Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2003 11:41:25 -0700
From: Bert Carley <bertcarley@goldrush.com>
Subject: Cub Boy Training - Page 11

Cub Boy Training #11 Duke's Stud Service - Trooper Jerry turns dominant
Master

Having slept all morning and until 3:00pm Friday, after I had dinner with
Grandma Schmidt and clean up the kitchen and dishes, I finally felt chipper
again, full of piss and vinegar. Too much beer, the Ecstasy pill, and
carousing all night had really drained me of all my energy. Sleeping all
day, now with a stomach full of grandma's home made lasagna, I was hell
bent on having some fun again as I did last night with Duke.  Actually,
what I really wanted was to be alone with Duke. I could not get him off my
mind - such a sexy hunk and just a few years older than me. If I had to be
a hustling whore for him to get him to molest me, be near me, want me
around him, I guess that is what I would have to do - it was that simple in
my mind!  Sure, I had sucked him off twice in the back room of the bar, but
what I really wanted was for him to make love to me, put his meat to me,
immerse, flood me with his taste and scent. Like Trooper Jerry, I fell for
him from the very first time I laid eyes on him when. I had those feelings
for him the minute I got a good look at him after he warped his arm around
my waist at the corner of California and Polk last night.

A little after 7:00pm right after grandma went to bed, I telephoned the
number on the card Duke had given me and his voice came on the
line. "Duke's Stud Service, I'm not in right now, leave your name and phone
number and I'll get back to you A.S.A.P." It was a damn answering
machine. I started talking, "This is Joey, wondered if you wanted some
company tonight! You know what I want, or you should handsome!"  His voice
came on the line, "Well, what ever it is you want baby, you got it, but
don't expect to get kissed darling!" He laughed, then continued. "Friday
night darling, busy night you know - the customers will be lined up looking
for some big dicks and hot boy pussy. So, you want to make some more big
bucks, right?"  I answered, "Well, what I really want is your' dick Duke, I
thought maybe you and I could ..." He broke into my conversation, "Now look
bitch, you want my dick you got to work for it. Get your hot ass over here
pronto Joey boy! Don't give me a bunch of shit about all that mushy stuff
you pussy boys want from me.  You make us some money tonight and I'll give
you plenty of meat baby, OK! Just spare me the sweet honey shit! I was just
heading out the door when you called! You with me or not?" His dominant
nature overwhelmed me. I responded, "Sure Duke, want me to meet you there
or at the corner where I met you last night?" He said, "Come here first,
put you in some sexy clothing, make you a real showpiece tonight for the
guys! Make it snappy - take a taxi - you got the address, right?" I
answered, "Yes! See you in a jiffy dick head!" He said, "That's the spirit
boy!"

Thank goodness I had cleaned and bathed about 4:00pm. All I had to do was
call a taxi and be on my way.  When the taxi pulled up in front of the Poke
Street address, I was looking at the mailboxes wondering what apartment he
lived in, when suddenly he appeared at the front door and greeted
me. "Joey, come in boy!"  He put his arm around my waist, squeezed my ass
and ushered me into the foyer, up the two flights of stairs and into his
apartment on the third floor. Two young guys were sitting at a table eating
fast food, another one in the kitchen area. I recognized all from the
street corner the night before. He said. "Joey, meet Jack and Paul and
Shawn," pointing to each. Another guy came walking down the hall toward
us. He continued, "And this is Troy. Jack and Paul are Butch. Shawn and
Troy are bottom boys like you, great in bed too!  They all work for Duke's
Stud Service, just like you will too Joey!" He said, "Shawn, Troy, take
Joey in the bedroom, dress him in something real sexy, but leave boxers and
Baggies on him. He looks hot in them pulled down low!" He motioned for both
Shawn and Troy to me. Both were about my size. Shawn was a knock dead black
haired beauty, Troy a very fair completed, pretty redhead. As for Jack and
Paul, they were nice looking hunks, sporting huge baskets, the important
commodity in any rich gay community of guys that liked them big, macho and
rough looking. Each stood six-foot or better with hot bodies all dressed in
worn denim and leather.

When Shawn and Troy finished with me, they had me dressed in a skintight,
solid light green, very short tank top. It only came down midway between my
nipples and my navel. They had me in a bright green pair of boxers. My
light beige Baggies hung off my hips a good two inches below the
boxers. They had green and white runner shoes on me. To top it off, they
put a short, tight, WWII light brown tailored leather pilots jacket on me
that they said should not be buttoned, left draped open. They transferred
all my little tubes of KY and rubbers from my jacket. Then they went to
work on my face - a touch of blue eye shadow and just a dab of pink rouge
on each cheek, and shinny, clear lip-gloss. They paraded me back to Duke
and his eyes lit up. "Wow! That should turn their eyes! What a beauty, huh
boys!" Jack and Paul came over and ran their hands all over me. Jack even
stepped up behind me, ran his hands up under my tank top, tweaked my
nipples as he rutted me with his crotch, growled like a lion and said,
"Fuck yes boss, he'll kill em dead!"  Duke said, "Boys, take your pill and
get to work and make some money tonight." He handed all four a little white
pill. They went to the kitchen, washed it down with water and out the door
they went.

Duke turned to me, led me to the kitchen, shoved a pill in my mouth and
handed me a glass of water.  "Down the hatch Joey, keep you from getting
drunk and keep you awake for hours." After he got it down me I asked, "What
was that pill Duke?" He answered, "Amphetamine, a Super Upper baby, keep
you awake, feeling great, warm as toast in that skimpy outfit! We do not
want you catching your death of cold do we! Come on, you will stick with me
again tonight Joey!" When we reached the street, a taxi was waiting, and
off we went. Along the route he talked, I listened. "Duke and Mike want us
back at the bar tonight Joey. The guys have spread the word about you since
last night. I hope they have a packed house - be money in the bank. Sure
beats working the streets! Might even be able to get Dick and Mike to
spring for another fling too, especially with you dressed like this
tonight! Oh La-La! You are one hot number!  Wait until these guys feast
their eyes on you Joey. I'll work the money, make sure they only get what
they pay for! You just take your orders from me and get them off quickly!
Understand! They get drunk and wild Joey, but most of them are nice guys,
just looking for a good time with a pretty filly like you."

When we walked in the door Dick and Mike were both working behind the
bar. The place packed with bikers, leather dudes, wharf and construction
workers. Duke led me through the crowd right to the far end of the bar and
took my coat off so everyone had a good view of me. The whistles and shouts
said it all!  Dick had already brought us a couple of beers with the shot
classes already sitting in the bottom of the mugs. I turned to Duke and
said, "There is no way I can service all these guys! Any way you can get in
touch with Shawn or Troy, maybe both to get down here too?" He said, "Yea,
the place is cooking alright."  He pulled his cell telephone out of his
coat pocket and immediately got through to Shawn. Troy was with a trick,
but Shawn said he could be down in a few minutes. Dick said they had set up
the back room with two mattresses, towels, lube and rubbers.

Duke said, "OK Joey, get out there and work the crowd. Let em get real
friendly with you so they know what they are buyin' darlin'!" Dick held out
his hand to me and said, "You better take this honey, you will need it!" He
handed me an Ecstasy pill! I plopped it in my mouth, washed it down with
the boilermaker and wrapped my arms around Duke, gave him a hug and said,
"You know I'm doing this for you Duke, only because of you!" He answered,
"I know baby - now go kill em boy and we will open for business in the back
when Shawn arrives!" As I walked through the crowd of bears and macho men,
they had their hands all over me. Just about every guy in the place had his
turn pulling my buns up against him, running his hands over my bare stomach
and rutting my buns with his crotch. I finally had to protest, slap a few
hands when my Baggies and boxers pulled down to my knees, exposing
everything to everyone. Before I could get my boxers and Baggies pulled
back up, guys massaged, pinched, even wet fingered my ass. These guys were
wild animals. However, I was infatuated with the smell of these man beasts
that surrounded me. I finally worked my way back to Duke and he kept them
at bay, shaking his fists at them and shouting, "Back room 15 minutes guys
- get your money out - prices are posted on the bulleting board!" Guys
hovered around the sheet he had posted immediately checking service
charges! The guys were getting restless shouting Joey, Joey, Joey, Joey; so
Duke sent me back into the crowd again to be fondled, rubbed, goosed, and
fingered. One big guy had me up on his shoulders carrying me around
piggyback until others pulled me off him so they could play with of me
too. I finally saw Shawn coming in the front door and making his way to the
bar. I worked my way back to the bar again. Duke was setting up a payment
cash box. Dick brought both Shawn and me another draft, handed an Ecstasy
pill to Shawn and said, "The troops are getting restless, you two best get
to the back and ready for a busy night." We looked at Duke awaiting his
orders.

Duke finished with the cash box, turned to us and said, "Get up on the end
of the bar here boys, strip for the guys, let them see what's for sale. Be
sure and bend over so they see your pinkies, then hop down and go to the
back room and I will follow to collect and tell you what services to
perform for each guy. We are open for business!" I followed Shawn's lead as
we hopped up and stripped, throwing our few cloths to Dick behind the bar
until we were completely nude. The guys were howling, whistling and
shouting. When we both bent over in unison and spread our ass cheeks open
for them to gander, the place went silent for a moment. Then the stampede
started as they came for us. Duke stepped out and put his hands up, fists
clutched. Dick quickly jumped from behind the bar with a baseball bat in
his hand tapping it in one palm.  The two of them escorted us to the back
room where Duke set the cash drawer on a small table and started sending
them in to Shawn and me two at a time giving us service instructions.  Most
the guys had a pocket full of money having just had a payday, being a
Friday. They plugged out big bucks for our services. Duke charged them all
by the minute for anal sex. It kept the line moving faster. The other
services were set and displayed on the bulleting board. Some of the guys
came back three and four times before closing time.  Most of the guys
wanted a blowjob; a few wanted their balls sucked too. None paid the $50
for a rim job.  However, we had 12 each that paid for anal sex by the
minute. The quick shooters were in and out in less than three to five
minutes, but we each had a few that worked us over for over 20 minutes
before they got their rocks off. Good thing Dick brought more rubbers or we
would have had a problem. Shawn and I turned on with Ecstasy. That little
pill made us into wantin' sluts. We were having the time of our life
sucking and fucking these animals, our faces dripping with cum, our asses
wantin' all we could get. That magic pill really had us lusting for these
guys, all sweaty, smelling like masculine wild leather clad animals.

At 2:00am the bar closed, Duke counted the cash and kept half and divided
the other half between Shawn and me. The cash drawer totaled $2,700. Duke
gave Shawn and I both $675 each and kept the other half, $1,350 for Duke's
Stud Services. We called a taxi and went back to the Polk Street apartment
and Duke made me clean out and shower before he would touch me. He said I
smelled like a cock slut until I showered. When he did usher me to bed, he
gave me everything I ever wanted from him. He fucked me steady from 2:30am
until damn near 4:00am, before I fell asleep cuddled up with his dick
pressed against my buns. Thank god I had left that note for grandma in the
kitchen telling her I had left early to catch the bus to the College for a
Freshman Orientation that started very early! I was able to sleep all
morning with Duke, in his bed, in his arms, getting his scent and body all
over me. Like Trooper Jerry Gallagher, Duke liked it rough, and could fuck
for hours. He did eventually peter out! We all had breakfast together about
10am. I followed him around like his puppy dog. He finally said something
to Jack and Jack ushered me into his bedroom. The guy was hung very well,
very wild in bed. He took to me and gave me exactly what I wanted. He
wasn't Duke, but he knew how to make me scream with delight with his big
fat dick. He rode me like a wild stallion, until my ass was tender and
sore. I finally had to ask him to stop. I left for home about 1:30pm. Duke
told me to be back tonight and we would kill em dead again! I told him, "I
don't think so, not tonight Big Guy! He still would not let me kiss him on
the lips before I left. I found that odd!

I made myself a BLT sandwich with a glass of milk and some potato salad
before I went upstairs and checked for messages. I had one email from
Master Jake. It was a get-well message and instructions to show up Monday
morning at 10:00am to resume training with he and the Major. I used Big Red
to clean out well, then soaked in a tube of hot soapy water for over an
hour. I crawled under the covers and slept until 4:30pm. Dinner with
grandma at 5:00pm as usual, clean up and I was back upstairs in my bedroom
watching for lights across at Trooper Jerry's apartment as I searched the
Internet. About 7:00pm the lights went on in his apartment and the magazine
went up in his window. You know where I headed!

He has learned how much I love to arrive when he is still in his
uniform. Well he did not disappoint me this Saturday night. He must have
seen me coming, as he even had on his helmet and the sexy mirror like
sunglasses. I just stood in awe admiring him when he opened the apartment
door. He stood there, legs spread wide, tapping his nightstick in his
gloved hands and asked, "Where the fuck were you all night last night Joey?
I saw you leaving in that taxi last night." I lied and told him I went to a
movie. I knew he didn't believe me, especially when I hesitated in coming
up with a title for the movie, where it was playing. He said, "You were out
whoring around you little tramp! Damn boy, what you up to now, working the
streets like a common hustler?" I answered, "No Sir! I met a new friend
about my age and spent the night with him." As a police officer, he knew
how to interrogate. When he got through asking me questions about my new
friend, he knew I was not giving me the entire story. Why I gave him the
Poke Street address is beyond me. It just came out along with the name Duke
Brockman, the name I remembered on the mailbox from last night, in his
questioning, He said, "I'll have him checked out, you best be telling me
the truth Joey!" He pulled his cell telephone from his belt and called in
the address and the name Duke Brockman requesting information. He listened
intently as the answers came back. He disconnected from the terminal and
replaced the telephone on his belt.

"Joey, Joey, Joey! This guy Duke has a long record of hustling and drug
charges. He runs an outfit called Duke's Stud Service, constantly moving
his operation around the city. He turns young runaways into male whores for
him. They keep changing addresses in the Polk, Castro, and Mission
Districts. Bad news Joey!  Some friend you have found this time! Makes
junkies out of his boys and gets them to whore for him. What am I going to
do with you Joey?" I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Spank me, lecture me,
and fuck me silly Sir?" He evidently did not like my smart-ass answer! He
grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me until my teeth and bones
rattled. He backed me against the wall and held me there with his
nightstick to my chest as he backhanded me back and forth across the face
with his other gloved hand. "Joey, what has gotten into you boy, have you
lost your senses taking up with his kind! Imagine yourself picked up and
hauled off in a paddy wagon some night found whoring for him. What do you
think Grandma Schmidt, you dad and mom would think of you! Oh Joey, Joey,
you are becoming a worry to me boy! I'm going to have to have a little talk
with Grandam Schmidt or you parents if you don't get your shit together
boy!" He kept poking me with that nightstick as he talked. I could not tell
if he was more concerned about my safety than enraged that I was not
exclusively his, but I knew better than make any more wisecracks.

He stepped up to me and put his entire weight against me. I was sandwiched
between him and the hard wallboard. He kept banging me back against them
with his body until he had the breath knocked out of me.  I could not see
his eyes through the mirroring sunglasses, just my own reflection. I knew
what ever he was going to do with me it was going to be serious
business. He worked my coat off and threw it on the floor, which was not
like him. Everything in his abode normally had to be tidy, clean, dressed
and covered. He was definitely out of character tonight. He grabbed my tee
shirt at the collar with both hands, yanked it so hard it ripped from my
neck. Two more hard yanks and it ripped from my body and lay on the
floor. He didn't even bother to loosen the tie holding my Baggies from
slipping off me. His hands grabbed them on each side and he yanked them
down in one aggressive move. The Baggies and boxers lay at my ankles. He
ordered, "Well kick them off boy, the runners too," leaving me in my white
socks, nothing more. He put his boot toe on the end of my sock and held the
cloth to the floor. "Pull your foot out boy! Now the other!"  Now I was
completely nude, held against the wallboard not knowing what to expect
next.

"What you smirking at boy? You spout off that smart mouth of yours' again
and I'll wipe it off your face pronto! Nothing seems serious to you
Joey. This whoring around has to stop!" I couldn't help myself. I snickered
and grabbed for his basket and gave it a squeeze licking my lips. He had a
huge hard-on; his pants were about to split open from pressure alone on the
twill material. He jumped back, loosened his Sam Brown Equipment Belt,
buckled it back together and hung it around my neck. It was loaded with
equipment, heavy, bulky and pulled down on my neck. He loosened his regular
uniform belt, opened his pants, the white boxers and lifted his genitalia
completely free. His excited, hard dick flopped up against his stomach;
balls hung as bulls' huge gonads from his crotch. He stood there stroking
himself and said.  "Look at this Joey. Isn't it enough to keep you happy
baby?" I want you all to myself Joey! I do not want anyone else fucking
with you - NOBODY JOEY! Now pick up this mess, come in the bedroom and
finish undressing me properly. I purchased a few new toys today that should
put a smile on your face since you like rough sex and kink so well." I
hesitated, just mesmerized at this picture of masculine perfection before
me. "I SAID, MARCH YOUNG MAN AND DADDY WILL SHOW YOU HE MEANS BUSINESS -
MOLD YOU INTO MY LITTLE COCK SLUT! YOU ARE MINE NOW JOEY - ALL MINE!"

As always, he had me undress him, hang his uniform, equipment and put his
boots on the rack. Normally, he smelled manly, but clean always. Today he
smelled raunchy once the clothing was off him. He had obviously not bathed
for a couple of days. This was definitely not like him at all. He realized
I noticed and commented, "Like my new aroma huh Joey! Well, I been saving
these smells just for you, knowing you like them so well. I have a very
special treat for you too tonight." He walked up to me, shoved me down on
to my knees, and pulled my face into his crotch. My head swam with the
smell of animal man beast and urine, a wonderful combination that I learned
to like in the back room of the bar the last couple of nights. I just
inhaled and rubbed my face in the intoxicating mixture. He could see my
excitement. He placed his foot against my crotch and played with my rising
rod getting me really turned on to him and said, "Pull the hood back now
Joey for your surprise!" As my hand drew the long umbrella off the head,
another familiar smell filled my head. The head covered with small white
specks, the glands had a big ring of white Smegma covering them. He must
not have cleaned his dick for two or three days to gather this much
headcheese. I just looked at it in disbelief, inhaling the raunchy
smell. He whispered, "Joey, your dessert!  Taste it - saved it all for you!
Knowing you Joey, you will love it!" I gave him no indication I had done
this before, but I put my tongue on him and made him think it was my first
taste. It tasted so good! I looked up into his eyes and said, "Mmmm Daddy -
tastes like cheese - GOOD TO!" I immediately stuck my tongue in the big
circle of white, rolled my tongue around his glands, coating my tongue with
the substance. I held my tongue out, looked up at him and smiled, spread
the white all over my lips and slowly licked it a little at a time into my
mouth. The look on his face was one of complete wonderment. He responded,
"What ever turns you on Joey - I'm here to make you happy baby! I had a
feeling you would like it!" I was so busy savoring the smell and the flavor
of him His eyes were ablaze with lust, white teeth gleaming down at me as
he said, "Tell Daddy thank you for the dessert he saved for you."

"Thank you Daddy - tastes like the Limburger Cheese dad and I use to eat
when I was younger. Dad and I loved it, mom thought it was horrible
smelling, even worse tasting. She didn't want it in the house; so, dad and
I would go on Saturdays to the cheese store, buy it, and eat it before we
got home. She always knew though, because the smell kind of hangs around
for awhile, gets on your breath. This brings back wonderful memories of
being with my dad. Yes, I love it Daddy - save me more!" I went back
looking for more, anything I may have missed. I found quite a few more
drops of white to consume. He just looked down, smiled and chuckled to
himself and said, "My little Cock Slut - look at him go for daddy's
Smegma. I was so caught up in eating his Head Cheese I dropped from my
knees and sat with my legs out in front of me and scooted down under his
ball sack and sucked on them. They hung off him like slabs of raw steak -
exciting to touch, delicious to taste, smelling raunchy too. I spun around
on my ass and licked up his perineum, that rough cord of skin that connects
his two halves running between his balls and his ass hole.  He spread his
legs, lowered himself slightly and spread his ass cheeks as I slowly moved
up between his ass cheeks. The moist hair, ass smells increased as my
tongue floated back and forth over the rough tissue exciting my tongue and
lips. He leaned forward, his hands spread his buns, and his hairy trough
opened up enough for me to continue licking and sucking right up to his
pucker hole. Framed in a solid mass of moist ringlets of hair, it was
breathtaking to my lustful eyes. The mixed scents of his man scent and anal
juices filled my nostrils. My tongue followed my eyes right to the pucker
and darted out for my first real taste. It tasted even better than the
smell. I was captivated instantly and my lips sucked it in as my tongue
darted, spooning the tasty delight.

"Oh yea Joey Baby! Eat daddy's ass! Lick and nibble on Daddy's Butt
Juice. Show him how much you love him baby! Now you are Daddy's little
Buttlicker too!" Suddenly, he let out a big fart that rattled my lips, not
a stinker, but definitely a noisemaker. Startled at first, then amazed at
the feelings it put on my lips. I loved it as it rattled against my lips. I
begged, "Oh, do it again Daddy - that was awesome!" I attached my lips to
his anus and he let out another big one, rattling my lips again. I just
moaned as he let a few smaller ones. He commented, "You like that huh baby
- ain't you something! Well let's see if you like this too!" All of a
sudden a small dingle-berry filled my mouth - very moist, but quite
small. Naturally, I automatically pulled back instantly, was about to spit
it out into my hand, when all of a sudden I realized it had a nutty
flavor. I rolled my tongue over the surface; decided it was very tasty,
chewed on it a bit and swallowed.  The flavor was magnificent! I never
would have imagined it could taste so good. He said, "What won't you do
Joey - you never cease to amaze me! Bunghole munches too huh! Spin around
here now and suck on daddy's big hard dick for awhile, see if we still can
get it down that tight throat again."

He straightened back up; legs still spread, put his hands on the back of my
head and guided his member into my mouth. Being as large as he was,
naturally his dick was hard from my anal antics, but not rock hard. It took
a lot of blood to keep something as big as he rock hard. It was still
pliable, slipped over my tongue and down my throat without too much
trouble, except for the girth of the monster. I had sucked enough big dicks
at the bar the last two nights, I had no difficulty with his tonight. He
whipped that big baby down my throat until his knees began to shake. I felt
his spunk surging up his shaft just as he pulled back and it emptied over
my tongue so I would get the full taste over my taste buds. It was
delightful; his juices were always so runny and sweet tasting. As I looked
up into his eyes, he smiled down at me, held my head in place and I soon
had a warm stream of his bladder fluids filling my engorged mouth. I was
very careful not to loose a single drop on his bedroom carpet. I even
cleaned and sucked his hood dry and clean, knowing he would insist I did so
before I released his manhood to drip-dry.

"OK Joey, you did well boy! To bed with you now, until I get my second
wind." He crawled up next to me, put his hand over my body and told me to
jack off into his hand. I wanted more, but at least he didn't make me try
to go to sleep all horny. After I dropped my load into his hand, he put it
to my mouth and said, "Clean it up Joey and I'll fuck you baby after
awhile! Daddy won't deprive you of that pleasure baby!"

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Thanks for all the encouragement guys. It makes my day, my only reward for
spending time dreaming up these fantasies for your enjoyment! Suggestions
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