Date: Sun, 23 Sep 2012 07:29:41 -0700 From: J S Subject: Going to School - Part 1 Ryan arched his back, his legs spread far apart by the spreader bar, his thighs sore from supporting his weight, dripping with sweat under the spotlights, the obvious focus of the stage. He arched his back and tried to look over his shoulder, forgetting his neck, too, was held immobile by the ropes binding his limbs together. Even had he been able to turn his head, he was in a small circle of light amidst darkness that seemed almost thick -- he could smell cum, lots of it, and cock, the sweat of perhaps fifteen different men, and what might have once been cologne. His asshole puckered as he pushed back in anticipation -- from Friday afternoon, when his wildest sexual experience had been back in middle school, when he felt up the neighbor girl, to now, he'd been transformed. He wasn't sure how much he'd appreciate the changes when he woke up Monday morning, but on Sunday night, his asshole winked, red and raw, and he wiggled his ass back against the emptiness. "Gentlemen, let's all meet Ryan again. He's been through an awful lot with us, and though he's young, he's one of the most enthusiastic candidates we've ever seen." A voice spoke from somewhere far above, the same voice that had been instructing Ryan and the various men who'd trained him over the weekend. "Someone get this man something for his ass!" As the voice overhead continued, Ryan stretched back even more, clearly desperate to fill his ass with something, anything -- cock or dildo or fingers or fist or some combination of the above. He almost whimpered, the hunger inside him was affecting him so. Ryan felt someone come behind him, their skin close to his, and just as warm, if not warmer than his own, though where he had been almost hairless to begin with, and was completely hairless now, whoever was behind him had what seemed almost like fur running down his forearms and belly. He felt two fingers slide over his pucker, for what seemed like the first time in hours or more, even though he'd only been tied up on the stage for twenty minutes. First two fingers, then three, then a fourth. He kept pressing his ass back, trying to get whoever was touching him to enter more deeply, though whoever's hand was in him was teasing him on purpose. Finally, he felt a surprisingly large hand on his waist, the fingers of the left hand almost circling his waist as the fingers of the right hand spread copious amounts of lube in, on, and around Ryan's muscular white ass. He moaned in anticipation, knowing that if his masters required lube for whatever was to come, that it must be huge. Since Friday, he'd graduated from taking one well-lotioned finger up his ass, graduated all the way to bottoming out on nine inch cocks lubed only by the spit he left sucking and the cum that was repeatedly deposited deep inside him. "Our newest member has just joined us this weekend, for the first time ever." Some in the crowd ooh-ed and ah-ed as the man behind Ryan got out a monstrous butt plug, nearly eleven inches long, nearly four inches across at the base. "This is not just Ryan's first fetish experience, but his first gay experience." He lubed the plug generously, too, though he wondered how much lube he actually needed -- Ryan seemed to thrive on some kinds of pain. "Friday morning, this young man had never had so much as a finger up his ass, and now look at him. His ass is begging for it!" And it was, much to everyone's amazement, including Ryan's. As the man behind him pressed the plug into his hole, he couldn't help himself but press back. Rather than tease him with just the tip, the man behind him was surprised when Ryan's ass grabbed at the plug, the walls of his asshole pulling in the plug. Ryan gasped, just a little, as the man behind him slammed the plug deep in his ass. He felt full, but not uncomfortably so, not unbelievably so. In fact, he felt incredibly aware of each subtle curve of the toy in his ass, aware of the conical tip, aware of the swell midway down the black plastic, and aware, especially, of the grip of his ring around the most narrow part of the toy. With every inhalation, Ryan's eyes grew a little more glazed, his focus increasingly on that small part of him that was being fucked, though he was also quite aware of his own rock-hard dick, dripping copious amounts of cum, droplets falling to the floor each time the man behind him flicked at or twisted the base of the plug. "Take off the gag!" Someone shouted from the audience. The ball gag in his mouth had been holding his mouth open for what seemed like weeks, but wasn't even hours. When the plastic ball popped out of his mouth, covered in spit, Ryan tried to work his jaw muscles a little bit -- for the first time, his jaw was feeling a little sore, though he was sure that he'd forget once there was dick in his mouth and cum in his throat. As Ryan worked his jaw briefly, during those spare moments, the man who seemed to be in charge slapped him on the ass, hard. Ryan had never liked being spanked before; in fact, he hadn't been spanked since he was nearly 6, and now at 21, he was surprised how wonderful the spankings could make him feel. The first slap, because Ryan had not anticipated it at all, made the plug in his asshole nearly jump all the way out, and he had to try harder than seemed necessary to ensure the plug didn't escape. The second slap, and the third, and then those after, forced the plug in his ass to jiggle back and forth deep inside. Ryan could barely contain himself when he felt the plug start to be pulled out of him ever so slowly; he kept rocking his hips backwards. The other man finally pulled the plug out of him ever so slowly--removing the eleven inches seemed to take minutes, "Fuck me." Ryan spoke out of turn and the audience gasped, just a little. He had been gagged, so they did not expect to hear his voice. They were even more surprised that he'd forgotten to say "Sir," though those nearest to him could see how very glassy his eyes had become. The man behind him shoved the entirety of the plug back inside him in one none-too-gentle motion, then moved further into the light. His cock was huge, longer than the plug but not quite as big around, and his balls were covered in the same curly, thick hair as the rest of his body. He slapped at the plug again, then took it in and out of Ryan again, this time taking the plastic all the way out, showing off the gaping asshole's hunger. "Fuck you, who? Did someone speak?" He looked around the room, feigning ignorance. "I know this slave did not just speak without permission, nor forget to say Sir to me." There was a moment of awkward laughter -- every man in the place had played a part in these games at one point or another, and each knew the importance of the slave rules. Ryan had just violated perhaps the most basic rule, though the extreme stretching of his ass, and his glazed-over eyes might have suggested an incapacity or inability to follow any kind of rules, or even any kind of logical train of thought. Ryan had the look of empty hunger--it was clear that he desperately needed something bigger in his ass, going deeper, and going in and out of him faster and faster. "This slave spoke, sir. Please fuck me." He couldn't believe the words that came out of his own mouth -- Friday morning, he'd basically been a virgin, and now he was begging a stranger to cram his dick in his ass. "Please fuck me, sir. Bury your cock in my ass. I want you to cum in me so much that I can feel it drip down my leg." "No." When the man said this, Ryan looked genuinely crestfallen. Those standing closest to him might have even seen tears well up in his eyes. He hadn't even known he needed it two days ago, but the thought of not getting that cock up his ass right the fuck now made him unbelievably sad. "Please fuck me sir. I'll do anything you want. I'll clean you off afterwards. Cum in my mouth. Cum on my back. Cum where you want to. Please fuck me. I need that big cock deep in my ass. Don't be gentle. Fuck me like you mean it." Though the words coming out of his mouth shocked him, he knew that from this weekend forward, he'd forever be begging for men to dump their cum in him. His dick was harder than ever, and he felt like he might cum just from the words behind him. "I think it's time for the show to begin!" said the man behind him. The show to begin? Ryan was a little bit confused by that -- he thought that he was the show, that the show had been going on all this time, that the two hours he'd spent this morning already tied up were part of his graduation ceremony. "Just relax, you'll love it," said the man, whispering in his ear as he kissed him with a tenderness Ryan had not expected. "Raise the lights." Ryan looked around, as much as the ropes would allow his neck to move -- though he could not see the full room, he could see enough of it to realize that there were more people than he would have ever guessed. His skin glistened with sweat and his muscles strained against the bondage ropes. He swallowed, hard, to look up at an audience of near 200 people, all sitting around an auditorium style room in various states of undress, some clad head to toe in leather, some wearing just their piercings, some just their skin. "I wanted to introduce to the Academy our newest member, perhaps one of the most natural trainees it has ever been my privilege and pleasure to know. In just two short days, Ryan has progressed farther than some of those who stayed with us past the expiration of their year's contract." A year? Ryan thought to himself. A year? He could do this for a month or a year or a decade and never be done with dick, he decided. "Cue the video." The video was projected on the screen behind him, and it showed his interview -- most of it, anyway. Ryan looked up, fascinated to see himself blown up across the big screen. He felt he looked quite different than he had two days ago, and, in fact, he did -- there was much less hair on his head, no hair on his body, not even pubic hair, and what could only be described as a lack of purpose. The interview had not gone well, he had thought at first, mistaking the sternness of the interviewers for hostility, when instead what they were showing was the first hints of what they felt he needed. "What brings you to us?" The man asked Ryan. Ryan still did not know if the man had a name besides Master. He'd never heard the hairy man called by anything but Master. "I need to learn a few things." Up until this point, Ryan had not had an inkling that he was about to experience such an awakening; he thought he might, at best, go to a workshop or campfire up in these mountains, maybe meet a few new people, maybe bump into old friends. The man who was called Master slid some paperwork over, and handed Ryan a pen. "Sign. We'll start teaching you right away." The ink had not even dried when the Master's voice spoke. "Kneel." Ryan knelt immediately, and Master noted right away that there was no hesitation whatsoever, no question as to why, no thought for the comfort of his knees. He just sat there, kneeling, wondering what was to happen next. "Unzip my pants." Ryan reached out his hands and was surprised to find them slapped away. "With your teeth." The Master's jeans were tight, and even once Ryan managed to undo the zipper, the pants would not come down. Ryan had to shuffle closer to the Master on his knees, then grab the fabric bunched at Master's thighs, and as he grabbed at the pants-leg with his teeth, the Master's cock bounced against his cheek. Ryan was instantly amazed at how incredibly warm the cock was, as though all the heat of the man was concentrated in just those inches of flesh. He had never so much as seen a cock other than his own before, not even when he was younger,, so he had nothing to compare the Master's cock with besides his own. "Kiss the tip of my dick." As Ryan knelt, the Master stood there with the head of his cock level with Ryan's lips. "Kiss it. Lick the head." When Ryan reached out the tip of his tongue to touch the glittering drop of pre-cum building up, something inside him snapped at the first taste of cum. Ryan pretended to fall, impaling his throat around the cock in front of him. He surprised himself, and his Master too, when his nose was pressed in Master's pubic hair, and he could feel the cock throbbing not just in his mouth, but in his throat as well. Master was amazed to find his dick tonsil deep in this young man -- amazed, that is, that having his dick tonsil deep did not seem to bother Ryan in the slightest. Every candidate who arrived here ended up being fucked in the throat -- but usually after time had been spent on training. Master could remember one candidate who'd progressed to this easy, gag-less throatfucking after almost two weeks, but this was unbelievable. As Master's thoughts wandered, Ryan looked up from his kneeling position. His eyes met his Master's, and he mistook the look his Master gave him for one of disappointment, when really Master was so amazed that he almost felt out of control. He bobbed back up to the end of the cock, once again taking just the tip into his mouth. Ryan spoke around the cock head "Am I doing it wrong? What's wrong?" Master grabbed his head by the back and ever so slowly inched his way back down the young man's throat. "There's nothing wrong. You're a natural." Master said, and was not lying. "Do you like the taste of cum?" Ryan tried to speak around the dick filling his mouth and throat, but could only manage a moan. He tried to say "I've never tasted any but my own," though the sounds from his mouth were incomprehensible. "You will, if you don't already." Master said. "I'm getting close to cumming. I want you to take the tip of my cock in your mouth, and roll it around with your tongue. When I cum, swallow. All of it. Every last drop. If some spills on the floor, you will lick it up from the floor." Ryan was in heaven as he swirled his tongue around the crown of Master's cock. He ran his tongue up the ridgeline and back down, swirled it from top to bottom, flicked at the bottom with his tongue, even licked up and down Master's pee slit. "Are you sure you haven't done this before?" Master asked, his knees wobbling a little. "Never. Yours is the first cock I've ever seen besides my own." "I'm going to come soon, but I'm not going to tell you when. You'lll be able to figure it out eventually, I hope, but your job is to be ready for cum whenever and wherever cum happens to be. Hold it in your mouth. Don't swallow" And with that, Master stuck his dick deep down Ryan's throat again, at first helping himself to a slow, gentle suck, then fucking Ryan's face with increasing ferocity. Ryan felt a strange tickle in his throat as Master's cock pulsed, first once, then twice, down his throat, then a third time as he pulled his cock back. He jetted nearly a quarter cup full of sperm with his first splatter, then less and then less again. The cum in Ryan's mouth obviously tasted wonderful to him -- he had a wide smile as he looked up to meet Master's face, and when he stuck his tongue out to show Master the load in his mouth, he couldn't help himself and almost started to laugh. "What's next?" Ryan asked. "What's funny?" Master asked him, the session starting to go off-script a little. "I love it. I could drink your cum every day." "Mine's not the only cum in the world, you know." "If I could eat cum the rest of the weekend, I would, I think." The idea didn't sound bad to Ryan. He'd so enjoyed the first dick in his mouth that he was already beginning to think of the next. "That can be arranged." Master said. What he means to be is ominous, though he doesn't scare Ryan even a little bit at this point, no matter the four inches of height Master has on him, or the 80 pounds. Instead, Ryan wondered what the next cock will be like -- smaller, bigger, longer, shorter, darker, lighter, and what the next load of cum will taste like -- his own had always been somewhat salty, but Master's cum had seemed to possess its own brand of sweetness. Master snapped his fingers and three men entered the room, all of them dressed in leather arm straps and metal rings around their cocks. Ryan looked over to the men and saw that two of them are as hard as he can imagine already, while one is only half-hard. "Ryan, these men are also here to help train you. Please oblige them with whatever they ask of you." Ryan nodded his head. These men did not look as "nice" as Master, though Ryan remained unsure whether that was because they were not as handsome, their cocks were not as large, or some other unknown thing. "This is an advanced lesson, but if you can pass the test, you don't need this particular training. The three men came up around Ryan, who was still kneeling on the ground. One came to his left side, the other to his right, and in the middle stood another cock, this one probably 8 inches long, 2 inches around. "Stick my dick in your mouth, slut." "Grab my dick and jack me off," "Play with my balls." The instructions came all at once, but Ryan kept up, his hands working independently of his mouth. The dick in his mouth started pressing against him harder and harder -- truly fucking his throat. Where the instructor had thought to break him, he just opened up his mouth and let the dick slide in and out and up and down, covering it with spit and careful to avoid even the suggestion of teeth. "I'm cumming!" said the man whose dick was buried deep in this throat. Ryan once again felt the pulsations coming up the shaft from the bottom, but before he had quite realized the man was cumming, he'd lost nearly two thirds of the load to his stomach. This time, the cum was almost spicy, and much thinner than Master's load had been. Ryan kept the dick in his mouth as it softened, his hands still occupied with a cock and balls, though once the head of the dick plopped from his mouth, the two other men came towards him together. Both of them wanted their dick in his mouth, and both wanted it now. Rather than compete, he took the heads of both dicks in his mouth and swirled his tongue around and over both of them, then took turns bobbing up and down off of each dick, each time burying his nose in the pubic hair, here blonde, the other sandy brown, where the first had been covered in a thick black fur almost like Master's. The three guys were amazed at how easily Ryan was able to sneak the length of their cocks all the way down his throat -- most often, when they were not serving as someone's guest-slave, they were a `throat-fucking crew.' All three of them liked the feel of someone struggling for breath while stuffed with cock, but this was something new to them. The last slave had taken nearly three weeks before they were able to fuck his throat with any regularity, but that slave still didn't seem to be enthused with a dick far down his throat. Ryan looked up and watched the video, as his use and abuse for the last 48 hours was broadcast for the whole room to see. While he had known when he signed the paperwork that everything would be filmed, he had no idea that there would be so many men here. How many were local? Would he be able to walk into the market or down the street without one of these men recognizing him? He had imagined strangers getting off to footage of himself with the Master and some of the other fellows, but to imagine the neighbor knowing how hungry he was for cock? When he looked up he saw that the footage had moved on to the next phase of his training. "Ryan, you did an amazing job with deep throating. You're a natural. A true natural. Wonder of the world status." Ryan is embarrassed to hear Master say these things -- he had expected to be called a slut, a whore, a faggot, and worse, but a `natural?' "Thank you sir." "Now, strip." Master's voice allowed no argument, and Ryan thought to himself that he'd strip for Master whether or not there was any contract he'd signed. Ryan quickly shed his pants and his underwear, and felt the need to cover his dick with one hand. "Move your hand, slave."