Date: Wed, 17 Sep 2003 14:52:31 -0700
From: Bert Carley <bertcarley@goldrush.com>
Subject: Cub Boy Training - Page 3

Awaiting your comments and suggestions. Give this bull a holler and let
him know if you are still reading this fantasy. I'd like to hear from a
few Masters to see if little Joey is turning them on. I am hearing
from some real sweet pees all worked up wishing they were Joey boy. Hey
Sweet Ones, keep your lust flowing for what Master Jake could be doing to
you too. It is fantasy time! OK! Remember, practice safe sex guys, you
dolls too.
Comments and suggestions to the Master.  bertcarley@goldrush.com

Cub Boy Training - Part 3: The Little Snoops Punishment

Damn, how could it be Friday again already ran through my mind as I rushed
to arrive at Master Jake's stoop by 9am? The walk without a jock or briefs
under my sweats had done a number on me with that butt plug shoved up my
ass. I stood there awaiting his response after pushing the doorbell with a
full-fledged boner tenting my sweatpants. Then I noticed a note pined to
the door. It read, "Had to leave, back in about an hour. Door unlocked. Go
in, clean up, do your exercises." I thought it odd he would leave the front
door unlocked, but went in and did as the note read, pulling the note off
the door as I entered. I pushed the button so the door would lock behind
me.

After I did the usual, getting nude, clean and washed, I got bold and went
through the house looking into all the rooms. The house was bigger than I
realized. I entered the master suite on the main floor. It was huge with a
big walk in closet; master bath with a Jacuzzi tub a big clear glass
enclosed stall shower. One full wall was bookshelves full of books and a
reading table and overstuffed chair. I looked behind a big door and found a
huge walk in closet bigger than most bedrooms. There were expensive
clothing lined up on hangers lined up on a poll down one wall. Across from
it were a combination of leather biker gear and boots. The back wall was
mostly military clothing. I thumbed through the leather and military
clothing and realized he must be a retired officer in the Marines. He
definitely was in to leather. There were four dress uniforms with a Full
Colonel Bird on the lapel and medals pinned all over them. There were just
as many fatigue uniforms. I thought, "Master Jake must be a retired Marine
Full Bird Colonel. I bet he can tell some good war stories!"

Sure enough, when I went across the hall and entered his office, den,
computer room, the walls covered with pictures of him and other military
officers. Some, obviously taken in Vietnam, some in other foreign
countries, other's here in the states. There were even pictures of him
getting awards pinned to his uniform by dignitaries of the US
Government. There were trophies and plaques everywhere. I noticed the
screen on his computer had a screen saver program running of an aquarium
full of swimming fish. I turned right to that beautiful flat 19inch screen
in vivid colors. I was fascinated, no, awe struck! Having an old clunker
laptop, this gear was state of the art, everything, including a digital
camera, scanner, cam and two printers. I was a computer buff myself. I
immediately plopped my bare ass in his plush leather chair and started to
scan his directories to see what he had in this baby. It was loaded with
programs, even all the expensive Adobe Photo software. I then started
looking at his document files. Most were on military stuff, letters, etc.

Then I stumbled upon the cream de la cream. I checked out his history
folders and found he spent a lot of time on Kink, S&M, and leather sites on
the Internet. I checked out the picture sub directories he had set up and
found them all categorized into type of pictures. He was definitely into
young boys, had pictures of him and other guys all in leather or fatigues
playing sex games with young guys. Most the Cubs were from 14 to 25. There
were a few, obviously taken in Vietnam of boys 6 to 12, all pre-adolescents
having things done to them by adult males in the nude. All of those young
boys looked mixed raced - white and oriental or black and oriental. Some
were quite beautiful, cute little tikes with big smiles across their faces,
looking at the camera. As I clicked through the many pictures, I realized
that all these kids were in an orphanage somewhere in Vietnam. The more I
looked, the racier the pictures became. Guys were fondling, petting,
nibbling and poking fingers in the little guys. A few of the pictures were
of both oral and anal sex with the little guys. Even those pictures
indicated big smiles on the boys' faces. It turned me on just looking at
the size of the dicks on some of the guys that these kids were servicing. A
couple of black guys had huge monster dicks that really caught my eye. I
had heard that black guys have big dicks, and these pictures certainly
confirmed that as fact. I thought, "What would something that big feel like
up inside me!" I sat and admired those big black dicks for quite awhile,
then moved on looking for more. I was hard and oozing pre-cum all over the
Master's leather swivel chair as I completed previewing that picture
folder. I cleaned up my mess with my fingers and put it to my tongue. I
moved on to folders of his military pictures.

I lost all sense of time snooping in his computer files. Suddenly I felt
Master Jake's hand on my shoulder. I was looking at pictures of him
receiving ribbons in his full dress uniform by a General in
Vietnam. Startled, I knew I was in big trouble, though he never caught me
in the Boy files! He never said a single word about what I was looking at
on the screen. As I turned my head and looked up at him, his eyes said it
all! He mumbled something under his breath and told me to return the
computer to the desktop mode. When I had done that he pulled the chair back
and spun it around and around until I was not able to focus my eyes at him
when he brought the chair to a stop. The spinning in my head continued. He
kept mumbling to himself under his breath. He then grabbed me, lifted me to
my feet and gave me a quick kick that sent me spinning to my knees on the
carpet. He grabbed me by the ponytail and my arm, lifted me so I was
tip-e-toe. He guided and directed me with him out of the room, down the
stairs and into the dungeon. Had he not a good hold of me, I would have
tumbled down those stairs I was so dizzy. He was still in his street
clothing.

He had me tied, gagged and suspended, dangling by my two wrists very
quickly as I lifted so just the balls of my feet were touching the cold
cement floor. He spun me around until I was dizzy again and my eyes could
not even focus on him. He pulled the butt plug from me and greased up a
monster dildo and rammed it up my ass, plugged it into that electrical
connection and let it rip. Next came the nipple clamps, this time attached
with electrical connections that he connected to another box under the
table. He put a metal band down over my cock and squeezed my two balls into
it until it fit snuggly and hooked another electrical connection to it that
led down to that same box under the table. He flipped another switch and my
whole body convulsed. Electrical shocks of varying intensity started
working my balls and my two nipples. I never knew what was going to be
shocked next or with what intensity. The pain was intense one moment, less
maybe on the next. Tears fell from my eyes, as he turned and left me
hanging there with that dildo working against my hot spot, went up the
stairs, turned off the lights, closed the door and he was gone. This left
me in total darkness to deal with my punishment and feel the pain.

I tried to break loose first unsuccessfully. Then I tried to scream and
shout the pain was so intense when a large volt electric shock hit my cock
and balls. The dildo kept getting me excited, but the electric shock kept
making my cock go limp when the big ones hit. Gradually I settled down and
just let my mind go empty and began to hum as I did the morning
before. Things began to change as a warm feeling surged through my nipples,
then my cock got hard and the warmth spread to my balls. Each time the
electric shock zapped my nipples I moaned with pleasure. Each time it
zapped my cock and balls at the base, my cock bounced and pre-cum oozed
from my piss hole. Before long I burned with lust, loving everything except
the inability to stand and take the weight off my arms and wrists that were
now numb. I was hard, oozing, but for some reason, I could not get off,
regardless of how good it felt. I needed the Master to take me as he did
yesterday. I prayed he would return soon. My muffled sounds kept repeating
"Master Jake! Master Jake! Please! Oh Please Master Jake," as I continued
to hum.

I must have had my eyes closed, or out of it, as I felt hands rubbing up
and down over my sweating body.  When my mind registered the feelings and
warmth of hands, I realized it was my Master at my side. He was dressed in
his Marine khakis, boots and all, even the hat with the Colonel's eagle
attached. He held his crop in one hand and kept rubbing it up and down over
my cock, lifting, poking, and prodding, watching it jump with excitement at
his return. It still was oozing pre-cum and he leaned over, pinched off a
stringer and put it to his lips. "Quite a puddle of pre-cum on the floor
here boy for you to lap up when I'm done with you today. You have been a
very bad boy and are going to be punished accordingly." He turned off the
electrical current to the nipples and the cock and ball devices and removed
them. He also turned off the vibrating dildo and removed the electric
connection, but left it lodged up inside me. I was free to swing and spin
again. He started spinning me again. My ability to focus on him
diminished. When I was able to focus on him again, he grabbed a black
leather cat-of-nine-tails and started softly rubbing and fondling me with
it. Then he began lightly striking me, from shoulders down to my ankles,
both front and back.

"You like this now boy, but wait until you get a good taste of this Cat. He
increased the intensity of his punishment until he was administering very
harsh blows all over me. It stung more than it hurt; however, even the
stings began to take their toll on me. First my skin burned, and then it
seemed to be on fire. I tried to go back into a nice feeling of warm
pleasure, but it did not happen for me as before.

"Oh sir, please stop! I can not take it Sir! My skin is burning! Please
stop!"

 "Cub Boy, this I administer as punishment, not pleasure upon your body so
you will remember forever what you did without my permission today. Next
time I catch you snooping, more severe punishment than this today will be
forthcoming. You earned no pleasure today from me boy! Little snoops do not
deserve pleasure from their Masters. Now take it like a man boy, stop your
sniveling!" His punishment continued until he decided I had enough. I felt
like my skin had tightened up over my muscles and was going to split
open. There was not one ounce of pleasure and I was just hanging like a
slab of slaughtered beef. My cock hung flaccid as he lowered me, removed
the chain and pushed me to the floor. "Clean up your cock dribbles boy -
with your tongue!" My drippings were cold, horrible tasting off the cement
floor. I gagged them down. He then ushered me into the bathroom, stood me
in the shower stall and forced me to my knees.

I started to scream into my gag as he directed his cock at me. He started
spraying his hot piss all over me from head to toe front and back. Words
can not describe the pain as his piss covered my body running down over my
reddened body. It felt like an acid bath, burning and biting into
me. "That's the worst part boy! On your feet now boy!" He pulled the
restraints, the gag from me, then the big dildo and sat them on the
sink. "Shower, clean this equipment and put it away in the locker. Your
butt plug is on the sink there clean it up too and put it back up your boy
cunt and go upstairs and meet me in the office for your instructions."

I did exactly as he had instructed. He was waiting, still in his uniform,
sitting in the big leather swivel chair I had sat in earlier in front of
his computer. "Come here son and sit on my lap, we need to have a talk!"
Still nude, I climbed up into his lap and leaned back against his
warmth. He ran his hands up and down over my body as he turned us around
facing the computer. "Now show me what you were looking at on the computer
boy. Go back through all the stuff you looked at boy." My mind was
churning, the wheels were spinning, wondering if I should let him know if I
looked at his kinky stuff, especially the young kids in Vietnam that were
being molested. I figured he already knew, probably had a program that
tracked what files were opened most recently in a log. I decided I best
show him everything I previewed. Otherwise, I knew I would get another
session of punishment today. I repeated my basic tour of his computer. When
I got to the good stuff, I could feel his dick getting hard under me,
through the material of his uniform. He obviously turned on, reliving each
encounter in his mind. He began to nibble, caress, and pet my nude
body. His hot breath was at my ear whispering details about each picture as
I continued to click through the pictures. He took my cock and balls in his
hand and slowly massaged until I was rubbing my ass over his
hardness. Every once in awhile he would let out a low, masculine groan and
his dick would twitch and throb under me. He was obviously in a world of
his own as I took him back to days past. Suddenly he stiffened! I felt his
cock pulsate and explode against my bottom. The moisture immediately soaked
his britches and dampened my moons as he jacked me to a climax. He caught
my load in his other hand, then fed it to me and said.

"Those were the good old days son! Wish I could be back there again now
with my men. I have you now Joey Schmidt! I love you son! Don't disappoint
me and I'll make you very happy. Once we get you trained and use to my love
making, my life will be complete again!" He turned my head and kissed me
very passionately right on the lips. I felt that moment, I too loved my
Master Jake, and I could love him forever, even if he was a bit kinky. "You
like me boy don't you?" It was a question I had no difficulty answering.

"Yes Master Jake! I like you very much Sir, even if you are kinky and scare
me sometimes! I like having sex with you, especially when you are inside me
Sir! You make me feel so warm and passionate, just wonderful all over!"

"You have any friends yet your age in the city boy that you ever visit or
stay with on weekends? I would like to have you spend tomorrow night with
me boy, but you would have to tell a lie to your Grandma so she does not
know you were here. Would you be able to do that boy? I want to show you
off to some friends of mine that are coming to dinner tomorrow night!"

I only know three boys so far Sir - one next door, two further down the
street. The one next door is quite young, just a kid, about 8 maybe. The
other two are older, about my age, but I've never gotten too close to them
yet. However, I can sneak out at night as grandma is usually in bed by 7pm
every night. She takes sleeping pills and is out all night, but gets up
with the chickens, around 6am. Would that work Master? I have to be home by
then and in bed when she calls me for breakfast at 7am."

"That might work boy, I'll plan dinner at 7:30pm then. You call me if you
cannot be here by then and make sure grandma is asleep before you leave. Be
careful boy! I'll leave the back door unlocked. You sneak in, clean
yourself up and put on the clothing I set out for you in the bathroom and
then come join me in the kitchen where I will be most likely. I will not
see you until tomorrow evening boy! Get dressed and off you go. That's all
for today unless you want to sniff my pits or something before you leave."

"Oh can I Sir! Oh yes please! He opened his shirt, slipped it off and put
his arms up and I turned around, sat back in his lap facing him again. We
were face to face, as I buried my nose in his pit and entered the twilight
zone licking, sniffing and inhaling his wonderful scent. I loved his taste
today. He tasted like salted almonds." After I did the other pit and worked
on his nipples for awhile, he lifted me to my feet, handed me a card with
his phone number and cell number printed in his handwriting. "You want me
to clean you up sir, you're all messy and wet in the crotch?"

"No boy, I'll take care of that. Take this with you boy, call if anything
comes up and you can't make it tomorrow evening." He patted me on the ass,
sent me off to dress and leave for the day. After I was dressed and just
starting to exit the door he appeared and said, "Keep the butt plug in
son. Tomorrow evening then - soon after 7pm as you can get here!" He gave
me a big hug and I was off.

The following morning I rose as usual. Tried to keep busy helping grandma
clean the house and do the laundry for us both. When I completed my yard
chores, time was getting close to noon. After lunch, I walked around the
Marina enjoying the afternoon sun, feeding the ducks and wondering what my
Master Jake was doing. I moseyed bye his house and stood across the street
for awhile just yearning to be with him. I knew better, but never the less
lingered for a spell before I headed back to the pond and watched the ducks
for awhile. I strolled down the trail and around the "Legion of Honor"
kicking stones and thinking about what to expect this evening with his
friends. I just happened to run into a big black guy jogging along the
trail. He was tall, black and stunning. He was dripping wet with
perspiration. He had his sweatshirt off, knotted around his neck and draped
down his back. I just stared at him as he passed. He was awesome. I wasn't
thinking and had my eyes glued to him, especially his dick bouncing in his
sweatpants as he passed.  He smiled and continued down the trail. Looking
at him, my mind slipped back to looking at those pictures yesterday of
those black dicks I had drooled over on the Master's computer. I spun
around and my eyes followed him as he continued for about thirty feet, spun
around running backwards and looked back at me.  He stopped and stared back
at me smiling, big white teeth glistening in the sun. He stretched his arms
up in the air a couple of times, then walked slowly back to me and cupped
his crotch with his left hand as he stood there looking me over. He looked
around to see if anyone else was coming down the trail, then looked back up
into my eyes. My eyes glued to watching what he was doing with his dick,
now jetting out massaged by his huge hand. When I finally looked back up
into his eyes, he smiled and gave me a head nod to follow him. He headed
into a dense growth of underbrush along the trail and I followed right on
his heals.

Well into the thicket he stopped, turned around, lowered his sweatpants and
out popped this huge black uncut monster dick, dripping with pre-cum, sweat
glistening off it, in a bush of black curly hair. He stroked it a couple of
times and then stood there looking at me. He never said a word, just shook
it at me, rutting from the waist. "Come on kid, isn't this what you wanted
white boy! Get down here and suck it boy!" A big stringer was hanging from
his piss hole and waiving in the air as I dropped to my knees in front of
him and rubbed my nose in his crotch hair and inhaled his scent. His
pre-cum instantly attached to my chin and neck, the stringer leaving a
trail down my sweatshirt. "Well, kid are you going to suck it?"

"Oh sorry Sir, I was just enjoying your strong scent Sir!" I took one last
deep breath of him then licked the under shaft of his shaft scooping up
pre-cum right up to the bulbous head. I have never seen anything so huge as
his mushroom appeared at this close proximity. It still had a portion of
the foreskin attached, not quite pulled completely back off the glands. A
couple of more licks and it popped out for clear viewing. I just stared at
it for a moment wondering if I could get this in over my tongue.

"Come on kid, I'm waiting! Do your thing!" He pushed a finger into my
mouth, ran it back and forth spreading my mouth open gathering moisture
from my tongue and spread it back and forth over my lips.  The next thing I
knew his dick head was on my lips rubbing dribbles of his pre-cum over my
lips, nose and cheeks. Next, he started feeding his dick into my mouth,
pushing it over my tongue and to the back of my throat. It was big, but
seemed semi-hard, pliable. It therefore curved and slid right past my gag
center and down my throat without a problem. When his pubes were against my
lips, my throat muscles locked and I tried to swallow. I could feel it
continue to grow and spread my throat. He pulled back, gave me air, then
plunged back in again. He continued this slowly until suddenly he started
to increase his speed. It made my gag center waiver and my throat muscles
started to play a tune on his big dick. He moaned pleasure, as my throat
convulsed around his manhood. Suddenly he stiffened, pulled his dick from
my throat and released a load of cream over my tongue. I could hardly
swallow fast enough to keep up with the quantity his ejaculation was
depositing. His juice began to dribble from the corners of my mouth and run
down my chin. He pulled from me, wiped his dick dry on my sweatshirt,
pulled up his sweats and was gone, leaving me still on my knees in the
bushes. I noticed a gold band on his left hand as he left.

I knelt there on my knees for a bit savoring the smell and taste of him
that filled my head. I was proud of myself to have consumed something so
very large all the way down my throat. I think it was the fact that he
never really got rock hard until the very last that made it possible. I
thought, "What a dick on that black man, my very first too." I got to my
feet and headed back up the trail feeling more lustful than ever,
especially with that butt plug working in me. Thank goodness I was wearing
a jock or my dick would be forming a circus tent in my sweats. By the time
I reached home, my dick was pounding for release. I took a shower, let cold
water flow over my dick and balls until I was flaccid, then crawled on top
of the bed and dropped off to sleep. When I awoke, it was going on to 5pm,
almost dinnertime. I dressed and went downstairs and helped grandma in the
kitchen finish the preparations, then set the table and we ate. I ate
lighter than usual and of course; she noticed and asked if I was ill or
feeling well. I convinced her I was just fine and I cleaned up as usual, as
she put leftovers in containers into the refrigerator.

We watched the Six o'clock news together. By 7pm, she was on her feet
headed for her bedroom and bath as usual. I wasted no time in peeking in on
her every so often until I could see she was covered and asleep.  I was off
for the Masters house by 7:10, walking in his back door and cleaned up by
7:30. He had a military fatigue pant folded on the sink counter. As I put
it on, I noticed it sewed together with snaps running down the sides and
crotch. A couple of quick tugs at the waistline would remove it
quickly. They fit perfectly, a bit tight in just the right spots, but were
very comfortable against my bare skin. That was all I found to wear, except
a pair of dog tags on a chair, which had my name, Joe Schmidt stamped on
the tag.

I entered the kitchen where the Master was preparing dinner. He glanced
over at me and licked his lips. He motioned me to come to his side and he
said, "You look sensational boy - as a real Marine Cub Boy. He was dressed
in a clean Marine set of fatigues with his Colonel Bird on the lapel and
another Division pin on the opposite lapel. He was wearing an apron, which
looked a bit funny in that uniform. He quickly removed the apron and sat it
aside. "Teddy Boy I am going to take you in now and introduce you to my
friends. They are all military men, dressed similar to us. I want you on
your best behavior! You must call them all Sir and if they want to touch or
fondle you, you just let them do it boy. As I introduce you to each
gentlemen, you step up, stand at attention in front of each, salute and
wait for him to dismiss you." He showed me exactly what he meant, coming to
attention, saluting, then coming to parade rest in front of me. "Now you do
it to me boy!" I must have done it right the first time, except I came to
parade rest before he gave me the command. He corrected me, had me do it
again correctly, then led me into the living room where four men, some
older, some younger were sitting chatting.

All eyes fell on me as we entered the room. He ushered me up in front of
the oldest guy first that I noticed happened to be wearing two stars on his
lapel. Master Jake came to attention and said, "Sir, I present my latest
Cub Boy Joey Schmidt to you for inspection!" My master gave me a little
nudge with his foot and I stepped up in front of him at attention, gave him
the salute and awaited his response. The general smiled and said, "My
Colonel, you certainly know how to pick out the blond beauties son! At ease
soldier, you too Colonel!" He ran his hands through my golden locks, then
down over my face, neck, took me by the shoulders and gave me a big hug as
his hands grasp my ass cheeks and squeezed them tightly in his palms.  He
loosened the top snap on my fatigues, ran his hand down and squeezed my
balls and cock. I began to get hard in his palm. When I was hard, he
released my dick and pulled his hands back out and commented.  "Very nice,
very nice indeed Colonel. The Boy is hung very well indeed!" The general
looked down at my tenting, smiled again, looked up into my eyes and
asked. "Has he completed his training yet Colonel!"

"No Sir, he has a couple of weeks to go yet Sir! He is a quick learner,
very responsive to anal play and seems to take to domination well." The
general pinched my nipples a couple of times, smiled at my reaction, the
said, "Dismissed!" I was moved from one officer to the next, each doing
similar things to me as I was inspected by them. There was the General,
another Colonel, a Major and a Captain, all officers.  The general was in
good shape, but well into his 60's. He was very good looking too. Hell,
they all were good looking, in shape and very sexy in their military
uniforms. My dick stayed on hard just looking at them. The other Colonel
and the Captain were especially attractive, black hair, muscled, and I
found myself following their every movement. I could see a huge dick
pressed against their fatigues lying against their left thighs. They
obviously wore boxers. The Colonel kept rubbing his crotch every time he
saw me looking at him.

Master Jake made more drinks for them and had me deliver them to each
officer, then excused himself and returned to the kitchen. They took their
pleasure touching and rubbing me, squeezing my ass and cock each time I
came near one of them. I was eating up this attention, made a point of
following the Colonel or the Captain around the room as they talked, roamed
the room, picking at finger food laid out on a sideboard.  Both guys had
wet spots forming on the thigh of their fatigues. Master Jake came back in
the room and told them the food was set out on the sideboard in the dinning
room, as this was going to be a buffet tonight.

The General led the way! Soon all seated eating. The Master had instructed
me to stand at the buffet and serve them when they wanted additional food
or drink. They each knew how to give orders, and I fetched and brought them
additional items as they commanded. When they were all finished eating,
Master Jake told me to clean off the table, take all the food off the
buffet and set it on the table in the kitchen. He joined his friends in the
living room and kept an eye on my progress. When I was finished, he told me
I could take my meal in the kitchen. He eventually joined me in the kitchen
and we worked together putting the food away and loading the dishwasher. He
never started it, just closed the door behind the mess. He had me wash up
the dirty spots on the counters, stove and table, then wash up my hands and
face.

He took me by the arm, pulled me to him and smiled. "You did well soldier,
now let's go in and entertain our guests and see what they really like
about my little Cub." As we reentered the living room he took me right to
the General and said. "General, would you like to hold my little Cub, he is
wearing a butt plug and really likes the smell and taste of men. He likes
to be fondled Sir, but still has a feather trigger, so you will have to be
careful or you could be sprayed! We are working on that Sir!"

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Good place to take a chapter break! What say? Am not I a prick? If you
like, give me a holler and I may work us both up into frenzy again. I sure
do turn myself on at times writing this smut. If the responses drop off, a
quick ending will follow to end this fantasy and leave it at that. Email
your comments and suggestions to bertcarley@goldrush.com
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