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Chapter Twelve – Learning to serve never really ends...
The alarm went off the next morning, way to early. my head was buried in Master's ripe and sweaty arm pit. As He leaned over to turn off the alarm, i instinctively slipped lower under the blanket, finding my place between His muscular legs and taking the head of His semi-hard cock between my lips. He rubbed my head gently and unleashed His morning piss down my eager boi throat. My boi dick stiffened as i swallowed gulp after gulp of delicious Man-piss. i thought, mornings after this will be boring as hell.
Master stoked my head and called me His "good boi," then proceeded to fuck my throat for all He was worth. Eventually He succeeded in shoving all eight inches down my throat, but not before i choked and spit up and nearly vomited His piss everywhere. i love my Master because He is relentless and determined. He wrapped one strong fist around my chain collar and the other planted firmly on the back of His slave bitch's head. i knew better than to resist and struggled to keep my hands together behind my back, while my throat was repeatedly raped. His brain shattering face slaps only added to my resolve to satisfy His every desire.
After a solid fifteen minutes of face-fucking He pulled back slightly, groaned, and then shoved the spurting, giant, stalk of cock deep into my neck. He unload a good six or seven shots of cum. Most of it went straight into my belly, but the last couple of shots flooded my mouth. Damn, it was tasty. i slurped, licked and sucked that beautiful cock clean. After a bit, He shoved me out of the bed and told me to clean up.
i ran to the bathroom, cleaned my boi-cunt out and brushed my teeth. My lips we red and puffy, like a genuine cocksucker, my throat was raw. My ass-lips were tender from all the fucking the day before and my hole was a little sore. In general, i was exhausted, but still completely horned up and eager for this weekend to never end.
But, alas, it was over and reality sunk in when i went back into the main room and Master had suitcases on the bed. He had me present, snapped a leather ball-stretcher around my sore nuts and then clipped the training clamps to my nipples, all the while explaining that i needed to focus carefully on packing His clothes. He then sat in the lounge chair and ordered me around while i filled His suitcase and my duffel bag in the precise order He wanted.
After five days, the stretcher and the clamps were still painful, but i had learned to work through the pain. He was so incredibly sexy, sitting there all Man – muscle, morning sweat, and a hard gaze. By the time i finished, He was full fledged hard again. It was a god-cock.
Per His orders, i wrapped up His cock, we'd gone through a box and half of Magnums in five days. Once wrapped and lubed slightly, i lowered myself onto him. i felt every inch of the eight stretch my tender hole back to its "good boi" position – wide and open.
"Damn, boi, this cunt's gotten loose this weekend," He taunted, as He stood and lifted my little body with him. With one strong arm around my waist He carried me over to the door and opened it up. A beautiful morning breeze swept into the room. He never let His cock leave my hole or my feet touch the ground. A true exhibitionist, He wanted the other Men to see Him fucking His bitch one last time. And fuck me, He did. If my hole wasn't loose before that, it was a sloppy cunt after. i did my boi-best to take it, to squeeze what ever muscle i had left to satisfy this god-cock raping my hole. A few Men catching an early flight home stopped by the door to admire Master and His work. Several of them slapped my face gently in a kinky good-bye gesture.
Eventually Master grunted and shot His last load up His abused and battered boi-hole. i did my best to squeeze His cock tight, never wanting it to be withdrawn. He leaned over me and gently nibbled on my ear.
"Fuck you're a hot boi," He said, before pulling out and forcing me to my knees to clean Him up. i carefully peeled off the Magnum, swallowed it's cream contents and licked His big cock clean. A high-protein breakfast keeps a boi healthy and strong.
He slipped on some shorts and we headed over to grab breakfast and to say good bye to everyone. Master sat with His friends and chatted while i ran and got Him His coffee and food. At this point, i knew exactly what He liked to eat and brought everything to His exacting specifications. He let me eat some yogurt and an apple and a bottle of water, at His feet, never far away.
Master said good bye to everyone, allowed me to express my gratitude to the Men and hug my boi brothers, including the hot UK lads, Simon and Jared. i was sad to say good bye, they were all so important in my learning. We cried a little in each others arms, but smiled widely when we parted.
Back in the room, Master removed His stretcher and clamps, then ordered me to clean up and dress in black boots, tight jeans and tight black tee shirt. After nearly five days of being naked, clothing felt incredibly restrictive and confining. He dressed similarly, His big cock snaking down the leg of His low-rise jeans. i hauled Master's bags to His car and packed them neatly.
As i made my way back to the room, Master was chatting with the Big-dicked Man. Both were smiling and laughing, but their gazes turned cold when i approached them.
"All packed up, boi?" Master asked. i answered quickly and respectfully. He pushed me to my knees and the Big-dicked Man pulled my head into His bulging crotch. His huge cock throbbed. i kept my hands together respectfully behind my back. Master squatted down next to me.
"you will respect this Man like you respect me – ALWAYS. Got it, boi?" He asked as He squeezed my balls painfully through my jeans. The Big-dicked Man roughly ground His cock into my face for added emphasis. Master unlocked His chain around my neck and i felt naked, instantly. "you'll need to earn this back permanently, boi."
"Sir, yes, Sir, Master." i said as loud and clear as i could. Master explained that the Big- dicked Man was going to be flying on the same airline as me and would see me to and through the airport. i was to follow His orders as if they were Master's orders. He explained that the Big-dicked Man was a slave-trainer and between Him and Master, i would transform into the pig, slut, slave boi i was born to be. He warned that it would not be an easy road. He turned my face to His and smiled.
i smiled back, knowing that my smile affirmed my deepest desires to submit. Master kissed me hard, choking me with His fat tongue.
"Behave, boi," He said, then He stood and i obediently licked His boots clean, until He kicked me and walked away.
i stayed on my knees and cried as He left me. It was painful to see Him go. He just took me through the most erotic threshold and started me down an amazing path. i had all of a minute to cry, before the Big-dicked Man reached down and grabbed the scruff of neck, yanking me to my feet.
"Get this fucking shirt off, boi, and put it in your carry-on, NOW" He barked. i complied quickly, nervously. i remembered what a sadistic Man He was and i was scared. Once my shirt was off He ordered me to present and then attached the most painful nipple clamps I'd ever worn, to my tits. They hurt so bad that i was sure my tits were bleeding, but they weren't. My whole chest felt electrified and on fire.
"Grab your bag and get in the shuttle out front, I'll be right there. Sit in the backseat and save a spot for me, next to you. Clear?" He barked.
"Sir, yes, Sir." i answered and ran to the gate with my bag and carry-on. The tit clamps jingled and dug in hard as i ran. The driver opened the door and i thanked Him and said that i was expecting someone to join me. He just grunted and nodded. i made my way to the back seat and waited anxiously. Master's car was long gone from the parking lot. Tears ran down my face. Other Men loaded into the van, i didn't notice who.
"Jesus, boi, pull yourself together," the Big-dicked Man admonished me as He got in and sat next to me. "Pants down" He ordered. i unzipped my pants and pushed them to my ankles. He grabbed my balls and squeezed them hard, i squirmed and grimaced, knowing better than to cry out. Between the agony on my nipples and the gut wrenching pressure on my balls, i soon forgot about my sadness.
The drive to the airport seemed like forever. The Big-dicked Man all but ignored me and my struggle. As we pulled off the highway and onto the airport road, He released my balls and unceremoniously unclipped the tit clamps. i thought I'd pass out. My body shook all over. The Big-dicked Man just laughed and told me to get dressed. i pulled my jeans up and grabbed my tee shirt out of my carry-on and slipped it on. Outside the van, i hauled the Big-dicked Man's suitcase along with my duffel bag into the airport.
Inside, He informed me that we were on the same flight home, but He was getting off at my lay-over point. i immediately did the math in my head and realized i had about 3 hours max, with him. i wasn't sure that was good or bad.
After we checked in, He told me to go to through security and wait for Him in the restroom (last stall) near our gate. i was to be standing in the stall completely naked, with my clothes in my carry-on. i was hard as a rock going through security and with the tight jeans i was wearing, there was no hiding it. The TSA guys totally checked me out, but i made it through without incident. i grabbed my belongings off the conveyor belt and headed for the gate and Men's room.
Once inside, i found the last stall, it was a big handicap stall. i immediately stripped and got nervous. For the first time in days, i questioned the sanity of what i was doing. Could i be arrested? i was beginning to really worry, when suddenly the Big-dicked Man came into the stall.
He calmly ordered me to present and face the wall, which i did immediately. Pulling my arms back, He pushed my boi dick and abdomen against the cold tile wall. i could hear Him fumbling in His carry-on for a minute and then He turned me around and worked very quickly to put a clear rubber plastic device around my boi dick. He later explained that it was called a Birdlock chastity device and it effectively kept me from getting hard. It was pliable and fit snug, holding my balls and cock out slightly. It was secured with a small metal padlock, the key to which, He kept on His own key chain. i immediately missed my boi dick. It was now effectively out reach, like my Master.
"That should take some getting used to, boi, but it'll keep you focused for sure. Now get dressed and meet me in the gate area. Sit on the floor next to me, in your place." He told me in a calm even voice. Then He left the stall. i scrambled to put my clothes on.
I was slightly surprised that the chastity device didn't really make my jeans bugle much more than they already had, but it was clear that i looked like a slut displaying a big package. Afterall, the device was a cockring basically, and then a container after that. i didn't have time to examine it closely, i hurried out to the gate.
I saw the Big-dicked Man sitting in the gate area, near the windows. i joined Him and sat on the floor near him. It didn't seem unusual as the gate area was relatively full. He leaned forward and, in a low voice, explained a few things about cleaning my dick and putting lotion on it to minimize chaffing. From where i was sitting, His bulge looked obscene. i remembered back to His room and His huge cock, easily more than ten inches of intimidating power. He rubbed my head and brought me out of my momentary trance.
"See, boi, the device is already working. You're focused on My cock, the only cock, right now. Good boi." He commended me and rubbed my head. i felt my boi dick stir, but it had no where to go. The Big-dicked Man was right.
Sitting on the floor wasn't easy, the chastity device pulled my balls and dick forward in an odd way and i had to adjust my position a couple of times before figuring out how to sit right.
"Sit still, boi," He admonished me, "I have a lot to tell you. Focus on my cock and listen to me, carefully." i looked at His crotch and i could clearly make out the outline of His cock arching to the right in His tight jeans. My mouth naturally salivated and i wanted it. "good boi, now listen," He said. He went on to explain that He lived in a city to the north of me, about an hour by air, three hours by car. He said He knew that i lived alone and that my job took me to His city regularly. In order to accomplish Master's desires, we would have regular weekend sessions for the next 12 weeks. Master would be communicating with us both and expecting regular reports, complete with video inspections. Other Men and bois would be involved in my training. Some modest body modifications would be involved including a rigorous workout routine, piercings, and tattooing – all according to terms that Master and i had agreed on earlier.
The whole lecture made me so horny and hot, i could barely wait to start. i needed His cock and was contemplating asking Him if we could go the Men's room for a quick blow job. But, the gate attendant announced that we would begin boarding soon and there was no time.
"I can see you're pretty horned up, boi," He commented, "you'll be climbing the walls in 24 hours." He thought that was funny. He sent me to fetch two bottles of water before boarding. i went to the nearest news stand and bought two. i got back just as we were boarding. i gave Him His water and kept my gaze appropriately lowered.
Somehow, He convinced the woman i was supposed to sit next too, to trade seats with Him and He wound up sitting next to me, close to the front of the plane. Once seated, He reached behind me and slipped His big hand down the back of my jeans. He roughly groped my ass as much as He could with making too much effort or really being noticed. To most passengers, we probably looked like a gay couple with His arm around me.
He leaned into me and told me to offer up my balls to Him, He pulled His hand free. i spread my legs as wide as i could in the seat and reached behind me like i was retrieving my wallet. A sizable precum stain was showing on my bulging boi package. The Big- dicked Man waited until the passengers around us had passed, then reached over and punched my balls hard. i buckled immediately and He leaned over me as if concerned about my well-being. But really, He was pawing and squeezing my balls like crazy. Just as i thought i would scream, He let up. My body was wracked with pain.
A flight attendant asked the Big-dicked Man, if i was OK. He told her, that i was. He explained that it had been an emotional week and i was weak, but generally OK. He asked for a blanket. i wiped the tears from my eyes and thanked her when she brought it. She smiled sympathetically and walked away.
Things were relatively uneventful as we ascended into the sky and settled into the quick three hour flight. At some point, i dozed off and woke up to the blanket covering me and partly covering the Big-dicked Man. My head was on His shoulder and He was reading a book.
Seeing that i was awake, He shifted the blanket and grabbed my hand. In an instant i had His cock in my grasp. "Stroke it, boi" He whispered. It quickly grew to full mast, more than ten inches of cock – not easy to conceal under an airplane blanket. The Big-dicked Man just kept reading His book, calmly.
After a good ten minutes of gentle stroking worship, He whispered to me to tuck it away, get up and go to the restroom. i was to quickly strip naked in the restroom and He would be in right behind me.
Now i was nervous, i didn't want to get kicked off the plane or have some violation. i travel for work all the time. i began to sweat. He could read me like a book. He reached over and grabbed my balls hard.
"Are you doubting me, boi?" He asked as His vise-like grip tightened.
"Sir, no, Sir, sorry Sir" was my response. i started to get up and He released me and let me out. i quickly made my way to the restroom, entered and stripped naked, neatly folding my clothes and setting them on the tiny sink. My boi dick strained in the Birdlocked device. Seconds after folding my jeans and putting it on the sink, the Big- dicked Man entered the tiny bathroom.
"You are an obedient boi, even if it does take a little persuasion, now and then," He said to Himself, pulling His monster cock out and pushing me to my knees at the same time. i struggled to accommodate Him in the tiny space, but soon had His big cock in my mouth and inching toward my throat. Roughly grabbing my head, He fucked my throat hard. He was primed for this and came relatively quickly, maybe in less than five minutes. Most of His load went straight into my belly, bypassing any chance for me to savor the taste. Once cleaned up, He stood me up and pulled a black marker pen out of His back pocket. He wrote His cell number on my abdomen and told me to text Him as soon as i landed. i agreed and He left me alone in the tiny bathroom. i locked the door when He left and got dressed. The flight was almost over.