Date: Tue, 27 Jul 2004 18:28:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Johnson <specialemailus@yahoo.com>
Subject: Training of Slave Bob pt 18 (gay/authoritarian)

When I woke up in the morning, I was back where I had
been when I had fallen asleep: in Master's arms, with
his firm cock poking at my hole. He began kissing me
as he shoved his cock into my swollen hole. He emptied
his morning cum into me, and allowed me to cum in his
hand. He rubbed this into my belly and had me walk to
the doorway. He placed the collar back on my neck,
reminding me that I was still his PussyBoy and had two
more hours of service in his presence before we left
for the train. I was ready to return home, but was
already thinking ahead to the pleasures I would
experience the next time I returned. I was hoping for
some more sex, but Master had the basics to get done
first, and had me return to the bathroom for piss and
enemas. I got into the tub and awaited his hot morning
stream, and was once again in bliss. As always, my
pathetic little cock was instantly rock hard, pressed
against my belly as Master's piss streamed down my
smooth body. He then had me piss in the enema bag, and
use it before allowing me two water enemas. Before
using the enema, Master forced me to suck on the
nozzle first, as always, but this time there was a
twist: Master opened the clasp and forced me to suck
some of my piss out of the enema bag. I did the water
enemas, and saw Master was pleased with my
performance. When I was through, Master had me finger
my hole, alternating every minute and sucking my taste
off the fingers before placing them back in. He had me
use up to three fingers, showing me how responsive my
asshole had become. Master also had me practice using
my muscles, forcing me to squeeze tighter as each
knuckle bumped in and out of me. After about ten
minutes, Master allowed me to stop.

Master led me upstairs to the dungeon, walking
directly to the easy chair. Master sat there naked and
I immediately presented my ass for inspection across
his lap. Master began with a deep massage, rubbing my
plump ass cheeks roughly with his hands. I was still
sore for all the paddling, but it felt so good to have
Master's strong hands touching my ass. Master rubbed
one hand down between my legs, forcing the open and
increasing the pressure of my cock into his lap. He
applied firm pressure below my balls, forcing two
fingers against the base. It was intense, but brought
a lot of sensation and the throbbing when he stopped
felt so good. He then wrapped a finger around each
side of my balls and tugged. My balls were pretty
stretched from where they had once been, but obviously
not enough for Master.

"Well, we're gonna have to do something about this,
PussyBoy. A boy like you needs nice low balls. Master
takes great pleasure in playing with his boy as he
uses him, and these little nuts and that pathetic cock
simply won't do. I will not stretch you cock, because
that is wasted on a PussyBoy. I will stretch these
balls, to have easier access to bring my boy
pleasure...or pain. I will be sending you off with a
little care package I picked up while you were on the
table, with the vibrating butt plug in. This is why I
had you bring your debit card with you. I have picked
up some new toys, a harness and a few other things for
you. There are instructions, and you will of course be
doing much solo worker as well as nightly sessions
with your Master on the phone until I see you again. I
think we should increase the frequency of our visits;
you have come along so far, but you still don't
realize so much about yourself. I have given you some
of the tools to explore."

With that, Master began slapping my ass so that his
fingers snapped against my stretched out balls in his
other hand. It didn't hurt very much, but just left a
sting and got my attention. Master continued spanking
my ass, working in circles, but frequently going back
to give my balls a sting when he thought the feeling
had passed. Master continued spanking around my ass
until both cheeks must have been red. My ass was
throbbing and I was sure this was not the end of it.

Master pushed me off his lap and onto the floor. I got
back to my knees, and knew my first job was to lick my
precum off his thighs. Master then grabbed my head
without a word and forced it into his lap. I took his
cock into my mouth, and was overwhelmed by the taste
of ass, dried cum, and piss still lingering on
Master's cock. I did not let my reaction show, and I
worked intently on properly sucking his cock. Master
ran his fingers through my hair, gripping it to force
his cock into my throat when he felt like it. I felt
the intensity increase, sensing Master's cum was fast
approaching. I was ready to take every drop of his
load, sure not to waste a drop and receive the
punishment. Just as his cum approached, Master pulled
my hair and forced me to pull off his cock. Master
exploded, splashing thick ropes of cum across my face.
I stared up at Master, who just giggled at my open,
hungry mouth and the cum dribbling down my cheeks. I
knew to immediately lower my eyes, and got to work
licking up the cum from Master's lap. Once he was
clean, he laid me out and gave me another 20 spanks
for having made that mess on his lap. Master brought
me to the steel table and attached my ankles and
wrists.

"PussyBoy, I only have another half hour with you
before we need to head for your train. I will permit
you one more orgasm because you have pleased me so
well this weekend and always. As always, as you
desire, this will come with your ass in use. I will be
combining some of the skills we have worked on. But
first I must label you for your return trip; you are
my property, and must be identified if lost."

Master then picked up a thick marker, and began
spelling out "PussyBoy" in wide, thick letters across
my chest. Once I was labeled, Master pulled out the
clothes pins and applied them in symmetric rows up my
chest and then on to my thighs and balls, then up my
cock, finishing with one on my pee hole. Master
attached them to the motor over the table, but did not
turn it on. Master placed the first plug in my mouth,
and then pushed it into my pussy. My pussy responded
and instantly took the toy without hesitation. Master
saw this was no challenge and pulled it out. He placed
it in my mouth as a pacifier as he jabbed three
fingers in and gave my prostate a massage. He pulled
his fingers out and skipped to the third toy, this
time denying me even saliva for lube. Master pushed it
at my hole. The dry rubber sat at my opening for a
second. I concentrated on relaxing and pleasing
Master, and soon my ring gave way and accepted the
stretching plug. Master swirled it in my hole, forcing
it into me.

Master pulled that plug out and replaced the one in my
mouth. Master chose not put another toy in me.
Instead, he placed two fingers in my hole. He began
spreading them apart, gaping my hole. When h had
enough space, Master placed his hardening cock between
his finger, forcing them apart as his cock moved into
me. His fingers were not deep, but they sat there at
my entrance and spread me as he began fucking me.
Master finally reached up and turned on the motor
attached to the clothespins. Master had left plenty of
slack, so it was a few minutes before there was even
pressure on my nipples. Finally the first ones snapped
off, setting my nipples on fire. Master continued his
fucking as the pins slowly snapped off my body. As
they moved down my body, I got ready for the moment
the intense pain in my cock would finally be gone. I
was also enjoying the fucking Master was giving me. He
was really enjoying himself, using his free hand to
tease my nipples painfully as his other fingers
continued to stretch at my hole. Finally my body was
done, my thighs killing me as the pins tugged at my
sensitive nuts. They were freed and finally my cock
was released. Master enjoyed my squirms, and soon
prepared to fill me. Master thrust deeply, forcing his
cum deep into my hole. Master pinched his fingers on
his cock, wiping the cum off and keeping it in my hole
as he withdrew his cock. Master kept his fingers in
me, and swirled them, playing with his hot, soupy mess
in my hole. Master grabbed my balls with one had, and
forced his wet fingers against my prostate. "Cum
PussyBoy!" he yelled, and I complied, feeling my
prostate spasm as my cum sprayed across my chest. When
I was through, Master removed his fingers from my hole
and gave me the treat of cleaning them off, tasting
out mingled juices. I was in bliss, but didn't have
time to lay around enjoying it. Master untied me and
stood me up in front of him.

"Wipe up that mess with those fingers. That way, you
can suck on them one by one on the way home as you
think of me. I know your mind will be filled, and I
want to give you something else to think about: the
freedom and pleasure I have granted you. The freedom
to explore the feelings you have always had, the
fantasies that I have made true, and the incredible
orgasms you have felt since you realized that, as
PussyBoy, you pleasure derived from my control of your
anus. That cum is an example, and I want you to
appreciate it. Now turn around."

Master bent me over the table and placed the second
plug back in my hole. He instructed me that it would
remain until I got home. Master then gave me 20 quick
spanks, driving the plug into my hole. He brought me
back down stairs, and pointed to my things by the
door. There was my t-shirt and shorts, which I had
forgotten after three days of complete nakedness.
Master pointed to a harness in the shopping bag next
to the clothes. It was like the one he had used during
yesterday's session.

"I had this one custom-made, with an extra small
sheath for your cock. You had too much space in that
other one. You were able to achieve an erection, and
that was not the point. I want you to be able to
totally forget your cock when in service to me,
except, of course, when your pathetic little cock is
the focus of the activity. This will help keep you out
of trouble."

I placed the harness around my thighs, then affixed
the ball spreaders before sliding my cock into the
sheath and connecting it to the waist band. It cupped
my flaccid cock perfectly, clearly leaving no space
for an erection. Master then permitted me to put on my
shorts, shirt, and sneakers. Though you could not
easily read the writing on my chest, it was showing
through my shirt and I was sure that with enough focus
you could read it through the material.

Once I was dressed, Master walked me out to the
elevator. When I walked in, I saw the innocent D rings
that had been my prison two days ago, as I had been
used by Master's guests. We went to his car, and
without a word, drove to the station. I was spent and
had nothing left to say even if Master had permitted
it.

I got out of the car with my shopping bag, and walked
through the station. I purchased my ticket at a
machine so I wouldn't have to face anyone. I got right
on the train and went to place the bag on the overhead
rack. As I lifted it, I read the logo on the side for
the first time. It read "Daddy's Basement: Toys for
your Boy" with a picture of a leather-clad Master with
a slave over his knees. Clearly not something you'd
find in the phone book, Master knew a specialty shop
which served his needs. I immediately lowered the bag,
took my seat and placed it between my legs, doing my
best to conceal the logo. The train pulled out, and I
stared out the window, thinking about the weekend. It
had been absolutely amazing. Master had opened me up
to so much. As I squirmed with a plug in my hole, I
certainly couldn't believe that I had taken a fist.
That had always been my ultimate fantasy. Not because
it looked like fun; quite the opposite, because it
scared me to think about such a thing. But now I
understood. I understood that hazy look of
satisfaction in the faces of the harnessed boys in my
SFFetishClub movies. I had felt it, I had been
controlled by a man's hand in my anus, and I realized
that absolute pleasure a boy derives from turning
himself over to a man like that.

As I thought of it, I remembered the taste on my
fingers, and began sucking one, creating a sticky
mess. I did it subtly, but was enjoying it as I stared
out the window. A little too much. I felt my cock
stirring, but I knew an erection was impossible. The
sheath squeezed on my cock head, and soon it subsided.


It went on like this for a couple hours until finally
we reached New York. I waited for the train to clear
to take my gag out, and then walked quickly to the
subway. Thankfully no one paid attention to anything
around here, not my bag nor the difficulty I was
having walking so quickly through a crowd with my ass
filled. I got off the subway and began walking the few
blocks along the bridge ramp until I was back at my
place. I saw Kevin as I walked in the building.

"Hey, I gotta talk to you about something," he said.

"I kind of have something to do. Come down later on
tonight and we'll talk."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I gotta go."

"OK, see you later, PussyBoy."

He said PussyBoy with a whisper, but I still was so
ashamed he had used it in public. I ran to the
elevator and pushed incessantly until it came. I rode
up, anxious and hoping I had made it. Master had
determined what time I should get home, and had a
punishment ready if I was late. I walked into my
apartment, and immediately stripped, as I now always
did. I left everything by the door, and walked through
the dark apartment to the bedroom. I picked up the
phone and dialed Master.

"Hello Sir"

"Hello PussyBoy, glad you made it home on time. Now
turn on the lights; it is too dark for my cameras."

I turned on the lights and turned around. I dropped
the phone and nearly fainted: there on the bed was my
ex-girlfriend. Holding one of my buttplugs. Reading
the words "PussyBoy" off my chest. I heard Master
yelling into the phone, and picked it up.

"Put it on speaker phone."

I did as I was told, knowing there was no point in
trying to deny anything now.

"So, you must be Katie. PussyBoy has told me all about
you. Sorry if I caused problems for you guys, but it
really was PussyBoy following his desires that caused
the problems. But I'm sure he'll explain; you will
have plenty to talk about. I release him into your
custody until tomorrow. Good night. And yes, PussyBoy,
I will be watching and listening, so don't leave out
any important details. Goodnight, PussyBoy. Enjoy."

And with that, the dial tone rang out. I turned off
the phone and turned around to face Katie.

"So, PussyBoy, is it? Well, we certainly do have a bit
of catching up to do. But first, there is something I
hope you still remember to do well. Eat me!"

With that, she laid back on the bed and I dropped down
between her thighs. It was a familiar place, yet so
strange after the past year of changes. But I knew
better than to disobey an order like that, and I set
to work pleasuring her.




To Be Continued....


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