I got home and jacked-off right away. I liked the way I was forced to continue after I came – I knew that made me a better sissy.

The next morning I awoke with the worst sore throat I'd ever had – I thought I had caught some kind of flu bug. I feared that I wouldn't be over it by Saturday, and certainly was in no condition to suck. I email Lee and advised him of my condition and said I was going to ask my mother to take me to see a doctor.

Lee must have been online when I emailed him, because he replied almost immediately. He told me that it was from my deep throating, and that was normal for the first time, and it would pass in a couple of days. He told me that if it wasn't better in two days I should go to a doctor, but if I went right away I might have to explain what had happened. I was glad I contacted him – I sure didn't want to tell a doctor what I'd been up to.

Sure enough my throat soon felt better and by the end of the week I was completely recovered. Saturday morning Donna picked me up and I was ready for another adventure. This time we went directly to her house, where I stripped down inside.

Lee welcomed me and told me that I'd be swallowing as many loads as I could take. He had fifty guys lined up, but I wouldn't have to suck them all. I was to suck as many as I could, but meanwhile others would jack-off and cum in my mouth. The girls would keep track of how many loads I swallow.

Lee said that once I was more experienced, I could probably suck off fifty, but I'd have to build up my stamina first.

There were twenty guys now in the room, each taking their cocks out. I dropped to my knees and began to suck one of them, while several others began to stroke. My blowjob was interupted when one, than another guy said they were ready to cum. I pulled off the guy I was blowing and each guy in turn put their cocks in my mouth and shot their loads. I swallowed and resumed the blowjob. By the time I'd started my seventh blowjob I'd swallowed eighteen loads, and my stomach was feeling funny.

Lee asked if I could continue, and I said I could. Shortly after I resumed sucking, two more guys were ready to cum and I took their load. Now my stomach felt seriously upset.

"You can stop now if you can't go on," said Lee, "Or you can continue, but you must not puke."

"I think I can finish the blowjob," I said, and resumed sucking. When my efforts were rewarded, I swallowed and my stomach tried to revolt. I felt myself starting to puke, but held it down, and when I did get a mouthful, I forced myself to swallow.

"I think I'm done now," I said, "But I need to rest."

Donna helped me up and told me not make any abrupt moves, so I could keep everything down. I reclined on a couch and rested. The girls reported that my limit was between eighteen and nineteen. Lee and Donna agreed that we should consider my limit to be eighteen, because I was still fully functional as a sissy after eighteen.

Lee told me I should rest awhile and then Donna would take me back. I asked if I could blow him and he said it would depend on how I felt. After about an hour I felt better and Lee said there were some things I needed to know.

He took me to his computer and brought up his website, where is proceeded to show me the latest videos and pictures.

I watched nervously as he played the video of me jacking off while blowing Tyrone, and then licking my cum from the shot glass – Nobody would see that as anything but totally queer. I knew I never wanted anyone I knew to ever see these. Then he opened a document from his computer. It had my real name at the top and a list of my friends, relatives, my school and my church, along with email addresses.

"How did you get this?" I asked, in amazement.

"The girls scanned your driver’s license and school ID on your first visit, then I had a background check run to get the rest.

"So what do you intend to do with this list?" I asked.

"We have 23 separate people and their emails," Lee replied, "who will not receive links to your videos and pictures, so long as you cooperate."

"So you are blackmailing me?" I demanded.

"That sounds so extreme!" said Donna, "We want to protect your secret, and you can help."

"How?" I asked.

Donna said, "By cooperating in your training and faithfully conducting the assignments you are given."

"And if I don't?" I asked.

"Then we are obligated to send out the links," said Lee.

It was blackmail alright.

"Okay," I said, "I understand about the training, but tell me about the assignments."

"In a few weeks, at the end of your training, a number of guys will bid on you, and you will be assigned to the highest bidder," explained Lee.

"So I am their slave," I said.

"I wouldn't put it that way," Lee said, "It's more like you provide a service you love to provide, and your boss will provide you a place to do it and provide support and safety. Some may pay you, depending on how well you perform."

I realized that I'd gotten into something with no way out. They had the ability to ruin me with just a few simple emails. I sure didn't like being in this situation, but all I had to do is continue doing what I want to do anyway, just with some additional guidance, which so far, I didn't mind. I decided to make the best of it – I had no choice.

For all practical purposes, the highest bidder would "own" me, and I'd be their sex slave. Lee made his money by luring guys like me with his posting and trapping them into servitude.

A few weeks later I belonged to Tyrone. There were eight men who bid on me. Tyrone had the highest bid of $3000, and I was glad to be his. He took me to his bar and explained my duties. He had strippers performing at his bar on Friday and Saturday nights and the horny guys needed relief. He set up a reserved men's room stall for me where I would blow guys who needed it. The only problem was getting away from home on Friday and Saturday nights. We worked out an arrangement where my parents would get a letter on behalf of my school (fake of course) offering me an opportunity to intern at a local business on Friday and Saturday nights. I would learn job skills and earn school credit.

Tyrone set it up so it looked really convincing. I was afraid my parents wouldn't buy interning on Friday and Saturday nights, but it looked so official they bought it. I could hardly believe it!

On Friday night I arrived at Tyrone's bar and got ready for work. Tyrone thought it would be better if I were naked, so the guys could see my small cock, and it made them feel more in control. I was ready to go about fifteen minutes after the strip show began. Some guys were ready for me after watching only a few minutes – they probably arrived horny. Others came in later in the night. There wasn't really a rush period – sometimes there were a few guys in line, but mostly they were spread out. I would suck about thirty a night, but since they were spread out, I wasn't really pushing my limit. By now I expected my limit was much higher, but I wasn't sure exactly where it was.

I made a point of always blowing Tyrone before going home. He told me that business had nearly tripled since I was there – guys knew they could count on getting drained, and it was a lot cheaper than a hooker. I was proud that I was making a difference, and really loved it.

I may have taken the bait from Lee, but was really hooked by the work!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)