Date: Thu, 20 Oct 2005 22:29:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Trainer, Bobby - Chapter 22

I dreamed of so many parts of the male anatomy and of pain and gentleness
and lust and passion and pleasure and I can't remember what else. It had
been a long wild night.

I woke to Bobby shaking me, "Wake up, boy." I came awake slowly and
groggily. "'Wake up,' I said, boy!" And he tweaked painfully on the head of
my cock.

I opened my eyes and sat up, rubbing my eyes. "Boy, wake up, I need to
piss." I looked at him and he was standing in front of me hold his soft
cock out. I leaned forward in a fog of sleep and opened my mouth. He pissed
and filled my mouth and I struggled to swallow it all. By the time he
finished I was awake and needed to go myself. I stood up and started
looking for the bottle.

He figured out what I was looking for and said, "No bottles while you are
here. You are to use the backyard. Let's go." I reached for some shorts,
"No one told you to get dressed." He swatted me on the ass and not in a
playful way.

He opened the door and led the way, he had slipped on some shorts and I
followed naked and hard. Each person we met, looked at my hard cock and
then at my face. And damn it, if I didn't blush each time, from the
humiliation of being seen this way. There were two guys I hadn't seen
before and one of them reached over and squeezed my cock as I walked by
making me get even redder.

I had thought I would be over that, with all that went on, but I wasn't. It
was not as intense, but it still was happening.

When we got down stairs there were a couple of the guys in the
kitchen. Bobby said good morning to them and then opened the back door and
led me outside. He pointed to the lawn and told me to piss there. I took
hold of my hard cock and tried to point it down and get relaxed enough to
piss.

"No! No hands and you have to be on your hands and knees, like a dog and
piss." I could tell Bobby wasn't joking. I got down on my hands and knees
and looked around as I did it. Several of the guys were standing at the
back door watching and I saw someone in the windows. I blushed as I knelt
there trying to get the piss going with all those people watching me.

After a minute and nothing had happened, I looked up at Bobby. He smiled
and said, "We have all day. We will wait until you go. And if you want, I
can call over not only the other guys to watch you, but the neighbors as
well." I panicked and tried to force the piss out as I heard a couple of
the guys walking over.

I really had to go; I just had to relax enough to do it. Thinking about it
or trying not to think about it wasn't helping. I just had to relax and
go. Finally, I shut my eyes and concentrated and a trickle began to flow
out of my still hard cock. I heard applause and that made me blush, but I
was already going, so it didn't stop. I started pissing then, really
pissing. I was so hard, that it was pissing right below my face. As I
pissed, my cock softened a bit and the flow pointed more to the area in
front of my chest.

Finally, I was finished and Bobby told me I could stand up. I was blushing
when I looked at the other guys standing around. Three guys with at least
clothes on were standing there, and I was standing there naked.

"Follow me," Bobby said, and led me into the house. There were guys
standing around, some naked and some with shorts on. My head was getting
whiplash looking around at all the hot guys. Bobby reached over and twisted
my left nipple wickedly. I yelped. "Pay attention!"

"Fix me breakfast, boy." He looked at me in the eyes, judging my reaction.

"Yes, Sir."

"Good, now fix me 3 eggs over medium, some Canadian bacon, toast with
butter and jam and a cup of black coffee." He started to walk out. "I'll be
waiting in the sunroom for it."

I am a good cook; I just had to find all the stuff in the kitchen. All the
time naked and hard as I opened cabinets and the fridge. Guys would come by
and smack my ass or tweak a nipple or pull my cock down and release it. All
of which only made me hotter and hornier. I hadn't cooked with a hard on
before and was worried I was going to burn it or drop something on it.

But I managed a great set of eggs, Canadian bacon, toast and coffee. I put
it on a tray with silverware and a napkin and went off to look for the
sunroom. I found it and Bobby there. There was Seth and Kevin as well and
two other guys, I think Rob and Jase. I was going to have to get their
names down. Everyone was at least in shorts, except Jase, who sat at the
foot of Rob and was naked and hard.

I sat the tray down on the table in front of Bobby. He folded his newspaper
and looked it over. "Good job, boy." I beamed inwardly. I liked getting
praise from him. "Now I just need some cream for my coffee." I started to
turn and go back to the kitchen. "No, boy, your cream."

He took his plate, the napkins and a fork and sat back. I blushed and felt
that old sting of humiliation and shame, but that was not going to stop
me. I would do what he asked. I stood there and grabbed my cock and started
stroking. I was aware of the other guys in the room watching me, but I kept
it up for Bobby. I wanted to please him. I was reminded of all the stuff
that had gone on last night and I began to get very hot and wanted to fist
my cock harder and faster.

Under my breath, just barely audible, I started saying, "Let me cum,
Sir. For you, Sir." And moments after that, knew it was going to happen. I
got his coffee cup up and shot load after load into it. My whole body was
shaking as I did this for him and in front of the other guys.

"Very good boy." He sipped the coffee and nodded. I was proud again. "Now
go clean up the mess you made in the kitchen and come back here for my
dishes." I left him then and headed back to the kitchen.

While I cleaned up the dishes, I thought back on that experience. I was
trusting him more and doing for him more without hesitation. It felt good;
it was beginning to really feel good to do something for him that gave him
pleasure.

Again, I had that momentary wondering of what my life was going to be like
now that I had made this decision. Here were men who knew a lot about me,
knew I liked men, knew I liked to be humiliated, and that I was beginning
to like pain, and that I liked doing things for Bobby, that I liked being
controlled by him. It was amazing that I was able to think that, without
getting all nervous and worried.

I finished up and headed back to Bobby. When I got there, he was just
finishing up. It had some egg, bacon and toast left on it. He sat it on the
floor next to his chair. "You may eat now." There were still guys in the
room and as I knelt I looked at them and saw some of them smile. But I
knelt down and put my face into the plate and ate the remainder of his food
from his plate. I had gotten soft working in the kitchen, but was getting
rock hard again.

It had to be from the humiliation of the situation. I licked the plate
clean and started to rise up. Bobby told me to stay, like you would tell a
dog to stay. I stayed on all fours. And I felt him rubbing something on my
hole. Then I felt him begin to slide something in. My cock started dripping
immediately. He moved away and I could feel something on the backs of my
legs. I wanted to turn and look.

He of course, knew this because he said, "Now you ARE a good dog!" He
reached back and held it out for me to see. It was a tail! I blushed
crimson and put my head down. Then he brought a collar over and put it
around my neck. "This is the collar that I have had since Uncle put it on
me." He buckled it around my neck. Then he attached a leash and lead me
around the room a bit, showing off his dog.

Everyone there smiled and one guy laughed. I was red and staying red and
hard. The plug moved in my ass and kept massaging my prostate making me
wilder and crazier. Finally, Bobby, told me to stand, but left the plug in
my ass. "Now take the plate into the kitchen and clean up. Then come up to
our room."

I picked up the plate and went into the kitchen, very conscious of the
thing in my ass and how the hair kept tickling the back of my thighs. I
cleaned the plate and silverware, dried them and put them away. My ass kept
clinching on the plug in my ass as I moved.

Climbing the stairs with it in, was extremely erotic, it invaded me with
each step up I took and then raised the next foot. I was dripping by the
time I got to our room. Bobby was sitting at the chair by the computer. He
looked up as I came in.

"You look so hot! And you did well down there. I want to work with you a
bit more today and if all goes well, I will give you a reward this
afternoon." He turned the chair around and faced me. "Come here and bend
over." I did as I was told and spread my cheeks when he instructed. He
worked the plug out of my ass and it felt good and bad when he removed
it. Good to not have a tail in my ass and bad because it felt empty without
it and my prostate was no longer being stimulated.

"Now go over there and sit back on the bed." I did as I was told. Bobby got
up and walked over to me. He handed me a tube of something. "This is Ben
Gay - ultra strength." I had heard something about some guys putting this
in a guys jock and was worried where this was going. "This time we will use
just a little and not put it on your hole or your piss slit or balls. I
want you to take a dab of it and put it on your right nipple and around
it. Then apply another dab to the other nipple. Then the same amount around
that skin just below the head of your cock. It is going to hurt and it will
last about 30 minutes and there is nothing you can do to change that. "

I felt a wave of panic, but wanted to please him.

"Now you were restrained last night and things were done to you that you
had no control over. I want you to do it for me and I want you to know that
you still have no control.

That scared me shitless. I took the cap off of the tube and squeezed out a
dab. I look to Bobby to see if I had enough, he nodded. I rubbed it around
and on my nipple as he had instructed. Then I did the same for the other
one. I felt a little heat and tingling, but it wasn't too bad. I took
another dab, looked at Bobby and spread it on the skin just below the head
of my rigid cock head.

OH, shit! My cock was on fire! Fuck it burned! I wanted to cry out in pain,
but bit it back, but tears streamed down my face. I was looking at
Bobby. He wasn't smiling, hw was watching me. My cock had shriveled up and
I couldn't get the pain to go away. It fucking burned!!!

I was dying. I tried to roll the skin up on my cock and the pain was more
intense. So I stretched out my cock trying to cool it down with air. That
didn't help either. I was sobbing from the pain. It was worse than I could
imagine anything else.

Worse than what had happened before. And I had done it to myself! OH Fuck!
would it ever stop. Bobby spoke then. "Go, sit at the computer and write
what you are feeling. Put it down for me. I want you to know that I an with
you on this. You have made me proud, but you have to get through this." I
looked and saw that he was hard and dripping watching me.

I was giving him my pain and it made me happy. For one moment, I thought I
might have displeased him and this was some kind of punishment.

I gingerly moved to the computer and began to type. I filled in the first
terrible minutes and wrote through the racking pain that seared my cock. My
nipples were a bit warm and tingling, but I could only focus on my burning
cock. I did this to myself because he asked me to. I trusted him and I did
it to please him. But fuck! this is killing me.

At five minutes the fire still raged through my cock. I couldn't move. The
time crept by.

Ten minutes and still it burned and seared my cock. Tears continued to
stream down my face. I looked over to Bobby and he was still hard and
dripping, watching me suffer. Again I thought that I was giving him
pleasure with my pain.

Would he ask me to this again? He had mentioned this time, when he was
talking about it and SHIT FUCK my cock was still on fire!

15 minutes and it still seared and I could only sit there and endure. I was
sure I would never be hard again. And at that point I didn't care, I just
wanted the pain to stop!

20 minutes and it continued on. I tried going to that place I go to in the
Sierra, but my mind was seared and my cock was the focus of every thought.

25 minutes and I could touch my cock. My whole body was trembling with the
over stimulation. I gingerly touched my cock and the removed my hand. It
was subsiding, but still there.

At 30 minutes, I could hold it and look for permanent damage. I didn't see
any. My nipples only tingled a bit. I looked over at Bobby with my tear
stained face. He was rock hard and hadn't touched it yet.

"You were beautiful. You got me so hot and turned on. Are you okay now?"

"Sir, that hurt so fucking much!"

"I know boy, but you will do it again. And imagine what it will be like if
I put it on your hole? or on the piss slit of your cock?" My hole spasmed
at the thought and my cock shriveled more and I wanted to hide it with my
hands.

"I warned you it would hurt and there was nothing you would be able to do,
but that you would get through it." That was beautiful and you did it for
me and got me so hard!"

I wiped the tears from my face. I wanted to be hugged by him and to be
kissed by him, comforted by him, but he rose from the bed and walked over.

"Pull up your journal and fill in everything that happened to you
yesterday. That should take you a while. When you are finished, come and
find me." he opened the door and left following his hard on down the hall.

I turned back to the computer and opened my journal and began to type and
remember yesterday. It took at least an hour and I had to go back to
sections and add things as I thought of them. I had done so much and was
given so much.

When I got to the part where I got to fuck Bobby, I began to get hard. I
had thought I would never get hard again. I wrote and wrote and finally got
to the Ben Gay and copied in what I had written during it.

My mind whirled with everything that had happened. A new family, a house, a
room with Bobby, everything was wild and crazy; I had a difficult time
putting it all together in my mind.

Again the thought, what did this mean about me and my life from this point
on? I was going to have to talk with Bobby.

I saved the journal and went off to find Bobby. I was hard, but knew that I
wasn't supposed to jerk off without his permission

I would go with my head and cock held high and look for Bobby. I found him
in the library with several others of the brothers. "There he is now! My
boy who minds and endures pain for his master!"

I blushed under the eyes of the brothers, the hard on and the story
embarrassing me. Bobby patted the seat next to him. I sat down next to
him. He was hard (still?). He turned to me, "Lie back."

I thought he meant in the sofa, but he was pushing me on my back on the
seat of the sofa. Once I was on my back he raised my legs up and placed
them on his shoulders. I felt him apply lube to my ass and knew what was
coming.

I wanted him to fuck me so bad, but to do it here in front of these guys, I
still wasn't comfortable with that. I had closed my eyes. "Open your eyes!"
I did and he leaned in and I felt the head of his cock at my hole and knew
what was next.

I still gasped as he pushed in. But he didn't stop, he continued to slide
in. It felt so wonderful! I was focused on his face, when I heard, "Fuck
his ass!"

I blushed but my cock surged and swelled an I clinched down on Bobby's dick
in my ass. He moaned and pushed deeper into me. The guys came and stood
around and watched as he worked on my ass in slow deep strokes.

I reached for my cock, "NO! and don't cum either!" Bobby said as he speeded
up in my ass. He was eager to fuck me and get off, I could tell by the
intensity of his speed, position and the look on his face.

He was not doing this for me, I could tell. This was for him, to get him
off. I was just being used for his pleasure. I reached back through my
spread legs and gripped his butt and began to pull him on to me, urging him
on, deeper and faster. "Yeah, fuck that boy!" My cock dripped with the
humiliation again. But I was doing this for him, not for them. But Bobby
picked up his speed and changed his position going deeper and faster.

Then I could tell by the face he made and the ARGH! that escapes his lips
that he was cumming. He rammed in deep and I felt the heat of his cum as he
shot into my ass. He pumped in and out in short strokes as he pumped his
load into my ass.

When he was finished, he slowly pulled out of me and then sat back. He let
down my legs and look over at me. "Boy, jack off for us." I had done that
earlier for him and the group when I had made him cream for his coffee. But
this felt different.

The guys standing around started saying things like, "Come on Davey, show
us how you jerk off. What gives you pleasure? Come on show us how much you
enjoyed getting fucked up the ass. Show us how you give yourself pleasure."
Then I heard someone else say, "Hey guys, Davey's jacking off in the
sitting room, you have to see this."

I was looking at Bobby while I stroked my cock. I got crimson with
embarrassment and humiliation, but kept stroking. It was turning me on to
have these guys watching and humiliating me. "Look at this guy, he gets off
on being fucked." I looked around and everyone there was dressed except
me. Bobby had even slipped on some shorts.

"This guy gets off on this. Look at him pounding his cock." I heard, and a
tear rolled down my face. "Fucking guy must really like getting it up his
ass, he is really turned on, look at him pounding his cock!"

It did get me hot, but I was ashamed of doing this in front of these
guys. I heard them call out again, "Hey guys, you have to see this guy
jerking off in here."

"Show us how you come, Davey."

I wanted to cum. I wanted to shoot.

"Pound that thing."

"Shot for us, show us how you cum." More guys had entered the room. I was
flushed with emotions, embarrassment, humiliation and shame. But I wanted
to do this.

"Come on, the guys want to see you cum."

"Show us how you make yourself cum"

I was so close, I wanted to cum. I didn't want to cum in front of these
guys. I did want to cum. Oh Fuck! I was going to cum!

"Come on shoot for us, Davey."

And I did. I felt my balls draw up and my legs tighten and toes curl and
then it was there, going over the edge. And I shot and shot, up into the
air and over my shoulder. And I kept pumping to their comments.

"Fuck, the guy is turned on by this. He loves getting fucked and letting
guys watch him jerk off."

I kept stroking and kept shooting. When I was done, I heard, "Now eat your
cum. Show us how much you really enjoyed it."

Red washed over me again as I reached over and scooped up some of my cum
and brought it to my mouth. I licked my fingers clean, again and again.

"Man, look how low ... he not only jacks off for a group of guys, but eats
his own cum."

My cock was still hard and I felt shame again.

That's when Bobby leaned over and said, "Did that fulfill a fantasy for
you?" I was so surprised. How could he know that about me.

"It's okay, I figured you for one of those guys. Hell, I even got off on
the same fantasy." He pulled me up from the sofa and several of the guys
there patted me on the shoulder.

"Let's go, we have to get our run in." He led me over to a closet near the
door and handed me a sweaty pair of shorts and a jock. "Here put these on."
I slid them on and wondered who's cock and balls had sweated in them last.

He gave me a pair of trainers and some sweaty smelling socks to put
on. When I had them on, Bobby was ready to go. He led me out of the house
and started an easy jog along the street towards the university.

Once again, I felt his cum running down me legs as I ran. After a bit of
warm up, he began to push harder and harder, making me work to keep up with
him. Soon I was in the zone watching his back muscles, ass and legs work
and move.

When he began to slow down, I noticed we were at the state park again. He
slowed and began to walk it off while I walked and worked to get my
breathing under control. He continued to push me and I thought I had to be
getting in better shape every week, but he kept pushing me harder and
harder every day.

He walked into the forest for a bit and came to a clearing. He looked at me
and said, "Strip!" I didn't look around at all. I looked at him and kicked
off my trainers and then pushed my shorts and jock down to my ankles and
stood up.

"Very good, boy. You are learning. Now I want you to learn the proper
positions to show respect and my complete control over you. When you are
standing, you feet should be 18-20 inches apart, with your hands behind
your back and looking down at my feet, if I am standing in front of you."

I moved into the position, my cock swelling as I reviewed "under his
control" in my mind.

"Good boy, but you forgot to show respect by acknowledging my instructions,
with 'Yes, Sir.' You will be punished for that later."

He looked me over. The other position is on your knees, hands behind your
back and head bowed. Assume that position."

"Yes, Sir." And I moved to get into the position.

"Spread your knees farther apart."

"Yes, Sir," I said as I wiggled my knees farther apart.

"Good," I could see his shadow move and then felt his hands around my
balls. He gripped them lightly and then began to apply pressure. They began
to ache. He continued to apply pressure and I began to moan as the ache
spread up my groin to my stomach.

It felt like he was crushing them. He held them tighter and tighter and I
felt the pain rising again and my stomach knotted and nausea swept over me.

Then he released them and the ache moved up and down again.

He said, "Let it wash over you, boy," and it did.

He kept me in that position for a while with nothing happening. Then I felt
warmth on my back. He was pissing on me. Marking me. This was how it had
all started.

He finished pissing and then nothing happened for a long time. Then he
said, "Stand up boy."

"Yes, Sir," and I slowly stood, piss running down my back as I struggled to
get the cramps out of my body that kneeling for so long had caused, plus
not moving after running.

I stood and assumed the position. He walked around me looking me
over. "Davey boy, is there anything that you would not let me do to you?"

"No, Sir." and I meant it.

"Good boy, but I don't want you to do something stupid if someone tells you
to. You are still a man and not a slave. I expect you to obey me with every
request I give you, without hesitation, but not if it will cause you
permanent harm. But understand, I am not going to ask you to do that? Do
you understand?"

"Yes, Sir." I was thinking about it.

"Do you trust me, boy?"  "Yes, Sir."

"Now boy, I know a lot about you. You have shared quite a bit about
yourself over the last several days, things you probably don't know you
have shared, like the fantasy to be made to jack off in front of a group of
men.

"I want to know everything about you. I want to know your deepest darkest
secrets. Stuff you have never told anyone else.

"I want to know that, and I want to know about your family and friends. How
you were raised, and everything that makes Davey boy, Davey. Do you
understand?"

"Yes, Sir." I thought for a minute and began with my family and how I was
raised, that was easiest. I talked for twenty to thirty minutes on that.

Then I got to things I had never told anyone, things so dark they made me
cry to tell him. Things I was afraid to admit. Some things I thought I had
buried, but they weren't that deep, it turned out. I knew I was disgusting
him with the information.

We had moved to a rock and he had me sitting next to him. I told him
everything I could about what I had ever thought about regarding sex and
men and women and stuff that he has said that I don't have to record in my
journal. They are between him and me.

I cried off and on through it. At one point he said something ... using
something I had said, and it tore at me. I felt ripped apart, but I had
given it to him, he could use it however he wanted. It felt good after a
bit to have gotten it out there. I knew he would be disgusted.

"Davey boy, thank you, that was great. You did well," I was still crying a
bit. "Why are you crying now?"

"That had to disgust you, Sir. Those are terrible things and things I have
never shared with anyone."

"Hey, they aren't bad. I am not disgusted. I don't have a boy that would
disgust me. They are just the things that make you, you. And I happen to
like the you that is you. That is why I have accepted you as my boy."

That made me feel much better. I wiped my eyes and looked at him. He had
his smile on and I really wanted to lean in and kiss him. But I couldn't do
that. Not without his permission.

"Okay, let's go." He stood up, grabbed my clothes and headed off into the
woods. I followed along.

WE walked along and I was thinking of all he just discussed. It had felt
good to have been able to tell someone all the things that I had held in my
mind and not have them judge me.

He stopped and I looked up and saw that we were on the jogging path. I had
a moment of panic, but let it wash away and looked at Bobby, as I stood a
bit straighter.

He looked at my crotch and I realized I wasn't hard. He smiled and said,
"Very good, boy. Here are your clothes." He handed them to me and I put
them on in a normal manner as if I were in our room at the house.

He was smiling when I finished dressing and looked up. Then he started out
running, slowly at first, but then beginning to push it. He didn't push it
as hard as he had on the way here, but he made me work.

Sweat was pouring off of me by the time we began to slow down by the
house. He stopped a couple of blocks away and walked back. He could still
talk, but I was out of breath. I mean I had kept up with him but I was not
able to talk at the moment.

"You okay with the house, Uncle and the brothers and me?" He stopped and
looked at me.

"Yes, your Uncle is quite the character. I would have never figured him for
the head of a clan like this. He seemed like a pompous person the couple of
times I had anything to do with him. But the more I see of him, he seems
like an okay guy."

Bobby laughed, "Oh, he is. But he loves to control and dominate men. He
knows how to get to their very being and seems to always know what a man is
craving. I have seen Uncle dominate some of the strongest men I have ever
known. Men who dominate other men. He finds out what it is that they need
and uses it to control them.

"Now that makes him sounds like a nasty, evil man. But he isn't. He just
has this need to control guys. He taught me how much I wanted to be
controlled. And after he had controlled me and I submitted to him, he found
I like to dominate men as well. So he taught me much of what he does.

"I can't figure out which I prefer more, submitting or dominating
someone. It has been so tremendous with you. You have pleased me and have
grown so much in the last couple of days.

"Do you think you will feel comfortable dominating a man?" We had started
walking towards the house again. I thought about that for a bit before
answering.

"Sir, I don't know. When I was directing you that one time, it was really
hot and I enjoyed it. But I really like doing things for you to give you
pleasure. Whether it is obeying you or giving you pleasure from my pain."

"Okay, we can talk about that later and keep us the way we are." We were at
the house. I really saw how large it was. This is where I live now. Bobby
opened the door and waited while I stripped before closing the door. Then
we went up to our room. OUR room.

Back in the room, Bobby took off his shoes and socks and then pushed the
shorts down and off. I loved looking at his naked body. "Okay, time to get
cleaned up ... and you stink again!"

There was a bathroom off of our room and it had a huge walk-in shower with
glass doors and a bench inside. "You will clean me and then you can clean
yourself."

It was a now familiar routine, but the space in this shower gave us more
room. I started at the top and worked my way down. I loved the feel of his
thick hair and shampooing it first. Then with soap and a washcloth, started
washing his face, ears, chin and neck. I marveled again at his broad
shoulders and the muscles in his back and how they tapered to his narrow
waist. It never got boring washing him. And after last night, I knew his
body much more intimately.

So I washed him well, from top to bottom and I enjoyed the feel of washing
his cock and his balls. His pubic hair was a contrast to my nude
crotch. And I liked to feel the wiry hairs there.

I finished him up and rinsed him well. Then turned off the water, so I
could dry him. The towels were thick and rich and it felt good using them
on him, drying every nook and cranny.

When I was finished he went off to the bedroom after instructing me to get
myself cleaned up.

I showered and washed everything well. My butt was a bit sore and my left
nipple seemed a bit tender. My cock, I washed it and remembered the
burning, searing pain of the Ben Gay. And realized I would do it again for
him. Boy, was I fucked up, but in a good way!

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Have fun

harry