Date: Fri, 25 Jan 2008 19:51:17 -0800 (PST)
From: Randy Collins <domdad951@yahoo.com>
Subject: Training Brad Pt 2

Thank you for all the positive responses to part 1! To answer the
majority of your questions in bulk, yes these are true stories and yes, I
still keep in touch with Brad ( many of the guys I have..trained keep in
touch with me ).

     Once Brad had repeated everything we had agreeded upon through
emails, the next step was to get him from an environment he was
comfortable in ( his car ) into his new world of the unknown.

     "Ok boy, slide over"  I said to Brad as I let his balls drop out of
my palm.

     He looked up at me with a very confused look in his eyes.  Like he
understood my command but couldn't figure out how to exicute it.  I guess
having a stranger expose his package for the first time was a bit much
for the boy.

     "Get your ass into the passenger seat NOW boy or I will drag you out
of the car and set your ass in the seat myself!" I demanded as Brad's
lightbulb finally came on. He lifted his ass out of his bucket seat, over
the gear shift and into the passenger seat.  I had to chuckle to myself,
he looked like a little boy who just got caught doing something stupid.
     I leaned back out of his window and opened the door, easing myself
into the drivers seat - in more ways than one!

     "What are you going to do to with me?" he asked quite childlike.
     Looking straight ahead I repled "Whatever the hell I want boy."
That had the desired effect on him, it shut him up for the couple mile
drive to my house.

     As we pulled into my driveway I instructed him "We are heading
straight into the house and upstairs. Once there you are to stand at
attention. Got it boy?"  Yes Sir was his quiet reply.

     Now anyone who has trained as many guys as I have knows that this is
the point that Brad could have changed his straight little mind so once
in the door a good trainer has to act fast.

     "Upstairs" was all I said as I closed and locked the front door
behind us. As he rounded the corner into the living room he froze and as
I walked past him I noted how wide his eyes were.  What he spotted was 2
ropes hanging from hooks in the ceiling, each with a handcuff on the
end.  Still in a little initial shock I placed my hand on his back and
moved him into position between the ropes that would be his home for the
next 20 plus hours.  I lifted his right arm up and secured his wrist in
the cuff as he just staired.  I moved to his left wrist and repeated the
operation.

     I know this sounds like something you read in a story, but I did
take a step back and admired the scene in front of me. Brad looked like
the letter "T" arms parallel with the floor. This young goodlooking
sailor looking a bit dazed and having no clue as to what was going to
happen to him next.

     I walked up in front of him, out bodies lightly touching each
others, my face a quarter inch from his.  I pried my right hand in
between our bodies and again cupped his cock and balls. I waited untill
he locked his eyes into mine and said, " I promised you a good blowjob,
didn't I boy?"

     "Yes sir" was his reply

     "What am I holding onto boy?" I asked as I gave his balls a light
squeeze.

     " My ....errrr YOUR balls sir" he corrected himself.

     "Good boy" is said as I made my hand pulse his nut sack, " Let's see
what we have to work with here".

     As any good trainer knows, this is the point that even the cockiest
of straight boys begin the process of becoming sluts for real men.  The
rule of thumb is that the longer you take to strip a guy, the quicker he
is offering his mouth and ass.  It took 3 hours to strip Brad naked.

     I started with Brad's shaved head, rubbing buth my hands over the
stubble, all the time keeping my face close to his, looking for that
reaction that tells a Master that he has found a "spot"

     I worked my hands to his ears as I slowly felt and rubbed them,
noting that Brad closed his eyes and tilted his head back a bit as I did.
BINGO, spot #1 !

     I worked down to his outstretched arms, one at a time.  I used two
hands on each one feeling from his fingertips up to his firm muscle. I
took special care to suck on each finger and lick each gun.

     I ran my hand over his tee shirt covered shoulders remembering how
straight the looked even without being T'd as he was.

     I ran my fingers over his lips before I moved down to his upper
torso, running my hands from his armpits to his waste.  I stepped around
behind him and did the same with his back.  I returned to his front and
felt the tightness of his stomach.  I moved up and up untill I was able
to put his pecs in my palms and rubbed him hard.  Again he closed his
eyes and I was onto spot #2.  I flicked each nipple through his tee shirt
and then began to rum them between my fingers.

     His breathing was becoming deep and I stated the fact "You like this
don't you boy" as I gave his nipples a little extra pinch.

     "Oh Fuck....." was all me could muster.

     "Boy, you have to learn to address me as sir" I said as I moved
away.  His eyes followed me as I picked up my duffle bag-o-goodies I had
prepared prior to picking Brad up.  His eyes went wide when I pulled out
the ping-pong paddle.  His eyes followed me back to him as I walked up to
hias side.

     "You will address me as Sir or Master at all times. Each time you
forget you will be punished, more severly each time.  Do you understand
boy?"

     "Yes Sir" he said determined to remember.

     "I promised you that I would not fuck your ass, and I also promised
you that you would be punished if necessary.  I think 5 swats per cheek
is in order for starters"

     In my opinion, there is no better sound than a paddle slapping up
against thinly covered ass cheeks. I had Brad sweating just enough that I
was sure there was a fine layer of moisture on that fine ass of his and
that adds additional crack in the air, sting as well as redness.

     "Count 'em off boy" I said as I took my first swing.

     SNAP  "One" he said
     SNAP " Two" he said

     Around #7 he began to twist his body with each contact. At the
completition of 10 I knelt beside him and lightly rubbed his ass through
his shorts.  The temptation was to rip those damn shorts off and have
some fun with his ass, but after years of this, I know the reward would
be far greater if I held off.

     "What did you learn boy?" I asked while still rubbing his cheeks.

     "To always refer to you as Sir" he said rather rappidly.

     "Correct boy, so when you were counting, why did you not call me Sir
or Master?"

     I could tell he was crushed, "I am sorry sir, it won't happen again"
he said.

     " I know it won't happen again boy, 15 more"

     Brad is one tough guy, his eyes were red when I was done, but there
were no tears running down his face.  I did notice the beginnings of a
little bigger tent in his shorts though!

     Back to his slow strip, I started in at his feet.  I moved both of
my hands on each let feeling the muscles in his lower legs and up.  I let
his cock alone as I stood up and faced him close again.  I walked back to
my duffel bag and too out a pocket knife. I walked back over to Brad,
pulled his tee shirt from his chest and sliced it from the neck to the
bottom hem.

     I mentioned in charter 1 that while Brad wasn't "gym buff", he was
very tight and in great shape. I started in again from his shoulders to
his belly button using my very talented tongue, making his nipples hard
as stone again.

     I pulled off a nipple and to his surprise pulled his shorts down in
one motion, ordering him to kick them off and out of the way. As I had
suspected he was hard, a fact his jock could not hide.

     "Looks like you could use that blow job now boy" I taunted.

      Turning red in the face, he replied "Yes Sir".

     "Naw, don't think it's time yet boy" I said.

     Wanting to get a look at his fine jock covered ass, I stood behind
him and ran my hands over the recently reddened ass.  I got to my knees
and began licking each cheek that was buldging out from the straps of his
jock.  I reached around and for the third time in a few hours cupped his
jock covered balls. After working his balls with my hand and applying my
tongue to his ass cheeks I stood up and said, " I think its time I had a
look behind that jock."

     Not expecting a reply I moved around to his front again and pulled
his jock pouch aside letting his balls fall out and hang. I also pulled
his jock down enough so the tip of his hard cock was visible over the
wide waste band.

     "Not bad boy" I said as I lightly slapped his hanging balls back and
fourth.  I was a little disappointed that they were hairless, saving him
the humiliation of having me shave them, but I was sure there was some
pubic hair above them that I had not yet uncovered.

     I pulled up a chair right in front of him and played with his balls
for 10 or 15 minutes untill he was leaking large amounts of his pre-com
into his jock.  I could have simply pulled his jock down, but it was more
important I reinforce the fact that I am incharge, so I grabbed my knife
again and cut the jock away.

     So here is this magnificent poor little straight sailor who only
wanted a blowjob.  In the past 4 hours, he had been felt up by a man,
strung up, spanked, stripped, felt up and licked pretty much all over,
and was hanging there with 7 1/2 inches of leaking cock standing straight
out!

     "It looks like you could use some relief about now boy" I said as I
stood in front of him taking in the innocence and beauty.

     "Yes Sir, Please" he panted.

     I grabbed his balls again and told him, "They seem kind of full, but
I am not sure they are full enough. But don't worry, I have an idea"


end of part 2