Date: Fri, 4 Oct 2019 21:58:50 +0000 (UTC)
From: fmhar1969@aol.com
Subject: Born to Serve, Chapter Seven

Archive: "Born to Serve Chapter Seven" {Rob} Authoritarian (MMBB oral piss)

Another chapter in the introduction of the compliant Kevin Jones into the
life of a sub. Thank you to those who have written telling me you have
enjoyed Kevin's story and asking when the next chapter was coming
out. Please let me know what you think of this one. I apologise for the
long time it has taken to write. I've had lots of troubles, including
writer's block and the difficulty of working on more than one story at a
time, which I shouldn't have done! Rob at fmhar1969@aol.com.

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Born to Serve
Chapter Seven

	"We'll go to the dining hall for lunch as soon as Kevin finishes
with the boys. Teddy, make yourself presentable, Mike, you and Kevin will
eat at the main table with the rest of us," Dr. Huntington announced. He
walked over to the other side of the room and stood for a few minutes
watching Kevin on his knees sucking the two semenarians' cocks. "Jess, Sam,
is he doing a good job?"
	"Oh, yes sir. He really knows how to suck," the dark-haired one,
Jess, who had Kevin's face pressed against his groin, his nose buried in
his curly dark pubes as he fucked with short, fast strokes.
	"Taking you all the way down, I see."
	"Yes, sir. His throat feels like a hundred little hands massaging
my cock. "Ohhh! Sir! I'm about to come! Oh shit! It feeeels sooo goood,
Sir!" he moaned as he held Kevin hard against his belly and filled his
mouth and guts with his young-man's cum. Finished, he pushed the boy off
his too-sensitive cock, and Sam, the other one, took hold of Kevin's head
and pulled it onto his hard pole.
	"I'm almost there! I'm about to cum! Yes! Yes! Ohhhhh fuuuuck! Take
my load, fag!" he groaned as he pumped down Kevin's throat.
	Glancing over, Dr. Huntingto saw that his grandson had gotten
himself dressed. He walked to the stand, got his suitcoat and put it
on. "Piss in him if you need to then get him cleaned up and dressed and
join us in the dining hall," he said to his assistants as he walked over to
the door and ushered his family and Mike out of the study.
	Both semenarians were ready to empty their full bladders into
Kevin's belly, making five bladdersfull since he came into Dr. Huntington's
office. Jess showed him into the adjoining bath room telling him to sponge
himself off while Sam gathered up his clothes from the side of the
preacher's desk and gave them to him. All dressed, Kevin went with Jess and
Sam to the dining hall. On the way Sam, who was a good-looking blonde jock
type with a flattop, said, "You're a great cocksucker. I've had my share in
college and there are plenty of guys in seminary willing to swing on a
cock, but Jess and I both agree that for a beginner you've got real
talent. We both hope you'll let us use you these next three weeks, with
Reverend Stewart's permission of course. And, after you lose your cherry
we'd like to use you as a team - double team you - fuck your mouth and ass
together, again with your master's permission."
	Kevin thought of their big cocks, the muscular bodies that were
obvious under their well-tailored suits. (Dr. Huntington provided clothes
for the seminarians he chose as assitants.) They had both been tough, but
considerate mouth-fuckers. Kevin had enjoyed servicing them. "I'd like
that. If Pastor Mike says okay."
	They reached the dining hall and took their places at the main
table, Jess and Sam at the end, Kevin next to Mike. Dr. Huntington was in
the middle with his son (IV) on his left and the Camp Director on his
right. His grandson (V) was at the end opposite Sam and Jess. He had a
couple of campers, Jocks by their looks, keeping him company. Kevin was
seated at IV's left with Mike next. The rest of the table was filled with
various camp officials. As Kevin sat down, MIke whispered to him,
"Dr. Huntington's son is sometimes a loose cannon. Not as bad as the
grandson, but he's taken with you. Whatever he does, just ignore it or go
along. I'm right here."
	The Blessing said everone began to eat. In moments, Kevin felt IV's
hand on his thigh. The table was covered with a cloth, so no one could
see. The hand moved from caressing the boy's thigh to cupping and fondling
the cock and balls inside his pants. "Open your trousers!" the man ordered
out of the side of his mouth. Kevin's cock was already half hard. He looked
up at Mike. Their eyes met, and Mike nodded. Kevin unzipped and spread open
his trousers. The hand pushed in and passing over his hard cock squeezed
and worked on his balls trapped in his underpants. Then the fingers moved
back to the straining cock and stroked it. It was all Kevin could do not to
moan out loud. "You like this, don't you, you little cunt?" the man
whispered as his hand moved up under the boy's shirt the rub his flat belly
and tease the line of light hairs that grew on it before pushing down under
the waistband of his shorts and taking hold of his hard cock. "Like I said,
I like a boy with a cock - a clit to hold onto while I'm fucking his
pussy. The old man may have saved your cherry, but I am going to be fucking
you, me and my son and probably the old man, too. You're going to get
fucked by the Huntingtons more than once before this camp is over. Do you
understand?"
	"Yes! Ohhh goddd yeesss!" Kevin groaned under his breath as he shot
rope after rope of hot teenaged cum onto the man's hand and into his own
underpants. IV surreptiously jerked his hand out and wiped it on the napkin
in his lap. As his cock began to soften, Kevin was horrified to feel warm
urine uncontrollably flowing out of it to soak his clothing with all the
piss he had drunk down in the preacher's office.
	Mike, knowing what IV had been doing and figuring out what had
happened, leaned down and whispered in Kevin's ear, "Pull your shirt out of
your pants and get them closed!" As Kevin worked to cover himself, Mike
spoke to the older man, "Dr. Huntington, Kevin isn't feeling well. I'm
going to take him upstairs to rest, if you will please excuse us," he said
as they got up and made their way out the closest door. Fortunately it led
to a back hall that led to a stairway that would get them to their wing of
the dormitory. As they started up the stairs, Chris Horneby came from the
other direction and joined them.
	"What's up Pastor Mike. Is Kevin okay?"
	"Come with us." The three made it to the room without running into
anyone. As the door closed behind them, Mike said to Kevin, "You better get
out of those clothes." Kevin toed out of his shoes and took off his shirt
and dropped it on the floor. There was a huge wet spot on the front of his
pants and running down the pants legs.
	"Whoaaa, buddy. What'd you do? Piss in your pants!" Chris
exclaimed.
	"It's cum and piss," Kevin replied as he stepped out of the cummy
wet trousers, pushed down his undershorts and stood naked before the man
and boy, his head hanging down.
	"I've got to go and meet with the group to organize the afternoon,"
Mike said. "Will you stay with Kevin, Chris." Mike had learned enough about
Chris Horneby from his former minister and their talk earlier when he had
pulled the young stud out of Bible Class to know that he could do as much
to help Kevin deal with the events of the morning as he, Mike, could.
	"Sure. Whatever he needs."
	"He's been through a lot today. Get him to tell you. He needs a
friend who knows and understands. He needs you to help him understand about
today," Mike said as he left the room.
	"First thing, let's get you cleaned up," Chris said going the the
washbasin each room still had from before the expansion of the
bathrooms. Kevin followed him, and Chris took a washcloth from the rack and
wet it with warm water. He went down on one knee and started wiping the cum
off Kevin's stomach and crotch. The other boy immediately sprung a
hardon. "Fuck! This turn you on?" Chris asked as he began to clean up
Kevin's balls and run the cloth up his thighs into his crotch.
	"Oh god, Chris, I can't help it. I've been hard almost all
morning. I had to cum when he started playing with my cock and then after I
came my bladder was so full, I wet my pants."
	"What the hell! Who was playing with your cock?" Chris exclaimed as
he finished and handed Kevin a towel. Kevin dried off and sat down naked on
the bench beside the basin. He made no move to cover himself with the towel
or get clothes to put on. He realized he liked being naked in front of
Chris. He now thought of his teammate, who he had thought badly of when he
first knew him - flaunting his nakedness and his sexual needs, boasting
about his conquests at his old school, complaining about "not getting any"
in his new home - as more of a man than himself, as an alpha male. He
thought of last night when he had willingly gone down on his knees before
the younger boy and taken his hard cock into his mouth and swallowed his
load. He wanted to do it again, and it made him hard just thinking about
it.
	Chris sat down next to Kevin and put his arm around his
shoulders. "Tell me," he said. Kevin poured out the story of his day: About
Buck and Art, sucking their cocks, drinking their piss, being pissed
on. About everything that had happened in the preacher's study. How Mike
had almost let him be fucked. How Mike had told him to let the man sitting
beside him at the table do whatever he wanted. How he couldn't keep from
cumming. The entire time he was relating his tale of misery his cock was
hard as steel.
	"Fuck! Shit! Look at me! You've got me hard just like you! Feel
it!" he said as he took Kevin's hand and placed it 0n his crotch. He took
his other hand and, placing it under Kevin's chin, raised his head up so
they were looking into each other's eyes. "You want to help me out? Take
care of this for me?" Chris asked as he opened his pants with the hand that
had been holding Kevin's against the lump between his legs and pulled out
his hard cock. Kevin stared down at the thick pole of jockboy cock. He had
seen it many times in the locker room back home, had sucked it last night
and drunk piss from it and sucked it this morninng, But, now he saw it
differently. As it grew larger and harder while he stared at it, he
recognized it as belonging not to a younger teammate, but to a man, his
superior. He could see the blood pulsing in the veins that ran up and
arount the thickening shaft to the mushroom head, shiny with the cock-slime
that was oozing out the little mouth at the top. "Is this what you want,
what you need, Kevin?"
	"Yes, sir."
	"Get on your knees!" he ordered as he raised up and pulled his
pants down and off. He pulled his shirt over his head. Naked, he sat on the
bench, his hairy legs spread open, his hair-covered ball-bag hanging down
under his rampant cock and demamded, "What do you see? What am I?"
	"A man."
	"What kind of man?"
	"A real man."
	"What do you call a man like me?
	"An Alpha."
	"Right!" Chris then told Kevin how Mike had taken him out of Bible
Study and had a long talk with him.  How, since he had other duties during
the day he needed Chris to help Kevin to fully understand his place as a
sub. "I can use you and find other campers, other teen-aged alpha males, to
use you. He will continue to use you and give you to other men to be
used. You are ours to use and give to anyone we wish, anytime, anywhere,
Buck and Art, Dr. Huntington, his son and grandson, his young
assistants. The man at the table? Other men Mike chooses? Campers I choose?
You will serve anyone we tell you, whenever and wherever we tell you. You
have two masters now, and I want you to suck my cock. Now! Get on it. If
you do a good job, I'll let you drink my piss."
	Kevin put his hands on Chris' thighs and leaned in to take his
entire cock into his mouth and down his throat. After all the cocks he had
sucked this morning, his throat had learned to take whatever was shoved
into it. Once he had gotten used to it, he could easily swallow Chris' big
cock until it was wrapped into the satiny soft lining of his throat and
worked it over before he had to pull up.
	As he started to go back down on the slobbery pole, Chris ordered,
"Hands behind your back! No hands! Now, lean in and take it all the way
down! Take it slow! Make love to it with your lips and tongue as you go
down!" When Kevin had all of his new master's cock in his throat, Chris
placed his big hands on the top of his head and pressed down
gently. "That's a good boy! You've learned good! Now swallow! Gag on that
big knob. Make me feel good! Oh yeah! I can feel your throat working on it!
Not yet!" Chris was enjoying the feel of Kevin's throat spasaming around
his thick rod. "Keep it down!" he demanded as he pressed down a little more
on the top of the choking boy's head. "You've got to learn! My cock is the
master of your throat. Your job is to make it feel good! Choke on it, slut!
You're nothing! I'm everything! Your throat, your ass when the time comes
are only receptacles for your master's cock, holes to be filled with thick,
hard cock!" Kevin, moaning loudly as he fought to pull off the huge invader
filling his throat, thought he was going to die when suddenly the hands
pressing down on his head were gone, and he was able to pull up, gasping
for air. Before he could come up all the way, the big mushroom-shaped head
still in his mouth, the hands returned and he heard the voice above him
growling with lust, "Breath! Take it down, cocksucker! I want to feel you
choking on my cock again! You better do a good job or I may not let you up
this time!" As the big knob relentlessly buried itself back down into his
gullet, Kevin obediantly began the work it over with his throat muscles,
praying that he would do a good enough job so his teenage master wouldn't
carry out his threat. "Yeah! That's good! Work on that cock! Take it down
that pussy-throat!" Chris demamded as he fucked down with regular little
jabs into the convulsing warm, wet chamber. Each time he pulled out just
enough to allow Kevin to gasp in a tiny breath of air. "That's a good
pussy-boy! You're learning fast! You're gonna be able to take every alpha
cock at this camp brfore these three weeks are up! You're about to make me
cum, but I'm not ready. You've got lots mmore to learn about pleasing your
man with that whore mouth, fag-boy," he said as he roughly pushed Kevin
away as he jerked his rampant pole out of his mouth.
	Kevin, his cock hard and straining up from his crotch, fell back
onto the heels of his feet, his eyes fastened onto the sight of the thick
cock standing out from his younger master's hairy crotch. The prominent
veins wrapping around it were pumped full of hot blood. The smooth surface
was thickly covered with Kevin's slobber and throat mucus as well as the
pre-cum that was pumping out of the gapping mouth at the top of the
crown. "Did I do good?" the kneeling boy asked in a pleading voice as he
tore his gaze away from the huge cock he wanted more of up into his
master's eyes.
	"You did good. But you need to know more about servicing a man that
just sucking his cock. Get in here and lick my cock clean. Get all your
mouth and throat slobber cleaned off and suck up all the cock-snot pumping
out." After Kevin had finally gotten Chris'cock cleaned to his satisfaction
- The meatus was still pumping out slime from its wide-open mouth - Chris
pushed his head down below to his ball-bag. "Get on my balls! A man likes
his boy to love servicing all of him. Yeah! That's a good pussy-boy! Suck
that hairy bag! Lemme feel those sweet lips, that soft tongue. That's good!
Yeah, that feels good. Now get your tongue down under," Chris commanded as
he raised his muscular legs up and propped his heels against the edge of
the bench. "Get down into my crotch. Lemme feel your tongue making love to
that part where my ass-crack begins. Lick up my sweat, smell that man funk!
Yeah, that's a good boy. Get your tongue up in the crack," he demamded as
his strong legs raised his butt up higher. "Get in there with your
mouth. Nibble on that hairy crack. Reach in with your tongue. I wanna feel
your tongue on my asshole. Yeah,that's it! Kiss that fuckin' hole. Lick
it!" he said as he scooted down and raised his legs up, pulling them apart
with his muscled arms. "Get in there and make love to my asshole,
fag. Faggots love making love to their man's hole. Fuck your tongue into
it. Fuck my tight hole with your faggot tongue!" Chris commanded as he
dropped his legs down onto Kevin's shoulders and pulled his face even
tighter into the musky depths of the hairy furrow.
	Finally satisfied with the aptitude his older former teammate was
showing on his journey to total subservience to the dominant male, Chris
pulled his legs up and placing his feet on Kevin's shoulders, pushed him
away. Caught by surprise, the older boy was sent sprawling on his back onto
the floor. Chris rose up to stand over his former friend, now his obedient
fag. His cock stood proudly out from his thick, muscular thighs, his hands
on his hips he looked down t the prone boy with a sneering grin on his
handsome face. "You're learning, slut. By the time canp's over your gonna
be trained good. Get up! On your knees! I'm ready to come now, but first
bow down and kiss my feet. Worship a real man. This is what you're gonna be
doing for the rest of your life," he said as Kevin obediently did as
instructed. "You're going to be on your knees worshipping real men, like
Mike and me and others we find for you here. When you go to sports camp,
your gonna be ready to obey and service your coaches, your teammates and
any other alpha male who wants you. But now get up here and take my cock
down your worthless cock-sucking throat and swallow my load!"
	Kevin eagerly reached out and pulled Chris' hard, leaking shaft
toward his mouth. He didn't gobble it all the way down into his throat as
he had done before. He licked and sucked on the hairy ball sack before
moving to the thick shaft, making love to the full bag with his lips and
tongue chewing and pulling on the hairs before moving to the hairy pubic
thicket surrounding the base of the throbbing rod. With lappings of the
tongue and small kisses he worked his way up to the bulbous head. There he
wrapped his soft lips around the top of the shaft, below the
flange. Encouraged by the groans and expressions of encouragement from his
superior standing, hands on hips, in front and over him, he carressed the
silky smooth knob with his tongue, sucking gently to milk out the copious
flow of warm cockslime and savor it as it rolled down his tongue into his
throat.
	"Fuck, slut! You're learning fast! I've already got my eyes on some
hot jock studs here at the camp I'm sure are gonna want to use this mouth
of yours. When we get your cherry busted and your ass-pussy broken in,
they're gonna be standing in line for you to service them. Between Mike and
me we're gonna change your life forever. Now, open up! I'm ready to cum!"
Chris demanded as he grabbed Kevin's head and rammed his cock balls deep
down the kneeling boy's throat. "Take that cock, faggot! Take your man's
cock!" he ordered as he fucked furiously in and out of the receptive
throat-pussy. "Oh fuck! Fuck! I'm cumming! Take my load! Drink that fuckin'
load! Swallow my cum down into your no-good faggot belly! Take it,
cocksucker! cum-drinker!" the muscular younger baseball player yelled as he
emptied his balls into Kevin's mouth and down his throat. Pulling his
softening cock out of the tightly gripping throat until the last few inches
rested inside the mouth on the flattened tongue, the fucker Panted as he
came down from the force of his orgasm. "Sooo goood!" he groaned as he
relaxed his bladder and let his bottled up piss flow in a hot, acrid stream
of urine into his sub's mouth and down his throat.
	After Chris had washed his cum down with a bladder-full of piss, he
ordered Kevin to get on the bed, still naked. "Mike will be up to check on
you. You're to stay here until he comes," he said as he dressed and left
the room. Kevin drifted off to sleep. It had been an eventful first morning
at camp.

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