Date: Tue, 29 Apr 2014 19:58:40 -0400
From: dave stout <dodge1191@hotmail.com>
Subject: Karl breaks me in, a new story

KARL BREAKS ME IN

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This story contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact between
males. As such it is homoerotic, designed for the entertainment of mature
adults. If you are not of legal age to read such material, or if the
subject matter would create any kind of personal moral dilemmas, please exit now.

This story's theme is best understood if you read Jerry Houseboy 1 to 3
first at
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/slave-instruction-vignettes/jerry-houseboy

If you like this story you might also enjoy the Story of a fun house at:
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/sorted-out-at-the-fun-house
and please remember I am interested in your thoughts.

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CAST: Karl, Master----Pat, the boy, me

Inspection and acceptance.

I don't know exactly when I noticed that I was a bit different from the
other guys. To be sure I liked sports, dirty jokes and beer but I wasn't
quite as excited by the ladies as my peers.

Well here I am, now in my twenties answering ads on Craig's list posted by
an older man seeking a male servant. We did the e-mail, get to know you
thing for a few days when I got an e-mail with his address and a terse
sentence telling me when to be there. He also included his impression of
who I was in this final "get-to-know-you" e-mail; it was jarring to realize
that it was spot on.

Karl's final E-mail to me: "You now know who owns you Cocksucker? That's
right you've admitted you're a cocksucker and you want to come to my house
to service me. As of now I own your pathetic ass and never forget it. I put
you in the place where you crave to be; simply at my command and totally
degraded. I'll soon take your manhood because as of now you have no
power. , Like all of your Alpha-male betters; I get off doing it and that's
why I'll do it to you. Always remember that I saw that I could control you
totally because I saw that in your secret mind you believe that you're just
a faggot to be used by men. You know you're true place is to be submissive,
dominated by a real man. You can't change it, because you're addicted to
it. When f our session is over you'll think of how embarrassed and
humilated you feel and know you're home. Oh, you'll surely feel the anger
surge inside of you. You'll hate me and love me at the same time. You'll
become ever more desperate for degradation and hate yourself for the
perverted, pathetic half-man you actually are. A man who ultimately must do
what he's ordered to do. You'll often find yourself yet again on your knees
with a cock in your mouth, your face crammed into the gut of another male
who's pounding his dick into your throat while using your masochistic mind
and faggot mouth to get his rocks off. And worst of all know in your heart
that you want it. You can't live without it."

"Think about what I've said; see you soon little Faggot, Karl"

His very frank analysis of how he saw me made me aware that I was actually
the submissive boy he wanted. There was no escaping it after reading his
e-mail. In the back of my mind I had always known that I was actually a
docile cocksucker who wanted someone to take control and use me.

I ruminated over this for a little while then responded simply, "yes Sir,
I'll be there on time as you requested."

He lived in quite a grand neighborhood outside of town. I wondered just
What I was getting myself in for as I rang the bell. "Come in, come in" I
heard from inside. As I crossed the threshold a stray thought went thru my
head; it was really erotic to be greeted so very normally at the door when
we both were so very aware of just why I was here and knowing that I would
soon have a mouthful of his cock. Karl was actually the perfect host,
friendly and solicitous.

As I was walking in I noted that the whole thing really was quite
different, the light was very dim in the large room and the rugs were soft
and plush. The most important difference was that Karl seemed friendly and
not at all like the stern guy on the internet who had ordered me here.

"Let me get you a beer son, here sit down." I noticed that he was wearing a
robe and there was a porno flick playing on the large screen TV on the
wall; it wasn't hard to identify the genre as hardcore as the scene was a
young guy being ever so slowly fed cock. it was well filmed and the
apprehension on the boy's face was very apparent.

I noticed a large colorful painting on the wall. It graphically showed an
ancient slave market scene with a bare breasted girl being closely examined
by a potential buyer who had his hand in her mouth as you might if you were
buying a pony. It was hung as prominently on the wall as if it was a
Picasso. He caught my gaze and spoke, "those must have been the days eh,
when you could just saunter down to an outdoor market and purchase the
slave of your choice. Once the deal was done the slave was owned by you
just like it was a pony or dog. I think you like that thought and that
painting." I must have nodded approval which triggered a little chuckle
from him.

As we both sipped our beer we chatted about last night's baseball and the
weather; it was all very innocuous as we kinda ignored that the reason why
I was here was to suck his cock.

Finally he smiled and said, "Tell me Pat, when did you realize that you
wanted to service a man?" The question shocked me and I kind of stammered
out a reply, "it's been in the back of my head for awhile Sir but lately
it's all I can think about."

"Don't worry it's all right, some guys are meant to be dominant and others
are happiest being submissive. These subby guys just have more of the
"girly" estrogen juice; it's nothing to be ashamed of; it just happened
like blue eyes or big feet. I'm going to try to lead you into a life that
will make you very happy but you'll have to let yourself go. You'll have to
listen and obey me without question. Are you willing to try that Pat?"

"Yes, yes I am Sir" I said.

"I've never had a novice as inexperienced as you are but I'm sure it'll all
work out, trust me. Let's begin by you taking off all your clothes, let's
see what I've bought."

Bought, bought what the hell did he mean by that, I thought? I stood up and
began to strip. I stopped when I got to my jockeys. "No Pat, you didn't
listen, strip means strip to totally naked."

As I stood there naked with him walking around me I shivered yet the room
wasn't at all cold. Being viewed like a potential slave while naked was
erotic and also just awful. The slave girl painting was in my head now.

"Open your mouth wide, that's it now stick out your tongue." He had his
hand in my mouth as his fingers stroked across my tongue. "I want you to
suck on my finger now. If you're to ever become my slave I want to see your
dedication."

I was more humiliated than I had ever been in my life but started to suck
on the older man's finger. I saw that Karl had a wide grin as he continued
to move his finger in and out of my mouth, over my tongue. After a few
minutes he added a second finger. I had never experienced anything like
this but was now learning what it was to be submissive to an Alpha-male
like Karl. The humiliation of it all was exciting.

After a bit he pulled his fingers out and smiled at me just as he slapped
me hard across the face; to say that it was unexpected would be an
understatement. I gasped with surprise as Karl still smiling said, "That
was just to show you where you are in the food chain son,"

With a smirk he said, "Bend over now Pat, that's right, spread your
legs. Now reach around and pull your ass cheeks apart so I can see your
little asshole. Not bad Pat, you've got a nice ass, almost like a
girl's. Ok that's enough boy, straighten up now. How did you feel when I
was looking at your private, little asshole?"

"I don't know exactly Sir, I'm confused; it was very humiliating yet it
made me tingle all over."

He answered, "I see your little cock is hard, that's a good sign boy, from
now on always call me Sir or Master and start thinking of me as your
owner. Got it boy"

"Yes Sir, I understand Sir."I said.

Karl said, "Your little cock looks eager so I guess you do like this kind
of treatment, it feels natural to you, good. Get on your knees now and see
how that feels to you." As I fell to my knees he told me to just imagine
what I would be doing in the future in this position.

He continued, "Now put you head on the rug and stick your ass up, that's
right, stick it out. I've always believed that this position most
emphasizes just what your cock slave status really is. Now it's time to
cuff you so you'll know just who you are owned by. Stand up now boy and put
your hands behind you."

My new owner proceeded to lock on leather cuffs and a collar. Each of the
cuffs had a large steel ring as part of it. When he clamped my wrists
behind my back I truly felt like a slave, this is what it must have been
like in ancient times when people were bought and sold like they were
cattle.

Karl used his soft, assertive voice as he said, "I like my boys to be
restrained most of the time, you have to always remember that being a slave
means having no choice except to serve and obey me. Most boys like you get
to like not having to make any decisions; it frees a boy like you to just
revel in the humiliation. Let me lock this collar on you now. In most cases
I'll want you chained with wrist and ankle cuffs. I've found that it's a
fact that cocksuckers serve best when their restrained. Of course your
hands will be free to serve me when that's required but it'll be my call".

As he rattled the chain holding the cuffs together behind my back and
locked my collar on I knew that this was where I belonged; I heard myself
actually whimper as I thought of that slave girl in the painting.

I had never before realized how helpless you are when your hands are locked
behind you. When he put a short chain between my ankle cuffs and I was
hobbled I truly realized what the word "restraint" meant. It was so much
more humiliating as you realized that you were firmly in the complete
control of another man.

"Go ahead walk a little for me boy. From now on you're going to be kept in
chains unless I want you free and loose." I knew that I must have looked
foolish as I did the little mincing walk that my hobbled ankles forced me
into.

Master Karl smirked as he spoke, "There are of course a few rules to start
you off on; I want you to maintain eye contact whenever you're being
handled or you're servicing me. If you are in a room and I enter then
you're to fall and prostrate yourself at my feet. When your told to get
into position for an examination then you're to stand with your legs wide
spread and if your hands are free lock them behind your head. In all of
these cases you're to lower your eyes unless you're instructed to do it
differently. You're to be my pussyboy for sex whenever and in whatever way
I want. Your body will be trained in all the ways that I like sex, oh yes;
there will be lots of training."

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To be a Cocksucker: "As a personal slave sucking your Owner's cock is an
absolute must. After all having a skilled cocksucker is very pleasurable
for your Master and pleasing him is always your only goal. Eventually your
mouth will salivate whenever you see a man's cock; your mouth will feel
empty without a cock filling it. Now I want you sucking me off quick so I
can evaluate your skill level, I'd like to get the top cream off anyway."

I did my best but Karl, my new Master, had to jerk off his cum into my
mouth, I couldn't make him cum with just my mouth. I could tell he was
disappointed but he seemed to at least understand that I wanted to be a
good cocksucker for him but I now realized that I badly needed instruction.

Master Karl quickly regained control of himself as he pumped three more
squirts into my mouth, he then just left his cock to rest on my tongue.  My
mouth is chocked full of a pleasant combination of warm jism, saliva and
hot cock. I manage to slowly get all the cum down my throat and eventually
he withdraws his cock; I marveled that it was still mostly erect.

Karl visibly relaxed as he just sits there for a while, his balls resting
just by my lips and his cock dripping on the rest of my face. "Did you
swallow son?" he asks.

"Yes, I did Sir."

"Good. Did you like the taste?  You better get used to it because man-cum
is going to be a big portion of your diet from now on. It makes little
difference if it's called cum, jizm or semen; for boys like you it's
tasting is the ultimate act of submission."

I stammered out an answer for him, "It was good Sir, it was very thick and
much tastier than I had hoped."

"That wasn't too bad a suckoff son, now you understand where you fit in the
grand scheme of things. It becomes a lot easier once you've sucked a new
owner off for the first time. The dramas gone and you now understand that
it's simply natural for boys like you to submit to servicing a man; it's a
fact that after all is said and done it's the natural order of
things. Hell, in every relationship there's a subordinate-submissive. Now
that you've tasted my cum you can let yourself go; you now know what you
are and that'll free you. Why don't you scrunch down on the floor now and
shuffle over between my legs? Rub my feet and I'll try to explain where
were going. You know that you're a cocksucker and a cocksucker must
absolutely submit to his Master, it all sounds simple but there's so much
more to it."

I lifted his leg and began massaging his foot. "Ahhh, that feels nice
son. Well now we know that you like servicing cock; that in fact you're my
cocksucker since you've enjoyed your first taste of my cum; now it's time
to train you to perform as I want. Do between my toes now then clean them
up with your tongue" he told me.

"That's very nice son, you know I always thought you would make a great
pussyboy when we first began conversing. Now I'm old enough to know that I
can get whatever I want just by going after it. What I'm after now is
frankly a body slave like those old Roman dudes used to use, in effect a
kinda house pet. They would take a young slave boy and train him to service
them in every way and I mean every way. If they needed to piss their boy
just opened his mouth, if they wanted their asshole licked the boy stuck
his tongue out. I kind of talked you thru sucking me off at first but I did
notice that you got a nice hardon and in fact you're hard now. Enough with
my feet, lick my balls for me now boy. Yeah that's it; show me how much you
enjoy being my cocksucker".

I was licking him as eagerly as a dog in heat by then. "Get down under my
balls now", it was then I found the spot right where his ass crack begins
and began to mouth and tongue him there. Gosh I have to admit that the
musky male taste and smell of crotch down there was wonderful, it was so
erotic.

"You know boy, this will work out great, I often have to cum a few times a
day and you're going to service my cock each time. Cunt is nice but broads
are so high maintenance. You have to romance them, talk nice and listen to
their endless chatter. With a pussyboy all I'll have to do is teach you
what I like and you'll perform. Fucking a cunt is great and I'll still do
it but a nice, wet warm mouth has a tongue in it to caress and worship my
cock. That's a skill set you'll eagerly be learning because it's what I
want."

"I'm kind of interested in what you think about all of this; I need to know
your innermost thoughts to train you properly. Were you excited when my
cock went into your mouth, what were you thinking?

I stammered and muttered that it was Ok. My new owner rewarded my reticence
with another very hard slap across my cheek. "Do what I ask, think and be
honest boy."

Through a quiet sob I responded. "At first I resented your even thinking of
me as that kind of guy, the sissy kind. It's not an excuse Sir but it's
been hard to wrap my head around not being an exactly "normal" man."

"What kind of guy, be explicit or you'll be punished and from now always be
completely honest with your thoughts." He said.

I responded, "Thinking of me as a cocksucker Sir, I was mad at myself for
seeing you as superior yet I felt this odd little tingling that didn't go
away when that thought passed thru my head. I was confused because I didn't
fight it, didn't really want to fight it actually. Once a cock was in my
mouth I just did what comes naturally; I didn't have to think about
it. There's nothing that has quite the texture of cock, I liked it. Once I
admitted to myself that I really liked my mouth being stuffed with cock I
realized just how humiliating this all was. It took a while to finally
admit that the humiliation was a big part of my new reality. You had said
in one of the e-mails that at some point I'd be loaned out to your "club"
and just thinking about kneeling in a group of guys while each presented
his cock to me for service made me hard. The idea of being watched veered
from awful to wonderful in my thoughts; I guess you could say that I'm
conflicted Sir."

Karl said with his sly little smirk;"I'm proud of you son, those deep
thoughts will eventually free you to be the cockslave you were born to
be. You'll come to see that your mouth is just another cunt, a cunt with a
tongue. The only reason cocksuckers like you have tongues is to enable you
to lick a man's ass and balls. Tell me again son, how did you like your
first taste of cum?"

Cunt mouth, he called me! I was insulted and yet excited by this talk I
thought as I answered. "It was better than OK Sir, at first I was scared
but it just shot into my mouth and I swallowed as you told me to."

"No son, that's not enough, what did it taste like, answer me honestly
now?"

"It was creamy and thick Sir, kind of salty, it was a bit like yogurt yet
yogurt doesn't spurt out of a cock; I can honestly say it wasn't anything
like I expected or that I've ever tasted. The cummy taste lingered on my
tongue for a while and reinforced my cocksucker status; I think I liked it
Sir."

Once again that sly smirk as he said, "That's good because you'll be
getting lots of it from now on, I like to keep my cock in a warm, wet mouth
most of the time and you'll be my daily cum dump. As I've said, what I'm
looking for is a body servant like the old Romans had; a docile cumslit who
knows that his place in life is ultimately on his knees before his
superior. In the old Roman days they trained a slave to serve all their
needs. Their boy would dress them, wash their bodies, suck them off, drink
their piss, whatever was needed. Is that for you Son, do you want to be my
cocksucker? Tell me what you're thinking boy."

"Oh yes, I want to be your cocksucker Sir; I know I'm not good at it just
yet but even so it feels right; I now know how much I need it."

"You've exceeded my initial expectations. You now have an inclination of
what it's like to serve a man. It's now time for you to fully service
me. It'll be another skill set for you; Open up your mouth boy."

I was too much into this new experience to stop now but what more could
there possibly be to "fully service" him. Sir put his hands on the back of
my head and guided it to his erect cock. "Don't put it in your mouth, lick
it, just get really used to it this time."

My mouth opened and I again felt the pulsing live prick of a man, now my
owner, on my lips. I started to lick, tentatively at first, then with more
passion. I began to move up and down on his huge meat using my lips and
tongue. "Ahhh, that's not bad boy," he exclaimed. "Now that I'm half hard I
want you to get completely used to it so take a good look at my cock, a
real close look; cock is going to be your favorite subject from now
on. Take your time get familiar from really close up. Get your face up here
really close to my balls."  I did exactly as he said. "No, get closer,
closer."

My nose was within an inch of his cock and balls when he once again grabbed
the back of my head and forced it in even closer. My mouth and nose were
touching his balls and gooey dick. "Now, take a deep breath and hold it
in."  I did the best I could with my face crammed into his crotch. The
sweaty, musky smell of man-crotch hit my brain like a super-strong drug. My
own dick suddenly became painfully hard.  My knees were hurting from the
floor but I didn't care. I took one deep breath after another before I
actually started to move my face around in his crotch, sniffing him good,
moving over every inch as if I was trying to capture all of his smells
without letting any escape. Sir took one of his hands off the back of my
head and positioned his cock so that it was lying across my face as I
continued to root around in his crotch.  I felt the sticky precum start to
ooze out over my forehead as I used my nose to lift up his balls and sniff
under one and then the other. Something clicked in the back of my mind and
I suddenly knew that I was in trouble, that I was truly hooked on prick.

Karl lifted his legs and smiled down at me between them. I didn't have to
be told what to do; I stuck my nose between his ass-cheeks and sniffed at
his asshole.

"How do you like that boy, be honest with me."

"It was awesome sir; the smell was just incredible.  I never thought
something like that could get me so turned on; I never even thought of
getting this close to another man's asshole."  I was mortified to be saying
those words, but even more embarrassed that they were the truth. Master
just glared at me for a few seconds before standing up and moving towards
the door. "I'm going to get something in my bag. You stay right where you
Are, son, understand?"

"I understand Sir, I won't move."  I realized then that his control over me
was growing.  He was only gone for a few seconds before coming back out
again with a small, black bag.  He rummaged around in one of the side
pockets then opened his hand to me showing me a tiny capsule and a glass of
water, "take this" he said.

"What is it Sir?"

"I'll tell you after you take it; you have to trust me, I know what's best
for you."  I was in way too far to back out now; I reached up and swallowed
the tablet down with a single gulp.

Karl smiled and said, "That was a popper pill son. It'll put you in a
really mellow mood. You'll feel all the usual sensations but they'll be
heightened and you won't be over thinking everything I tell you. It'll free
you of all your silly inhibitions and help you to become the cocksucker you
were born to be.

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Well boy, now it's now time you learn how to fully service a cock. Up to
now you've only played around mouthing a cock like you were a teenage
girl. Most superior men want to fully enjoy their cocksucker; it's very
pleasant to make a "boy's" mouth merely an extension of your cock. When
you're fully trained you'll be able to take a horse cock down your gullet
without gagging. I particularly like my cocksucker to take my cock into his
gullet so deep that he can tongue my balls. Don't worry boy, everyone has
to start someplace, you'll learn."

"This is a training bench Pat, notice the mechanism that raises it to a
man's crotch height and how narrow it is. Once the cocksucker-trainee is
strapped in and it's raised and tipped to a comfortable angle your owner
can straddle it and fuck your throat as deep as he wants, as fast as he
wants. It'll require your full attention just to time your breaths to the
cock thrusting in and out of your mouth cunt."

Master Karl was very solicitous about my comfort as I scurried onto the
narrow bench. He had me hang my head over the edge then raised it to put a
thin pillow under it. "You'll be training for a while so you might as well
be nice and comfy."

I was really apprehensive as he fastened the leather straps around me but
soon enough I was securely held in place. There was a little whirling noise
from the motor and I was moved to his crotch height and tilted down just a
bit.

"Ah that's so nice boy, it's so pleasant to look at a nicely trussed up
cumslut just resigned to waiting for my cock, nice and docile. Open your
Mouthcunt nice and wide for me now, show me the mouth you want me to fuck."

I opened wide and my owner ran his fingers thru my lips letting me suck on
them gently. "That's interesting boy, you're a natural at this; your little
cock is hard as a rock. I think you like this."

Master took his robe off and I could see his crotch from my upside down
perch. From this close and very vulnerable angle his prick head looked like
a club head. I was very nervous, very excited, very scared yet excited.

Master Karl smiled down at me as he said in his gentle, assertive voice,
"Open your mouth as wide as you can now boy, that's right. I'm going to fit
a mouth guard behind your teeth now. It'll keep your mouth open wide and
prevent you from biting down as I fuck your mouth to open up your
gullet. You'll notice that you'll be dripping copious amounts of saliva,
that's normal, get used to it.

Suck it a little now." "Well, what are you waiting for?  Get started
already!"  I painfully inched my head forward and my lips touched his
cockhead juicy with precum. With a sly smile Master grabbed my head and
slowed my descent saying, "Just lick it a while first. You'll need to
follow instructions if you are going to make it as my suck boy." I stuck
out my tongue and lowered my head further until it made contact with the
smooth, reddish skin that covered his cockhead. I immediately tasted the
salty funk of precum as I used my tongue to probe deeper and deeper into
his piss slit. I could sense that his cock was once again on the rise and
heard him let out a soft moan. I immediately tried to take the entire head
of his cock into my mouth but was quickly pulled off again and wacked
across my face.

"Are you deaf, boy? Look, I know you're eager for this cock, but you WILL
follow my instructions. I only told you to lick it and that's all you do
until ordered otherwise". After what seemed a lifetime to me he pushed my
face away.

"Open up now son, you've been wanting this all your sad little life haven't
you; it's what you were made for?"  I opened my mouth eagerly and
immediately felt about three inches of steely, hard cock slip into my
mouth. He smirked down to me as he just held my head there for a few
seconds, telling me how hot my mouth felt around his cock. Holding my head
firmly, he began to pump it up and down on his drippy man-meat going
farther and farther down on the cockshaft until the thick head began to hit
the back of my throat. I felt the urge to gag each time it plunged the back
of my mouth but he was determined to open my gullet and really didn't care
about my discomfort anymore.

Tears began to well up in my eyes, an automatic reflex when a person feels
they are choking. Through those tears, it was easy to see that at least
half of his cock was still outside my mouth. How far did he intend to go, I
wondered?

The answer came moments later when he pulled my face clear of his cock and
held it firmly less than an inch away from the angry, flared cockhead. At
this range the piss slit looked like the mouth of a canon. In my haze I
heard him say, "Take a long, really deep breath through your mouth son,
remember I know what you need."

As soon as he saw me begin to take a breath, he slammed my head
aggressively into his crotch, his wet, warm cock only pausing slightly as
it bumped into the back of my throat before sliding down the relaxed
opening. Of course, as soon as I realized what had happened my throat was
no longer relaxed. I was gagging constantly as he held my head down into
his pubes with my throat convulsing over and over around the thick invader.

Karl said, "That's it cocksucker, it's like your throat is trying to get my
cock off all by itself. I'm proud of you boy, your throat was made for a
man's cock, made to let a man sling his cum load down there."

Just as I felt that I was going to pass out he raised my head up long
enough for me to gasp for air.  I could see the thick, sticky strands of
saliva mixed with his precum gushing out of my mouth and down his thick
shaft onto his ballsack. The mixture was the consistency of heavy-cream as
it ran onto Karl's balls and slid down his crotch. Master Karl then
proceeded to thrust my head back down onto his shaft even though he had a
more difficult time ramming it past the back of my mouth and into my
throat, (he didn't have the element of surprise anymore) he still managed
to slip all the way inside my gullet until my nose was once again buried in
pubic hair. I couldn't help it, I gagged again, producing another thick,
white glob of mucus to lubricate his cock for each successive thrust. He
didn't hold me down on it as long this time before letting me up for air
and then plunging it back again. Soon he settled into a long, slow, deep
throat fuck, steadily in and out. I was beginning to get a grip on my
breathing, timing the breaths to occur at exactly the moment my mouth
cleared the head of his cock with a loud pop. He was totally in control,
never releasing my head for a second. I was very aware that he was using my
lips to jerk his cock off with!

I knew that spit and precum were everywhere, hell, I could see a thick
puddle of white, foamy saliva dripping off his balls onto the floor. He
continued his verbal chant commenting as well, "Yeah, now you're using your
mouth pussy like a true faggot, take my cock, take it all the way to The
root, boy! You've been dreaming about this for years haven't you? You were
thinking about a wet, big, cock sliding down into your throat all your
life."  I felt his thrusts were becoming quicker now and sensed a new wave
of swelling travel up his cock. I knew he was getting close.

"Remember how you fucking rooted around my balls, boy; Well, now you're
Going to get that ball juice right down your tight little throat, just like
you've always wanted.  Just feel my big, thick cock, the same cock that
will soon piss in your mouth is pounding your throat like its fucking a
pussy. Your throat is about to milk the sperm out of the nuts you licked
and that makes you hot, doesn't it?  Takes you right to the edge thinking
about tasting my cum load, doesn't it boy.  Well, slave boy, get ready,
here it comes!!!!"

Time actually slowed to a crawl as I felt his cock swell even larger as it
stretched my mouth impossibly wide as the first violent wave of cum
traveled up his shaft to empty far down my throat. Suddenly with
unbelievable quickness for a man in the middle of an orgasm, Karl pulled my
head awkwardly backwards and moved until the head of his cock was less than
an inch from my mouth. The cock shuddered again with nothing to hold it
steady and spewed a second massive load all over my face and into my
mouth. I was covered from my hairline down to my chin.  A third blast
coated my right cheek and quickly ran down to my chin, mingling with what
was already there and gaining enough weight to slide off onto the floor

I couldn't help focusing on the underside of his cock-shaft and noticed it
contract as yet another wave of his cum made its way to ooze out onto his
piss-slit. He suddenly yanked my head backwards even further and looked
down at me, smiled and spit into my open mouth. "Poor slave boy hasn't
gotten to taste any yet. Is that what you want, to taste my cum, your
Master's cum?"

I was well beyond embarrassment by now and eagerly nodded that I wanted it.
He shook my head roughly and set me straight. "I told you not to nod at me
use your mouth cunt to answer me son, tell me what you want!"

I replied, "Please Sir, I want to taste your cum so bad. Please don't waste
it. I didn't get to taste it in my throat, I need to see what it tastes
like.  I've done everything you wanted tonight Sir, please let me have it
in my mouth."  I was scared and excited at the same time; Karl was so
demanding, always in command.

He said, "Keep your mouth open boy, here it cums, just ENJOY!"

He held his still throbbing cock over my open mouth as he slowly milked it
finally just letting it sit there for a moment, temptingly, as his hand
kept the slit pinched off, staring at me, watching my reaction. After what
seemed like an eternity, he skinned his hand back and I got my first real
taste of his load in my mouth riling my taste buds. It was simply amazing.
The pent up cum ran out like a fountain directly into my waiting, hungry,
mouth. The taste was incredible and I knew that I was hooked, alas,
everything he had said about me was true, I was a faggot.  I wanted to cry,
I wanted to cum, I wanted to run away, I wanted to taste more of his cock
cream, all at the same time. I closed my mouth and moved the thick, creamy,
salty, cum of my new Master around with my tongue to coat the entire inside
of my mouth, savoring the musky flavor and heat of his cum. He began to
beat my face with his slimy cock, moving his cum all over my face before he
released the back of my head. I knew what I was now, yes, I was a
cocksucker.

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Karl released me from the "training bench" and oddly enough we sat down and
he went to the kitchen and got us some tea. We were both naked and after my
throat fucking session it kinda felt Ok, just normal now. Karl said, "the
tea with heal your throat a little. The first time a cock plugs your throat
is always traumatic and it takes some time for the spasms to calm down. I
have to say though that those spasmodic contractions really made my dick
feel good. As we go forward with this there'll be bigger cocks plugging
your gullet but you'll always remember me as the first man to fuck your
mouth like a cunt. As we proceed you'll have many more tasks to learn;
you're an eager cocksucker and I'm now sure that you're up to it.

We were in the bathroom; Karl had just finished shaving and turned and just
pointed to a place on the floor in front of him. I knew a command when I
saw one and scampered to squat in front of him, panting and admiring his
beautiful crotch. He gently lifted his half-swollen prick and pointed it at
my face. "Open your mouth son!" he said with a smile.  I don't know why but
I eagerly complied, afterwards I thought it out and concluded that I must
have secretly desired it.

As I stared open-mouthed at his cock he moved forward and laid the cockhead
on my lip, I felt rather than saw as it suddenly begin to spew Out a stream
of hot piss the first blast of which went right into my open mouth. It was
warm with a mild, acrid taste a bit like diluted grapefruit juice with salt
added. After the initial shock I meekly closed my lips forming a seal and
swallowed. Karl was very considerate and would spurt into my mouth then
stop long enough for me to swallow before again filling my mouth. After a
bit he stopped and tipped my face up; he had a wide smirk on his face as he
pissed in my mouth with one last stream. The combination of the smirk and
warm piss humiliated me into a deep shudder.

Karl said, "You make a good urinal son; that's a service you'll be doing
for me a lot. It's a very satisfying feeling to have a boy like you lock
his lips around my cockhead eager to serve me by drinking my piss. I'll
also be loaning you out as guests visit; it is after all is said a great
way to show a visitor respect by having his boy drink his piss. This is of
course your first experience and I'm sure you're not aware of the fact that
there's quite a ritual that's expected. An Alpha-male likes his urinal boy
acknowledge his inherent superiority by falling to his knees and extending
his tongue; the Master will lay his cock onto it and the boy is expected to
look up at Master's eyes as he lets out a short spurt of piss. You, the
boy, then he'll slosh the piss around with his tongue before Master simply
says "flush". At that point you'll swallow it down while all the time
keeping eye contact then close your lips around the ridge behind his
cockhead; you need to make a seal. The Master will then enjoy a relaxing
piss as you gulp and swallow his yellow-gold. This little scene is pretty
universal but some men like to stretch out the time while the boy has a
cock laying on his tongue before he pisses; it's a way to have the
urinal-boy become fully aware of his place on the food chain and the
Master's superiority. The waiting heightens the humiliation for the
cocksucker and that's always good." He patted me on the head affectionately
as he said, "You did an acceptable job for your first time son." I was so
proud.

Continued soon. Comments are welcome at dodge1191@hotmail.com