always control the situation, and the suck-boy does everything just the way he's told. It's really simple we tell you what to do and you submit no matter what it is. Take just my cockhead into your mouth now boy!"
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I quickly closed my lips around his big, purple cockhead and gently sucked on it. There's nothing that feels as smooth and velvety as cock; I was loving it.
"I've decided to take you into our club as a trainee suck-boy. You'll be outfitted with the yellow wrist and neck bands that signify your trainee status. A fully trained and tested Club cocksucker wears pink leather gear. You don't have to worry, we'll train you to serve the way we want.
I remembered a passage that I had read in "training the Submissive" that was so on point to my situation that I had read and reread it until it was committed to my memory. I couldn't help thinking of that passage.
"You should know that our little organization was started by some wealthy people that wanted to relax and be serviced in any way they want much like it was in ancient Rome for the elite ruling classes. It took us a while to find out that an eager, happy submissive made a much better cocksucker.
I'm using the word cocksucker but you understand that you'll be servicing much more of me than my cock; from your application I know you're good with this but we have to just be sure. I'm sure you noticed that our slave boys have to be volunteers, no kidnapping or coercion for us. The men serving in our organization think only of pleasing the man they are servicing and are excited by the shear humiliation of it all. A boy like you, to use biker-bar vernacular, you'll become their bitch."
"I'm telling you this so we can work towards your acceptance of who and what you are. If you're really a cocksucker there's nothing you can do to stop that from controlling your entire life. Fighting it will only cause you misery and discontent. You will never be satisfied with your life not matter how successful or rich you are unless you acknowledge that you were born to serve better men."
"We'll put you in the "service industry" he said with a wide smile."
Was he right? Was my place between a man's legs, kneeling to suck on his cock? I had to admit that these explicit thoughts he was telling me had me very excited. I didn't want to get up and leave, I wanted to go ahead with this. Maybe I was the submissive, cocksucker he was describing.
Sir continued, "You're starting on a difficult journey boy; I'll help you through it but you've got to just let yourself go and trust me. If you trust me and accept your position you'll find yourself in the happiest place you've ever been. During your training you'll not be abused and I think you'll find me quite friendly yet demanding. Has long as you realize your place is sucking cock you'll find that learning the skills of a personal slave is enjoyable; you will want to please. Acceptance of your role in life will free you to serve alpha males with the skill and eagerness that they deserve."
I thought to myself that he might be right; I was very hot and already thinking of myself as that slave boy he wanted.
"It's time to take your clothes off now boy, strip down while I'm talking. You'll soon be performing the acts you've been fantasying about. I'll lead you through them; all you have to do is obey me. It's been our experience that boys like you make much better personal slaves after they've accepted their place in life and therefore think only of the cock in their mouth or the ass crack they have to lick."
On the drive over Master John had reminded me of my obligations as a cocksucker. My training up to this day had been intensive and a recap of what was required of a cock slave he thought useful. He didn't know that his selection of "reading homework" was constantly rolling through my head.
"Remember boy, whenever a cock is inside your mouth, you must forget about having a throat, it's a face cunt, a male face cunt and it must work exactly as a cunt. In some respects, your mouth cunt is better because a cunt hasn't a tongue to lick your Master's piss slit and balls."
"You'll realize when your face cunt is working at its best by the words of your Master, by his moaning, by the way he grabs your face, by the intensity of his strokes as he stuffs your mouth with cock."
"Your face cunt must be a well of pleasure for the cock of your Master and his cum bucket. A receptacle for his spunk, his piss and spit. The very moment you realize your throat is a face cunt you understand you have finally become a cocksucker, very useful to your Master. Your reward will be his pleasure and the taste of his cum and piss. As you're taught how to perform your toilet duty keep in mind that it's what your Master wants of you, make me proud."
We walked thru a dimly lit building and out into a large, sunny pool patio area. In addition to the pool there was a hot tub, many palm trees, lounge chairs and what looked like some small rooms in the back of shear light curtains that waved in the soft breeze. The place looked very much like a plush outdoor bar in Key West. The big walnut bar was surrounded by bar stools with red leather seats and backs. The entire look was posh and inviting.
It certainly wasn't difficult to tell who was slave and who Master. All the slaves wore only leather cuffs, collars and leashes but were otherwise naked while the obvious Masters and a few Mistresses were in various stages of dress with some naked and others fully clothed.
My owner sat down at one of the comfortable bar stools while motioning me to the floor on the side of him. The man next to us had a very young, skinny boy on his knees licking his feet. "Hi John, who's the mooch, a new slave boy" the man asked?
"Yeah, he's new all right, I bought him here to observe, see if this is really his scene. You know it's not for everyone but I think he just might make a good body slave, he did sign the Manifesto, we'll soon see."
From my vantage point on the floor I tried to watch the action but I Couldn't see all that well. Master noticed and motioned me to follow him. I was soon in the middle of the compound where Master tied a rope fastened to a steel ring in the floor around my neck. "Take a good look boy, visualize yourself here. Don't worry no one will bother you without the leather collar and cuffs that make you a full-fledged, accepted club slave here, enjoy."
As I cringed on the ground I looked around, slaves were being used all over. The great majority were men or boys but there were a few women. On my right a Mistress was in a hammock like sling complete with stirrups and the bottom cut out allowing very complete access to her cunt and ass. A slave boy was using his tongue and slobbering up and down her crack from her asshole to fuck hole with the flat of his tongue. Every once in a while, a man on a recliner next to her would stand up and stick his cock in her pussy. The little slave would move his head and watch closely. When the man pulled his cock out the boy just slurped the man's cock clean before returning to his cunt-lapping duties.
In all this I was amazed that the Masters seemed to be able to continuously cum, in great quantities and at will. Then I remembered Master telling me on the way down here that members took an herb potion that allowed them to cum whenever they wanted.
Over to the other side of the compound it looked like there was a new slave just beginning his initiation. There were two members training the slave boy of about 18 how to serve a cock. His name was Mike and even though he, like all slaves sought out the humiliation and shame of slavery he certainly seemed apprehensive. I imagined what this must be like for him, for me, it was hot to watch.
My owner had told me that servicing his Master's cock for the first few times was usually done in private. That way the suck boy could get used to performing as a man's cocksucker without the distractions and additional humiliation of being watched. This was the second stage and the suck boy was going to have to perform in front of a crowd. I knew that being a cocksucker alone with just you and your man was quite a private thing while doing it in front of a crowd required the boy to admit to himself that he wanted to debase himself by submitting in front of others; it was a big step for a cocksucker. One of the members using a firm, soft tone said "Now you just open up and take the head, kid. We'll start out real slow while you get used to sucking on a cock, Ok? Now first thing, just slide your tongue around the head of my cock, get it good and wet before you get some suction going."
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"Yes, Sir" the boy said as he slowly opened his mouth and accepted the thick, pink cockhead that was offered to him. The man's cock was drooling quite a lot of precum now and I knew the boy could certainly taste the salty tang of it as he ran his tongue over the huge, purple head. The man sighed as the boy slave's hot mouth surrounded his hard cock. I guessed that he had never tasted cum before but knew that he would soon find that the taste of this man's precum would be a treat.
"Whatcha doing down there kid?" The man asked as he leaned back and looked down. "I don't feel any tongue action, something wrong, get to it?"
The boy slowly shook his head and got back to working on the hard cock in his mouth. I knew from experience that he was amazed at how thick this man's cock was and how his mouth had to stretch open to take just the first few inches. The boy slave Mike startled a bit when he heard another clicking sound behind him followed by a whoosh as the second trainer began lightly flogging his bare ass with a leather belt like whip. The whip never broke skin but it did hurt; it was just another training step that the club had developed to keep the new slut focused.
The man in front started talking again which seemed to pull the boy back to the task at hand.
"Ok kid, let's get some more of my cock into that hot mouth of yours. You just start suckin' while I slide it in; Let's see how much of my cock you can take!"
Again, he tried to pull back but the Master was pressing forward pushing The hard cock further into his mouth as the light ass whipping kept up the rhythm.
"MMmmmMMMMMnnn." was all the little slave could say as the long, thick shaft slid further into his mouth, deeper and deeper. I couldn't help but visualize myself in his place, on my knees in front of my trainer choking on his cock as his friend flogged my ass.
"Oh yeah, do it you slave slut!! Suck that cock! Wrap those tight lips around it and suck! Suck that cock!!!The boy was probably relieved the trainer had stopped just short of hitting the back of his throat but just as that thought formed the man pushed forward plugging the boys windpipe with the thick cock head. Again and again he choked him with his cock before pulling out for the boy to catch a breath. Eventually the boy became a little more accustomed to the cock invading his throat. It wasn't yet comfortable for him but he knew now he wouldn't die. I remembered just how unsettling this training was for me; I recalled having watering eyes while saliva gushed out of my mouth as I gasped for a breath of air.
The boy was now sucking and running his tongue over the hard shaft as the Master began to slowly fuck his mouth, in and out, ever deeper and deeper.
The Master in the front had his cock in hand while yelling at the boy (Mikey). "Ok, you little shit now you are gonna get a serious mouth fuck and you BETTER keep your fuckin' teeth in check! No more taking it slow, I need to blow my load, now! That's enough of this gentle, slow cocksucker training!"
His mouth was still open as the assault on his ass cheeks continued. Just as the pain started to lessen the boy felt the hard cock in front of him jamming into his mouth and down deep into his throat, causing him to again gag.
"Take it you fucking cum-dump." The trainer said as he thrust his body up to his boy's mouthcunt.
The slave took a quick deep breath in through his nose just before the cock slammed back into his mouth. I knew that by now he couldn't think straight; the cock that was now his entire universe fucked deep into his mouth. The long, thick shaft in his mouth gagged him every time it slid down his throat. Little slave Mikey didn't even have time to panic as he dealt with this hard, horny Master using his mouth as a cum-dump. The swats to his bare ass were causing him to lurch forward now eager for the prick to thrust through his lips. He could also feel the collar around his neck bite every time Master fucking his mouth thrust into his face, a reminder of his status, I thought. He was now just spasming throat cunt throbbing around a cock. After a dozen fast strokes into his throat the trainer's heavy breathing turned to a loud groan as the cock fucking his mouth hardened and spit cum into the boy's tender throat.
"Ok boy, here ya go, the trainer yelled, "Your first load of nut juice! Oh yeah, oh Fuck yeah! Swallow that load!! Eat it now boy. Awwwww fuck, fuck yeah!"
The boy's eyes flew wide open as he felt the large shaft go rock hard with a pulse working up to the tip. Suddenly a shot of cum blasted out and coated the back of his throat, then another and another until Mikey's mouth was full of thick, hot cum swimming around Master's hard cock. The man kept thrusting into the slave's mouth as he worked out every drop of cum from his swollen balls. The taste of ball juice slammed into the boy's senses as the slowly thrusting cock finally started to shrink. The man shuddered as he reluctantly withdrew his cock from the slave's hot mouth. He leaned down to see the boy's skinny body jerking with the sensation of the trainer's cock finally leaving his mouth.
"Now you just swill that load around in your mouth, kid, get a good taste of what you will be eating for the rest of your life, what you were born to do. And don't you even think about spitting it out!! That is high quality V.I.P. Master cum that is never to be wasted. What do ya think slave? Taste good?" Mikey nodded yes.
A tear slowly slid down Mikey's face as his mouth held the thick load of man cum. The man smiled down, "Open up, kid, let's see how much I shot into your pussyboy mouth!"
The slave's mouth opened slowly to show the man the large, milky load pooled in the corner of his mouth. Another hard thrust into his mouth from Master's fuck stick caused a bit of cum to slip over his lower lip and slide down his chin.
"Ah, ah, baby. That is prime sperm from a real man! We wanna make sure you swallow it all down!" The man slowly slid his finger under the boy's jerking chin to catch the large drop of cum. "Here ya go kid, suck that off of my finger and swallow down my load. You have to make room for the next hard cock to make a deposit."
The boy swallowed once, twice and then a third time trying to get all of the thick, sticky cum down his throat. He couldn't get it all down, it must have felt like it was coating his mouth and throat. Of all people, I knew that the taste of cum would not leave his senses soon!!
"Good boy." the man said as he stood tall and zipped up his slacks. "Now you enjoy that cum meal and don't worry, I'll send someone else over to fill that hot mouth of yours in just a few minutes. From what I saw when I got here, this place was filling up fast, there will be Masters over here one after the other. You'll be eating a lot of man cum tonight, kid, but I'm sure you'll always remember that my load in your mouth was your first, see you later, kid."
Slave Mikey winced at the thought of eating even more cum but he did not have time to worry about it. The man who had encouraged him by whipping his ass was standing in front.
I have to admit that watching a boy slave get his first throat fucking just as I had recently experienced it, made me hot, it wasn't a very long leap of faith to put me back in that same place, I was happy in servitude now and I bet the boy was also.
There were more slaves that were tethered to floor rings or various devices that positioned them for a Master's pleasure. I watched an older slave who was fastened on his stomach over a wide, upholstered hassock. His ankles were spread wide so that his ass was opened wide and in perfect position for any man who wanted to fuck it. On the other side there was a red curtain that kind of closed off a corner. I wondered what could possibly go on in there given the sex being done out in the open right here. I sensed a presence and looked up into John's face. "Well I can see from your hard on that you're excited by all this. Look at me and tell me you want to continue or I'll take you out of here." He was right I had to go on, I really did like this.
"I want to serve here Master, let me stay."
"I thought so boy, I believe that you're a natural slave but as your Master I have to tell you that it won't be easy, you have a lot to learn."
He untied the rope that tethered me to the floor and walked towards the red curtain in the corner with me scampering behind him.
As we entered I noticed that it was quite dimly lit, so that was the reason for the curtains, to shield the outside light. There were many slaves inside the room, which appeared to be a rest room! As my eyes grew accustomed to the gloom I saw just how strange a rest room this was. Master motioned to a slave tethered at a freestanding urinal in the middle of the floor. The boy shuffled to the back of it and stuck his head thru the opening. There was a hole molded into it in the shape of a head that a slave could stick their head into, how awful, how cool this was!
Master opened his robe and took out his half hard cock. The other slaves were watching with what I thought was envy as Master John looked down at the urinal slave's face and slowly began to piss. I couldn't help it I sighed with the shear eroticism of it all. Master looked at me and asked if I thought I was ready.
"Do you think your really ready boy, want to take his place?" I nodded my head as I said "yes Sir, please Sir." The boy reluctantly moved away at John's order. Master John was solicitous about placing my face just so in the urinal even asking if I was comfortable. When he walked around the front I had a little time to wonder what I was in for. As I think about it now I'm sure that John wanted me to contemplate my role as his piss drinker. With my face firmly in the urinal I felt every bit the slave boy; It was so hot.
John finally stood just in front of me with a half hardon, just looking at me as he said, "Open your cunt mouth now boy and let's see your eyes eh. Stick your tongue out and try to lick that drop of piss off my piss slit, a wee little taste for you. Ah, good, now let me tell you how it's going to go; I'll piss into your mouth and you're to hust hold it there, just like a piss bowl eh, until I tell you to flush your mouth by swallowing. It's your first time so I'll go slowly so you can get used to it and have time to savor your first taste of man piss." I didn't have much time to reflect as he almost immediately shot a short spurt into my open mouth. I noted that it didn't taste half bad, very warm, salty and tangy with a musty pissy smell.
"Swallow my piss now boy, you're a star, all the other toilet mouths are looking at you pissed off because their not getting it. Ha Ha pissed off, no pun intended eh cunt."
Once again he filled my mouth with the warm, salty brew having me swallow on his command. I was as hot as I had ever been with my face in a man's urinal and mouth open. "Well pig, I guess we both know what you are now eh."
The next morning my place in this "new" world was explained by a club member who was temporarily assigned to oversee my training when John was called away. He said, "OK slave normally I will just sit on the side of the bed and you'll put my cock in your mouth and drink my morning piss. But for today since you're still in training we'll go into the toilet."
Master started walking to the bathroom and I crawled behind until Master was standing upright at the toilet bowl. He told me to reach my hands around and hold his cock for him while he pissed into the toilet. I easily put my hands up and held his amazing cock while he pissed. Just as he was about to finish and was getting to the last few drops he stopped, brushed my hands aside and turned around. "Slave, open up your mouth for me" I quickly opened my mouth. He positioned his half hard cock in my mouth and released the ending stream of piss.
"Ok boy, get used to that taste. That's the piss of a real man."
"Yes Master thank you for the gift that has come from your cock."
He then slapped his cock around my face splashing and marking my face with the last few bits of pee that hung on the piss slit of his Master cock.
"Next time slave you'll get it right from the tap; I'll piss the entire amount into your toilet mouth. I'm not going to spend a lot of time training you to drink my piss. It'll be the main drink you have throughout the day so you might as well get used to it right off the bat and right from the bat." Master smiled at his little inside joke.
So now I knew that every day for the rest of my life except when at work, my day would begin by drinking the piss of one of my Masters. Although we had never discussed this during my online introduction, I was very excited about starting my day this way and should probably been ashamed at finding it exciting but actually I was more proud than ashamed. This treatment was extra humiliating to me for it fulfilled a need I had.
The next day I was consigned to training Master to further my training. I was shocked when he told me he was going to teach me to suck his ass. I thought to myself that I wasn't going to do that no matter what! Yet here I was kneeling on the cold tile floor as he told me what to expect.
"It'll be a pleasure teaching you how to suck and lick a man's asshole, it's an important skill for any cocksucker and extremely pleasurable for your owner. Once you get beyond your initial reluctance and inhibitions you'll love performing this service. I think its best that we're alone for your first time, nice and private. The bathroom is a very erotic place for most cocksuckers and I bet it's the same for you. It's a room for the most personal of acts and your licking my ass for me certainly qualifies."
I felt him watching me trembling on my knees. The training Master turned around and straddled my head, facing my feet. His ass was now over my face instead of his cock and balls, which were dangling just out of reach of my mouth. I looked up as his ass hovered over my face.
"You're going to love this boy," Ted said. His balls were hanging just inches away from my chin as he spread his ass-cheeks. I was fascinated and yet appalled as he spread his ass cheeks. His deep dark ass-crack opened and the fine hairs separated around his asshole. The puckered shit-hole was a light brown with just a fringe of hair around it.
I could see how tightly closed his asshole was, clenched comfortably shut. As I gazed at it his hole clenched tighter then let go. I gasped, almost expecting a turd dropping on my face. Instead, the hole relaxed and opened slightly. I began to smell his fragrance. The smell was primitive, a man's smell. I could smell and feel the power in him. The smell between a man's legs was becoming more familiar to me by the minute.
I heard him speaking in the background, "Boy, take a good look at my asshole, imagine how it will taste on your tongue, look carefully and think only about pleasuring my hole. After you lick up and down the crack of my ass start licking around the rim of my asshole. Use your tongue lightly, not too hard. Lightly, remember that. Then flick your tongue back and forth over it before you tongue fuck it. Now, start licking my ass crack, take a little taste."
I inhaled deeply as his ass lowered slowly until the top of his crack was right over my mouth. "Go on, put out your tongue like I told you." My tongue snaked out, the warm, salty taste of ass-flesh seared my tongue. It was a taste like none I had ever encountered. Somehow the warmth of his ass-crack felt somehow comforting on my tongue as I cautiously licked a small area. His ass-flesh was smooth and soft I noted.
The taste wasn't unpleasant but when I thought of his brown shit-hole farther down I shivered. My tongue went to work moving slowly back and forth as Ted began raising his ass into the air. My tongue was getting closer to his hole. His ass-cheeks deepened. I couldn't help it, I screamed out, "Noooo, I-I cant do it Sir."
Look boy, you heard what I said. You're going to learn how to please a man's asshole whether you like it or not. In any case I'll enjoy it. Do you need to be forced to serve like a new slave or do you want to become the eager cocksucker you know you were born to be, your choice."
I very tentatively snaked my tongue into his crack, not happy but resigned to obey him. I soon was darting the tip of my tongue around his asshole. The taste was bittersweet and burned my tongue a little. I swirled my tongue lightly as I had been instructed. Around and around the puckered, crinkled rim I licked, He arched his back and planted his ass ever more firmly firmly on my mouth. My tongue slid up and down over his brown shit hole and I could feel his soft, sensitive asshole flesh quiver slightly with pleasure. I was sucking and licking ass now like I was born to it.
"That's it boy, slide your tongue inside, work it from side to side to get it in." I did as I was told, stiffened my tongue and pushed against his asshole. I could feel his hole relax and open. My tongue found the center and swirled in probing in and out of his asshole. "That's it boy, clean out my hole." As I licked his ass the excitement of what I was doing worked on my mind. The aroma between his legs was hot, a man's smell. No matter how much the idea had repulsed me at first I found that the more I tongued his asshole, the more turned on I got; I think it was the shear nastiness of it all.
He abruptly turned over and motioned me to lick his balls. "Good boy, You've learned your first lesson pretty well but there are still a few things you need to know. The first is that your owners will usually be using your tongue as my toilet paper, it's so much warmer and softer. Also from now on whenever anyone enters or leaves a room you're to be on your knees at the door. It's a measure of respect and admiration for whomever it may be that lets you use your mouth between their legs, do you understand?"
"Yes Sir, I understand" I said as he patted me on the head like you would pat a prized pet.
The next day I was assigned to what the club referred to as "General Service duty." I knelt in the club's common area as members drank and watched sports on TV. My job had been well explained and I was alert and eager for my first task in service to the members. It wasn't long until an older man summoned me to his chair.
"Urinal boy, crawl over here." Getting quickly onto my hands and knees I quickly crawled over in front of the Master's chair. I opened my mouth wide just as I had been instructed, fully prepared to serve as a urinal. The Master ignored me kneeling there with my mouth open and continued conversing with the women sitting next to him. He finally said "OK boy get to it, I need to piss" He opened his lounging robe and simply pulled my face into his crotch laying his cock on the flat of my tongue. My instructions had been to keep my mouth open until the piss stream started so I waited, slack jawed as the two of them watched me. The club member was deliberately waiting knowing that making a slave wait for His piss increased the humiliation inherent in the act. Finally unable to wait any longer he released his stream of piss into my mouth, his urinal's mouth. I closed my lips around the cockhead to form a seal and gulping rapidly, tried to swallow it down. I felt the warm liquid fill my mouth and as I had been taught looked him in the eye as my mouth filled and I flushed / gulped his warm piss down my gullet. It was humiliating and exciting to serve as a urinal. It was my place!
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