Date: Fri, 22 Mar 2019 14:34:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: fmhar1969@aol.com
Subject: "Born to Serve" Chapter 2

Archive: "Born to Serve, Chapter 2" {Rob} (MB oral)

Here is the second chapter of my new story about Kevin Jones, a young man
who was born to serve alpha males, but didn't discover it until just before
his senior year in high school. This chapter and probably a third chapter
will continue to relate his learning his place in the world under the
tutelage of his church youth pastor. I hope to continue the story through
his college years during which he learns his role as a total bottom sub for
alpha males from his coaches and others. I hope you enjoy it.

For those of you unfamiliar with my writing, I have another story listed
under "Incest" that is about far more than just incest. It is currently
running to 52 chapters with more (not sure how much more) to come. I would
love to hear from you – comments good or bad – The views of my
readers are what keep me going. Rob at fmhar1969@aol.com.

The story is copyrighted by me in 2019 as the owner of it and all legal
rights pertaining to it.

(1) If you are not of legal age where you live, do not read this story!

(2) Since this is an entirely fictional story, a fantasy if you will, where
all the sex is bareback and the main character is in some potentially risky
situations, it takes no notice of the dangers of recreational sex with
multiple partners. In real life, BE CAREFUL and BE PROTECTED and DON'T DO
ANYTHING YOU DON'T WANT TO DO.

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Born to Serve Chapter Two

	Kevin Jones graduated from high school with the summer a blank
before him. He had no definite plans. His parents were well off, so he
didn't need to get a job to save for school. They would take care of all
his expenses and give him a nice allowance for spending money. His coaches
advised him to concentrate on track when he got to college. It was his best
sport. He was a born runner and jumper. He was very good at baseball, but
he had to work harder at it.
	After corresponding with the Athletic Department at State
University where he was to go and meeting with Bill Dobbs, one of the
assistant coaches, he was invited to the three-week track camp in
August. This was an intensive training camp where the best from all the
colleges and universities in the state gathered for intense training and
practice before the beginning of the school year. Only a small percentage
of freshmen were ever invited.
	The middle of June Pastor Mike came to Kevin and his parents and
told them his wife, Mary, was pregnant and, therefore, would not be able to
help with the three-week July summer church camp in North Carolina like
last year. Pastor Mike asked Kevin, with his parents' permission, if he
would go with the group of high school students as his assistant. Kevin was
thrilled as were his parents, so it seemed the summer was planned.
	Kevin spent the month of June going to the pool at the Club and
hanging out with his friends. A number of his fellow graduates left early
for college or before-college adventure trips, so Kevin got to kmow more
closely some the sophomores and juniors who would be juniors and seniors
when school started. During that time, he, like other guys in his church
group who were going away to begin new, more independent lives at college
or university had several one-on-one counseling sessions with Pastor
Mike. Mary, the pastor's wife counseled the girls. The youth pastor talked
with the boys about how things would be different when they were living
away from their homes and churches. About choices they would have to be
making, etc. In addition to these regular counseling sessions, Kevin and
his pastor had a number of meetings about the upcoming camp. During these
meetings nothing was ever said or alluded to about what had occurred
between them at the camp last year. Nevertheless Kevin could not refrain
from constantly focusing his attention on the big lump in the pastor's
pants, and it seemed Pastor Mike did a lot of rearranging of the bulge the
boy's eyes kept going back to.
       The time came and Kevin got packed and ready to leave for the church
camp. They were going by bus and leaving early in the morning. It would
take them almost two days to get to the camp. They would spend one night on
the way. Pastor Mike had told Kevin they would room together on the way and
share a room at the camp. Despite the fact there had been no reminder or
repetition during the past school year of what had occurred last year,
Kevin felt a thrill of excitement at the prospect of sharing accommodations
with his pastor.
	During the first day's drive, Kevin and Pastor Mike sat together on
the front row of the bus and talked over the plans for the activities for
the next three weeks. Pastor Mike was wearing a pair of light-weight slacks
that when he was seated next to Kevin clearly showed that he was not
wearing anything under them and a polo shirt with an open collar that
showed a small vee of chest hair. He wore leather moccasins with no
socks. Kevin was constantly aware of the curly dark hair on his forearms
and showing at his ankles and the very tops of his feet. Kevin was dressed
in shorts and t-shirt and sockless shoes. It gave him a thrill every time
his and Pastor Mike's arms would touch as they leaned together over the
papers they were reviewing.
       They arrived at the motel where they were to stay about five o'clock
in the afternoon. After rooms were assigned and everyone settled in Pastor
Mike told the campers they were free to do whatever they wanted as long as
they stayed on the motel grounds. They could eat in the dining room
whenever they wanted and charge their meal to their room. They were to be
in their rooms by 9:30 with lights out by 10:00. He and Kevin would be
checking on them.
	Pastor Mike suggested that he and Kevin go eat right away, walk
around the area of the motel and then do some more planning and relax a
little in their room. That was fine with Kevin. After eating, they walked
over to the pool. Some of the campers were swimming and splashing
around. Pastor Mike reminded them that the dining room closed at 9:00. The
two of them went to their room. As soon as the door closed behind them the
pastor started taking off his clothes. "I'm gonna take a quick shower and
get comfortable. Check over those schedules again and make sure we've
thought of everything."
	"Okay, Pastor Mike."
	"Oh! And when we're by ourselves, you can just call me Pastor. Save
the Pastor Mike for when we're with the others."
	"Yes, sir," Kevin said as Pastor Mike (or Mike as I will
subsequently refer to him with only infrequent references to his
ministerial title except in quotes when Kevin calls him Pastor or Pastor
Mike) went into the bathroom, leaving the door wide open. Kevin heard the
shower turn on and then heard the shower door close and the water begin
hitting the pastor's body.
	"Oh boy, Kevin! This hot water really feels good. They have one of
those massaging shower heads working all over my body. Uhmmm! I may stay in
here all night!" Mike yelled.
	Kevin was so excited thinking about Mike's naked hair-covered body
and remembering his big thick dick he could barely concentrate of the
papers in front of him. All during his senior year he had remembered what
Mike had looked like lying in that big bathtub covered with the cloudy
soapy water. After the awakening of desire he experienced during that one
time, he found himself looking at other males differently. Whenever he was
in the locker room or showers seeing his friends and teammates naked, he
would find himself looking at their different-sized cocks flopping
around. When some of them would throw a half hard, he couldn't help
remembering and comparing them to Pastor Mike's muscular body covered with
dark curls and his big dick. Although he was only lightly haired in places,
many of his teammates, especially the seniors like him had manly growths of
body hair. He was constantly comparing them to his youth pastor's muscular
body and his dick that had gotten hard and that he had sucked until it
erupted its load of sweet tasting cum and filled his mouth. He would wonder
what it would be like to suck his friends' cocks and to drink their
teenaged loads. He knew he wanted to do it again, but didn't know how it
was possible.
	Whenever he was around Mike, he couldn't keep his eyes off of his
crotch, remembering how big the dick and balls making the bulge were. He
remembered how the dick had grown when it got hard, remembered how it had
felt in his mouth, how the big round head had pushed at the back of his
throat and made him gag. He would dream about his pastor and his teammates
and wake up, his shorts soaked with his night-time ejaculations. In his
dreams he was leaning over the prone male like he had done with his pastor
or on his knees in front of him sucking his hard cock. He had overheard a
new guy on the baseball team talking about a cocksucker on his knees.
	The new boy on the baseball team was a junior who transferred the
last few weeks of the year and was different from most of the other
guys. His family had moved from Central City, the largest town, or city, in
their part of the state. He was bigger than a lot of the boys, and he had
lots of blonde hair all over his body. His cock and balls were about the
same as Kevin's, but he was always talking about sex, about the girls he
had fucked and left behind. He complained that he couldn't get any at this
new school; that the local girls were cold and wouldn't spread for him,
which all the local boys already knew. His name was Christopher
Hornby. After a while he started moaning and groaning about his blue
balls. He needed to find a cocksucker to take care of him. Most of the guys
were getting tired of his complaints about a situation they had grown up
with. None of them had ever known or known of a cocksucker. Finally, a lot
of the baseball players started calling him "horny hornby" and the name
stuck. He didn't mind and eventually he calmed down. His teammates figured
he was taking care of himself just like the rest of them.
	When he got horny during the daytime, Kevin would jack off locked
in the bathroom or when he was showering and he would remember sucking
Mike's cock, think about sucking his teammates in the showers at school,
or, after the arrival of Christopher Hornby sucking his cock while kneeling
before him. He knew he wanted to do it again, but he never had the courage
and Mike never alluded in any way to what they had done.
	Kevin heard the water cut off and heard the shower door sliding
open. He buried his head in the papers he was supposed to be studying. He
knew Mike was out of the shower and could hear him drying himself off.
	"Man! That was great. I'm ready to go now," he heard a muffled
voice say. He looked around and there was the man he had been unconsciously
lusting after for the past ten months standing in the doorway vigorously
drying his hair. His muscular naked body was there for Kevin to see and eat
up with his eyes, droplets of water running off it onto the floor of the
bathroom. His legs were spread apart and hanging between them was his
pendulous sack weighted down with the big balls inside it. In front of his
hair-covered scrotum was the dick Kevin had been dreaming about for ten
months. Surrounded at its base by a wet forest of curly dark hairs was the
thick six-inch dick, a dick that grew to eight inches when hard, weighted
down at its end by the big knob that had just barely nudged into Kevin's
throat that memorable afternoon at the camp they were now headed back to.
	Kevin was totally unconscious of the fact that Pastor Mike had
finished drying his hair and was now vigorously rubbing the towel over all
of his naked body and was fully aware of the yearning gaze of the boy
sitting beside the big queen-sized bed. He purposely turned his back to the
room when he began to dry his back, legs and hard, meaty butt. He leaned
forward a bit as he ran the towel up his hairy crack. He then turned back
around and made a little show of drying the genitals the boy's eyes were
fixed onto.
	"There! All clean and dry!" he said as he tossed the towel into the
bathroom and walked still naked over to drop onto the bed, his back propped
against the headboard. After giving the boy who was now standing at the end
of the bed a chance to get a good look at his naked body, he said, "So,
Kevin, is this what you've been wanting to see ever since last summer?"
	"Uh...Pastor Mike...I...Uhh..."
	"Yeah! I think it is. I think you've been wanting this ever since
last summer at camp. You want to take care of me like you did in the
bathtub last summer? Mary's pregnant and she hasn't been interested in sex
the last month or so...and I'm really horny. You gonna take care of my
problem?"
	"Uh...I'm not sure...Uh...what you mean...Uh...Pastor Mike."
	"Tell you what. I got a new name for you to call me when we're
alone. Let's take the M from Mike and drop the P from Pastor. What does
that make?"
	"Uh...I don't know, Pastor Mike."
	"Just think, kid...M...a.s.t.o.r! We can change to o to e
and...What do we get?...Master! Yeah! Master! You can call me Master when
we're alone for the rest of the time we have together."
	"Master?"
	"Yeah! That sound right to you? You like calling me Master? You'll
be my boy and I'll be your master when we're alone together. You'll do what
I tell you. You'll take care of my needs and I'll take care of yours."
During this exchange Mike had been fondling, then stroking his cock until
it had reached its full, hard eight inches. "You're gonna take care of this
for me. Is that what you want, Kevin? You want to take care of this big
cock for me while we're at camp? Like you did last time?"
	"Uh...I guess...If that's what you want."
	"Yeah, that's what I want. But what do you want, Kevin? Do you want
to take care of me while we're away from home? Suck my big cock again like
you did last year? Is that what you want, Kevin? Have you been wantin' to
suck my cock again like you did so good last time?"
	"Yeah! Yes, Past...Uh...Master. I want to suck your cock again. I
want to be your cocksucker!"
	"My cocksucker? Is that what you are, Kevin, a cocksucker? What do
you know about cocksuckers? Have you been a cocksucker for anyone else,
Kevin? For any of your teammates?"
	"No! No one else! Just you! I've been thinking about sucking your
cock ever since last year! I heard the new guy talking about a
cocksucker. Is that what I am, a cocksucker?"
	"Who was this new guy that knew about cocksuckers, Kevin?"
	"Chris...Christopher Hornby. He transferred in at the end of the
term. He's on the baseball team."
	"Hornby? He's on this trip with us, isn't he? Did you want to be
his cocksucker, Kevin?"
	"NO! No, P...Master. I only wanted you!"
	"Why didn't you ask, Kevin? Why didn't you ask me to let you suck
my cock?"
	"I don't know. I was afraid."
	"I'm gonna have to punish you for not asking me. You should have
asked me, Kevin. You could have been sucking my big cock all these
months. Get your clothes off, Kevin. I'm going to punish you, and then you
can ask me if you can suck my cock." Kevin quickly stripped out of his
clothes and stood naked beside the bed, bowing his head without
thinking. Mike moved to sit on the edge of the bed. "Lie across my legs,
Kevin. How many whacks should I give you for not asking to suck my cock?"
	"I don't know, Master, the boy answered as he laid across Mike's
spread thighs, his semi-hard cock hanging down between them."
	"I'll just give you ten this time," the man said as he rubbed over
the two hard melons of Kevin's butt. "When we get to the camp I'm gonna
want you to borrow a ping-pong paddle from the rec-room, but I'll just use
my hand now....You've got a pretty ass, Kevin, somebody's gonna have a good
time breaking it in. Unfortunately, I'm not an ass-man. I just like getting
my cock sucked. Count each time and say thank you, master."
	Whack!..."One Thank you, Master"...Whack!..."Two! Thank you,
Master"...To the boy laying across the man's hairy thighs each whack seemed
to get harder than the one before, and he could Mike's cock coming back to
full hardness as it pressed up against his stomach......Whack!..."Ten Thank
you, Master."
	"Good boy!" Mike said as he pushed his hand down between the crying
boy's legs. "You must have liked that. You've got a hardon. You want more?"
	"No, Master. Please, no! Not this time!"
	"Next time I have to punish you, I'll have to remember and give you
more.... Okay! Up! On your knees! What do you want, Kevin?" Mike demanded
as he spread his knees farther apart and rubbed his hard cock and balls.
	"Please, Master, may I suck your cock?"
	"Good boy! Yes, get on that cock and suck me off!"
	Kevin dived down between Mike's spread thighs and gobbled down on
his hard cock. He reveled in the feel of the smooth hot skin as his lips
slid over the big knob and halfway down the thick shaft while his tongue
caressed the domed surface and felt and tasted the precum leaking out of
the gaping cum-hole. "Uhmmm!" he moaned as he pulled up and then took the
big tool back down.
	"That's a good boy! You remember how! Just go slow! Don't try to
take it all! I'll teach you how to swallow it all down your throat, but not
tonight. That'll be a lesson for later. Just get used to it. Remember how
you did it before and make me feel good," Mike instructed as he leaned back
on his arms and just enjoyed the inexperienced, but eager, teen mouth. He
knew he wasn't going to last like this. He was too horny. He hadn't had any
sex, except a couple of times he had jacked himself off; since Mary found
out she was pregnant. Even though her doctor told them it was okay, she
just wasn't in the mood. "Go down on my balls! Lick `em down! Fill your
mouth with those big cum-makers! Suck that hairy sack! Make love to my big
balls! Gobble down there with your slutty mouth and tongue! That's what you
want, what you've been wanting, to be my slutty little cocksucker!
       This was the first time Mike had called Kevin a slut, a word he had
seldom heard in his life, but one he would become well accustomed to being
called during camp and for the rest of his life.
       "We're gonna have a good time these next three weeks. You're gonna
keep those balls of mine drained. You're gonna drain `em good every day and
every night. I'm gonna feed you so much of my man-cum you're gonna grow
hair on your chest. I'm gonna make you a man, a man born to serve other,
stronger, better men! Get back on my cock and make me come!"
	Kevin quickly trailed his flattened tongue over the hairy scrotum
and onto the base of the thick cock. He ran it up to the top, licking all
around the hard shaft. He ran his lapping tongue all around the hairy base
nipping at and slobbering into the thick mass of pubic hair before slurping
up the slimy pre-cum that had drooled down from the gaping meatus with its
tiny lips sitting like a little mouth at the top. Reaching that pinnacle of
desire, he engulfed the domed knob and began making love to it with his
sucking mouth and slurping tongue, fucking it with the tongue's pointed tip
like it was a hungry pussy. Mike let himself drop down completely prone on
the bed as he writhed under the loving ministrations of the fast-learning
boy's mouth and tongue.
	"Fuck! You're a natural! You were born to suck cock, kid! Born to
serve alpha males! What a waste! You could've been sucking your friends,
your teammates, the coaches, me! You could have been sucking the whole
town! Nobody would have told! Give up a mouth like yours? God no!"
       Of course this rant of Mike's bore no resemblance to reality. In a
town like theirs, with a church on every corner! If the elders of the town
had any idea what was going on in that motel room, what was going to be
going on every day at the church camp, Pastor Mike would be ridden out of
town on a rail and Kevin would be promptly sent off to a military college
"to make a man of him." Maybe, a very careful selection of a very few of
his closest and most alpha teammates and friends over the years would have
allowed Kevin to develop his cocksucking abilities and enjoy a certain
anonymous popularity under the guise of a normal teenaged jock with
exceptional athletic skills, but even that would have been difficult. One
whisper! One disgruntled sex partner! One discovery under the bleachers!
Damnation and disgrace!
       Mike quieted down and Kevin continued to develop his ability to take
Mike's cock. His overwhelming desire to give pleasure to the man lying on
the bed before him gave him the courage to go down farther and farther
along the hard shaft with his tightly closed lips, to take the slick pole
deeper and deeper into his mouth until he felt the huge head knocking at
the entrance to his throat. Only then, remembering what Mike had said about
teaching him later, did he slowly pull up, licking and sucking as he went
until once more he was making love to only the big knob at the top with its
constant ooze of sweet tasting cock-snot. Faster and faster his mouth went
up and down the big dick as Mike laid groaning and egging the boy on. As he
played with the man's hairy ball-sack with his free hand, Kevin could feel
it begin to draw up. He knew from his own experience that that was a sign
Mike was approaching orgasm, that in moments he would reach his climax and
Kevin's mouth would be flooded with his hot, salty-sweet nutty tasting
jism. He longed for the inundation that would choke him as he swallowed it
down, mouthful after mouthful. His mind went back to that glorious day last
summer when he had been drowned in the first cum he had ever tasted except
for his own. The heat, the flavor, the texture, he had relived it all over
and over in his dreams and in his lonely jack-off sessions.
       Now he was going to experience it again. His mouth filled with his
pastor's man-seed! His throat swallowing as fast as it could! His belly
filled with the warm juices swimming with sperm, the product of the man's
big balls, his testicles, Kevin thought using the almost sexier real word
for them. Although he had no idea of it at the present time, he had been
longing to drink the seed of the man he wanted to serve, the longing of a
subservient male for his dominant alpha master!
       Mike knew it was coming, his arms, the muscles of chest, his
abdominals tensed as his upper body rose up to meet the oncoming
orgasm. "Ohhh fuuck! Ohh shiiiit! Here it comes, Kevin! Take my load! Take
that load! Drink it down! Don't lose a drop! All! All! Drink it, slut!
Drink your master's slimy nutt! Drink it down into your belly, you slutty
little cocksucker! Drink it all!" he moaned out as his cum shot out of his
thick cannon. Kevin noticed it wasn't as sweet-tasting and was sort of
clotty, not as smooth as he had remembered it. He didn't know, but it was
because it had been stored for so long in Mike's balls."
	All of his long-repressed dominance came out in his commands to the
subservient youth. This was the way he had been in high school and college,
an alpha male taking what he wanted from the boys he discovered needed his
domination. He had mostly repressed that side of his personality when he
felt the call to the ministry. Although he had occasionally enjoyed a
blowjob given by one of his classmates while he was in seminary, it had
only been a matter of satisfying a passing need for relief. Once he and
Mary had gotten married their sex, satisfying but entirely normal, had been
a barrier against his old personality.
       His alpha sex desires had been awakened to some extent last summer
when Kevin had sucked him off in the bathtub, but he had knowingly
repressed them since then. With Mary's pregnancy, the lack of satisfying
marital sex and Kevin's lingering looks at his crotch over the past months,
he had decided it was time to take some action, which had led to getting
Kevin to help him with the summer camp.
       As soon as his climax was over and his cock stopped pumping out its
hot jizz, Mike fell back relaxed. "Clean that cock good, boy. Yeah, keep
nursing on it," he commanded as he enjoyed the regular pleasant sucking on
his softening meat. Satisfied, he ordered the boy to move down and suck on
his balls. "Yeah, that feels good. Suck on those balls. Lick on them. Get
down under my sack. Let me feel your tongue down under there, between my
legs," he said opening he legs a little more to give the seeking tongue
access to the dark hairy space under his scrotum at the back entrance to
his ass. "Lick it good down there. Ahhh yeees. That's good. Get in there
and lick that ass-crack," he said as he raised his feet to rest on the edge
of the bed. Kevin obediently moved his head down onto the bed and licked up
into the hairy crack. He felt a shiver of excitement as he flattened his
slobbery tongue out and licked into Mike's hairy crack until he felt, and
tasted, the tight pucker of his asshole. "Yeah! Slobber on that hole! Get
your tongue in and eat me out you dirty little slut."
       Having had enough of the slobbering and sucking of what he now
thought of as his slut's tongue on and in his asshole, Mike sat up
suddenly, which caused Kevin to fall back onto the floor.
       "It's 9:30. Get your shorts on and make the bed checks." Kevin got
up and started to pull on his briefs. "Just your shorts! Cammando! No
shirt, no shoes!" Mike yelled.
       "With no briefs they can see my dick."
       "That's okay! Nobody cares about your little dick!"
       Kevin went out with his list and started knocking on all the doors,
making sure everyone was in and in the room they were supposed to be
in. Some of the younger guys, juniors who would be seniors when school
started, made funny remarks about Kevin's state of undress. Chris Hornby,
the new guy on the baseball team who opened his door naked said, "Nice
hang, Jones. You gonna bat it in tonight?" Some of the girls flirted a
little with him, but Kevin didn't let it bother him. He wasn't ashamed of
his muscular body and he was used to being half-dressed at track meets and
at the pool at the club, although he usually had a jockstrap holding him
in. His unfettered dick made sort of a bulge and he could feel it chubbing
up a little, but if that was what the pastor wanted, that's what he'd do.
       When he got back to the room Mike was already under the covers. "Get
out of those shorts and in bed. Suck on my cock while I go to sleep. If it
gets hard, you know what to do. I expect to wake up with a mouth on my cock
in the morning ready to take whatever comes out."