I 'm Ed, a middle school guy whose been dreaming of cocksucking forever, but haven't had the opportunity until recently. I know there are lots of guys who would be glad to let me suck them, but I don't want to be publicly outed, so I guard my secret desires carefully. Rather than offering blowjobs to guys I know, I've been trying to find strangers to blow.

I tried approaching guys in public restrooms at the local shopping mall, but everyone rejected me, calling me "jail bait". I guess I can't blame them, but I sure got a lot of rejection. I turned to online postings, which looked promising, but as soon as they found out my age, they told me to take a hike. For a few postings I answered I didn't tell my age, but when we met they got really pissed at me for leading them on.

Then one day I saw a posting that really caught my eye:

Are You Ready to Submit?

You know you have a need that can only be satisfied by submitting to a REAL MAN. Face up to it and contact me to take your righftul place in society.

A phone number was provided. I was excited by what it said, though I didn't really understand what he meant about "submission” but decided to call and find out. The call went like this:

Me: Hello, I'm calling about your submission posting.
Ben: This is Ben, but you can call me Sir. Who's calling?
Me: I'd rather not say
Ben: Then don't waste my time if you aren't serious!

He hung up on me. My heart was racing, but I really wanted to do this. I called right back.

Me: Hello Sir, this is Ed, and I really am serious, just very nervous about this
Ben: This is a big deal and may change your life. Are you sure you are ready for this?
Me: I think so, please give me a chance, Sir
Ben: Why do you want to do this?
Me: I've wanted to suck cock all my life but never had the chance, Sir
Ben: That's easy enough, make an offer to someone you know
Me: I'm trying to keep it a secret, Sir
Ben: I see, so you don't want your friends to know you are a cocksucker
Me: No, I don't
Ben: But you're willing to submit to someone you don't even know?
Me: Yes Sir!
Ben: How old are you?
Me: 13, Sir
Ben: Well kid, it's good for you to learn your place early, so I may be willing to work with you
Me: That would be wonderful, Sir
Ben: Okay Ed, but if you work with me, you have to do exactly as I said without hesitation – got it?
Me: Yes Sir!


Ben gave me his address, which was only a few streets away, and told me to come see him tomorrow immediately after school. He told me to bring an ID because he insisted on knowing who I really was. The next day I nervously went to his house and knocked on the door.

Ben answered and invited me in. I thought he was an adult, but he went to my high school. That made me nervous, but it seemed too late to back out now. I showed Ben my school ID, and he made me tell him where I lived. Then he made me tell him the email addresses for my parents. I really didn't want to tell, but he insisted, and I just didn't feel I could refuse him.

He told me that I could back out now, but if I proceeded, I wouldn’t be able to back out later. I told him that I was ready to proceed. Ben told me to undress, and then led me into another room. There was a video camera on a tripod. He started the video recording and stood in front of the camera and told me to kneel before him.

He motioned me to draw closer, which I did. He took a step closer, bringing his pants zipper nearly to my nose.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

"To submit, Sir," I replied.

"What do you want in return for your submission?" he asked.

"To suck cock, Sir," I replied.

"Do you want to suck my cock now?" he asked.

"Yes please, Sir, please let me suck your cock," I replied.

With that, he unzipped and took out his cock. He was soft, but it was really large compared to my boy cock.

"Now kiss it, and lick the head, but don't take it into your mouth just yet," Ben said.

I was so thrilled to be so close to another guy's cock I was glad to do as I was told, but soon I wanted more. "Please Sir, may I suck you?" I pleaded, but he told me I must be obedient, so I just continued licking and kissing. His cock grew erect, however, and as it stuck straight out at me I kissed the tip, and extended my tongue under the head.

"Look up here," Ben ordered and I did. He snapped a picture of me kissing his cock. I was nervous about that, not sure where pictures might end up. Soon he allowed me to suck him, and for the first time I had a cock in my mouth. He was big, and pressed to the back of my mouth, gagging me.

"Until you learn to suppress your gag reflex," he said, "I'll be training you to do so – it may be unpleasant, but a necessary part of your development."

For over ten minutes he pressed his cock to the back of my throat, gagging me repeatedly. This brought tears to my eyes, which Ben seemed to enjoy. "You've done a pretty good job of submitting," Ben said, "So you'll get your reward soon." He began to pump his cock in and out of my mouth – something I later learned was called face-fucking. He taught me that when he did that, I was to endure whatever he gave me, while keeping my tongue moving around his cock, especially the head.

Occasionally he would thrust deep, gagging me, but most of his thrusts weren't that deep. "I'm getting close," he said and told me to hold my mouth open. He pulled out and shot his load right into my mouth for a couple of squirts, then he deliberately shot on my face.

"That worked out well," Ben said, "It made a great video for me to share with my friends. Just so you understand how submission works, much of the time I will be making you do things you may not want to, but if you are good, I'll try to give you some of what you want too. Now listen closely and do exactly as I say: You are to let my cum dry on your face and not wash it off until supper time. Take the long way home to maximize your exposure. When you get home, I want you to write down the email addresses of all your friends and bring them to me on your next visit – understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I answered, "But I don't understand why."

"You don't need to," Ben said, "But I'll tell you some of it now, and the rest on your next visit. I want you to grow accustomed to wearing my cum in public. Some people may recognize dried cum on your face and know what you've been up to. If anyone asks you what's on your face, you must tell them that it's cum."

All the way home I feared I might have to confess to having cum on my face. I only encountered two people on the way home and they were strangers. One looked at me for a long time – I wondered if he knew.

When I got home I wrote down the email addresses of all my friends. I wondered what Ben would possibly want that for. On my next visit to Ben's, I gave him the list and he asked if that was all, and I assured him it was. "This looks like a good list," Ben said, "Now come take a look at this." Ben led me to a computer, where he displayed a web page titled, "The Submission of Ed", featuring a scan of my school ID, and a picture of me. He scrolled down to show a number of pictures of me kissing Ben's cock and sucking him. Finally he clicked on a video, which showed me sucking him and holding my mouth open while he shot into my mouth and onto my face.

"The reason for wanting email addresses for your parents and friends is to ensure your continued obedience," he said, "I'll be asking you to do some things you may not want to do, but you'll have to do them anyway – otherwise your friends and family will get links to this website, which I'm sure you'll want to avoid."

"Please don't do that, Sir," I pleaded, "I promise I'll do whatever you want."

"No need to promise," Ben responded, "You just need to do what I say, or you'll sorely regret it."

"Now for today's work," he continued, "Have you ever been fucked?"

"No," I replied.

"You'll be getting it in the ass quite regularly," he said, "As well as in the mouth, so I'm going to get you started today."

Soon I was naked and kneeling with my head down and ass in the air. Ben put something cold in my ass and told me he was going to open me up, which might feel uncomfortable. I was to endure any pain and not cry out until it was unbearable. He opened me up and soon it began to hurt, but I took it until it was just too much, then I cried out. Ben removed the device and said, "Well done – I was able to dilate you to 1-1/2 inches, but soon you'll be able to take much more – now lets check your depth.

Ben produced a dildo about an inch across and a couple of feet long and proceeded to slip it into me. I wondered how much I could take, but it soon hit bottom, hurting just a little. Ben removed it and said, "Your depth is currently 4-1/2 inches, but we'll work on increasing that as well. He explained that my current depth was limited by a bend in my colon, which would eventually be staightened out, so I could accept several feet of dildo. The point of increasing my depth was so guys with long cocks could fuck me "balls deep" without a problem. Guys who were well-hung could never penetrate a pussy balls-deep, so a receptive ass was always welcomed. I wondered how many guys I'd be taking in the ass.

Ben opened a box and got out a dildo about an inch thick with a taper near the base and a wide flare right at the base. He slipped it into me and I felt it hit bottom. "This is a trainer dildo," Ben explained, "You are to wear it as often as you can. It will stay in place and press against your colon, constantly reminding you of it's presence. From now on, you are to wear it whenever you visit me. As you are able to take more width and depth, I'll give you bigger ones. Ben told me to get up and walk, with the dildo in me. It seemed to move as I walked and would constantly remind me of its presence.

Each time I visited Ben he either worked my ass over with ever larger dildos or had his friends fuck me. I always tried to be as submissive as possible, and he would reward me by letting me blow him or his friends. Ben always made a point of giving me a facial so I'd be going home with dried cum on my face. I used to be self-conscious of it, especially when someone would ask me what was on my face. They were always total strangers, so I would just tell them it was cum. Some reacted with disgust, but one guy (Lee) asked if I was a cocksucker, and then asked me to blow him. We found a secluded spot behind some bushes and I was delighted to blow him. Lee became a regular after that. There was nothing kinky about Lee – he was just a reliable regular I could count on to feed me cum from time to time.

One Sunday Ben had me get into his car and take my clothes off. I worried about people seeing me naked but Ben just had me suck his cock while he was driving. Keeping down while I sucked him prevented my nudity from being noticed. Ben had a friend whose father ran a car junk yard, with over a hundred cars in various conditions in an enclosed area. The junk yard was closed on Sunday, but his friend had the key to open up, and when Ben arrived he drove in, and the gate was closed behind us. Ben had me get out and walk around naked. One of his friends had a video camera and was filming me as I wandered around naked.

Ben had something very kinky in mind for me, and his friends roamed the area looking for just the right car. Then one called out, "how about this old mustang?" Ben went over and agreed, so he called me over. The mustang had a long floor shift with a large round shift knob about two inches in diameter. He opened the door and rolled a condom over the shift knob and lubed it up.

"Okay, get in and sit on it," he said. By now I was accustomed to doing whatever he demanded, so I got ready to climb into the front, but first Ben and two of his friends got in the back seat. I got in and knelt on the two bucket seats, facing backward. I lowered myself onto the shift knob and pressed down. It spread my hole and then popped in. I could easily handle the two inch diameter so there was no problem getting it in. By now my depth capacity had increased, so I was able to lower myself eight inches or more, feeling the knob penetrate deep into my bowel. After Ben was satisfied that I had taken as much of the shift rod into me as I could, he and his friends took out their cocks, and he directed me to remain coupled to the shift rod while leaning over between the seat backs, sucking each to completion. By the time I finished sucking all three of them while Ben’s camera guy recorded every moment of my depravity, there were four more friends watching through the windows.

Ben and his friends got out of the car and looked for my next challenge, telling me to remain coupled to the shift rod until they released me. As I sat there, I reflected on the many things I'd done at Ben's command, all of which were documented and displayed on his website. If my friends and family ever saw it I'd never be able to show my face again, so I had no choice but to submit to even the most outrageous of Ben's demands.

After a few minutes Ben called out to me to join him, and I raised myself off the shift rod and got out of the mustang, wondering what Ben had in mind for me next. As I approached Ben, he led me around to the back of a pickup truck, where he had put a lubed condom on a trailer hitch ball. It looked to be a two inch ball, which was about the size of the shift rod knob, so it was no effort at all to sit on it. It felt really cold inside me, but soon my mind was occupied with the other friends I had to blow while sitting on the hitch ball. I just finished milking the load out of the first in line when Ben called for me to join him at another truck. "The last one was too easy – you can do two inches without even trying," he said, "Here is one that will stretch you."

He'd already put a condom and lube on a huge 2-5/16 inch ball – bigger than I'd ever taken before. I lowered myself on to it and felt it spread my hole open. As I lowered myself, I got the all-too-familiar feeling of reaching my limit, and knew that pain would soon follow, but Ben was determined for me to do it. I allowed my weight to take me the rest of the way and felt a sharp pain as the huge ball slipped into me. Now I felt a mixture of cold and pain as I sat there, but soon another cock captured all my attention.

As I sucked off four more guys the pain turned to numbness, but I knew I'd continue to feel it for several days. I knew my hole would be seriously gaping for some time after this. After swallowing the last load Ben told me to get off the hitch ball and kneel on the ground, head down and ass up. As I did, Ben spread my cheeks to show my hole gaping for the camera, add to the kink, dropped five golf balls into my hole. He then pressed my cheeks together as one of his friends put strips of duct tape across my cheeks, from one hip to the other to keep the golf balls from coming out. Ben and his friends finished their fun with me, so Ben told me to get back into his car and hold his cock in my mouth as he drove back. He had already cum twice in my mouth, and wasn't ready to go again, but wanted to be in my mouth to keep me submitting.

When we got back to his place Ben told me to get out of the car while I was still naked and go into the back yard. I was really self-conscious, worrying that I'd be seen, but luckily there was nobody in sight. As I reached the back yard, I saw a guy sitting in a chair on Ben's deck. As soon as he saw me, he stood up and unzipped.

I didn't have to be told what to do and immediately dropped to my knees and began to suck him. Ben soon joined us and took pictures of me. By now there was so much evidence of my perversion, that it didn't bother me anymore. I knew I had to do all that Ben ordered without question or I’d be exposed and my life would be ruined. Soon the guy came in my mouth and I swallowed.

"You got a really good cocksucker here, Ben," he said, and Ben ordered me to give him my cell number so he could text me with blowjob requests. By now I was the "on-call cocksucker" for several dozen guys, all of whom required my best work.

As the guy zipped up Ben asked, "Did you bring it?" He nodded and walked back to the chair where he was sitting. From behind it, he produced a bowling pin and handed it to Ben.

"I'll go easy on you for now since you've been such a good faggot today," Ben said, "You only have to take the small end up your ass for now." Ben had me stand while he removed the duct tape that was holding my cheeks closed. I thought the golf balls would pop right out, but my ass had tightened back up. While Ben and his friend watched, I was required to expel his golf balls. There were five in all, but only three came out. That meant that I had two remaining inside me, which I worried would be a problem and maybe lead me to an unwanted and very embarrassing hospital visit. Ben told me not to worry about it – they would come out on their own and I could retrieve as they did.

Ben set the bowling pin on his deck and lubed the tip. It was as wide as the large hitch ball I'd sat on, which hurt so badly – now it was clear that I had to sit on this as well. There was no point in protesting, so I knelt over the bowling pin and lowered myself onto it. My ass was already sore from today's abuse, but I knew I had to endure, so I pressed down until the tip popped in. It really filled me up but felt a lot better now that the widest part of the tip was in me. Ben and his friend smiled as my continued humiliation was documented on video.

I continued submitting to Ben and his friends for another eighteen months, enduring one humiliation after another and routinely being naked in public. Then one day Ben revealed that he was moving to another state, but I was to continue to service any of his friends as I'd been doing all along. He said he would be getting reports from them and if any were unhappy the website links would go out to my friends and family.

I continued to suck Ben's friends, and over the years most lost interest or moved away, so now, at age 25 there are only five left for me to suck, and I continue to do them at least once a week. It's pretty tame by comparison to when I was with Ben – these guys just want a good blowjob and aren't into domination.

I go to Adult Book Stores and suck total strangers there in the video booths, occassionally finding one who is very dominant, but none to match Ben. I often think of him as I sit on the bowling pin and jack-off to the memory of submitting to him, watching the videos that still exist today.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)