Date: Mon, 14 Jun 2004 19:40:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Johnson <specialemailus@yahoo.com>
Subject: Training of Slave Bob pt 14 (gay/auth)

With that they were gone. I didn't have much to do; I
already had my orders and Master had all the tools in
his dungeon, and I didn't need to pack anything. I
would be wearing everything I needed for the weekend.

I decided I needed to get to sleep early, as I my body
would be driven to exhaustion this weekend. So I took
a couple shots of whiskey and smoked some pot to make
myself tired. I put in my plug, harnessed my balls,
and set my cuffs to wake me at 6AM, in time to get
ready and get to Penn Station for my 8:20 train.

I was anxious with anticipation, but soon drifted off,
waiting for the morning to arrive and all the long
weekend would bring me
__________________________________________

I was awake before my cuffs released. I had slept on
and off all night, not really able to relax. I was too
anxious. It had only been two weeks since I had met my
Master for the first time. And what an amazing two
weeks it had been. I had finally accepted my situation
and begun to relax into my new role as a totally owned
PussyBoy. Master had used me for his pleasure, had
controlled who else could use me and how, had led me
through activities that totally humiliated me and I
had totally enjoyed the feeling of trying to turn of
control to a Master, as I had always wanted.

When my cuffs finally released, I got up and went to
my computer to check on Master's instructions.

"PussyBoy,
Today you will finally arrive in my dungeon. I know
you have desired to be controlled by a Master for
years. And today you will fully realize that dream.
You have pleased me thus far, and I'm sure you will
continue to do so. Now here are your orders. You will
now piss and prepare your ass, as you always do.
Shower. Shave any remaining hair besides head and
pits. Harness your balls and cock. Wear your tightest
shorts. Wear your running sneakers. Take a permanent
marker and write the word PussyBoy on your chest, in 4
inch letters. Wear a plain white undershirt. Bring
only your ID and debit card. Leave your plug at home.
And try not to think about about the fact that you
have not cum in 5 days. (I knew that would get your
cock hard and make all this more painful.) Now hurry
up and don't be late. I will meet you outside the
station. Goodbye, PussyBoy."

I had my instructions and had no time to waste. I got
in the tub and pissed into my face and mouth. I then
had to take a shit. I had to hover, as Master had
denied me a toilet seat. He had also forbidden toilet
paper, so I had to wipe with my bare hand. I then had
to insert my enemas. I sucked on the nozzle, fucked
myself with it, and then filled my ass with the warm
liquid. I cleared it out and refilled my gut. I filled
myself a second time, to make sure I was clean. I
checked, as Master now required, by fingering myself
and sucking on my fingers to make sure I was clean. I
then stood in the shower and began shaving my face,
arms, and legs, and touching up in my crotch and ass.
When I was totally smooth, I turned on the warm water,
and began to wash myself. I got out and dried, then
harnessed up my cock and and balls. My cock was rock
hard throughout and it made everything painful. My
balls were hanging low, swollen with cum and extremely
sensitive. I then had to focus as I wrote "PussyBoy"
in large, black letters across my chest. I dressed as
Master required, and headed for the train. 

I was embarrassed on the subway on the way to Penn
station. I walked through the station, bought my
ticket and headed for my train, hoping my cock was not
showing (too much-it was clearly outlined when you
focused) or the writing through my t-shirt.  I got on
the train, and sat in a row at the end of a car,
hoping so one would sit next to me. I now had 3 and a
half hours to sit and ponder my situation. Master had
forbidden me from reading anything on the way down. As
long as I had been speaking to Master, he was very
interested in his power to control my thoughts. That's
why he had developed my mantra of "Thank you Sir for
controlling my thoughts and cum." That's why he
ordered me to do activities I didn't enjoy, to show me
the power he had over me. That's why he has me write
these journals. So I had to sit there, my fantasies
and thoughts of what would go on totally controlling
my mind. When someone sat down next to me a half hour
outside Baltimore, I was totally absorbed in thought
and was snapped out of it when he said hello. I must
have been beet red. I could feel the heat in my cheeks
as tried to talk to this man. And I instantly became
aware of the erection that was pulsing, strapped down
against my balls. I was so glad when they finally
called Baltimore, and I was thankful my erection had
subsided enough to let me walk off the train. 

I walked through the long corridor and came to the
main waiting room. I could already see Master's black
BMW, with dark tinted windows, waiting outside the
heavy glass doors. I knew my life was about to change
again. I had little choice, and walked out into the
bright light and walked to the passenger door of the
car. I opened the door and saw Master staring at me.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"PussyBoy" I said in a low voice.

"What was that?"

"PussyBoy" I said, a little louder.

"I still don't understand. Show me your ID." I handed
my license. "It says William Peterson. What did you
say your name was again?"

Feeling shame and not wanting to repeat it, and
figuring I was surrounded by strangers, I said it in a
louder voice. "PussyBoy, Sir!"

"Oh, PussyBoy, that's right. I guess you won't be
needing this for the weekend." He put it in the
armrest. "And your debit card, since it doesn't belong
to PussyBoy." I handed it over as well. "OK, do you
have anything to prove that you are this 'PussyBoy?'"

"Yes Sir."

"Show me, PussyBoy."

I lifted my shirt to show him the writing.

"Good boy. Now take it off and leave it on the floor
of the car." I did so, hoping that no one could see as
I was facing the car. "You've proven you're a
PussyBoy, and I know you're smart, so can you figure
out where a PussyBoy should go in a car."

I immediately closed the front door, and opened the
back and climbed in. As I got in, I noticed Master had
modified the back seat. There was a center console
that lined up with the front arm rest and the back
seat. I sat on the right side. Master pulled away from
the curb, and drove to a parking garage nearby, and
parked in a space.

"OK, PussyBoy. Get naked. [He waited until I was.]
Good Boy. I see you and Kevin did a good job shaving
you. Now sit straddling the middle and slide down
until your legs are up in the air. [I moved until my
cock and ass were totally exposed. Master turned
around, grabbed two lengths of cloth and tied each
calf to a headrest, pulling me further forward until
my ass was squeezed between the two seat-backs.] Good
Boy. I can't wait to get you home."

Master pulled out of the space and left the garage.
The windows were tinted and I knew I probably couldn't
be seen, except through the front window, but I was
still going wild staring into the eyes of drivers in
adjacent cars as I was in such a vulnerable position.
But I was obviously beyond choice or caring at this
point. I was controlled and had accepted my role as
Master's PussyBoy. 

Soon enough, we arrived at Master's place. It was
absolutely amazing. It was a loft in an old industrial
building. The top two floors had been converted into
the most amazing two-level loft. Master had parking in
the basement garage and private freight elevator up to
his place. Master ordered me to leave my clothes in
the car. I followed him to the elevator, and walked
in. I instantly noticed how equipped Master was: even
the elevator had D-rings, innocent looking enough, but
clearly positioned for bondage. When I walked into the
apartment, I was amazed. The living room had huge
windows looking out at the city and harbor. Master had
me stop by the door, where he placed a collar around
my neck. He then led me out of the public part of the
apartment and up the stairs. He led me through a door
and I was suddenly in his dungeon. It was a large room
with apparatus all over the place. I knew I was in for
quite a workout this weekend, and I was ready.

"Well, PussyBoy, let's begin. You know I have been
waiting for this as long as you have. You were a
difficult one to break PussyBoy, but I saw potential
in you long before you saw it in your self. Long
before you even admitted and accepted your desires.
You have come a long way, and it brings me great
pleasure. This weekend is about confirming my position
in total control of your mind, body and cum. You
belong to me, PussyBoy. I now control you. And I have
committed to providing the control that you have
desired for so many years. Now come here PussyBoy."

With that, Master sat down in an easy chair. I hadn't
noticed it, and should have as it stood out in the
room full of racks, benches and tables. Master laid me
over his lap. I was expecting a spanking. But Master
left me in suspense. He just ran his hand over my
smooth ass. He reached down between my legs and
grabbed my cock, pulling it painfully back between my
legs.

"Who controls you, PussyBoy?"

"You do Sir?"

"How long have you wanted to be controlled, PussyBoy?"

"I don't know Sir?"

SMACK!!! Firmly on my ass.

"Yes you do, PussyBoy. How long have you been jerking
off to gay porn?"

"7 years Sir"

"And when did you finally admit that you were gay?"

"Recently, Sir."

SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!

"That's for wasting your life, for every year you lied
to yourself. How long have you been jerking off to
Dom/Sub porn, PussyBoy?"

"7 years Sir"

SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!

"That's for wasting your time, wandering without
purpose and control in your life. You are now mine,
and I need to make up for lost time."

With that, the lesson ended and Master began spanking
away.

SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!

Tugging roughly at my balls, smacking them.

SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!

Then he spread my ass cheeks, spit at my hole, and
jabbed a finger in. My cock was leaking precum onto
Master's leather pants. He ignored it and drove
another finger in. I was squirming on his lap, leaving
a sticky trail. He pulled them out and pushed me off
his lap and onto the floor.

"Clean up this mess, PussyBoy."

I got up onto my knees and licked the pants clean.
Master stood up and walked over to a table in the
corner. Master snapped his fingers and I rushed over. 
Master laid me on my back, pulling my arms above my
head and cuffing them to a post above my head. Master
then placed a spreader bar between my ankles and
cuffed each ankle to it. He then connected a cable
from a pulley in the ceiling to an eyelet on the
spreader. He gave it a yank and lifted my legs into
the air. It was then that I noticed the cabinet next
to each aapparatusin the room. Master opened the top
drawer and I saw an array of buttplugs and dildos,
increasing in size. I tried to ready myself for a toy,
all of which were bigger than the ones Master had made
me purchase. Master caught me looking.

"Oh, look at the PussyBoy. He knows he wants his
asshole filled. Well, it will be filled, but these are
for later."

Master then closed that drawer and opened the next
one, filled with nylon straps. Master removed my ball
harness and my balls hung low against my asshole. 
Master took one small strap and looped it around the
base of my balls. He then took out another strap and
ran a band around my back, with a loop holding my cock
tightly against my belly. Master then rolled the table
back until my ass was at the edge. Without warning,
Master grabbed my balls painfully. He then stripped
naked and I saw his glorious, rock hard cock again. He
held me by the balls and shoved his cock directly into
my hole without waiting.

"Well, PussyBoy, looks like the last week has done you
some good. It seems you realize that when you forget
your balls, which are the source of your pleasure, and
focus on your asshole, which is the source of my
pleasure, you finally learn to properly relax and take
a cock like the PussyBoy you are. I have been waiting
for this and have not cum since you have. Of course I
will now do so, and you better not think of it. You
will not be allowed to cum until tomorrow morning."

With that, Master continued to pump his big cock into
my asshole, plunging into me in slow, deep strokes. My
cock was leaving a pool of precum as it was bound to
my belly. I was totally absorbed in the pleasure of
Master using my asshole, and Master increased my
pleasure when he began roughly pinching my nipples.
Master fucked me for several minutes.

"So, PussyBoy, what do you truly want? Do you want to
cum?"

I knew better. Master would not allow me to cum, and
was just teasing me.

"No, Sir. My cum is unimportant. Your pleasure is most
important. I believe it would pleasure you to dump
your hot cum in my asshole, to again mark my Pussy as
your property. Please fill me with your cum, Sir."

"Oh, such a good PussyBoy. You may have your wish."

With that, Master pulled deep into me and began
pumping heavy loads of cum deep in my pussy. I loved
every splash. When Master was through, he pulled his
cock slurping out of my soupy pussy hole. 

"Now clean yourself up, PussyBoy."

Master handed me a thick dildo from the drawer. I knew
what Master wanted. He was testing my enema skills
from this morning. I began fucking myself with the
dildo. Master would occasionally grab my wrist,
pulling the dildo out, guiding it to my mouth, and
forcing me to taste his cum and my ass juices. He had
me do this over and over until I had retrieved most of
his cum.

"Good PussyBoy. Now I need to go out. This should keep
you company."

Master put a vibrating butt plug in me, and got
dressed. 

"See you soon, PussyBoy. And remember, no cumming."

With that, Master walked to the door. He flipped off
the lights and walked out. There I was, in the dark,
in a strange room, hhopelesslybound. A plug was
pulsing dull vibrations against my prostate. My cock
was leaking on my belly. And I was totally under the
control of my Master. I was a little scared, but had
to remind myself of the level of trust Master and I
had developed. And I did trust him. I knew I was safe,
though pain and testing my limits were certainly on
the horizon. 

I laid there in the dark for what must have been two
or three hours, but who knows. My mind was racing at
what Master would have in store for me. He finally
came in, and was already naked. Master removed the
plug from my ass and shoved it into my mouth.

"Good PussyBoy. Remember when you used to be so afraid
of your pussy? Used to be afraid of the taste of it.
And now, not only is it your pleasure center, the
taste of your ass even brings you pleasure. Look at
how hard that pathetic little cock of yours is."

And it was. My cock was straining, swollen beyond
belief. Master then pulled the plug out of my ass and
moved the table, this time leaving my head and
shoulders hanging off the table, suspended by my
wrists. Master backed up and spread his ass cheeks for
me, and I followed his qqueueand began eating at his
ass. I was totally absorbed in this pleasure when
Master backed up more and shoved his cock into my
mouth.

"Oh, so much better than last time PussyBoy. You've
learned so well." Master said, the sound muffled by
his thighs pressing my ears. He fucked my mouth,
gagging me with his large girth. He then pulled it out
and permitted me to pleasure his nuts before allowing
me to eat a his asshole again. And I was in total
bliss. Master knew I longed to rim asshole for many
years, and I savored his manly taste. 

Master then moved away and uncuffed me. He brought me
back to the easy chair. Master laid me across his lap
and gave me 25 hard spanks. Master then threw me to
the floor again, and handed me a buttplug with an air
bulb attached. He had me sit back and stuff it into my
Pussy. He then took the bulb and had me kneel before
him. He shoved his cock in my mouth and had me suck
him off. He then began squeezing the air bulb, causing
my plug to expand slightly. He timed it with each
thrust, so each time my mouth was filled, my asshole
would feel just a bit fuller. Soon Master grabbed the
back of my head, forcing his cock deep in my mouth and
shooting his cum against the back of my throat. I was
suffocating on it, and Master did not let up. Some
dribbled out of my lips and down onto Master's balls.
I knew I was in trouble. Master stood and brought me
to a saw horse, where he bound each rest, forcing me
to be bent and open to him. First, he presented his
balls to me, which I licked clean. He then wiped his
dick clean, spread the saliva and cum onto his
asshole, and forced me to eat for ten minutes. He then
walked away and pulled one of the paddles off the
wall.

"PussyBoy, I thought you enjoyed Master's cum. Why did
you waste some?"

I had no response, and Master did not expect one. He
just lined up behind me and gave me 10 powerful smacks
with the paddle, setting my ass on fire with a pain I
had never felt. He then grabbed a length of string and
tied my balls to a loop in the floor. He started
paddling me again, causing extreme pain. And every
time I shifted forward with a thrust, my balls were
stretched back between my legs. master would
occasionally take his free hand and slap my smooth
balls, torturing me. My ass was in so much pain, and
there was nothing I could do about it. Master gave me
a full 50 paddles before he gave me a rest.

"There, PussyBoy, see how much nicer it is with my
hand. Now don't forget your role."

Master untied me, and brought me back to the apartment
area. He brought me to the kitchen, where he had had
an outfit waiting: panties and an apron. Master had me
dress and prepare him dinner. He handed me a vibrator
and had me kneel on the table across from him and fuck
myself while pulling the panties to the side. When
Master was through, he permitted me to eat the scraps.
He directed me to a dog bowl in the corner, with
"PussyBoy" painted on it. He dumped everything in
there, and cuffed my hands behind my back before
forcing me to my knees and permitting me to eat.

Master uncuffed me and had me clean the kitchen. By
then it was pretty late, and Master had a full day
planned for me. He left me bound and brought me to his
bedroom. Master gave me a pad to lay on in the corner,
and we went to sleep.

I woke in the morning, with Master kneeling next to
me, his hand gently stroking my cock to coax me out of
sleep. Master brought me to the tub, to start my day
as I always did now. First I pissed all over my face.
Then Master emptied his piss all over me. He then had
me shit and wipe with my hand. He shit, and forced me
to clean him with my hand. Master then applied an
enema to me. We then showered together, me soaping
Master and cleaning him thoroughly before cleaning
myself. I then had to dry Master and myself. After we
were ready, Master informed me of the days events.
First, I was in need of serious oral training. Master
knew I still had work to do. He had me alternate
between his cock and a dildo. Master then bound me and
lowered a dildo in front of me. I was straining for
it, and Master took great pleasure in photographing me
wanting a cock in my mouth so bad. Master gave me over
an hour of training, spanking me firmly every time my
teeth touched his cock. Through pain, I learned the
proper method, practicing as Master filled me with two
loads of cum. i made sure to capture every drop.

After this training, Master took me to the table and
bound me on my back again. He pulled out a bag of
clothespins attached to a string. He began at my
nipples, placing clips there and every inch down each
side of my chest. He then pinned my thighs, put four
clips on my tortured ball sack and six clips up my
cock, the last one over my pee hole. He placed the
vibrating plug in my asshole. The then attached the
clothespin string to a pulley above me and turned on a
little motor.

"Here, PussyBoy, this should keep you bus while I make
a few calls."

Master walked out but left the lights on, allowing me
to see the string slowly take up the slack, burning me
with anticipation, until there was pressure on my
nipples and those two clips snapped off, leaving a
painful sting. From here on, each 10 seconds passed
and another set of pins snapped off, leaving a sting
in my flesh. It went down my chest, and soon my balls
were on fire as each snapped off. My cock was going
crazy as the last one approached. Finally my pee hole
was free and precum dribbled out. The motor shut off
and must have signaled Master, as he soon walked in. 

"How was that PussyBoy? Seems you enjoyed yourself."

Master dipped a finger in my precum and fed it to me. 

"You've been a good boy, but its time to start
cumming. You will be hosting a party again tonight and
I don't want your pesky cum leaking all over the
place."

With that, Master got up on the table and shoved his
cock in my mouth as he freed my cock from the strap
that had held it since yesterday. Master placed a
condom over my cock ["To deaden the pleasure, and to
make sure you don't waste any." and began massaging my
cock. Master knew I was already at the edge, and every
time I got close, he would slap my tender nuts,
causing a shooting pain through my gut and making
orgasm impossible. I had to wait for Master to cum,
with was soon approaching. Master filled my mouth, and
this time I took every drop. He then began massaging
my nuts gently and squeezed my cock until I oozed cum
into the condom. I had been waiting to release this
load after a week of denial, and was so happy to have
it. Master pulled the condom off, carefully preserving
my seed. He grabbed his camera, and began snapping
shots as he held it over my mouth, letting my cum
slowly dribble into my mouth. When enough had leaked
out, Master placed the condom inside out over his cock
and had me lick it clean. He also decided to further
my shame by showing how tiny my cock was: the condom
that had totally held me left almost half of Master's
cock exposed. He had a good laugh at my pathetic size.


Master untied me from the table. He stood me up and
took a pair of handcuffs, clipping one end to the loop
in my waist strap and the other around my left hand.

"OK, PussyBoy. Time to prepare for your party. You
will set up the house, prepare food and the bar, and
all the while, I want you stroking your cock."

I was still sensitive from my orgasm, but I began
stroking as Master led me to the kitchen. I began
preparing food, extremely frustrated with the limited
ability of working with one hand, and knew Master was
enjoying every minute of my frustration. After about
20 minutes, Master bent me over the sink and massaged
two fingers into my asshole as he forced me to stroke
faster. he was giving me a prostate massage, and soon
I was leaking cum onto the floor. Master pushed me to
my knees to lick my mess off the floor. He gave me no
rest and had me continue stroking as I set up candles
around the apartment. As I set out the last one,
master took it from my hand and shoved it in my ass.
He fucked me with it as I jerked and came again, again
being forced to lick up the mess. It hurt even more as
I continued rubbing my cock. Once the apartment was
set, Master led me back to the dungeon. He chained my
arms and legs, with me standing, spread eagle. He
shoved the vibrating plug up my ass. He the took the
paddle and gave me 25 strokes. He stroked my cock near
orgasm. Then another 25 paddles. My ass was on fire.
And he stroked again. I was soon exploding in his
hand. Master fed it to me, before spanking me with 30
sticky slaps across my burning cheeks. He then
unchained me and had me get on all fours.

"Now PussyBoy, the guests will be here soon. You must
cum twice before they do."

With that, master shoved his cock in my hole and had
me frantically stroke my cock. When he sensed I was
close, he pulled out and shoved three fingers in,
rubbing my prostate until I came. He then resumed
fucking as I stroked my raw cock. I was quickly being
drained of my stored cum, and Master was working hard
to fill my hole with his seed. Master was getting
close and grabbed my cock as he began dumping his
load, sealing off my ability to cum until he filled
me. When he finally released, I dumped a load into my
hand, which I promptly ate. Master picked me up,
handed me my panties to put back on, and walked me
through the apartment to the elevator. He opened the
door and chained my wrists to the ceiling. He pulled
my panties to my knees. He then took a marker and
wrote "Touch Here" with an arrow pointing to my
swollen, cum filled asshole. He then sent the elevator
to the basement garage. The door opened and closed
when I got there, and there it remained until the
first guest arrived. Alone. Feeling Master's cum
slowly dribble out of me and down my thighs. 

It was half an hour before the door opened, to a group
of three guys. They broke out laughing as they saw me.
One took the instructions and thrust a finger in my
asshole, swirling in Master's cum. Each took turns
doing the same as we rode up to the apartment. Master
welcomed them, then sent me back to the basement.
Another two guys showed up, and both took pleasure in
teasing my hole. And I was sent down again. This time,
four men walked in, and I noticed two of them with
collars on their necks as well. Master had invited two
slaves and their Masters. Both slaves were pushed to
their knees, and each took turns eating at my asshole.
They actually waited a few minutes before pressing the
elevator button, allowing the slaves to eat at me. And
we went up again. This time, Master untied me and
brought me into the apartment. 

"Welcome, everyone. I'm glad you could make it. As you
can see, this is PussyBoy. He's the pathetic little
faggot who's been serving me from New York. As I told
you all, the admission price for this party is to eat
PussyBoy's hole and then my own. You Masters who
brought slaves have already contributed and do not
need to lower themselves to this. Now line up. And get
one of those slaves in front of PussyBoy."

Master directed one onto his knees in front of me, his
ass under my cock. Master instructed me to rub my cock
as my asshole was eaten. I was soon overwhelmed by
pleasure in my asshole. Master required me to stroke
quickly and I soon shot a load onto the slaves
asshole. Master stopped the line and had me eat my cum
and rim the slaves asshole before I could continue. He
substituted the other slave and had the line continue.
Once we had each been thoroughly eaten and I came
again, Master had me lay back on the dining table. He
blindfolded me, and handed me a dildo I fucked myself
as Master stroked my cock. I soon felt an unbearable
heat stick to my nuts, and realized Master had a lit
candle over my balls, letting the wax drip and burn my
nuts. I couldn't stop, and he didn't stop stroking as
I was lost in the pleasure and orgasmed, though I had
been drained of cum and only a dribble popped out. 

"Good, looks like PussyBoy is ready. He and the slaves
will get each of you hard, using their mouths, and
then you will each fuck PussyBoy, in size order from
the smallest."

Master had us get them hard and line them up in order.
We had to suck them, and then put a condom on each
one. They lined up, some playing with each other to
stay hard, as they waited their turn. One by one, I
was fucked roughly. Some just fucked, while other
abused my balls as they pumped me. And each time one
came, master had a slave hold out a glass and he
dumped the cum in. I watched as it slowly filled as
each guy took his turn. I was lost in the pleasure
until I felt a cock that was different. I realized it
was Master, his bare cock sliding in easily in my
worked hole. Master lasted a long time after the
multiple orgasms he had had, and my hole was on fire
by the time Master splashed me full of cum. He had one
of the slaves suck it out of my asshole, and then
instructed him to kiss me and feed me the seed. Master
knew how much I still was disgusted by the thought of
kissing a man, and he did not care. I was his little
PussyBoy. What difference did it make what I wanted.
Master then had me drink from the cup, and share the
mixed cum with the other two slaves until we had eaten
it all.

After this, I was no longer to be used. Master allowed
the men to pair off and fuck or suck as they pleased.
Master chained me to the table and gave me an array of
toys. I had to lay there and play with my abused hole
while watching the fucking around me. Wanting cum in
me. After the guys had gotten off again and had a few
drinks, Master led everyone up to the dungeon. He
opened up what had looked like a cabinet in the
corner. It turned out to be a cover over a tub on
wheels. master wheeled it to the middle of the room,
and I knew I had to get into it. Master had me first
get on all fours, and the guys gathered around. Master
took his place at my feet, and permitted them all to
piss all over me. As they did, Master took aim at my
asshole, burning the sensitive skin with his hot pee.
He then had me turn over. They then took aim at my
face and chest, overwhelming me in a rush of pee. I
felt disgusting, but Master knew I enjoyed it.

"Look at his pathetic little dick get hard."

Master instructed me to stand up, and directed the
other two slaves to join me. One was forced to suck my
cock while the other ate my asshole. Every minute,
Master had me turn around and switch partners. Master
also encouraged them to nibble at my tortured
cockhead. I finally couldn't take any more and had
another dry, painful orgasm. 

Master permitted me to towel off. He then led us back
to the living room, where the party slowly disbanded.
Once everyone left, Master decided to fuck me yet
again. he dumped a load in me and denied me permission
to cum through the whole fucking. He then began
fingering my hole, teasing a finger in his cum and
alternately feeding it to me. Once I was pretty clean,
he gave me a total massage to my prostate until I
oozed cum onto the floor. As I licked it up, Master
reminded me that he controlled my cum, and that no
matter how dry I got, I always had more when he milked
it out of me. After I cleaned up, Master told me it
was time for bed.

"Let's go, PussyBoy, you need your rest. Today was
about multiple fucking and orgasms. Tomorrow will be
about stretching. i will be exposing your ass to
larger toys. You will probably have multiple orgasms
again, as your realize the pleasure in a fullness you
have never known. Perhaps I will even fist you, as I
know you really want to be. Even back when you tried
to deny your role as PussyBoy, you were jerking off
watching boys get fisted. And tomorrow your dream will
come true."

The words rang in my head as I thought of it. I had
only been fucked recently and was scared at the
thought of fisting. Sure, watching it always turned me
on, but I didn't think I could take it. But I knew I
had no choice. Of course Master would not stop until I
was stretched around his wrist, way more that I had
ever taken. And I knew I probably would enjoy it once
I got over the discomfort. But I was scared. I barely
slept all night, in fear of what was in store. Master
left me to sleep without a plug; he wanted me to start
from scratch and stretch more than I ever had. And I
would let him.

Because he is my Master. And I am his PussyBoy.


To Be Continued...
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