Date: Thu, 11 Sep 2003 17:53:00 -0700
From: Bert Carley <bertcarley@goldrush.com>
Subject: Cub Boy Training - Part 1 (Authoritarian)

Accept the fact that there indeed are still young boys that are virgins
until they are 18 YO's. Few and far apart maybe in the big cities, but
country boys may jack off alot, but still do sometimes remain virgins
well into their 20's.... Surprised? Well, the boy in this story didn't
loose his cherry until he was 18. Oh, by the way, please practice safe
sex, even though this fantasy does not indicate such practice.
bertcarley@goldrush.com


Cub Boy Training - Day 1: Once upon a virgin!


I was born and raised in a very small town in the Sierra Foothills of
Central California about 120 miles due east of San Francisco. My dad had
grown up in S.F. In fact, my grandmother still lived in the same house in
the Marina District where my dad and his two brothers grew up. Every summer
since I can remember, I spent many summers with Grandma and Grandpa. After
Grandpa died, I spent every summer with Grandma. She liked the company and
the family liked someone living with her now that she was aging rapidly. I
loved her and the city life was for me, especially Marina, salt air and
cool weather. Right after I turned 18, one mid afternoon, I was kicking
around the Marina on my own in just a pair of tennis shoes, sweat socks, a
big sloppy sweatshirt, and a pair of baggy low rider denims.

There was a single guy jogging about this time every morning that always
slowed, smiled and said hello son as he passed. Sure enough, only this time
he stopped, smiled, and made conversation. He was tall, masculine,
good-looking, very lean and muscular, probably in his late 30's to mid
40's. He asked me if I was waiting for someone. When I told him no, he
asked me if I wanted to jog with him for awhile. For S.F., this time of
year as usually cold and foggy. However, it was a warm sunny day, about 68
degrees. I figured, why not and off we went, him talking up a storm, me
listening mostly. He did ask me a few questions as we jogged side by side
for awhile - my age, and my name. I just gave him my first name,
Joey. Eventually he asked where I lived, and finally, where I was staying
in S.F. When I told him I spent every summer with my Grandma, he asked a
few questions about her - her age, and her health. He asked if I was going
on to college. I told him I received an acceptance letter from S.F. State
and would be starting after summer vacation, living with Grandma. He seemed
legitimately interested in carrying on a regular conversation with
me. After about half an hour of jogging, we circled back to the end of
Marina Boulevard and he stopped. We both stood, beaded with perspiration,
sweat dripping off our faces as he pointed up to the house we were facing.

"I live here boy, looks like you could use a cold drink too, exceptionally
warm this morning. Come on up and I'll fix us right up with a cold one."
Being a Country Bumpkin, without a thought one, I following him up and
right into the house. I followed him to the kitchen and he produced a
couple of beers from the refrigerator. "Sorry kid, only got beer, OK? One
will not kill you - Heineken, the good stuff! Have a seat and relax." He
took off his sweat soaked sweatshirt, put it on the table. His aroma rose
and headed right to my nose and took a direct route to my brain and my
defenses lowered. As I looked him over, trying to be coy, he obviously
sensed my excitement.

He was very tan, rippled with muscles and had a marine emblem and big
anchor tattooed on one arm, a big black leopard that covered the full
length of his other arm, from his shoulder nearly to his wrist. Arms,
across his chest, down the center of his torso covered with a layer of long
black hair. Huge big tuffs of black hair protruded from each armpit, and a
string of long black hair circled his navel and ran down the center of his
torso to below his waistband. It was awesome, as my dad and the men in my
family have little hair. What we do have is so light blond it is barely
noticeable.  "Nice tattoos, fur and muscles mister," I found myself staring
at him, especially his wash board abs. This guy was obviously seriously
into bodybuilding. His entire body was glistening. I always liked the smell
of my dad when I would crawl into bed with he and mom when I was
younger. Never really knew why, but that smell always was very welcome to
my senses.  However, the pheromones coming off this guy were almost
visible, so pungent and intoxicating. I felt a slight stirring in my groin
as I sat there looking at him.

"Yea, got them in Vietnam, spent two hitches in that hell hole. I work out
a lot to keep in shape, jog every morning now that I am retired. Important
at my age" I sat there in his kitchen watching him pace, talking to me non
stop in a monotonic voice. I no sooner finished the beer and he placed
another in front of me. "Drink up son, one more to loosen you up a bit. You
worked up quite a sweat too." He was on his third Heineken, still pacing
around the kitchen talking up a storm. He watched my eyes follow him,
constantly cupping and scratching his balls and crotch. I could tell his
dick was getting hard, but tried not to stare. He just kept circling around
like a lion stalking its' prey, talking up a storm, sucking on that beer,
rubbing his stomach, constantly readjusting his equipment.  He obviously
was wearing a jock, but he was really sporting a bulge that I could no
longer keep my eyes from following. Between the aroma he was giving off and
watching his antics and muscles flex, my pecker was stirring in my baggies
and tenting in my boxers.

I was getting very turned on watching him. That second Heineken had me very
relaxed.  My eyes continued to follow him, and I felt a warm surge spread
in my boxers. Without even realizing what I was doing, my hand covered my
crotch and I innocently begin to squeeze and fondle myself. I think his
constant monotone talking, his smile, white teeth flashing and muscles
flexing had me mesmerized. He obviously noticed!

"Hey kid, how about taking off that sweatshirt and getting comfortable, you
must be burning up in there after that second beer!" He lifted me to my
feet and had my sweatshirt up and off me in one quick move. It was all over
before I could even come back to reality. "There, that's better! What's
this we have down here boy?" He grabbed me by the crotch and had his hand
around my dick in a split second. He grabbed me around the waist and spun
me around with his crotch against my buns. He never let go of my dick. I
finally put up a resistance, no match for him.

He ushered me, kicking, protesting, fighting for release down a hallway to
a room he had all set up as a weight/play room. I think I was more excited
than scared. He immediately stripped me of all my clothing, stuffed one of
my socks into my mouth, and put a leather belt apparatus around my thighs
that secured my wrists in Velcro firmly to my sides.

"Now settle down boy, I don't want to have to hurt you, but I will if you
don't calm down." I still was giving him quite a struggle. He gave me a
swift punch in the gut and I folded. He then sat on a bench, put me face
down over his knees, and paddled my ass until my ass was on fire. After 10
good smacks over my ass cheek he stopped. My ass was burning and had to be
bright red from the feel.

He lifted me up on to my feet and I was sporting a full-fledged hard-on. He
smiled. "I think you liked that son, just look at that big boner your
sporting." I looked down and realized he was right, but just ignored his
remark. At 18, I had been jacking myself off regularly, but still a
virgin. When he buried his face in my crotch and sucked my cock into his
mouth, I got all excited and I just fell into his web of sexual pleasures
naturally.  He only sucked on me long enough to get me really liking his
assault; my cock was hard and oozing pre-cum. Then he stopped abruptly,
looked up and made eye contact smiling.

"You like that kid, don't you? Never had your cock sucked I bet! Well, wait
until you feel the good stuff I'm going to do to you. Hold on Baby and
don't you dare cum or you're going to feel my wrath again on your ass." He
stuck a finger into his mouth and then spread the saliva over and around my
pucker hole, circling and massaging. It felt so wonderful I just relaxed
and enjoyed. He kept worked that magic finger around and over my pucker
hole, kept me on the edge of shooting my load licking the underside of my
cock head. I was moaning and really enjoying a new feeling when all of a
sudden he pushed that finger up inside me. Fire broke out! It was as a hot
branding iron penetrating my shit chute. I rebelled! My muffled screams he
ignored, holding me tightly, one finger up my ass, the other holding me
still. He continued to work that finger up and in me. As I relaxed, his
probing seemed to feel better until the burning sensation turned to a very
nice warm feeling inside that seemed to radiate up through my insides. As
the warmth spread, I really liked what he was doing inside me with that
finger. Was not long, I realized I had spread wide and pumping my ass over
his finger, submitting to the new feelings going on in me.

"Looks like you like that too, huh kid?" He put two fingers in his mouth
this time and inserted them in me. When I was showing signs of pleasure
again, he put in the third finger and really spread my ass open. I must
admit, it felt absolutely, sensational. My cock was dancing against his
lips, pre-cum dripping from my cock on to his tongue. He was licking,
sniffing and totally lost in his pleasure. He took one last lick and
stopped.

"Damn Boy you teens sure smell and taste great - Sweat Nectar of the Gods!
I think you're about ready for the Big Prize now my little Cub!" He pulled
his running shorts down, along with his jock strap and up popped his 8-inch
dick, oozing, pre-cum dripping from the head. He grabbed some lube from a
table, greased up his dick, laid me back on a table and lifted my legs up
over his shoulders. He slowly pushed his dick up into me, first just the
head. He stopped for just long enough for me to relax and catch my breath
from the sudden entry of his huge cock head. Then he slowly pushed all the
way in until I felt his pubic hair against my butt. My cock was dripping
and strings of pre-cum were dripping down over my torso.

"Now comes the good stuff little Cub; your going to love it!" He slowly
started to work his dick in and out of me. He made sure I stayed excited
and hard as he worked fingers over my cock head. Each time he took a
complete stroke, it started to feel better and better. He smiled down at me
and a warm glow fell upon me. It was beginning to feel terrific and my
little 6 inches was oozing and twitching as he rotated on one certain spot
inside me that seemed to be a real pleasure zone for me.

"You like that my little Cub Boy? He pulled the sock out of my mouth and
asked me again. "You like that don't you son? Tell Daddy Bear you like his
big dick in you making your cock drip with cum!" I just moaned as he smiled
down at me. He leaned forward and licked, sucked and nipped on my nipples,
giving me even more pleasures to consume. My body went into total
submission. I was as a rag doll attached to him.

"Please release my hands mister. I will not fight you anymore! I want to be
able to touch you too! This feels so razz!" He ignored my request. He was
dripping with sweat and smelled wonderfully masculine over me. I just
inhaled his scent as he thrust into me sending warm rushes through my
entire body. I was going to shoot if he kept this up.  Sure enough, three
more hard thrusts and I shot my load all over my chin, chest and stomach. I
convulsed with the thrilling feelings that engulfed every cell in my body.

"FUCK, FUCK," came from his lips! My ass muscles went wild and he buried
his dick in me and I felt his hot sperm fill my ass too. He fell forward
over me and we both lay helpless as the waves of pleasure flowed through us
both. I could not help myself. I sniffed and inhaled our mixed scents and
just floated mentally for a while.

"That good, huh kid? You never did this before now, have you?

"No Sir, but it sure was great!"

"I've been watching you for about three days now down on the Marina. When I
saw those baby blues and long blond hair, I knew I had to have you as my
Cub Boy. I knew that cute ass of yours was made for fucking the minute I
laid eyes on you. Your going to keep your mouth shut about what we do
together kid, or you are not getting any more pleasure from the Master! You
hear me Little Cub?" He pulled from me and stood up straight. He pulled me
up on to my feet in front of him and scooped up cum that had accumulated on
my torso, chin to crotch. He fed it to me off his fingers, making me lick
each one clean and dry individually. He then pushed me down on to my knees
with my face to his crotch and said, "Now clean me up like a good Cub
Boy. Don't forget the balls too."

When I had him all cleaned up, he lifted me to my feet in front of him,
raised his left arm up and grabbed the back of his neck for support. "Lick
my pit nice and dry now son, I'm sure you will love the smell and taste of
a real man. All Cubs like to lick their Masters pits! Eat my wet, salty pit
Boy!" I stepped back, but he grabbed me by the hair again and forced my
face to his pit. "Lick and suck all that nice musk son, don't let it go to
waste.  You will love it once you get a taste for it as all young cub boys
do! If you want to be my Cub Trainee boy, you are going to learn to like
many things I have planned for you! Now get to work and start licking!"

It was indeed wet, hairy and definitely had the taste of salt, the smell of
musk. There was more long hair under his armpit than I had in my groin. The
more I licked and sucked, the better it smelled and tasted, until I was
really into what I was doing. "See little guy, I told you that you would
like it! Now the other one too!" When I had it nice and clean too, he
grabbed my hair again and directed my lips and tongue to his nipple. "Suck
on this for awhile too son, I really like my boys to suck and nibble on my
nipples." Surrounded with damp musk and hair, they tasted great. "Don't
just suck boy, nibble and bite softly on the nipple! That is better! YEA!
See what you're doing to me again Boy!" I looked down and he was sporting
another big hard-on!

"Well, I guess you know what you're going to do for me now don't you?"

Hands on my shoulders, he pressed me down to my knees and slapped the shaft
back and forth across my face a few times as jism shot over my lips from
his pee hole. I finally was able to catch the head between my lips and suck
it in. Having tasted it before when I cleaned it and his balls, it was very
welcome between my lips. His crotch radiated male pheromones, sending my
head again swimming with pleasure. I too had a raging hard-on, which he
kept rubbing with his calf and knee, keeping me breathlessly lusting for
his dick and balls. I sucked and nibbled on that big beautiful dick. He was
not satisfied with me just working on the head and about three inches of
the shaft. Soon he had his fingers tightly woven in my golden locks and was
forcing me to deep throat him. I was gagging and snot was running from my
nostrils, but he did not care. Eventually I felt his entire shaft slip down
into my throat and muscles tightened and I stopped gagging. I could not
breathe and began to panic until he finally released me enough so I could
pull off just far enough to catch my breath. Then in he went again,
repeatedly, until I learned to breath and deep throat him properly. With
tears in my eyes, and mucus dripping from my nose, he shot a load down my
throat, shuddering and moaning in lustful bliss.

When I looked down, I realized I had shot a load on his leg and it was
running down over his calf, ankle and heal. He pushed me down. "Clean up
your mess boy, you made it, so I assume you like sucking my big dick down
your throat too! This is good; next time you will know how I like it!
RIGHT?"

"YES Sir, just like you like your cock sucked! Would you fuck me again Sir?
I really like that more than sucking your dick!"

"Not today Pussy Boy, but meet me at the Marina tomorrow morning about
7:30am and we can jog again and I'll fuck you again tomorrow
morning. Remember well, you say anything to anybody about what we did here
today and you will not be getting anymore dick from the MASTER. Now get
dressed and get your hot ass out of here until tomorrow. From now on call
SIR or MASTER, and do not wear any underwear tomorrow or jack off tonight!
You understand boy?"

"SIR, YES SIR!"

As I was leaving he shouted, "Hey Boy, what's your full name?"

"Joey Schmidt Sir! See you tomorrow, 7:30am, OK!"  Cub Boy Training - Day
2: Back for more!

It was difficult not jacking off that night after learning to suck cock
properly and getting my cherry ass violated. What a fantastic new
experience the stranger I met at the Marina gave me yesterday.  He got me
so turned on to him I spent the most part of the night tossing and turning
with a raging hard-on thinking about how great he made me feel when his
dick was buried up my Wazoo. I had a dream during the night. He was inside
me; his dick was blasting my insides. I awoke suddenly having an organism
soaking my PJ's. I just rolled over and went right back to sleep feeling
satisfied and happy. When I awoke in the morning, my PJ's were stuck to me
and I had another raging hard-on to try to ignore. Master had given me
explicit instructions not to jack-off. I thought, "I still don't know his
name or anything about him. All he told me was to call him Sir or
Master. What has he done to me to make me so horny for more of what he did
to me yesterday?"

By the time Grandma fixed breakfast it was going on to 7:15am. She said I
should put on more clothing than my running shorts and a tank top, as the
SF fog had rolled in and it was cold outside. She made me change into my
sweats before she would let me leave the house for the Marina. By the time
I ran the half block or more, it was 7:40am. Master was waiting for me,
tapping his foot and looking at his watch. As I approached the stern look
on his face said it all.

"Where you been boy? I said to be here at 7:30am... You are damn near 15
minutes late.  Harsh discipline is in order later! I do not tolerate
tardiness from my Boys! Now get your hot ass over here and let me get a
good look at you again." He had a leather-riding crop in his hand and ran
it up and down over my body, poking and prodding me, mostly on the
ass. "Now get your buns moving Boy at a quick trot down that trail there."
He was right on my ass prodding me, making me run faster and faster to keep
the crop from striking my ass. Though it was damn cold in the morning fog,
beads of sweat were forming on my face, neck and body. I was dripping with
sweat when he finally shouted, "STOP!"

We were in a thicket of bushes that surrounded the "Legion of Honor"
facility next to the duck pond where I had first met him the day before. He
pushed me into the bushes, down on my knees and lowered his sweats exposing
his flaccid dick and balls. "Now deep throat me Boy, just like I taught you
to do yesterday. Get with it or your going to taste some more of this crop
on a bare ass!" I guess I hesitated just a second to long to please him. He
slapped his dick back and forth across my face a couple of times, then
ordered me to get down on all fours and stick my ass in the air. He forced
me down with the crop on to my elbows with my face against the ground.

"Now reach back and lower your sweatpants Boy! You are going to feel the
sting of this crop across your sweet ass for hesitating when I give you an
order! Hopefully you won't do it again or you will feel the Master's wrath
again when I get you home."

Whack! Whack! Whack! Now, that crop was lethal. He never hit the same place
twice, but after ten, I am sure my moons were steaming in the morning
fog. "Now get up here and make me proud Boy with that throat of yours after
you thank me for disciplining you."

"Thank you Sir for the ass whipping!" I wasted no time engulfing his cock
that was quickly expanding and reaching for my gag center. I still had much
work to do before I would be able to control that gag center that had to
control to get his dick down my throat properly. "Easy Boy, just breath
through your nose and swallow as it slides down. That's it Boy! Much
better!" Once he started to slide in and out, I got a grip on my gag center
and was able to relax my throat and swallow when he instructed. It still
was not a very natural or comfortable feeling for me yet, but I was at last
in control of the gag sensation.

"Damn Boy, you sure do have a nice warm muscle contraction in that throat
of yours! I am going to pull back now. I want you to run your tongue around
the glands at the base of my dick head until I fill your mouth with my
seed. I want you can get a good taste when I fill your mouth with my warm,
juicy, man juice. Don't swallow it Boy, just hold it in your mouth and
don't spill any."

I did exactly what he said. Sure enough, when he exploded, my mouth filled
with his spunk and I tried to hold it all in my mouth, but some dripped
down out of the corners of my mouth and down my chin. He pulled from my
lips. "Now swish it around in your mouth Boy and savor the flavor of your
Master. I'll be checking to make sure you still have your mouth full when
we get back to the house after our run; so don't disappoint me or you will
be punished again for not following my orders. On your feet Boy, pull up
your sweats and start jogging around the trail and head for Lombard Avenue
so I can pick up a newspaper, then back toward the house going down Scott
Street."

The instant I was inside his house he grabbed me by the hair, pulled my ass
up against him, ran his hands up under my sweatshirt, massaged and pinched
my nipples. He was rubbing his crotch against my buns and it really turned
me on, my mouth still full of his warm spunk. A big tent was forming in my
sweats. He let one hand fall over my crotch and fondled, gently stroking it
as he continued to harden against my buns.

"Ok Boy, turn around here and open wide and show me what you've been
carrying in that pretty mouth of your Masters." I opened wide and showed
him a full mouthful of his spunk. "Now swallow it Boy and remember how good
it tastes; you will be getting a lot of it and eventually beg for it and
crave it like a good cum sucker. Now thank me for giving you a real good
taste of your Master's skeet and how much you liked it!"

"Sir, thank you for letting me taste of you! I love the taste and smell of
your Skeet!"

"From now on Boy, the minute you get inside the house you will get nude and
never wear clothing again inside this house. Now strip, fold your clothing
and pile them neatly on the bathroom counter. I'll be with you in a few
minutes, just wait for me. He arrived a few minutes later in his leather
harness, boots, and a pair of black leather chaps that had no crotch. His
dick and balls were hanging free and swinging as he entered the room. His
torso was glistening with perspiration. As he stood there, my dick began to
harden just looking at his macho, masculine beauty. He stood and watched my
dick stand up to salute him, smiled and stepped forward. His powerful
pheromone scent filled the room and my brain went into overdrive with lust
for him. He broke the mood as he spoke.

"I will show you how to clean your Boy Pussy this morning Boy, a ritual you
will soon learn to do yourself each time you arrive before you can serve
the Master. You must always be clean inside before you come to me from this
day forward. I too like the smell of young boys like you like my masculine
adult male scent. Therefore, you don't have to shower when you arrive, but
you do have to keep your insides nice and clean. You also have to keep the
crack of your ass clean, including your balls and dick. Never wear cologne,
deodorant or other nasty scented shit. Always look, act and smell like a
man Boy! Leave all that for the Twinkie fem and Pussy Boys!"

My mother had given me a few clean outs as I was growing up; so, I knew
what to expect. By the time he had the bottle full of warm soapy water and
the end lubed, I knew to bend forward. Sure enough, he held me by the
shoulder with one hand and shoved it up my Wazoo. He flipped the release
lever and my insides started to fill with the rush of warmth until he
emptied the entire contents into me. "Now squeeze it off Boy, don't you
dare leak a drop until I tell you to sit on the john and release it all or
I'll tan you hide and rub your nose in what you spill." He pulled it from
my ass and shook my belly listening to the fluid slush around inside me. As
I stood and waited the cramps began. He refilled the bottle as I
watched. After awhile he told me, I could sit on the toilet and release. He
checked the contents and put me through this routine twice more until the
waters ran clear and he was satisfied that I was nice and clean. He had me
wash my crotch and ass with soap and water, dry and trimmed the little
patch of blond hair above my dick with a pair of scissors so the blond hair
was only about half an inch long.

"That should hold you for now Boy, since you don't have any hair on your
balls or in the crack of your ass yet. When you do, I expect you to keep it
shaved nice and smooth like a baby's ass. You got that Boy?"  - I answered,
"Sir, yes Sir, like a baby's ass, nice and clean too, no hair!"

"As for you my Cub Boy, you are going learn to love hairy men, masculine,
macho and dripping with sweat and raunchy cocks, balls, head cheese, tasty
asses and smells and recycled beer. You may not think so now, but when I
get you really turned on, you will beg for anything and everything I've
mentioned. Just believe it Boy, you will beg for it all! Now shall we get
started with today's lesson?"

"Yes Sir, but what is recycled beer Sir? He gave me a big smile!

"In time Cub Boy, when the time is right I will introduce you to
everything, including recycled beer and maybe even skeet, if you're up to
it! For now, march your hot ass into the playroom and made it snappy. I'm
not finished punishing you for being late this morning." He smacked me on
the ass and pushed me across the hallway to the playroom, one hand in my
long hair, the other holding my ass tightly pressed against his crotch. I
really liked his dominant style, rough and demanding.

He suspended me face down over a leather horse he had and fastened me to it
with wrist locks that left me suspended, my feet about three inches off the
floor. He grabbed a big paddle with holes in it and gave me ten good hard
swats on my ass cheeks. I had a raging hard-on by the time he released me
and pulled me down on to my feet. He spun me around and forced my lips to
his left nipple. "Now service these for awhile boy, moving my lips from one
nipple to the other until I had them both standing hard and erect. Nip and
bite on them Boy, show me some pain Boy! Yea, that is the way you service a
man's nips boy! Make em sting real good son!"

He held me by the hair and directed me to his pit. "Lick, suck, sniff and
enjoy Boy! I know you love it in there, just look at that dick of yours
spew pre-cum. He switched me to his other pit and I just devoured the musk
and taste of him. I was mesmerized, totally lost in a surge of lustful
bliss. He could see my state, pulled my head from his pit, pushed me to my
knees and clamped his thighs around my head rubbing his balls over my face.
His hairy balls were ripe with manly drippings and male pheromones. I
licked and sucked what I could reach with my head locked in his vice grip,
until he released me enough to allow me to really chow down and go wild all
over his balls, cock and crotch.

He was dripping pre-cum and moaning as I slid under him further and licked
from his balls down to his pucker hole. I was intoxicated, flying high on
his scent and the taste of him. I was so into the taste of his rosebud that
the strong scent of his shit shoot did not even register, it tasted so
wonderful. He kept whispering, "Eat it Boy, Eat it! Stick your tongue up in
there and really enjoy Boy! YEA, that's my Boy!" I just kept sucking,
chewing and licking my way as far into him as my tongue would
reach. Finally I just collapsed, breathless and my cock spewed my load all
over us.

Master scooped it up with his fingers, and got me on all fours and rubbed
it up into my rosebud, spreading it, pumping a finger into me clear up
massaging my hot spot. I was so hot by the time he had three fingers
working my bottom, I began to moan and squeal like a banshee.

"Fuck me Master, put your dick in me! Please! Please! Oh please fuck me!"
He mounted me doggie style in one demanding lung. His balls hit my ass and
he did not even hesitate one second before he was pounding my hot ass into
total submission. I just automatically went into overdrive and pounded my
ass back against him with every thrust. Every once in awhile he would slow
and rotate on my hot spot and listen to me moan and scream out with
pleasure. He was getting close. I could tell as his dick grew in girth
within me. The pressure was heavenly as it raked over my jolly button. I
was on fire inside, my entire boy was in flames and my cock was spewing
spurts of spunk each time his dick grazed my jolly. Waves of pleasure
enveloped me.

Suddenly he lunged, buried his dick, balls pressed against my bottom. He
stiffened and I could feel his warm skeet spray one, two, three, four, then
five times up into my intestines. I was his, all his now, totally under his
control. I had spewed my juices all over the tiled floor, but remained hard
and excited. His dick did not soften as he continued to pump into me
again. He grabbed my shoulder muscle between his teeth and held on tightly
as he brought worked for his dick in me for another half-hour, eventually
bringing us both to another sensual climax.

He pulled from me, rose to his feet and helped me in a kneeling position in
front of him.  "Get that tongue of your busy Cub Boy cleaning up your
Master!" When I had cleaned him up to suit him, he turned and headed for
the bathroom and said. "Come along, take a shower with me Cub Boy and I'll
clean that spunk out of you the old fashioned way this time so you don't
drip skeet for hours and wet your clothing on the way home."

He adjusted the showerhead and spray of warm water so it flowed over us
both and turned me so my ass was up against his groin and slipped his dick
up into me again. As we stood with the warm water flowing over us, I felt
his warm piss fill my insides until my stomach was looking pregnant. The
warm fluid sent shivers of bliss through me with his arms around me playing
with my nipples and sucking on my ears, neck and shoulders.  He then pulled
his dick from my bottom and told me step out of the shower and flush it
down the toilet and return to him to be soaped and rinsed.

"Well Cub Boy, I think that's just about all the training for today." You
dry off, dress and get on your way today. Tomorrow morning, you come
directly here by 9:00am. You know what to do when you get here - strip,
clean out, and come to me only after you are ready for your training
session. Be on time young man or you will get a taste of some serious
discipline. Again, do not jack off or play with yourself or I will have to
fit you with a chastity belt. I want you nice and horny for training. Oh
yes! You can start calling me Master Jake now Boy. Thank Master Jake for
today's training session and off you go!"

"Sir, Thank you Sir for everything you did for me today! I promise to be on
time tomorrow morning. I look forward to being with you again Sir.  Bye
Master... Master Jake Sir!"

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