Date: Tue, 30 Nov 2004 06:48:49 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Johnson <specialemailus@yahoo.com>
Subject: Training of Slave Bob pt 22 (gay/auth)

We were all pretty exhausted, so decided to call it a
night. Kevin and Gloria got dressed and went upstairs.
Katie had me take the plug out of my hole and she put
her dildo back on. We laid on the bed, her spooning me
from behind, and she slid the length into me. Once it
was in deep, she kissed the back of my neck and said,
"I still love you...PussyBoy." She stayed where she
was and drifted off to sleep. I laid awake, wondering
what she meant by that. I was exhausted though, and
soon forgot my worries as I went to sleep, my asshole
wrapped around my ex's fake cock. The strangest thing
was, this was not even the strangest experience of the
week.

I woke up in the morning, my asshole a sore mess. I
had rolled off Katie's cock during the night, and felt
somewhat empty. Unfortunately it was a school day, so
I had to get up and get ready. I had to leave Katie
for the day, which was difficult. In spite of my
recent acceptance of my true sexual desires, I still
found the sight of Katie face down on the bed, her
round ass looking so tasty sightly up in the air, it
all made my cock so hard. Which hurt quite a bit, as I
was sheathed and dripping in the leather vice. I did
get to free it though, as I had to shower. When I
finished, Katie had woken up and she ordered me to
wear my medium plug for the day. Little did she know
how much I enjoyed this; the morning had been my
playtime when we lived together. I used to finger
myself in the shower each morning, preparing my hole
and leaving a sensation that would keep me hard
through the day. My ass easily took the plug, and I
god sheathed and dressed and headed for school. I
managed to not think about it too much on the subway,
so thankfully I didn't get hard more than once or
twice. During the day was quite  bit different. Katie
must have found my class schedule, because about 2
minutes after each class ended, I would hear my phone
ring.

"Hi PussyBoy. Remember when you were sucking out
assholes last night, and then I fucked you like the
faggot I always knew you were? Well, thought that
might give you a rise. Bye, PussyBoy." And like that
she was gone; I was still packing my books and had to
figure out how to get out of class with my cock poking
as hard as possible into the sheath.

I limped out of the room and went to my next class.
Just after it ended, she started in with the same
speech again.

"Oh PussyBoy, I see you have 20 minutes free. Now we
are going to have fun tonight and that pesky cum gets
in the way, so go release some pressure. You are going
to stay on the phone with me. Remember that private
bathroom in the library, where you used to want to
fuck me, when you thought you couldn't get hard
because I wasn't adventurous enough? Go there,
PussyBoy."

I had no choice but to run over there and call her
back.

"Good PussyBoy. Now drop those pants and cum as fast
as possible." I started masturbating quickly and she
was shouting into the phone what a faggot cocksucker I
was and how I needed to eat my own cum, and it all
sent me over the edge. I came in my hand. She ordered
me to use the camera in the phone to take a picture of
myself eating my cum, and to send it to her. She said
it would be a fun one to send to some of her friends.
I'm sure she knew what that would due to me, and my
face was clearly bright red as I ate my load and sent
off the evidence to Katie. But my cock was still hard
and I'm sure she sensed that.

"So PussyBoy think you can cum again? Do it quick, you
don't want to walk into class late,  looking all
embarrassed like that. So stroke that cock. Master Ric
told me how good you were at phone sex, so talk to me.
Tell me what you want, PussyBoy"

"Yes Mistress. Mistress I am a little cumslut as you
know. I used to blame you because I was too ashamed to
admit my true desires. All along I was denying the
pleasure that true control of my anal pleasure center
would provide. Master has taught me, and you are
seeing it as well, that my cock is a waste of skin
compared to every inch of my sensitive anus. That is
why I couldn't keep my cock hard, not because anything
you did. Mistress, I want to turn over my anus to your
use tonight and this pesky cock is just a waste of
space. May I drain more cum so it will not be in our
way tonight?"

"Wow, PussyBoy, you sure do like talking about all
this gay shit. Go ahead, dump your fucking load. And
while you do it, think about the tub of grease and how
hard my fist is gonna slide in and out of that so
called "pleasure center" tonight, you little faggot.
Now cum, you PussyBoy!"

And with that, I had no hope but to dump another thick
load in my hand, which I thankfully ate. I had to
clean up quickly and head out for class. Sure enough I
was late, and had to slide into my seat as the leather
was chafing a bit on my sticky, sore cock head.

That class was a long lecture, which gave me plenty of
time for my mind to wander. I was constantly thinking
of how different my life now was, and how strange it
was to have Katie getting involved in it again. And
the grease...her fist...my swollen hole...I nearly
came again, and was shaken out of it by the professor
dismissing class. I sat there until the room cleared,
and Katie called again. She gave me instructions for
stopping at the store. She told me I was going to be
cooking her dinner. She also instructed me to go to
the porn store on the way home.

"Now PussyBoy, we need to up the ante a bit. You
barely felt it last night when my cock was in your
hole. You should not be able to sleep when my cock is
in your hole, no matter how tired you are. So go buy a
proper strap-on to fill that faggot ass of yours. And
just to be sure there is no confusion, you are going
to buy a porn, like "Chicks with Dicks" or something.
Actually, just call the house from the store."

I had to think about that as I rode the subway back
to our neighborhood across the bridge. I stopped at
the
store, and called her as ordered.

"OK, PussyBoy, what do you have?"

"Chicks With Dicks Volume 8" I mumbled.

"Speak up! What, you still have shame you faggot? Be
proud that your ex is gonna fuck you tonight. Most
chicks would be out the door, but I kind of like the
power all this gives me. You made me feel like shit
for so long, and it was your fault all along. You were
just a sorry faggot who didn't want to admit it."

"Chicks with Dicks Volume 8: See how much their men
can take!" I said, clearly reading the box. She
thanked me for being honest with myself, and asked me
to describe each strap on to her. There was only the
store clerk there, so I just did it. Of course she
waited for one of the bigger ones before hearing what
she liked. She then instructed me to go to the
counter, then ordered me to hand the phone to the
clerk. I did as I was told and soon saw him laughing.

"Sorry lady. I need my cock sucked but not that
bad....Oh well, I guess that's not too gay. Sure,
thanks for the tip. Sure I'll be seeing him again.
Maybe you'll come with some time; you sound pretty
hot. Alright, later."

"OK, PussyBoy, get back in that video booth."

I could only imagine what Katie told him, as I saw him
lock the door and flip the "Back in 10 min." sign on
the door. I went to the booth. He came in next to me
and told me to get under the shelf on my knees. I did
as I was told, and he turned on a movie of a straight
slave scene. He watched as a girl was tied on her
knees, and as the girl got her cock sucked, he pulled
out his cock and sprayed a hot thick stream of piss
across my face. He finished, zipped up, and walked
out. I had at least expected him to be horny enough to
let me suck him off after demeaning me like that. Oh
well. I walked out and smelled his hot coffee piss
smell that was drying into my t-shirt. I paid for my
ordered, and he just laughed as he unlocked the door
and let me out.

"Enjoy PussyBoy. Don't hurt yourself on that fucking
thing. See you soon, I'm sure."

I headed out with the package, and got home ready to
start the playing. But Katie had other things in mind.


"Sorry, you were supposed to to get your pleasure back
at the porn store. Guess you don't look skilled enough
to convince a straight man. Guess we'll have to go
demonstrate for him sometime. But you missed your
chance, so now is for me. Go use your enema to clean
up and put in a bigger plug, then get in that kitchen
and cook me dinner, bitch!"

I did as I was told, first cleaning out my hole in the
familiar way. Then I put on the maid's outfit as she
demanded. I got cooking in the kitchen, hoping to get
to the fun of the evening. She came in as I was
cooking with her old strapon, and pulled out my plug.
She began sliding her cock in me, wiggling around,
then pulling out and letting me get back to my work.
She did this again and again, teasing my hole. She
finally pulled out and slid the plug in, allowing me
to plate up her dinner. I served her, and she thanked
me. When she was finished, she permitted me to eat the
leftovers off her plate on the floor. I then went to
clean up, and once again she buried her cock in my
hole. I was standing at the sink, so she buried it
deep in me, and each time I would move, her rubber
cock would jab against one of my boy-pussy walls. The
tip was sliding roughly across my prostate, and I was
in total bliss. It was hard to focus on the dishes,
but soon I was done and able to devote my full
energies to Katie. We went back to the living room,
where she had me remove my apron and present myself to
her.

She had me lay down across her lap, as was now a
familiar position for me, and with the first hard slap
across my tender cheeks, I knew I was in for another
wonderful night.

To Be Continued...

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