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This isn't quite a sequel to my story "A gentle seduction to service" but rather a kind of enhancement, perhaps a parallel story.
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/a-gentle-seduction-to-service/ chapter-1
The eager Trainee: I scurried out to the Master's bedroom; it was time to wake him. I knelt down next to the bed and gently peeled back his covers. Master liked to have his balls licked as he woke up. I always licked the ball sweat in his crotch nice and clean before I began sucking his cock. The underside of my Master's balls are very sensitive and I licked them gingerly loving the musky, nasty taste. My tongue lifted them up as I licked and felt those big, beautiful balls rubbing on my nose. I then began a nice, slow suck using my lips to massage his big cock. Master was awake now and pushing himself off the bed; he pulled my face down deep onto his cock just once then pulled me off and stumbled into the bath. This gave me the time to ruminate on how I had been contracted out to service this man.
Remembering back to my training: I remembered back to how it all started. I was just another of those lost young men who hadn't yet come fully to term with his sexuality. I was on my own and work was hard to get. I had recently stumbled into a video-store that had a glory hole in one of the booths. I was both elated and scared but as I looked through the hole I saw a guy slowly jacking his cock in the next booth. My first thought was to get the hell out of there but the stronger urge to service that big, dripping cock took over as I knelt down and put my mouth against the hole in the plywood. I sucked him off like his cock was the tastiest thing ever to hit my mouth; I had to admit to myself that it felt just wonderful. The cummy taste in my mouth was a reminder of what I had just done as I headed out.
When I left the video store the guy was waiting for me. He introduced himself as Mike and actually invited me for a sandwich at a diner down the street. To this day I don't quite know why I accepted although I was hungry. I related that I was new in town and needed to find work soon before my money ran out. Over a second cup of coffee he outlined what he called an opportunit6y for me.
Mike was sympathetic as he said, "It must be hard to be alone and out of work; I can see that you were very hungry. I can help you if you've got an open mind. I recruit for an organization that could use some new employees and I think you might fit the bill. You just sucked my cock and did it with an eagerness that I find admirable. The question is simple; do you want a nice paying job that I think fits your personality or not. Our organization is like a co-op with people whp are both clients and owners."
I had to chuckle to myself with the absurdity of this calm job offer from a guy who had just filled my mouth with his cum. "I'm very interested, tell me more I replied."
He smiled has he said, "I thought you would be interested. Our group provides personal servants to well off individuals that enjoy being pampered. These boys perform a very personal service; it's much like a barber or pedicurist. We typically assign a Girl or Guy to an outcall for a two week to two month contract period. The client can be either a single women or man or a couple. The service providers we recruit are people like you who are naturally docile and eager to please. Our clients are well-off, demanding and used to being serviced by eager submissives. I think that's you; I think you're one of those guys who really is happiest when he's pleasing someone. Quite a few of our clients want a male servant simply because the humiliation factor is higher and that's fun. The only question left is whether you want to get paid for it?"
I didn't take more than a minute to answer, "Yes Sir, I'm very interested in how this all works; I certainly could use the money."
With just a slight chuckle he continued, "if I've read you right the money won't be the main reason you'll fit right into our organization. That brings up a major question for you to ponder; you've sucked my cock so we know you're a cocksucker but how do you feel about being a personal slave? It's very likely that you'll be contracted out to a man who wants the full service that slave holders in antiquity enjoyed. The question is are you just an average gay guy or are you a real submissive who gets off on letting himself go and just sinks into his role of personal slave. Think about it; are you a person who just wants to service a man regardless of what the task is? It's an important question. There's no question that you'll spend a lot of time serving in the bathroom and licking ass."
I had to think about it; what was the real reason I sought out guys to suck off? Was I interested in cock or interested in the humiliation of servicing a guy's cock? In the end I had to admit that what I enjoyed was the humiliation of it all and that it would actually be more intense if I thought of myself as owned by a guy. Kinda being consigned and having to service him would certainly provide the intense feelings of submission that I needed. As I said "Yes Sir, that's what I want." After I actually spoke and admitted this to myself I felt just a little freer.
Mike smiled his I know what you are smirk and said, "You've taken a big step here son; it's not easy to come to terms with who and what you are. I've got the perfect guy for you; he knows exactly how he wants to be served and isn't afraid to demand it of his servants. Even more important , in the past he's enjoyed breaking in a new sub. You've got a lot to learn and this first contract will get you on the right road. The contract is for three months as a houseboy. You'll be paid $12,000 at the end. Like all of our organization's dealings they promise you no permanent harm. Actually our group enjoys the use of girls and boys who want to serve; few of our customers want to have to continually force their servants. A docile, natural submissive is much more fun to lead into the degradation they need. Just sign here."
Of course I signed with a surprisingly shaky hand; this was a very big step. I was all in now and I guess in my heart of heart I felt relieved to be free of the search for myself. I was provided with a train ticket and an address; I was quite literally on my way and continually considered just what I was on my way to.
The trip ended a full day of travel at a very large, stone wall around a huge house. I didn't have any time after I knocked to think about much before I was on his way through the door and into a dimly lit, plush office study. A tall man motioned me to my knees with a flourish of hands. The man was on a phone and talking about a vacation; he just ignored me for a few minutes. He was well over six feet with a little paunch, reddish hair and about 45 years old.
As I looked around I could see that the large study was full of dark walnut panels and carpets that seemed as thick as a babies crib mattress, plush indeed. The man hung up and said. "Well, well, you're a little early ; let's take a look at my new boy. You're kind of a scrawny little guy aren't you? That's just the way I like them, skinny, submissive and docile."
The man who I assumed was to be my new Master had me get off my knees and stand up. He was smiling broadly as he spoke, "My name is Kyle but you're to call me Sir."
He was wearing a tan, silk bath robe and had a cocktail in his hand. I was astonished when he fixed me one too. We sat down facing each other in wide leather chairs and talked about things like the weather and my trip to his house. As we made small talk his robe gradually parted and his large genital package became quite visible, I couldn't stop looking and he made no attempt to shield them from my eyes. He was very well hung, as the saying goes and his circumcised cock wasn't totally soft yet it wasn't fully erect either. It had to be almost 6" long and it was of sizable girth also. There's something quite erotic about a long, half-hard penis! His balls were full, low hanging and pink with that reddish complexion common to Scotch, English heritage. I tried to avoid looking at the display of his magnificent equipment, but it was difficult to not occasional glance at his big prong; I had to admit I was a bit jealous; I only had a quite slender 4" prick and much smaller balls.
My thoughts were interrupted; Sir had resumed talking. "I realize that when you're just starting out it takes an act of courage to admit just what you are. You indicated in your application profile that you were really quite inexperienced and had just started sucking cock; you needn't worry, I'll teach you. This training will be rigorous and will probably confuse you at times. I want you to know that contrary to what you might expect from a Master, you can bring any questions you might have to me and I will do my best to help you understand. There's a stigma that comes with being a cocksucker but you'll come to understand that cocksucker's fill a valuable place in male hierarchy. I want you to keep in mind that every male falls into one of two groups; he is either straight or homosexual. If he's homosexual he's either dominant or submissive. Every one of the dominant bunch has one thing on his mind. A dominant male is always thinking about having a warm, wet mouth to stuff his cock in. The submissive male on the other hand lives to be dominated and humiliated. He's ready to hand control over his life to a real man or Master. He rightly feels his place is on his knees before a man's crotch. A true sub-boy fights a constant urge to service a man's cock with his mouth. Boys like you want to please the cocks owner by showing him how low he will go to bring pleasure to the cock. Cock will always rule the cocksucker's life whether he knows or acknowledges it or not."
"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 eager, happy submissives made much better cocksuckers. 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 a slave boy.
"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. Let's see what you look like now."
It's embarrassing to strip naked while a man you've just met watches you. My stiff little cock gave me away I was very excited, no hiding it. Sir got up and slowly circled me. He had me clasp my hands behind my head and open my mouth as he pushed his fingers into it. Without thinking I ran my tongue over his fingers feeling more like a slave than ever. He cupped my balls and laughed at my little cock calling it more of a cockette. I was told to bend over and spread my ass cheeks; it couldn't be more humiliating, I guessed that that was the actually the idea. Finally I was directed to kneel in front of him as he sat down.
"You have to understand that I'm used to being pampered and expect the best; I'll be patient with you but you will service me the way I desire. You've said you want to learn to be a personal slave. You'll find that it's actually very personal and if you're able to let yourself go and free your mind you'll find that you fit in perfectly. Did you know that the ruling class in the 14th century had what they called "cock-tenders). There's no romance here; I tell you what to do and you obey me. Right now I want you licking my balls as we talk; I bet your also wondering just how my big cock will feel in your throat, will you be able to accommodate it? You're in a situation now that is what you need and you'll get all the cock that you'll need to scratch that need. It's all very simple; there are people born to be served and others born to serve. Why don't you take just my cockhead in your mouth and just suckle it now."
His cockhead was big and stretched my mouth as It entered my mouth. It felt good. Many of my friends enjoy having a boy like you visit their home or business to service them and of course you'll find the mystery and anticipation of a blind date with another alpha male owner exciting. I keep referring to myself and friends as owners and it's true; the members of our organization own you just as if they had purchased you at a slave market. "
His big, purplish cockhead stretched my mouth out but it did feel good to be swishing my tongue around it. Sir grabbed the side of my head and pulled me off his cock as he said, "you'll get more cock in a minute, right now I want you to get used to my crotch, it's feel and smell. Get in close and sniff my balls, use your nose to lift them and look at the skin under them. Just get used to your owner's essence and think about your role as my cocksucker."
It felt strange to slowly sniff and gaze upon his cock and balls; usually I just plunged right in and sucked on it. Sir's crotch had that musty, sweet, sour locker room odor, very manly, I liked it.
"Sir said, there's nothing that quite smell like crotch, take a big whiff, smells good to you eh?"
The scent was actually intoxicating to me as I snaked my nose farther into his crotch.
"Sir was getting a bit inpatient as he spoke, "I know you've sucked a man's cock before and I'm sure you think you're good at it but in my house we like to train boys in the art of cock-worship. There's a ritual involved that once you learn it will bring your skill level to that of an art. You know our little organization isn't interested in beating our boys into submission; it's much better to train a docile boy to willingly serve his betters. We'll start pretty much at the beginning. It's time for me to show you just where you fit into the big picture. It'll be a little uncomfortable for you but at the end of the day you'll be a master cocksucker. I'll fasten your hands behind your back only because that'll make it more difficult for you to perform but it does concentrate a slave boy on his most important role."
My new Master fully opened his robe showing his entire crotch and that magnificent hard cock. "This is your real Master, serving the cocks of alpha males was what you were born for if you're a true slave. I think it's what you've been seeking your entire life. Go ahead lick the head, let's see your tongue boy."
I stuck out my tongue and gently ran it across that soft, purplish cock head.
"Consider this as another little test boy, you'll find it quite a bit more difficult to blow me without using your hands, let's see how you do."
I leaned in and felt that now familiar feeling as the rubbery cockhead entered my mouth and Master locked my wrist cuffs behind me.
"For now just nurse on the cockhead, without your hands you're helpless in front of your owner; this should free you to serve his needs without any question, you have no choice."
He was right I felt free and also much more like a slave completely under my Master's control. The freedom to service him without choice or thought did seem to free me.
"Think about it as you suck my cock, once you're on your knees you are owed no real consideration or respect from the man using you for his pleasure. The fact is He's a real man and you're but a slave cocksucker, an object of pleasure, a thing. A lot of cocksuckers wish that they were not what they are and many try to deny the reality of it but a true submissive will revel in his humiliation. Slave Cocksuckers might look like men, after all, they have a dick between their legs like men, and they act like men sometimes except when it comes to sex. But a cocksucker's dick is only for pissing. He needs another man's cock to obtain the pleasure normal males get from their own cocks. So you surrender yourself to your owner in order to be fulfilled. You kneel and submit to your superior offering yourself for his pleasure. If he takes you up on your offer, you get the honor of sucking his dick and feeling sexually whole while he uses you."
He was right, on my knees sucking gently on his cock reinforced my role here, I was just an object like a chair or sink, to be used and forgotten.
Sir continued, "Slave cocksuckers exist only to use their mouth cunt to give men pleasure. You drew the short straw in life, you're a cocksucker, not fully a man and you belong on your knees servicing your owner. It's indeed your lot. Obviously you have reached the point where you know what you are--a submissive cocksucker. You're really just just a way for a real man to enjoy his prick. A means to an end, indeed a cunt with a tongue. At our club the ladies will use you as a bidet lapping a man's cum out of their cunt until it's nice and clean. If you're very lucky the lady might piss in your mouth. In any event you'll feel your best when your mouth is full of cum or piss and your owner smiles and gives you a pat on the head."
It's difficult to describe the thoughts that his very frank assessment of my position triggered. I was angry, excited and accepting, all at the same time. In any event I continued sucking on his cock head, like a baby on a binky.
"It's time now for you to get a real-time feel for just what your new role will be. Suck me off now, show me what you can do."
I began a slow and steady sucking on his thick cock. It stretched my lips as wide as they had ever been. He was right it was much more difficult sucking a cock without using my hands. I was trying hard to please but must have fallen short as Master grabbed my head and forced his prick into my throat opening. I gagged and gagged as he held my face tight into his balls. My eyes were watering as he slowly pulled my head up on his cock until only his cockhead rested on my lips. I was gasping and coughing but kept that big head in my mouth as he lightly patted my cheeks.
"That's Ok boy, not to bad for your first time. You've been sucking cock like a little girl; it's time for you to learn how men want their cocksucker to perform. Suck me off again and I suggest that as I begin forcing your throat you swallow; it'll ease entry into your throat."
Once again he used his hands to stroke my head, like you would a puppy, up and down I went on his cock going a little farther each time. He was now actually using my mouth to jerk himself off. He told me to take a breath and then plunged into my throat. I gagged but it was better as he pulled out again. My mouth was spewing saliva like a gusher; I kinda sensed he was close as his cock swelled even larger. His cockhead rested on my tongue as he spurted out creamy. Salty cum.
"Don't swallow boy, just let it fill your mouth then squish it around. It'll help you get used to the taste of man-cum. You'll soon feel out of sorts if you don't have an after taste of cum in your mouth. "I liked the taste and as I looked at his face and that sly smirk I felt every bit the slave he wanted me to be.
"Ok boy swallow my cock juice down." I gulped it down and licked my lips clean. I didn't have to be told, remembering what he had told me, and began licking his softening prick off.
To Be Continued if there's sufficient interest. Let me know your thoughts at dave at dodge1191@hotmail.com.
"That's a good faggot Shannon. You're doing fine. Just relax and let It all go. You were born a cocksucker and finally it happened. It was going To happen at some time. The way your lips look and having sexy legs and ass. You know you have a pretty ass, just like a girl. You could have been feeling like this for years but you fought it. That was stupid of you. Use your tongue on my fingers. Work it between my fingers and worship them just like a cock. Very soon you're going to have Bob's cock in your mouth. He's going to feed you his cum. Then Carl and Bill and Don and I are going to shoot our cum into your belly. Terry wants to fuck your mouth too but he doesn't get to cum today."
Shannon was hard and wanting to cum but Terry had stopped sucking his cock. He tried to move his hips forward and back to slide his cock in and out of the mouth but Terry was moving back and forth with him, his lips locked around his shaft. His chest was being caressed by Carl and he felt dizzy. The words that Frank was telling him were exciting to him but he knew he didn't want to be a faggot cocksucker. He let his imagination transform the fingers in his mouth into a cock and he was enjoying it. He was going to suck everyone's cock today and he knew he shouldn't do it, but he wanted to. After today, he would never do it again.