Training Greg - Chapter 1 copyright 1998
Greg came back from his week's vacation all tan and relaxed. He wore white shirts to show off the tan, and at the open neckline I could see just a hint of hair growing back. Greg finally caught me alone on Tuesday and said, "I have to tell you, when I put on my bathing suit that first day, the guys were really surprised. A couple of them rubbed my chest, you know, to make sure the hair was really all gone. And I think a couple might be interested in having you do them. I gave you a good recommendation, so don't be surprised if they call. I think you'll like them for your tricks."
I replied, "Well, if they're as built like you are, I think I could find time in my busy schedule to handle them. Of course I'll have to get more film and razors!"
Then Greg said, smirking, "You know, you were right about the blow job. We stayed overnight at a motel near Reno, and a chick came back to the room with me. After she got over her surprise, she tasted my smooth balls and cock. Her technique was almost as good as yours! And boy did it feel good."
"Thanks," I said, grinning. "And after a week, isn't the hair starting to grow back? It should be about time to do you again."
"I'm not doing anything this weekend," Greg said. "How 'bout Saturday night? I'll even spring for the beer." "Make that Friday night, and you've got a date." I answered. "I have a lot planned, and it could take all weekend."
The week passed slowly, but Friday finally arrived. Sharply at 8:00 PM, Greg knocked on my door. I invited him in, then closed and locked the door securely behind him. Greg was dressed in a light blue tanktop which showed off his chest and arms nicely. He also had on a tight pair of jeans, showing off his basket nicely. It looked like he had underwear on, though, but I knew that would come off soon enough.
Greg handed me a beer, and took one for himself. After he had drunk one down, and thought about another, I commanded, "Strip." Greg looked at me in surprised, and I directed again, "Strip." Then I added, "Tonight we play it my way. I told you to strip."
Greg sat down on a chair and took off his hiking boots and socks. He then stood up and pulled his tank top off, making a show of it. He carelessly let it drop on the floor, so I commanded, "Hey, slob, take your clothes off neatly, if you want them back." Greg decided to play along, I guess, because he picked up his socks, rolled them up and neatly put them into his boots. He then carefully folded his shirt and laid it on top. He slowly unbuttoned his jeans, making a show of it, and piled them neatly on top of the rest of his clothes.
Once again Greg was wearing a pair of bikini briefs; this time they were bright blue. Greg slipped them off, then swung them around on his index finger as he strutted over to his clothes and laid them on top. "You'll pay for that," I growled.
Greg stood there, and I checked out the body I had shaved just a couple of weeks ago. It was nicely tanned all over, except for a delicious patch which a small bikini bathing suit would have covered. Greg's chest was covered with a darkening stubble, as were his cock and balls. The hair over and around his ass had also grown back considerably.
I pulled a pair of handcuffs from a bag sitting by the table. "Turn around," I commanded, "And give me your hands."
Greg put his hands behind his back, and I quickly cuffed them. I could see Greg was interested since, he was starting to get hard. I grabbed his balls and pulled down sharply. "Ouch!" Greg exclaimed.
"Who gave you permission to get hard?" I asked?
I walked in front of Greg, and ran my hand across his chest, feeling the muscles he had built up with many hours in the gym. I started playing with his tits. They started perking up, so I grabbed one and started kneading it between my thumb and index finger. As I played with it, pulling it and pinching it, Greg closed his eyes and started breathing heavily. "A natural," I thought. "And this boy thinks he's straight?"
After I had worked on both tits for a few minutes, with my fingers and with my teeth, and they were standing out from his chest, I reached into my goodie bag and pulled out a pair of adjustable clamps. Greg's eyes had opened when I had stopped working on his chest. "What's that?" he quavered a little nervously.
"Watch," I said, as I placed the first clamp on his left tit. He sucked in air sharply as the teeth bit into his flesh. I quickly placed the other clamp on his right tit. I adjusted the screws to make sure the clamps wouldn't slip, then gave a playful pull. Well, maybe not that playful, since Greg gasped a little and bent over as I pulled. I gave him a playful smack on his butt and said, "You ain't felt nothing, yet."
I reached into the goodie bag again and pulled out a parachute harness, which I fastened around Greg's balls. His cock was standing at attention by this time. I reached into my bag of tricks again, and pulled out a three-pound weight. "Hardly anything," I said, as I attached the weight to the parachute. Greg's eyes opened wide, and he started panting, but seemed to be enjoying himself. I knew I was!
"Spread your legs," I commanded. Greg did, and I gave the weight a push. As it swung back and forth, Greg bent his legs a little, to ease the weight on his balls. "Stand up straight!" I ordered, and Greg stood up, wincing as I gave the weight another push. "Now, here's the deal," I said. "I'm going to shave you. I'm also going to work on your tits and cock and balls and ass. Now, when I'm shaving one of them, I don't want you to forget about the others. Since your tits and balls are taken care of, that means I'm going to do your ass first. Let's get going to the bedroom." I grabbed the weight, and started pulling it toward my bedroom. Since the weight was attached to the harness, and the harness was around Greg's balls, naturally he followed me.
Training Greg, Chapter 2 copyright 1998
I pulled Greg so he was standing at the foot of the bed, facing it, and forced him to his knees. I bent him over so his chest was on the bed, and his ass was nicely exposed. I took a slave collar from a table near the bed and fastened it around Greg's neck. A pair of leather wrist cuffs dangled from the collar. I took the handcuffs off, and quickly fastened the wrist cuffs around Greg's wrists. That left Greg's ass and back better exposed. I then reached down and released the weight from the parachute harness. I then hooked the end of the harness to a ring which was conveniently fastened to the frame at the foot of the bed. Greg was staying in that position until I let him go. At least, he wasn't taking his balls with him if he decided to move.
I then decided that I had too many clothes on, so I took off my shoes, socks, and shirt. Greg's first surprise was the leather top harness I was wearing. Greg's eyes opened wider as I pulled down my pants and he got his first look at the studded leather jock strap I had on.
I picked up a razor from the table and said, "This time I'm shaving you dry, the better to see what I'm doing." I climbed onto the bed and straddled Greg's back. I started at his neck, just below the hairline, and started working my way down his shoulders and back toward his ass. Periodically I rinsed the razor in a bowl of water on the table. When Greg's back was done, I carefully massaged a light coating of oil into it. I could feel some of the tenseness easing up as I kneaded the tight muscles.
I knelt behind Greg's ass and carefully shaved the hairs from around his hole. Greg twitched a little as I pried his ass cheeks apart to get the remaining hairs. I reached down and gave the ball harness a quick tug. "Stop moving," I commanded. Greg stopped moving.
After I finished Greg's ass and hole, I continued working my way down, taking off some of the hair at on his thighs. While I was at it, I shaved as much of Greg's perineum as I could conveniently reach. When I was done, and had admired my work for a couple of minutes, I picked up a butt plug from the table. I showed it to Greg, and reminded him, "Remember how I dont want you to forget about other parts of your body? Well, I dont want you to forget about your ass while I'm working on the front of you. This should fit nicely, don't you think?" Greg made no reply. "I asked you a question," I said, and picked up a larger butt plug from the table. "Maybe I'll use this one, instead. That will teach you to answer a question when you're asked."
"No," Greg quavered. "No, what?" I asked. "Don't use that one," Greg replied. "It'll split me apart."
"So you want me to use the other one? Then ask me nicely, and I might," I said.
"Please use the small thing," Greg asked.
"It's called a butt plug," I said.
"Please use the small butt plug," Greg pleaded.
"Where?" I queried.
"Up my ass," Greg said.
"All together," I commanded.
Greg replied, "Please put the small butt plug up my ass."
"I'll be happy to oblige," I replied. "But first I want to make sure it's lubricated properly," as I squeezed some lubricant onto the butt plug and around the edges of Greg's asshole. "And that you dont get sore muscles," I added fiendishly as I squeezed a bit of Ben Gay onto the plug. I positioned the plug on Greg's asshole, and began pressing. As Greg started wincing, I said, "Pretend that you're trying to take a shit. That will relax the muscles and open them up." I could feel Greg trying as I continued pressing and turning, working the plug in. With an almost audible pop the plug was in. I worked it around a little, the better to make sure it was in solidly and to spread the Ben Gay around. I could see that it was working; Greg began moaning a little and wiggling his ass.
I stood up suddenly and said, "I'm thirsty. Now, don't go away."
"Fuck you," Greg said, between the pain of the butt plug and the discomfort of everything else.
"That'll cost you," I growled, and gave Greg a swat on his butt. "I have a new paddle I've wanted to try out, and I just found the ass I'm going to try it out on." With that, I walked out f the bedroom and got myself a beer. While I was at it I got one for Greg, but he'd have to wait until I turned him over before he'd be able to drink it.
Training Greg, Chapter 3 copyright 1998
I came back into the bedroom, having picked up the paddle on my way. It had a nice wooded handle, but the blade was a stuff piece of thick leather, maybe three inches across and a little more than a foot long; wide enough not to cause any bruising, stiff enough to cause some pain but not a lot of pain like a solid wooden paddle would. I gave it a couple of experimental swishes in the air over Greg's back, then suddenly paddled Greg's ass. "Ouch!" Greg exclaimed as he lurched off the bed in surprise. He didn't get far since his balls were still tied to the bed frame. Greg gasped; I could see the he had forgotten his balls were tied so he couldn't move much.
"I owe you twenty lashes for the 'Fuck you' and ten more from before for sassing me when you took off your clothes. Since I'm a nice guy, I'll only give you half now, but you have to count them out. And say 'Sir!' after each one."
I then stood behind Greg and swatted him on the left cheek. "One!" he shouted. I waited. "One, sir!" he said. I swatted him on the right cheek, and he shouted, "Two, Sir!" I continued through the fifteen I had promised him, and he shouted out the numbers, carefully saying 'Sir' after every one.
When I was done, and had lain down the paddle, I picked up the massage oil, and carefully rubbed it into Greg's glowing ass. And what a nice glow it had! I then reached down and unfastened the ball harness from the bed frame. "Time to turn over," I said. I helped Greg get up, then turned him around and sat him on the edge of the bed. As he sat, he drew in a sharp breath; I could see his ass was still hurting him. I picked up a beer, opened it, and held it up the Greg's mouth as he drank it, since his hands from still fastened to his neck. When he had finished the beer, I pushed him back, so he was laying on the bed, knees bent and legs folded over the edge. His chest and crotch were nicely exposed.
I picked up a couple of leather leg cuffs each with a length of chain dangling, and fastened one to each ankle. I fastened the other end of each chain to a corner of the bed frame. I had to pull Greg's legs apart-- probably further than was comfortable. Good. I picked up another weight, five pounds this time, and fastened it to the end of the ball harness, which ran from Greg's balls over the edge of the bed. "I dont want you to forget about your balls while I'm working on your chest," I said.
"Thank you," Greg replied. I glared at him. "Thank you, Sir!" he said, grinning.
I straddled Greg's waist, and pulled up slowly on the chain connecting the tit clamps. Greg gasped and tried to sit up, to follow his tits, but I pushed him back. I sat their for a few seconds, pulling and stretching. I then released the chain, and Greg laid back, breathing heavily. I unfastened clamp on Greg's right tit, and Greg cried out in pain as the blood started flowing into his tit. "I bet that's sore," I said, and proceeded to squeeze the tit gently between my thumb and index finger. After massaging it for couple of minutes, I let it go and picked up a clean razor. "Time to get started," I said. I left the other clamp in place.
I forced Greg's neck up and started shaving from the edge of the slave collar downward. I shaved with quick, firm strokes, enjoying the sensation as the blade scraped over Greg's firm, somewhat buffed chest. After I had worked my down the right side of Greg's chest, all the way to the waist line, I reached up and released the clamp on Greg's left tit. Again he cried out. Again I worked the tit between my fingers, savoring Greg's discomfort. I reached behind me and felt for the chain on Greg's balls. I gave it a slight tug, and asked, "How are your balls doing?"
"Fine," Greg gasped.
"Then they can use some more weight, " I said. I stood up, picked up the three pound weight, and attached it beside the five pounds. I knew that with the way Greg was lying with the rope hanging over the edge of the bed, he wasn't feeling the full effect of the eight pounds attached to his balls.
I picked up a clean razor, and proceeded to shave the rest of Greg's chest. I saved the treasure trail of hair running from his navel to his crotch for last. But that went with a firm couple of strokes which also took off a strip of his still-short public hair.
"This time well do the underarms, also," I said. I pushed one of Greg's elbows upward, and carefully shaved his underarm, and down the underside of his arm a little. I then did the other underarm. I stood up to admire my work. Boy did Greg look hot as he helplessly laid there, chest shaved, arms attached t his neck, legs spread and attached to the bed, balls dangling with the weights attached, cock pointed stiffly into the air.
Training Greg, part 2 copyright 1998
Chapter 4
"I'm horny," I said, and proceeded to straddle Greg's chest. This left my crotch and studded jock strap almost in Greg's face. "Let's see how good you are," I said, as I slowly pulled my jock down, uncovering my smooth, hardening cock. "Start licking," I commanded.
"But I thought YOU were going to blow ME," Greg complained.
"You thought wrong," I said. "Tonight it's my turn," I said. "If you're a good boy, maybe I'll let you cum," I added. "Start licking," I repeated.
Greg closed his eyes and tentatively stuck out his tongue. I reached behind me and gave Greg's balls a quick squeeze. I ordered, "Open your eyes so you can see what you're doing." Greg opened his eyes, and I held my cock closer to his mouth. Greg started licking the underside of my shaft. "Lick the head," I commanded, and held my cock closer to his mouth. "Now suck it," I said. Greg opened his mouth and bent his head forward. I put both of my handed behind Greg's head and supported it as he chowed down on my cock. "Not bad," I said, as my cock ran in and out of his mouth and he didn't choke. "You've probably done this before," I commented. Greg started to shake his head, and I said, "Shut up and keep sucking." Greg continued sucking as I held his head and thrust my hips forward. "Mmmmm, That feels good," I said, closing my eyes and enjoying the sensation of Greg's mouth on my cock.
Before I came, I sat up and pulled my cock from Greg's mouth. "That's enough for now," I said, "We'll let you have your first taste of cum later." I was still horny, and if there's one thing I adore, it's licking a smooth, freshly- shave chest. So, I proceeded to lick Greg's check, starting at the neck and working my way across his luscious pecs, stopping at each tit to chew and tongue and savor. Greg was breathing quite heavily, and writhing a little as I worked on his tender tits. I continued down toward his cock, running my tongue into and around his navel, playing with his tits as I continue to lick his smooth skin. I reached for a bottle of massage oil, and proceeded to rub oil into his chest, underarms and belly. Greg purred with pleasure as I worked on him.
"I think we'll leave the tit clamps off right now," I said. "We'll put them on later, before we go out," I added.
"Out?" Greg queried.
"Yes, we have to show you off," I said, "And you have to buy some toys of your own. I'm going to help you pick them out. And make sure they fit."
I decided to shave Greg's crotch next, so I left the weights hanging down from his balls. I got a pair of electric clippers, and ran them through the thatch of hair at the top of Greg's cock. "Last time I left this on," I commented; "This time I'm taking all of it off." After clipping most of the pubic hair, I got out yet another clean razor and shaved off the rest. Taking a firm grip on Greg's cock, I shaved it smooth, working my way from the tip toward the base and his balls. Just to make sure I got it all, I gave his cock a quick suck, to get it very hard, then ran my tongue down the sides. I shaved a couple of spots I had missed.
I finally released the weights from the parachute harness, then removed the harness from Greg's balls. They still hung down quite low, perfect for shaving. I grabbed Greg's sack in my left hand, and shaved his balls. Holding the skin tight, I worked my way around and above these delicious orbs, 'til they were smooth as the proverbial baby's bottom. Once again I needed to give them the taste test. I popped those yummy jewels in my mouth and ran my tongue over them. I then alternated between sucking and licking them, and shaving off the few stray hairs I had missed. Greg, of course, was enjoying all of this, writhing and moaning, and breathing heavily. I love an appreciative audience! Finally I was satisfied with the job I had done on his balls.
Chapter 5
I reached for a ball stretcher, and wrapped it around Greg's sack. I used a two-inch stretcher, and it was a tight fit, but I tugged and stretched, and finally fastened the snaps above Greg's balls. Greg, of course, had no say in the matter as I was tugging and stretching. I fastened the strap between his balls, then gave them an experimental tug. Greg started to sit up and slide down to follow his balls, and I commanded him not to move. I then unfastened the cuffs from around his legs, and Greg could finally, after more than an hour, put his legs together. I undid the cuffs from Greg's wrists, and removed the other ends from the slave collar. I left the collar on.
"I'm horny," I said. "Get over here and on your knees," I commanded. "If you do a good job of sucking my cock, I won't give you the fifteen lashes I owe you." After Greg had gotten up from the bed, and worked his stiff shoulders and arms, I sat down on the edge of the bed, just where Greg had been, and laid back. "Suck me off," I said.
Greg knelt before me, and reached for my cock. He looked at the tip of my cock, as if not sure what to do. "Do to me what makes you feel good," I suggested. Greg started licking the tip, then running his tongue around the rim of the head. I started leaking. "If any of that hits the floor, you're in big trouble," I told Greg. He looked at me, then gulped, then began licking up my pre-cum. His tender ministrations of course only made me leak even more, and he tried to keep up, me leaking and him licking, me leaking and him licking.
"Suck on my balls," I said. My balls are quite large, and Greg could only get one into his mouth at a time. He gamely tried to imitate what I had done to him, running his tongue around and over my shaved orbs, first one, then the other, stopping only to lick at the pre-cum dribbling from the tip of my cock.
"Suck me off," I said, and Greg put his lips over my throbbing organ. "And pull on my balls," I said. "Gently," I added as he gave an enthusiastic yank that got my attention. I'm not huge, maybe 6-1/2" and moderately thick, but Greg was new at this and could not get the entire shaft down his throat. I will say he tried; his choking and gasping showed I'd have to give him lots of practice before he'd be a first-class cocksucker.
Finally I felt my balls tightening up. "Remember, you'd better swallow it all," I said, and proceeded to spurt deep into Greg's mouth. He swallowed, and tried to keep up, but I cum in large quantities, and some was dribbling from the side of his mouth along side my cock. Greg put one hand up, to catch the spillover, as he continued sucking and swallowing.
Finally I was spent, and pushed Greg's mouth off my cock. Greg looked at the cum in his hand, then looked at me. Without my saying a word, Greg put his hand up to his mouth and licked it clean. He then reached for my cock and cleaned off the cum that was still leaking out. I reached over, patted Greg's head appreciatively, and said, "Good boy."
Greg grinned, looking up at me, replied, "Woof." We both laughed.
I looked at the clock on the headboard, and said, "It's time to get going. The shop will almost be closed by the time we get there. Go get your stuff and bring it in here. Greg got up, went into the living room, and came back holding his clothes. In the meantime, I started getting dressed. I carefully folded my red and white hanky, and stuck it into my left pocket on top of the gray one which was already there..
"Put on your pants, socks, and shoes," I said. "Leave the underwear and shirt here."
Greg asked, "What about the butt plug?"
I replied, "What about it? Do you want me to put the larger one in instead?" Without another word, Greg pulled up his jeans and buttoned them up. The combination of the ball stretcher and the fact that the jeans were too small made Greg's basket bulge quite nicely. I reached for it, and gave it a slow, steady squeeze. Greg started to reach for my hand, then thought better of it. "Good," I said. "I'd hate to have to take you out to the bars in handcuffs. Just in case you don't behave later, I'd better take them with me," I said as I attached them to my belt. I threw on a leather vest and decided we were 'bout ready to go.
Greg's chest looked so delicious, all buffed and smooth, that I just couldn't help myself. I leaned over and took one tit in my mouth. I licked it, and sucked on it, and chewed on it for almost five minutes. I then started working on the other one. Greg moaned, and writhed, and a wet patch started growing at his crotch. I was finally sated, so I reached over for the tit clamps. Greg stood there as I fastened first one, then the other, clamp to his tits. I loosened the screws a little, so the clamps tightened up. "Just want to make sure they won't come off," I remarked.
"What about my shirt?" Greg asked.
"It'll be safe here," I replied. "Besides, it's a nice night out, so you won't be cold. And you have a nice chest-- show it off! And show off the good job I did shaving you. Now, let's go." With that, I turned and lead the way to the garage. After a moment of thought, Greg followed.