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Several Masters and Sirs on the web have asked for this story, so i thought i'd post it here. Respectfully to the Masters involved, i have embellished some. The names, dates, and places are changed to protect all involved. This is loosely based on a true story. Your constructive feedback has been great so far, more is very welcome at obedientboy4SIR@gmail.com. To all the Masters and bois who have emailed your compliments to date, thank you so much, this boi is very grateful.
Chapter Thirteen - Learning to serve never really ends...
The plane landed and several people including the Big-dicked Man exited. Before leaving, He leaned into me and pinned me hard against the seat. He shoved His big meaty hand down the front of my jeans and squeezed my balls hard. "Text me when you land, boi" He threatened, "or else."
He released me just as i thought i might scream out loud or faint. He chuckled, got up and left. For the first time in over five days, i was alone, completely alone. my mind was reeling. my thoughts went exactly where Master had warned me they might go - directly to the negative. What the hell had i gotten myself into? i questioned everything. i was lost and confused and a mess of unknown. i leaned against the window of the plane and quietly cried myself to sleep.
Once the plane was back on the ground, my boy-dick strained in its confinement - immediately reminding me of who and what i was now. i grabbed my phone and dutifully texted the Big-dicked Man and told him i was on the ground. i waited anxiously to exit the plane, checking my phone every few seconds to look for a response. Even just a couple of hours with my boy-dick locked down was driving me up a wall, i began to sweat - thinking of the days ahead. The cage gave me a slightly larger bump in my pants, but really not much more than would've been there with a cockring.
Finally, the little green light flashed on my phone - a text! i looked at it and saw that it was from Master. It was simple and direct: "I have paid this Man a lot of money to train you, boy. i see potential, He will bring it out. Obey him as you would Me. Text Me back if you're in. THIS IS YOUR ONE AND ONLY CHANCE TO OPT OUT."
Just seeing a text from my Master comforted me so that, i replied immediately and without hesitation, "yes Sir, i'm in, Sir, thank You, Sir."
Seconds later, as i was walking through the airport, my phone rang. It was the Big-dicked Man. i stopped in my tracks and answered meekly, "hello, Sir."
"Mens Room, end stall, naked, NOW!" He barked. i almost dropped the phone. He hung up, i looked all around me for the nearest Mens Room and followed the signs. By the time i got to one with an empty end stall, i barely had my boots off when the phone rang again. i practically ripped off the tee shirt and dropped my jeans to the floor, and answered in a low voice, trembling "yes Sir."
"Fold those clothes, boy. Do not disrespect the few shreds of clothing I allow you or else they will all disappear, forever." He barked. i held the phone close and folded the clothes. my boy-dick was leaking. my confused mind was racing. Could he see me somehow?
"Kneel and wait, boy." He ordered a few seconds later. "Do not let Me get a bad report or I'll be there tonight to whip your boy-hole into a bloody cunt. Got it?" He asked. My mind instantly recalled the first whipping my boy-hole ever felt, just couple of days ago at the resort. It was sheer agony.
"Yes Sir," i replied, respectively, nervously. The phone went dead.
i knelt there on the hard tile floor for a few minutes, my knees were aching. Just as i was about to shift my weight, i heard boot steps coming towards me. my heart raced and a droplet of cold sweat trickled down my back.
A very tall, rough looking Cowboy opened the stall door, walked in, and locked the door. He didn't say a word, just pointed to His boots and leaned back against the wall. i immediately began to lick them clean, even though they were fairly shiny to start with. He leaned down slapped my ass and then rubbed a big fat finger across my hole. i shuddered and kept obediently licking the boot in front of me. my boy dick strained in the cage and leaked a steady stream of precum.
He grunted, reached down and pulled me up to my knees and roughly ground my face into the obscene bulge in His Levis. The Cowboy kicked my knees apart, wider and wider, until i thought I'd split; all the while holding my head tight to His bulge. With my knees spread so wide, my trapped boy dick and full balls were accessible and vulnerable. He kicked my nuts a couple of times and i almost reached down to cover them, but knew better than to move my hands from behind my back.
The Cowboy unbuckled His belt and unbuttoned the 501s. His big cock fell out, no underwear held Him back. It was a good six inches semi-hard and growing thicker by the second. He didn't need to instruct me at this point, i did my boy-best to swallow it whole. i sputtered and choked some, but soon got the full hard eight down my throat. He pinched and pulled my ears painfully as i worked His cock. i thought He was going to tear my ears off at one point, but i focused on my task and soon enough, He shoved His rod deep and grunted out four good volleys of cum, straight down my aching boy-throat.
He pulled out and splattered a sizeable fifth and sixth shot on my face. Then, He smeared it all over with His fading cock. i felt cum in my eyebrows, my scruffy beard and my neck. He rubbed it into my face with His big rough hand, like it was a moisturizing cream. Then He smiled, tucked His cock back in and buttoned up.
The Cowboy stood me up and backed me into the wall. i glanced at His face only briefly, mostly keeping my gaze respectfully lowered. He slapped my face a couple of times, twisted the hell out of my nips and then slapped my balls until i thought I'd pass-out or throw up. Just before that, He gave them a fierce tug downward. He laughed and then turned to leave. "Good fucking whore boy," He sneered and left.
i slid down the wall as He left and waited again. i looked over at my phone and after a few minutes the green light started flashing. The text from the Big-dicked Man read "good boy, get home NOW."
i quickly dressed and hopped on the train for home. i didn't dare wash the cum off my face, i just rubbed it in deeper. my tee shirt rubbed rough on my nips as the train jostled from stop to stop. i texted the Big-dicked Man to let him know i was on the train, He instructed me to stand in the farthest corner of the train. Boys never sit, those seats are for hard-working Men, real Men. He had me pick out the hottest guy on the train and instructed me to stare at His dick i looked around and settled on a construction worker with a decent package. i texted the Big-dicked Man to let him know; seconds later my phone rang and His voice boomed.
"Hello Sir" i greeted Him respectfully, in a quiet, low voice. He instructed me to keep my eyes on the hot Man and especially His crotch, while He explained the week ahead. It would not be easy. i was to strip completely naked in the hallway outside my apartment, before walking in the door. There would be tests of my mental preparedness for the humiliation of being a kept boy. There would be times when strangers would make use of my holes. There would be pain and suffering, but there would be learning. my reward would be a smile on the face of the Big-dicked Man when i reached His house on Friday nights. i would go to His house every weekend and leave from His house every Monday morning, sometime after midnight on Sunday. We had six weeks to get me into shape and then I'd be sent to my Master for inspection and adjustment. An email with instructions was waiting for me.
I listened intently. my boydick throbbed and strained in the cage. my eyes remained locked on the construction worker's bulge in His worn jeans. A wet spot formed in my jeans and i was clearly breathing hard. The Big-dicked Man explained that anytime a real Man addressed me i was to be obedient, respectful and help him out in any way that i could.
"For example, boy, if that construction worker was to notice you staring at His beautiful bulge and idly adjust it, a good boy cocksucker would smile gratefully and lick His lips. If He was to approach the cocksucker, it would not look him in the eye, it would keep its gaze downward and it would do whatever it was told with zero resistance. Follow him to an alley, get on its knees and suck His cock, let it fuck the boy-throat and use it for His explicit pleasure. Got it, boy?"
I was lost in a haze, thinking about the words He was saying, when i heard again in a loud voice "GOT IT, BOY?" i blushed crimson, i was sure the entire train heard it, but probably not.
"Yes, Sir, got it, Sir." i answered quickly as the train stopped. "Sir, this is my stop, Sir." i explained as i exited the train. The construction worker smiled in my direction and without thinking i smiled back and licked my lips. i jumped off the train.
"Stay with me, boy, walk to your apartment." The Big-dicked Man instructed me. i listened and walked the half block south. i told him i was unlocking the front door as i did and walking up the stairs to the third floor as i did. There were only two apartments on the third floor of the old house. i was pretty sure the other was vacant at the moment. In the hall outside my apartment, the Big-dicked Man demanded that i strip.
"Naked, NOW, boy!" He barked. i almost dropped the phone. i was shaking like a leaf. i took off my shirt and slipped off my boots and socks. i was so nervous and excited. i unzipped my jeans and lowered them. i had never been naked outside of my apartment. i was terrified that someone would see me. i was breathing really hard. The Big-dicked Man was laughing.
"Snap a pic of yourself, cocksucker, and send it to Me, NOW" He barked. i was never very good at these self portraits, but i tried. On the fourth try it looked OK and i sent it.
It seemed like forever before He said "Good boy, you may unlock the door and go in, boy. Remain naked." He hung up. i went inside. i set my bag down and felt some sense of relief. i was back home in my space, but clearly my head was in an entirely different space. my boy-dick strained in its cage. i booted up my computer and grabbed something to eat. It felt cool in the apartment, so i turned up the heat. i'd been naked here before, but just to walk from the bedroom to the bathroom. Suddenly i found myself naked looking around in my refrigerator for something to eat. i knew that if i didn't have the cage on my boy-dick, i would've been jacking it off already. The trip was that hot and somehow, i'd signed up to bring it home.
i grabbed a glass of water and a sandwich and sat down in front of the computer. In my email in-box was a minutes-old email from my Master. i was very excited.
Boy:
According to the Trainer, you're in the apartment, naked, and adjusting to your new life. This is how it will be for the next six weeks, boy: naked, slightly chilled, with a boy-dick constantly dripping precum. you will live in a constant state of horniness and arousal focused on one thing: serving Me. I've already invested in you boy and you did me proud this weekend, this is the next level. It's harder, more painful, and rougher. I want you to do this boy. It's what you were meant to do and moreover, boy, it's what I want.
you're confused and doubtful now, I know, but trust Me, boy. Master knows best.
There is no rest time in this program, boy. It has already started and it will be rough tonight. Tomorrow, Tuesday and Wednesday will be Hell. Thursday will be impossible and the Thursday night, you will be delivered to the Trainer' facility. It's a two hour ride and you'll be hoarse when you get there. Explain to your Boss that you're starting a new training program, you will be very sore. Tell Him you'll need Thursday and Friday off, but you will make it up to Him next week.
You'll be trained every waking and resting hour, boy. It will be difficult. You will have doubts and emotional outbursts, you may even try to get out of this; but I know you, boy. Master knows His bitch boy very well. you will never leave, and when you're here at My feet, you'll do Me so proud.
The Trainer will hold absolute authority over you (your body, your mind, your soul) for the next six weeks, there will be several Men to serve. My boy's holes will get worked over very hard, very often, and in ways it never imagined. There will be a lot of learning through discipline and corrective punishment. There will be tears, screaming, and many Mondays with a hoarse voice.
your pathetic life will change and you will feel better and more safe than ever. The fear and confusion you feel now will fade and be replaced with an attitude of gratitude and life of service. The things that confuse the boy now, like decisions about money and your job and your future, will disappear. Master will manage all of that and more. you will be healthier and more fit than you ever imagined, the boy will glow. It'll be like when a boy lets go of being in control and becomes property (the "it") of His Lord and Master.
Welcome home, boy.
Master
Within minutes of reading the email, i replied with my eager and enthusiastic joy, thanking Him profusely and promising to make Him a very proud Master. Seconds after that, my phone buzzed, and the Big-dicked Man was texting my next orders.