Date: Thu, 6 Oct 2022 23:02:36 +0000
From: Billie353535 Vegita <shutup_nz@hotmail.com>
Subject: Training a teenage boy (adult-youth)

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He was soaking wet, dishevelled, and still in his smart school clothes.
He was standing in the rain in my doorway, obediently as he had done
every Friday for the last 2 months. He was fairly tall, similar to his
peers I guess, slim, with mousey blond hair. His hair, now drenched,
looked darker, almost brown and stuck to his skin. I let him inside, not
making any offer of a towel; he would be about to strip his clothes off
anyway. His shoes squelched on my doormat, where he already knew our
routine.

"You're soaked," I laughed.

"Sorry, Master, it's raining," he said flatly.

"I can see that!"

Even in the short time I had known him, his voice was already getting
lower. It was such a shame too, as when this boy became more of a man, he
would no longer excite me in the same way. When we first met, he claimed
he was 18. I had been looking for someone who was 18, but also secretly
hoped I would find someone much younger. He was one of those boys who
didn't look their age; baby-faced and without a whisker on his face. He
could have easily passed for 17, 16, or even 15 in the right circles. It
had taken an age to find him. There were so many public bathrooms out
there, all with the message "call for a good gay time" out there, and all
located close to high schools. It attracted curious teenage boys of all
ages, and I had hoped, and eventually succeeded, in finding a boy all for
myself.

Our first night was almost like an interview as we got to know one
another. I learned that he wasn't a particularly popular kid; he was
always on the outskirts. He was fairly timid, one of those that just
stood off to the side and wanted to be left alone. He told me that he was
a virgin and, in not so direct words, that he was gay. As shy and timid
as he was, he was exactly the sort of quiet boy that I had been looking
for. I told him in no uncertain terms that I was looking for a boy slave
to do as they were told, but if he followed what I asked, he would lose
his virginity and get what I knew he secretly wanted. I knew he wanted
cock. But I also knew I would have to take it slowly or else run the risk
of him running off before we got to what we both really desired.

He has been coming here for nearly two months now, as he stood soaked at
my doorstep. It had taken time, but he was no longer afraid of showing me
his body, though he was still a little awkward when moving about my house
in the nude. We'd started out simply sitting on the couch together, with
him wearing fewer and fewer clothes. It got to the point where we would
sit together while he was nude, and I could touch him anywhere I liked.
I'd not yet shed a single layer myself, but he would now sit with me, as
naked as the day he was born, his puberty ravaged body before me. I could
touch his chest and pinch his nipples at will. I'd even jerked his teen
meat a few times to watch him cum. I hadn't yet used any of his boy
holes, but planned on changing that tonight. I had set my plan in motion
last week when he went home, sending him home with his penis trapped in a
chastity belt. This ensured he had no ability to jerk himself during the
whole of last week, and being 7 days since I last put it on him, I knew
tonight his balls would be completely engorged with fresh teen spunk, and
he would be extra horny to do whatever I wanted.

"Would you like me to get on the table again, Master?" The boy asked, as
he began peeling off his waterlogged clothes.

"Yes, slave. Take everything off and assume the position. "

"I still have the belt on."

"I know. Hop on up."

He was still a little awkward when he moved around in the nude. He had
been so embarrassed the first time he got on the table for me, it took
quite some convincing before he would completely spread himself for me.
Even with our gradual steps, I still don't think he was used to showing
his body to anyone like I had him do for me. The position he was required
to get into might as well have been a foetal position. If I had stirrups,
one would think he was about to give birth. Fully naked, he would spread
himself on my table, laying on his back with his knees up in much the
same way a woman would give birth. His legs would be parted as wide as he
could get them, displaying his cock and now bloated sperm-filled balls.
Already I could see that the belt had worked a treat. All week, his
pent-up hormones had had to wait; his chunky balls had grown full of his
teenage spunk. Each testicle hung comically large between his splayed
limbs, his soft limp boy-cock looking tiny by comparison.

"Will I be allowed to cum tonight, Master?" my slave asked meekly as I
examined him closely.

"We shall see." I replied, helping myself to his hefty sack. "If you can
endure what I have in mind for you, I will let you cum later on. If you
fail and cum beforehand, you will be spending a further month inside your
cage. "

"Oh gosh, a month? I will do my best!"

His whole body jerked when I tugged on his teen orbs in my hand. I wasn't
hurting him; he just always reacted this way when I touched his
extra-sensitive nuts. Some boys just seem so hypersensitive down there,
and this boy was sensitive enough even before he had to endure my cum
denial. His balls were already almost the size of eggs, nearly twice the
size of when we had first met. Just my touching them made his body shiver
and his teeth clench. A dribble of clear, sticky teen precum was already
oozing from his small, shrivelled cock. The cage had ensured he could
piss, but there was no chance he would have been able to get hard for the
last week. It was packed in tightly, his foreskin looking like a coiled
spring, ribbed along its length. My slave grizzled and flinched as I
touched him, and deciding to take his torment to the next level, I took
my key from my pocket to unlock him. It was just a single lock against
his taint, after which the contraption fell away. His penis quickly
stirred from its slumber. No doubt he wanted to touch or itch himself in
that moment, but he knew better not to do that before I had my own fun
first.

He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling deeply as I fondled
him. I peeled back his foreskin to examine the bright pink of his flesh
inside. Taking my finger, I poked at his peeslit, his knees caving in
together from the sensation.

"Keep your legs spread, slave." I told him sternly.

"Sorry, Master," he replied, willing himself to spread open for me again.

"Today, slave, I have a test for you," I said, poking and prodding at his
delicate glans. "I have in my possession a vibrator. I intend to use said
vibrator on your swollen balls. If you can manage to reframe from cumming
while I use said vibrator on you, you will be rewarded. "

"Oh! Yes! " My slave agreed. "What will be my reward, Master? Will I be
allowed to cum?"

The boy abruptly hissed and flinched as I continued my relentless
fondling of his raw glans. He had grown hard quickly. His throbbing cock
was already at its full 5 inches, his knob like a spearhead, begging for
relief.

"Is that all you can think about? No. If you succeed, then you will taste
your master's cock. I will get to cum. I am not sure about you yet. "

"Oh yes, Master. Thank you, Master! "

I showed him the instrument for his coming test. It was a simple handheld
vibrator, with the standard 3 intensity settings. A basic hand grip, with
a bulbous spherical end that would stimulate its target. I turned it on,
its buzzing drone the only sound in the room. I started it on the lowest
setting and placed the side of the instrument against the teenager's
vulnerable ballsack.

"Oooohh... " he groaned at the sudden contact. The device buzzed against
his engorged balls, my slave bit his lip as he watched me move the
vibrator around his ballbag. I had already learned over the last few
weeks where he was most sensitive. I traced it down beneath his bag,
moving it up around to the other side. His cock twitched and danced, and
this was only the beginning.

"I'm going to turn it up to the middle setting now, " I said, giving him
a moment's reprieve. Already, sweat was beading around his crotch. His
cock had grown hard, his tummy sucking in and out. "Does it feel good?"

"God yes, master. It feels amazing. "

The sound of the vibrator increased as I turned up its speed, the drone
becoming more shrill.

"Remember, no cumming. Hold back. "

My slave nodded and swallowed, gritting his teeth as I placed it back
against his balls. He threw his head back and shouted as it came into
contact again, the high frequency teasing the delicate skin against his
testes. The skin, which would normally be wrinkled, was pulled tight due
to their fullness, offering very little buffer between his nuts and the
relentless pleasure being inflicted. I wanted to save his most sensitive
areas for the final setting, but once more I moved the device around his
sack, pressing it against the bridge where his penis emerged from his
body. His whole body was shaking now, his hands gripping the sides of the
table. On a couple of occasions, his knees came inwards, though he pushed
himself and willed himself to spread them apart again. The anguish was
clear in his face; his eyes were screwed shut, his young cock was
completely erect. The red tip of his end had fully emerged from his
foreskin, like a shining red beacon of desperation.

Once more, I spared him, pulling the vibrator once more. My slave gasped
for breath, heaving from his ordeal. I decided to give him a quick rest
before I continued, taking note of his rock-hard 5 in cock, quivering on
the edge of orgasm.

"I don't think I can do it, Master. I don't think I can take anymore
without cumming. "

"You can do it, slave. Here, lie down on your side. We will do this last
one a little differently.

"Okay master... "

He dragged his body over, choosing his left side to lie on. I pulled him
around and folded his knees so that his butt was sticking out the side at
me. Then, reaching between his thighs, I pulled his penis and balls back
through. His cock was now dark red, his balls a deep purple hue. They
looked like a could of reddish-purple plums sticking out from between his
legs.

"Close your legs so it holds your cock behind you. That's it, that's a
good boy."

His body was shaking, and I heard him whimper as he trapped his cock for
me for further onslaught. I turned the vibrator back on, setting it to
its highest level. It's frantic buzzing now fevor pitched and I
approached my teenage boy's helpless genitals.

"I want to make you happy, master. " My slave croaked. "But I am so close
to cumming. I need to so badly. "

"I know. But you need to learn to control it. If you fail, you will be
wearing the belt for a month. It will be a month before I let you cum
again. "

"Yes, I understand." My slave replied, gritting his teeth.

I pressed the knob of the vibrator up against the underside of his balls
firmly. My boy before me coarsly let out a "Noooo." I held him closely,
hugging his quaking body as I glided it ever so slowly along the little
seam up the middle of his balls and up his shaft. His red, sweaty cock
throbbed as I neared closer and closer to the head. Noticeable ripples,
tiny micro twitches, ran like waves along his stem as I ran the tool up
and down his pole. My boy made the cutest high-pitched noises, sounds one
would only think a much younger boy was capable of making. I wanted to
make this boy cum. I wanted to make him have to wait another month, and I
thought, edging nearer to his glans, that he would have no choice.

"It's coming, master. Please, you need to stop."

I noticed the tell-tale signs as he did. His teased sack drew tight, his
cock lengthening slightly. His feet and hands white knuckled as he tried
with all his might to avoid it, but it was too late. A week without
release was too much for a teenage boy, and now my relentless pleasuring
of his sensitive organ was the last straw. His cockhole opened up,
squirting out a thick rope of boycum that splattered all the way down to
his feet, and almost off the table. "I'm so sorry, Master," he sobbed as
more and more of his creamy white teen cum burst from his cock. Throb
after throb, a seemingly never-ending torrent of cum, emptying all over
the back of his thighs and onto my table.

"There, there, slave, I am not mad. You did your best. " I said as his
balls continued to squeeze his boy sperm all over. "

When the pulsing stopped, I turned him back over, laying him down in the
puddle of his own jizz. Tears were streaming down his face, as he
realised what was now before him. I loved seeing a teenage boy cry. It
was probably years since he had last done it, and teenagers make the
cutest noises when they let it all out. They hold it back for so long
through high school, and the little hoots and vocalisations when they
finally let it out, you just can't find anywhere else. I dabbed his face
clean with a tissue, as his penis wilted back to its soft natural state.
Even his balls had deflated back to their normal size again, bringing
this entire package back to the size of a healthy 18-year-old boy.

"Open your mouth, slave, and I will give you your reward."

"But master, I failed you." He managed to get out through his sobs.

"Yes, you did your best, but your master still desires his cock to be
sucked. Open your mouth."

The boy was clearly spent, but he dropped his jaw open, looking back up
at me with expectation. To this point, he had never seen my cock before,
so when I unzipped and pulled it out, his eyes grew wide. I was gifted a
fairly large appendage at 8 inches, and at his upside-down angle looking
up at me, it likely looked even bigger.

"You're huge master! "

"Drop your head over the side. I know this is your first time, so I don't
expect an amazing blowjob, but I want you to focus on taking as much as
you can. Understood? "

He had barely recovered from his cum as he pulled his body into his new
position, his skin further rubbing into his own sticky cum underneath. He
tilted his head over the edge, leaving his gaping mouth open. His
nostrils flared for air as I stuffed my cock into his mouth. This was a
big step for him, his first cock in his mouth. I left just the end of my
cock inside him for a moment, letting him feel what having a cock inside
him was like.

"Glurp."

"Shhh. Don't try to suck yet. Just try to get used to my girth, boy. Take
a big breath in through your nose, I'm going to push some more of my cock
into you. "

I fed more of my inches into his mouth, finding the beginnings of his
throat. As expected, his gag reflex kicked in, his face turning a little
blue while I left it resting in the worst possible place. Eventually, I
pulled out, somewhat impressed that he just lay there and endured it
rather than pushing out himself.

"I've been practising master." My boy confessed. "I knew that eventually
you would want me to suck you, so I have been deep-throating different
things at home."

"That's very impressive, slave. I hope you haven't been prepping your
asshole in the same way? "

"Oh, no, master... unless you want to fuck me, in which case I will."

"I will fuck that hole another day. Open your mouth again."

"Yes sir," he replied, dropping his mouth open wide for me once more. I
slid my cock back into his hot mouth, this time testing his limits in a
different way, pushing deep into his throat. I noticed he had forgotten
to take a breath before he took me in this time, his face turning colour
a bit quicker. With my cock much further into his neck, he would not be
able to catch a breath until I released him again. He didn't struggle,
but he was shaking slightly after a minute or two. I could feel the
muscles in his throat desperately trying to dislodge my cock. At any
time, he could have used his hands to push me off, but he took it well.
Satisfied, I pulled out.

He gasped for air, his youthful body heaving when his airway was free
again, his chest rattling as it filled back up with oxygen. I let him
rest for a moment, as I knew this was hard on him, pushing him like this.
It was his first time, and I wasn't making it easy on him. He might have
been used to the size with his practice, but I also wanted him to come to
terms that it was a man's cock that he was sucking, and he was the slave.
I wanted him to taste me in his mouth, to feel my cock expand in his
neck, and to be prepared for it.

"Close your mouth for a moment," I instructed, as I lifted my balls and
let them drop onto his nose and lips. He stared up at me, his face
partially obscured by my balls. "Do you understand that after tonight you
are to go four weeks without ejaculation? For a further 4 weeks you will
be restricted in this cage, unable to do cum. "

"Yes sir. I understand that I came when I shouldn't have. "

"Good. Next week, I think I will fuck your virgin asshole. I might take
your cage off while I do it, but you will not be able to cum. You must
learn not to spill your seed without permission."

"Yes, sir."

"I know this has been a big day for you, but I need to cum. Would you
like to try sucking my cock, or should I just jerk off into your mouth?"

"I'll suck your cock, sir. I am sure I can do it. I am ready. "

I looked down at his face. He looked so young, so virile, and so willing
to please. It was hard to believe he was 18, and he probably wasn't. I
couldn't wait to fuck his teenage asshole next week, but alas, one step
at a time. His warm breath encircled my sack as I adjusted my position
and pressed my engorged knob against his lips.

I pushed in, not quite going balls deep this time, but finding a nice
tight sheath along his neck in which to stroke my cock with. I plugged my
cock into his mouth, he was certainly becoming used to it, his throat
muscles warm and soft against my shaft. I left myself in him, his eyes
staring back up and me as I pushed my cock in and out, feeling the ridges
of his toungue taste my manhood. I rubbed myself against the inside of
his cheek, making sure he could feel every bump and vein of my cock. Next
week I would cum in his ass, this week it would be his mouth. I felt
myself coming to orgasm, my balls contracting.

"I'm going to cum slave. I want you to hold it in your mouth for me. "

He couldn't answer, his mouth was too full. I ejaculated into his open
hole, ensuring my jets of jizz landed directly on his tongue. He was to
taste a man's cum tonight. He was to taste my seed and learn that what I
can do freely, he would now have to wait for his. My balls emptied. I
pulled out and allowed him to sit up, ordering me to open and show my
load still puddled in his mouth.

"Do you like the taste of my cum, slave?"

"I've never tasted cum before, sir."

"That wasn't my question, slave."

"Sorry sir. Yes, it is nice. It tastes salty and slippery, like a warm
chicken soup. "

"Get the rest."

"Sir?"

I pointed at the pearl of white cum oozing from my tip. Obediently, my
boy slave dropped to his knees and licked my knob clean. I wondered when
he first contacted me if he thought he might be slobbering the fresh cum
off of an older man's cock.

"Hold my balls. Gently now. " He did as told, carefully cradling my sack
in his hand. "You will learn to worship those balls, slave. My cock will
become like a god to you. If you please my cock enough, you will be
allowed to cum.

"Yes, sir."

"Now, hold still."

He continued to lay, prone in position as I refastened the cock cage
around his genitals. He whimpered quietly as I did it, knowing it would
be a while before it came off again. The metal bars fit quite snuggly
around his balls, even though he had recently emptied them, and there was
no telling how big they might get before I would allow him release again.

"Please sir, if I do good, can it be sooner than a month. That is such a
long time."

"We will see. Now, get up and see yourself off. I will see you again
here, same time next week. "
"Yes, sir."

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