Date: Thu, 6 Oct 2011 22:17:53 -0400
From: Zachary Taylor Burns <artistic.revelations@hotmail.com>
Subject: LESSONS OF SUBMISSION- A Young Master-In-Training. Chapter 2

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LESSONS OF SUBMISSION: A Young Master-In-Training
by Zachary Taylor Burns


Chapter Two
"Liquid Gold and A Fatherly Love"

I loved when my parents went away for the weekend, something they did on a
regular basis.  Sometimes it was to the Poconos for a weekend of
relaxation, others to Atlantic City for gambling, New York City, or any
other random place to get away from home for a day or two.  I stopped
trying to keep track of all the places they would visit.  All I cared about
was getting to spend a weekend away from them, which meant more time to
spend with Jimmy.  Every Saturday that I was free, he would pick me up and
I would spend the day at his house, fine-tuning my learning of the art that
is sex and domination.

After my Saturday of almost getting to fuck Shawn during his ginger-root
experience, I was more eager than ever to learn all I could.  I was
becoming more and more intrigued by the dominance aspect- the whole
Master/Slave scene took a deep root in my imagination and fantasies during
my private jack-off sessions.  I would always imagine that I was inflicting
pain on someone, and they couldn't get away because I was in complete
control of every action.  That was the best part of it all: the power of
control.

On the drive to my third visit with Jimmy, he explained that he'd outlined
a plan for teaching me all that he knew.  Since we'd already covered
fisting, whipping, some pain and edging with Shawn, my third visit was to
consist of a different submissive type.  His name was Fred, age
fifty-seven, and was into armpits, gym scenes, and had an insatiable need
for everything to do with piss.  He also made me drink as much water as my
stomach could handle on the drive back to his house.  "Now," Jimmy said
after I'd downed my third bottle of water in less than ten minutes, "no
matter what, you cannot piss it out until we are good and ready to give a
good hosing to Fred."

I nodded, sure I could manage.  How bad could it be?  That feeling didn't
last very long though, because I had to pee really bad before we'd even
reached his house.  He kept telling me to relax, that the more I thought
about it the more intense the feeling would be.  I tried not to think about
it, but the longer I sat, the more bumps it seemed Jimmy ran over, and by
the time we pulled into his driveway I felt like I was going to piss my
pants.  This, I'm sure, would have made some very kinky people VERY happy
to see.

"I guess we'll do the piss first," Jimmy said with a chuckle as we headed
inside, where I was introduced to Rex for the first time.  Rex is Jimmy's
Rottweiler.  He looked like a small bear, in my honest opinion.  I'd never
seen a Rottweiler that was so huge!  It was like he had taken steroids or
something- bulked up, quite muscled.  "He's a big softie though, you don't
need to worry about him," Jimmy added with a wink.  "He loves to cuddle."
I walked over, showed Rex my hand, and was rewarded with a wet kiss on my
palm.  "See, he likes you."

I smiled with satisfaction as we shucked off our clothes and headed to the
basement.  "What's the longest you've ever had a guy's dick locked up so he
couldn't cum?" I wondered as we walked down the stairs.

"My house slave Mark," Jimmy replied.  "I keep him in the attic when he's
not in use, and you will meet him when I feel that you're ready."

I was shocked that I'd been here twice already, and there was someone
living here I didn't know about!  "So how long has it been?"

"The first week I had him, I allowed him to shoot his load as often as he
wanted.  At the end of the week, I locked his dick up, and he hasn't shot a
load since," Jimmy said with a smile.  "That was seven months ago.  He
completed his 90-day trial period, and then agreed to six months.  He still
has two months to go, and I don't think I'm going to permit him to cum
until the last day."

"How does anyone manage to go that long without being able to cum?!" I
exclaimed.  My balls needed emptied at least five times a day, sometimes
more, to be happy.  To not cum for nine months?!  Fuck!

"Oh, he's in a constant state of arousal," Jimmy said.  "I massage his
prostate three times a day for an hour each, let him ooze precum for a
while, and then after he's all horny, I stop.  He's been so horny for so
long that he probably doesn't remember what it's like to cum.  The only
time he's cum since I've owned him is when he has a wet dream."

"What's that?" I asked, still naïve when it came to so much stuff.  He
explained, and I said I'd had one a few nights ago, but didn't tell anyone
because it was cum and I didn't want my mom to freak out.  "At least it has
a name," I laughed.

Jimmy nodded and pointed to poor Fred, who was looking at us with a
pleading facial expression.  He was bound facedown, bent over a knee-high
table.  "Hello, Sir," he said as soon as Jimmy acknowledged his presence.

"This is Alex," Jimmy said, pointing to me.  "He's in training to become a
Master as well.  You will address him with the same respect you show me."

"Yes Sir," Fred said and smiled at me.  "Hello Master Alex, it's a pleasure
to meet you, Sir."

I wasn't quite sure how to respond, as we hadn't had this discussion yet.
"You don't have to say anything," Jimmy said, sensing my hesitation.
"Slaves do not even need to be addressed at all, if you don't feel like it.
They are here for our amusement, and are merely a toy to get our dicks off.
Isn't that right, Fred?"

"Yes Sir," Fred immediately replied.  "Use me however you wish, Master
Jim."

"Are you ready for your piss now?" Jimmy asked me, and I immediately
started prancing.  I had actually forgotten my bladder for a second!  "Go
over there, stroke your dick until you're hard, shove it in his cunt, and
fill him up with your piss.  There is a butt plug on the chair, use it on
him after he's full."

I smiled, anxious to relieve my aching bladder.  By the time I was behind
Fred, my dick was standing at attention.  Jimmy handed me a bottle of KY,
and after I applied a generous amount on my dick, I pressed it against his
sphincter; the intensity of the feelings coursing through my dick were
amazing!  This was a thousand times better than jacking off, and I had only
just started!  "Fill him up," Jimmy said, and I nodded, moaning with
pleasure as the piss started flowing from my dick.  I could feel the warmth
from Fred's ass, as well as the heat from my piss as it pushed back against
my swollen pole.

Jimmy walked over and dangled his own massive dick in front of Fred's face,
who immediately opened his mouth.  He was rewarded with a fresh stream of
hot yellow nectar as Jimmy unloaded his bladder directly down Fred's
throat.  He was being filled at both ends!  "You know the drill," Jimmy
said.  "You spill a drop and your ass will be bleeding from the whipping
you will receive."  Fred only nodded as he swallowed greedily.

Oh God, I wanted to fuck him!  The friction I was feeling on my dick was
too intense!  His hot ass as it engulfed my dick, squeezing reflexively
with every push as I started to fuck him.  Fred was moaning up a storm; I
couldn't tell whether it was from the piss sloshing inside him or my
fucking, but it didn't matter at that point.  His moaning was such a
turn-on, and I kept humping away, making him moan harder and louder.
Before I knew it, I was shooting my cum, emptying my balls deep inside of
him, my sperm mixing with all that hot piss inside him.

"You enjoy that?" Jimmy asked me as I pulled out, and then shoved the butt
plug in Fred as quickly as I could.

"Hell yes," I said with excitement, and watched the plug moving as Fred
constantly flexed his ass muscles, preventing the liquid inside from
escaping.

"This is only Fred's fourth visit here, and I was thinking that we could do
something special for him," Jimmy said as he grinned wickedly.  "He's into
pain, so this should be fun."

Jimmy told me to go fetch him a bucket and rope that was hanging from the
wall.  I did so, and watched as he untied Fred from the table, then led him
to the wall where he chained his wrists to the beams.  "Watch this," he
said as he tied one end of the rope to the bucket handle.  The other end,
he wrapped tightly around Fred's dangling balls.

Fred moaned at the tightness, but there was no pain yet.  That is, until
Jimmy dropped the bucket, which tightened the rope around his balls,
pulling them downward until the bucket stopped just a few inches off the
floor.  The bucket was being suspended by his balls.

I watched as Jimmy picked up a thin tube and reached for Fred's
dick. "What's that for?" I asked.

"It's a catheter," Jimmy said with satisfaction as he slid the tube slowly
into Fred's dick.  I still had no idea what it was for, but it didn't seem
fun for Fred.

"Oh fuck," Fred moaned.  The weight of the bucket pulling on his balls must
be torture.  Jimmy quickly picked up his cat-o-nine tails and the next
thing I knew there were a bunch of angry-looking red slashes across Fred's
abdomen.

"You know why I did that, bitch?" Jimmy demanded of Fred.

"Yes, Sir," Fred replied, teeth clenched.  "I spoke out of turn, Master.  I
apologize for my outburst, Sir.  Please forgive my mistake, Master Jim."

Jimmy smiled and demanded Fred count out the remaining 24 lashes, due to
breaking Rule 4.  Fred was sobbing after the third lash, and was really
straining against his bonds by the punishment was complete.  As the final
lash grated across his swollen, bloodied torso, Fred groaned out, "Thank
you Sir, for beating me!  I sincerely apologize for disobeying your rules,
Master."

"What's the bucket for?" I asked as Fred settled down.

"You'll see," Jimmy said as he held up a bottle of water to Fred's mouth
and commanded he drink it all.  Fred swallowed every drop, then was given
another bottle, and swallowed it down as well.

It wasn't long at all before I finally realized what was going to happen.
After the first few drops spilled out into the bucket from the catheter, I
smiled in satisfaction.  "Awesome!" I said as I kneeled for a closer look,
knowing that the piss inside his stomach from when Jimmy had emptied his
bladder was now being forced out of his bladder, down the catheter tubing
and into the bucket!

"Oh yes," Jimmy agreed.  "He loves pain, so once the bucket starts filling,
his balls are going to hurt something terrible."

"How long do we leave him like this?" I asked.

"As long as we want.  We're in charge," Jimmy reminded me.

I was impressed by Fred's stamina!  No way could I have survived having my
balls in a constant pulling as the bucket slowly started being filled with
piss.  Not to mention he still had his ass plugged full of my piss!  Fred
was constantly begging for mercy, for us to release him, but neither of us
moved because he hadn't said the magic word.

"The safeword is there to protect him," Jimmy explained.  "He can beg and
scream and plead all he wants, because as long as he is tied there unable
to move, in this amount of pain, as long as he doesn't say the safeword,
you know he's secretly enjoying every second of it."

The bucket actually made it halfway full before Fred finally gave in and
screamed the safeword.  Jimmy immediately lifted the bucket up, releasing
the pressure on his balls, and told me to untie it.  His balls were a shade
of purplish black that I've never seen on a person before, and I was sure
there had to be some sort of damage!

"The testicles can withstand a surprising amount of abuse," Jimmy said with
laughter as I expressed my concern.  "As long as there is blood flow, he
will be fine.  Now, if we had tied his balls off completely, that would be
a different story.  And you are nowhere near ready to see a guy being
castrated."

"You've actually done that?" I said with surprise as Fred lay on the floor,
curled up in a ball, nursing his junk.

"Yes, only twice," Jimmy replied.  "If you ever, and I mean EVER are asked
to do such a thing, you need to hire a lawyer, make them sign a contract,
to make sure your ass is covered so the guy can't come back and sue you for
destroying his manhood."

"I would never do that to a guy!" I exclaimed.  "That's ridiculous!"

"You'll be surprised to learn what you can and cannot do," he replied with
laughter as he reached out and pulled Fred to a standing position that
looked extremely painful as his body was stretched.  His hands reached for
his balls, but Jimmy swatted them away.

"Do you want your punishment now or later?" Jimmy asked, meaning the
punishment for breaking Rule 33.

"Now, Sir," Fred said as he tried to stand as straight as possible.

Jimmy looked at me, and asked what I suggested as a suitable punishment.
"I'm not sure, I'm still new at this."

Jimmy shook his head in consternation, then pinched and twisted Fred's
nipples as hard as possible.  "You will receive your punishment during your
next session, once Alex learns all the possibilities."

"Thank you, Sir!" Fred moaned as his cum splattered all over the floor.

"It was my pleasure," Jimmy replied, and the two shook hands.  "Let me know
when you're ready for the next step.  You may go."

Fred agreed, and headed upstairs to get dressed and leave.  "You never took
the butt plug out of his ass!" I said worriedly.

"Don't worry," he replied.  "He'll drive home with it in, and remove it
once he gets home."

"So what's the next step?" I asked.

"He wants me to take him to a gym locker room so he can be forced to sniff
sweaty armpits, then be tied down and have his ass filled with as much jock
piss as he can handle," Jimmy explained.  "And then, with an ass full of
piss, he wants to be forced to do a complete one-hour workout.  Strictly an
endurance test.  He says that if he fails, he will become my house slave
for six months."

"That's one hell of a bet," I said with shock.

"He knows he will fail," he replied.  "But it's all part of the allure of
being a slave.  Ready for our second client of the day?"

I nodded excitedly, and he led me upstairs to the room where Shawn had been
the last time.  Only now, there was a severely overweight guy strapped to a
bed where the stirrups had been last time.  It smelled strongly of piss.

"Alex, meet Keith," Jimmy said.

"He's disgusting!" I said.  "Can I skip this one?"

"No," Jimmy said firmly.  "Even morbidly obese slaves like Keith here need
attention, and you need to learn to understand each person's secret
desires."

"Thank you for noticing me, Sir," Keith said, directing his comment to me.

"You're a sick sack of shit!" I said.  "How could anyone get to be as fat
as you?"  Remember the fact that I was still only thirteen at this point; I
had the cockiness of youth and the way of thinking that everyone should be
beautiful and the rest should be locked away out of sight.  I've matured a
lot since those days.

Keith's face and chest burned crimson as the shame set in.  "Now that's
enough," Jimmy admonished.  "There will be plenty of time for his
humiliation later.  He loves it, by the way, so you probably just made him
really horny."

I shuddered in disgust at the thought of even touching such a disgusting
man.  "Keith is here because he loves being electrocuted.  As you can see,
there is a ring around his dick and balls, which is connected to the
machine by the bed.  There is also a dildo shoved up his ass, which sends
shocks as well, on its own separate current.  The entire system is set to
random, and he's been here since early this morning.  He's been strapped
down the entire time.  Apparently he had a weak bladder," he added, shaking
his head.  "You know what that gets, don't you?"

Keith whimpered, and I took a step closer as Jimmy reach over to a machine
with a few dials on it, and turned the first one all the way to number ten.
Keith started screaming, and finally after an intense thirty seconds, the
dial was returned to normal.  "That dial controls the toy in his ass,"
Jimmy explained.  "Ten is the maximum, and believe me, it's horrible if you
aren't used to it."

Keith was panting, trying to control his breath and get it back to normal.
He screamed again, apparently at some lingering pain.  Jimmy flipped
another switch, and I heard a whirring noise as I looked at the machine.
Jimmy pointed to Keith, who was writhing on the bed.  "This dial controls
his dick," he said with a sadistic smile.  "He fucking loves this more than
he should.  He's a sick, twisted, fat lazy fuck who deserves to be hurt!"
Another moan escaped Keith's trembling lips.  "You fat, ugly fuck!" Jimmy
screamed as he turned the dial up a bit higher.  "You are a worthless,
disgusting slob who doesn't deserve to cum!"

Jimmy motioned for me to join in.  I reiterated what I'd said when I first
saw him.  "You're a sick sack of shit!  How could anyone get to be as fat
as you?"

Keith moaned again, louder this time.  He was clearly enjoying this.  I
continued.  "You fat cow, look at how your tits roll around when you
struggle!  Fuck, your fat rolls are jiggling so much; it's disgusting to
look at.  I bet you can't even get laid, can you?"

Keith moaned a No, and Jimmy urged me on with a thumbs-up sign.  I had no
idea where all these thoughts were coming from in my head, but I was on a
roll.  My dick was slapping against my stomach, I was so horny for this!
"Fuck dude, I bet you can't even see your dick when you stand up from all
the fat that hangs from your stomach!"  Keith moaned again, louder.  "Your
tits are bigger than a girl!  No one will ever want you!"

The fat fuck moaned again, and managed to speak.  "I'm too ugly, Sir!"

Jimmy turned the dial to three, and Keith's dick stood straight up in the
air as I continued.  "You're right, you are so fucking disgusting to look
at, and you could probably live for a year off all that fat hanging from
your body!"

That did it.  He screamed and his cum shot all the way up and over his
head, landed with a splat on the wall behind him.  Jimmy turned the machine
off, and Keith relaxed, his body spent.  "Thank you Sir!" Keith exclaimed
with excitement.

"You're still a fat ugly worthless piece of shit," I said as I reached out
and slapped him hard across the face.

"Thank you, Master," he said as Jimmy unlocked him from the bed.

Jimmy led the way as we exited the room, heading back downstairs to the
living room, where I lay down on the sofa, dick in my hand as Keith exited
the front door.  I was leaking precum like crazy!  "Rex, go give Alex some
attention," Jimmy commanded.

"What?" I said, surprised as the bear-ish Rex lumbered down off the sofa
and padded over to me.  He leaned over, and I swear I could see hunger in
his eyes, afraid he would bite my dick off!  "No, that's disgusting!"

"Lay back," Jimmy said, "and enjoy it.  You'll be an instant fan."

I did as I was told, spreading my legs a bit.  Rex's doggie tongue
immediately darted out, licking my balls.  Oh my God!  That felt so amazing
that I couldn't help but moan.  His tongue slid up my dick, and I was in
absolute heaven.  I spread my legs farther, and he buried his tongue under
my balls deep into my crack.  When its hot wet roughness touched my hole, I
screamed with pleasure, writhing against the sofa.  "More!" I yelled.

Rex was tonguing every part of my exposed dick, balls and hole, and it felt
like I couldn't get enough!  Jimmy knelt down beside me, leaned over and we
were immediately kissing.  I'd never been kissed before, and it was such an
erotic moment!  Then I felt my nipples being twisted, and screamed into
Jimmy's mouth.  He laughed, and said, "This is only the beginning."  He
pinched my already-sore nipples, but instead of them hurting like I thought
they should, it only made my dick tingle and get harder!  It was like my
nipples were connected to my genitals!

The combined tongue-bath from Rex, and Jimmy's kissing and nipple twisting
immediately had me shooting my cum all over my torso.  Rex instantly licked
up every last drop until my skin was as clean and shiny as if I'd just had
a bath with soap and water.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed.  "I could get used to that!"

"For being a top who wants to have his way with someone, you sure do enjoy
being on the receiving end of being pleasured," Jimmy said with a laugh.
"Are you sure you don't want me to fuck you?"

I stared at him for a moment, smiling.  "I do get hard thinking about how
that guy used me and made me have sex with him, but I really want to be in
control of someone."

"I think we can come up with a plan where you get the ultimate pleasure
from your experiences," he said with a wink.  I asked what he had in mind,
but he wouldn't tell me anything other than that all would be revealed in
due time.  Then I asked him why Keith's session was so short.  It had
lasted barely ten minutes, and I had thought a session was supposed to last
quite a while.  "That's where you're wrong," he replied with a wink.  "A
session can be as long or as short as I want.  Keith absolutely craves
being humiliated and electrocuted, but the moment he shoots his load, he's
finished and doesn't like it anymore."

"But you're in charge," I said, pointing out his flawed logic.  "You are
the one who says when the session is over, not him."

"Where he is concerned, his wishes are the only time I will concede my
power to someone else," he explained with a shrug.  "When I first started
getting into this, the entire BDSM scene, it was Keith who helped fund my
needs.  He bought all my equipment, helped me get some clients.  His only
condition was that, when I was using him, as soon as he empties his balls,
the session is over."

"But why did he do that for you?  Is he someone special to you?" I
wondered.  "To spend all that money just to get you started."

"I'll tell you," Jimmy said with a heavy sigh, "but first you must promise
that you will never ask me about it again.  I will never tell you the
reasons behind what goes on, because it's a personal agreement between
Keith and me."

"I promise," I said, a wide smile on my face.

"He's my father," Jimmy replied, and then immediately shushed me when I
opened my mouth to ask a question.  "You promised," he reminded me.  "No
more talk of the subject."

What could I say or do?  I was stunned by the revelation, and wanted to
know all the details!  My promise, however, prevented that.  Jimmy took me
home shortly after, and promised an equally exciting learning experience
the next time I was available.

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To be continued...

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[3] http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/incest/just-between-family
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