Date: Sun, 14 Sep 2003 19:29:51 -0700
From: Bert Carley <bertcarley@goldrush.com>
Subject: Cub Boy Training #2

I have received quite a few positive responses and some very hot
suggestions for this story, enough to stimulate my own juices to continue
with this fantasy. I don't work off an outline, or think too far ahead as
I write. I let my dick guide my character development. I figure, if I can
get myself hard writing, being a dominant guy, I may be able to harden
you guys up too talking about hot boy pussy in the first person. In my
fantasy, I play the roll of Master Jake! Enjoy! Oh yes, practice safe sex
guys!

bertcarley@goldrush.com

Cub Boy Training - Day 3: Recycled Beer High: Please, not the Dungeon Sir!

That first morning Master Jake took my virginity. He taught me to deep
throat his big dick and popped my cherry ass all in one day. He disciplined
me when I did not follow his orders, letting me know who was my
keeper. Yes, I loved what he did to me and was back with him the following
morning letting him dominate and turn me on to him again. I had never
experienced such pleasure. He brought me to a point of total submission,
letting him administer a good deal of what he called Cub Boy Training. I
actually looked forward to continuing with my training when he dismissed me
the second day with an order to arrive a 9:00am the following morning.

When I arrived on his doorstep right on time, rang his doorbell, his voice
came over an intercom system at his stoop. "That you Joey Boy? Push the
button on the unit and answer me son, then release it to hear your orders."

"Yes, Master Jake. I'm here for my Cub Training Sir!"

"Push on the door when the buzzer sounds, come in, do as I instructed you
yesterday. I'll be in the weight room doing my exercises for another
half-hour, but you can come in and join me until I'm done. Be sure and
clean yourself as I did yesterday. Everything you need is laid out for you
on the bathroom counter." The door buzzed and I entered.

When I arrived in the weight room he was still exercising, actually on a
BowFlex machine and smiled as I entered nude, clean and tidy like he
instructed. Grandma had braided my hair into what she called a French Braid
this morning. "My! My! Aren't we especially young and beautiful this
morning looking like as pretty as ever with that fancy blond Braid. I like
it Boy; makes you look even younger. The younger, the better! Come over
here, suck on my sweaty body while I finish two more sets."

The minute I got within three feet of him my nose caught his scent and my
dick started to lengthen and expand. By the time I was leaning over,
sniffing, licking and sucking on his nipples, my dick was hard and sticking
up at 45 degrees, reaching for my stomach. I let it rub lightly against his
dripping torso. He felt what I was doing! "Quite the boner this morning
Boy! Hell, get comfortable, just crawl upon me and have the time of your
life rubbing my scent all over you. Come on, I know you want to do it.
Don't be bashful around me boy! That's showing your Master you like him
boy!" He only had to give his approval once and I climbed up on him,
wiggled, and literally swam on his drenched sweating body. I thought! Did
he ever have my number! He already knew from my reaction to him yesterday
what his pheromones, that strong male scent of his did to me.  This was
great! I was bathing my entire body against him and my dick was on rubbing
between us.

"Having fun Boy swimming on my sweaty body?" His dick too had hardened and
was rubbing against my ass cheeks. He paused a moment, then said. "Really
turns you on doesn't it son? Nice, getting me excited too boy. You are
going to make Master Jake a real hot Cub boy, just as I figured after
yesterday's session. You are a natural Boy, born to worship a real man,
especially a ripe one!" Fuck that feels good! I do not know what I was
doing, but all of a sudden, he said, "Don't you dare start getting
effeminate on me, or I'll beat every ounce of the girlie out of you! You
hear me Boy! I do not take to screaming faggots. If I wanted a girl, I
would get one!" I naturally stopped whatever I was doing after that
comment. "Now get to work on those nipples as I taught you yesterday boy
and do it right! That's it boy! Good! YEA, REAL GOOD!"

He continued pulling on the cables, completing his sets, then grabbed a
plastic bottle of lotion that was sitting on the floor. He covered his dick
with the solution and stroked a few times. "Now ease back and slide your
ass over my dick boy and work it up inside you. You are going on a wild
stallion ride now while you're all slick and turned on to me.  Your hearts
going a mile a minute son, just purring like a kitten for me this morning!
Perfect time for a horsy ride; it will imprint you right to the core! You
will never be the same again! Slide back over me now, get a good taste of
this wild stallion's loins.  A good hard ride in the saddle this morning
should imprint you just fine as my jockey boy." I did as told, knowing I
wanted to make this man under me happy, not really understanding everything
he said about imprinting, what ever that was. All I cared about at that
moment was getting that dick of his into me and feeling like I did
yesterday again. I had craved that feeling within me all yesterday and
through the night, starting shortly after he pulled from me and discharged
me for the day.

I eased back over the pony and down into the saddle. "That's my boy, now
start out at a slow trot for awhile until you get comfortable in the
saddle. Put your feet in the stirrups so you can control your mount." He
lifted each of my feet up on to a side bar on each side of the equipment so
I had the ability to lift and fall over him as I slid down his shaft. Oh
yes, this was what I wanted. The feelings mounted inside me. The minute he
saw that I was enjoying the ride, my head back, my eyes rolling, my mouth
open, he pulled me forward and held me around the waist flat against
him. The pony turned into a wild stallion, bucking and snorting, pounding
flesh. I knew I would loose my mount and go flying straight over his head
should he loose his grip. The combination of rubbing on his dripping torso
and his stallion pounding my insides was doing a real number on me. He had
me screaming with delight. Hell, this was not just a stallion in motion
mounted firmly to his mare in heat; it was a pile driver sinking a pier
into bedrock. That fucking stallion got me off twice, then dumped its' jizz
into me before he stopped and let me melt into him and shiver with delight
licking and sniffing his wet mane. We came down slowly together, caught our
breaths and he shook me back to reality.

"You are one hot fuck boy! Tell Master Jake how you feel now Cub Boy!"

"Oh Master Jake, I feel all warm inside, outside and I want more, lots more
Sir! You taste and smell so good too sir. I could just lick and nibble on
you forever. Master Jake, I love this feeling!"

"You make me proud of you boy! Now get off me son, clean me up with your
tongue, and we can get started with your training this morning. I like my
boys in shape with nice smooth bodies, lean, toned with nice muscle mass. I
cleaned him up good, from pits to toes. My juices mixed with his sweat, a
winning combination. The smell and taste was sensational, all salty and
juicy. We are going to get you in top shape Cub Boy. Lay down here on the
BowFlex like I was and we will start you off slowly to build up those
muscles." He readjusted the machine and had me doing sets of about four
different routines before he gave me a break. My muscles were aching
already. "Hurting a bit yet Boy?" I responded, "Yes Sir!"

"Well boy, every day you will be doing this routine for me until we get you
firmed up to my liking; so get use to it. Give me two more sets. I did!
"That should be enough for today. We will sit in the sauna for awhile so
your muscles can relax or you will be all stiff and sore later. We will get
those muscles working every morning boy! No pain, no gain!"

I followed him through a door off the weight-room. We had entered a sauna
room, complete with a tiered bench. He poured water on a pile of rocks in
the corner and immediately steam started to fill the room raising the
temperature instantly. "Just lay there and let the steam relax you boy,
I'll be back in a bit to join you. If you want more steam, poor more water
on the rocks." It got hotter and hotter! The steam had formed a dense fog
as I drifted wandering what he was doing. When he returned I had drifted
off to nana land and the sweat was poring off me. I awoke to find him
straddling me with his dick rubbing pre-cum back and forth across my lips
and face. As my eyes focused, he said, "Slide back and sit up with your
back against the wall." He scooted along with me on his knees, still
straddling me, until he had me wedged against the wall. "I brought you some
nice warm recycled beer boy so you don't get dehydrated. Now open wide and
I'll give you a nice big taste!"

He took my head between his two palms and pushed his flaccid dick in my
mouth.  Almost immediately a warm flow of his piss flowed, filling my
mouth. "Swallow! Drink it down boy, don't be fighting me and don't be
spilling it." I knew it was useless to resist with his thighs holding me in
place, his hands holding my head from turning away. Every so often he would
shut off the flow, pull back, let me catch my breath, then push back in and
the flow would continue. "You seem to be doing fine boy, never gagged
once." He squeezed off the last two shots and his dick started to
harden. As it expanded and lengthened, he pushed it past my gag center and
down my throat in one smooth motion.

"OK boy, get those throat muscles swallowing and milk it! That's it boy, I
know you can do it. YEA, just like yesterday! We were both sweating, his
dripping down over me in the heat. I just surrendered to his control of my
breathing, catching a breath when he would pull back and allow air to flow
to my lungs through my nose. That taste of his piss lingered on my tongue
as I lapped at the underside of his cock when he would pull back far enough
to give me air. "Now swallow hard boy! Get those throat muscles working on
this dick. I will give you your reward very soon! YEA! Yea baby - just like
that. Ready!  Here it comes, all for you Cum Slut!" He pulled back leaving
just the head of his cock resting inside my lips and I rolled my tongue
around the head. My reward came swiftly - a big tasty load of his skeet. It
was juicy, very tasty, especially mixed with the lingering hint of piss in
my mouth. He left it there so I could suck it dry and clean! I didn't want
to let go when he pulled it from my lips.

"That was awesome boy! Now, on your feet before we roast in here! He helped
me to my feet. I following him out dripping wet as he grabbed a towel and
wiped himself down. He tossed the wet towel to me. "Dry off Boy!" His
pungent scent filled my nostrils as I wiped my face. I just held it there
inhaling, obviously too long. "Dry off boy!" I came back to earth, dried my
dripping body and put the towel back to my nose. "That's enough boy, throw
it in that hamper and come with me. I followed him down the hallway through
a door. He flipped a couple of light switches and I followed him down a
flight of stairs. It was barely light enough to see. A rush of cold
surrounded me as my eyes adjust to the low light. I shivered! Light barely
reflected off the black walls. This place was as a dark cave. Hell, I
realized it was a dungeon, complete with every apparatus I had ever seen on
the subject on the Internet or in magazines.

I looked around and realized this guy must be into some very heavy kink,
the S&M stuff I had read just enough in magazines to know I wanted no part
of this place. "Oh No Mister, I ain't into this sort of thing at all. No
way!" I bolted, started for the stairs, but he tripped me and I went flying
into the banister. I was able to catch myself and hold on without going
face down on the cement floor. He had me by the braid and my arm in a split
second. He yanked my head back by the grasp he had on my braid and lifted
me to my tiptoes, spun me around and glared down into my eyes. "What did
you call me Fuck Face? Mister indeed! Well I ain't your Mister, and I sure
as hell ain't you Mistress either boy! I'm your Master, Master Jake, Sir to
you. Now, get that through your thick skull boy, and YOU WILL DO WHAT I SAY
BOY - UNDERSTAND!"

The tears started to flow and I was trembling. "Sir, Master Jake, this room
scares me! It is dark and cold in here. I feel like the devil is in here
waiting to kill me Sir. I thought you liked me Master Jake." I threw my
arms around him and held on for dear life, trembling and shaking with fear.

He lifted my head, firmly cupped in his hands. Our eyes locked. "I won't
let anything horrible happen to my little Cub, but this is the next step in
your training Boy. Don't fight me, I know what's best for you. You have to
put your trust in me and everything will be just fine. Now stop your
shaking and sniveling, I'm right here with you!" He held me to him and
rubbed my back and shoulders. His warmth spread through me, his familiar
aroma soothed my nerves. "Just close your eyes and breathe deeply boy." My
shivering stopped and he led me back into the heart of the huge dark
room. He led me to a large cabinet and opened it. He pulled a few items,
placed them in my arms and led me to a table still rubbing my back and
shoulders. I recognized some of the items; the others were totally foreign
to me. He spread them out over the table.

"Let's have a bit of fun now my little Cub and see what your made of son."
He buckled leather wrist and ankle bands with big D rings on me, attached
chains running from the ceiling and floor.  He pushed a couple of buttons
on the side of the table. Within seconds I suspended from the ceiling, legs
attached to the floor, spread eagle, my toes not quite touching the
floorboards. I was pulling and jerking with my arms and legs for release.
"Don't fight it son, you're my little Cub on take-off. Soon you will be
flying high!" He greased up my ass and a big butt plug. He worked it up
into my rectum until it popped in solidly to my chute. He attached a cord,
flipped a switch and it began to vibrate. It felt wonderful almost
instantly as it was working right against my hot button. I started to get
excited until he fit a spiked cage over my cock and attached it firmly. The
minute my dick started to harden and press against the blunt spikes I
flinched with pain. The speed and intensity of the butt plug kept changing
automatically, continuing to cause wonderful feelings up inside me that
kept getting my cock to expand and cause pain.

While that was happening to me, he attached nipple clamps on me and
suspended weights off each so when I moved the clamps caused pain to each
nipple. I was moaning with pleasure one moment, in pain the next. He
grabbed a feather and started rubbing it over the bottoms of my feet,
causing me to pull and yank at my chains. He stopped the tickling, but
attached a ball stretcher with a weighted pendulum that swung every time I
moved, stretching my balls. "I'll be right over here boy watching you, see
you don't hurt yourself. Just enjoy yourself for awhile while I make a
couple of phone calls son. The master needs to know your pain threshold."

Pleasure! Pain! Pleasure! Pain! It continued as I hung spread eagle in
suspension. I suddenly realized that the pain had disappeared, replaced
with pleasure, sheer pleasure. I was warm all over and working my ass each
time the dildo really kicked in and worked my jolly spot. My cock, my
nipples, my balls just felt numb, but warm and wonderful too. My ass was on
fire and I was moaning, humming and drooling with pleasure.

My master was sitting, talking on his cell phone, and watching me, smiling
at me as I started shouting his name. "Master Jake Sir, Master Jake! Over
and over I called his name until he finally finished his phone call and
walked back to my side and rubbed his hands all over my sweating body. He
gave the pendulum hanging off my balls a big swing, yanked on the small
chains connecting the nipple clamps to their weights. I just moaned and
squealed with delight, just like when he fucks me hard.

"You did well Cub Boy, take to pain just like I thought you would! Just
watching you in flight turns me on son. You are a natural Cub Boy! Now I
will give you your reward boy!" He loosened the buckle holding the cock
cage, removed it, then the butt plug and put it to my mouth. "Clean it off
boy!" I licked it clean. He left the nipple clamps and cock stretcher on me
as he spun me around. He held me by the hips and in one lunge his dick
buried, his balls pressed against my buns. Holding me by the hips with both
paws, he swung me plunging his dick in and out over that huge veined dick,
circling and massaging my little hard internal nut. "Don't you skeet Cub
Boy until I give you the OK!"  The pendulum was swinging wildly; the
weights on the nipples were bouncing. My every circuit was on overload with
lustful pleasure. I was ready to blow! It took all my effort to hold back
and wait for his word. He continued his assault until he finally pulled my
hips back hard and buried his dick to the hilt. He put his hand over the
end of my cock to catch my skeet. He commanded, "Shoot! Shoot now Boy!" Hot
juices sprayed up in my intestines as my ass muscles went wild milking his
big dick. Repeatedly he shot his jism, my sphincter muscle pulsating with
my rapid heartbeat.

He stopped my swinging and fed my skeet to me with one hand as he held me
tight up against him until he softened inside me. Then I felt the warm rush
of his piss flowing up into me until my stomach was sticking out, looking
as though I were pregnant. "Squeeze and hold it boy, you know the routine."
He pulled from me, took off the nipple clamps, the nut stretcher and placed
them back on the table. He lowered me back down on to my feet and removed
the restraints. "There is a bathroom and shower behind that divider Cub
Boy. Take the butt plug with you and clean it with hot soapy water. Use the
toilet, then take a quick shower and come back here and put all this stuff
back in the cabinet, including the butt plug. I'm making another phone call
while you follow my instructions."

When I returned and had everything put away he motioned me over to him
where he was sitting on a wooden bench still talking on his cell. He patted
the seat next to him, indicating for me to sit. As I did he put one arm
around my waist and held me close to him and smiled as he finished his
telephone conversation. He sat the cell down next to him, pivoted around
and lifted my head so his eyes looked right down into mine. He gave me a
big smile and said, "Cub Boy, you made me proud today! How was it for you
boy?  Tell me how I made you feel son!"

"Master Jake Sir, it was the best yet. Even my nipples and my balls were on
fire with pleasure after the pain went away Sir. You sure do know what you
are doing Sir! I am so glad you picked me as your Cub. It was awesome Sir!
"I put my arms around him and hugged him, my face buried in his chest,
deeply inhaling his wonderful aroma.

"One more thing Boy before we go upstairs and get you dress and off for the
day. I'm going to put this smaller but plug in you. You are to wear it all
the time for awhile. Only take it out to discharge, and then put it right
back. I sat a couple of little tubes of KY lotion there to take with you so
you can clean it and grease it up each time you have to take it
out. Remember, no playing with yourself and be back here tomorrow at
9am. Now bend over and let me get it seated into you properly." He lubed it
as I bent before him with my ass in the air leaning forward. It popped
right in with a pop. "OK! That should do it! Up stairs now, get dressed and
off you go until tomorrow.

Walking, especially walking up the stairs to the main floor with that butt
plug gave me a good feel for what it was going to be like having that in
me. I was getting another hard-on by the time I reached the main floor of
the house and slipped back into my clothing. After I walked the six blocks
home, I had to keep one hand in my pocket holding my hard-on from tenting
in my sweats. I knew I would have to put a jock strap on the minute I got
home or grandma would be shocked at my condition. Damn, how was I going to
keep from shooting a load wearing this thing? Oh well, sure felt nice
though, until I sat down at the dinner table that night and almost shot a
load right in front of grandma. Thanks for sweats and Baggies, I could be
safe from observation by prying eyes strangled in my jocks. I knew I had to
walk back to his house in the morning without underwear, but for now I was
doing fine, excited, but fine.

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Let me know if you still want to bust a nut with another episode of "Cub
Boy Training."  Otherwise, I will go on to big and better things I have to
attend to with my time.  Constructive criticism is acceptable! Email:
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