Training of Slave Bob

By Bob Johnson

Published on Jul 7, 2004

Gay

"Let's go, PussyBoy, you need your rest. Today was about multiple fucking and orgasms. Tomorrow will be about stretching. i will be exposing your ass to larger toys. You will probably have multiple orgasms again, as your realize the pleasure in a fullness you have never known. Perhaps I will even fist you, as I know you really want to be. Even back when you tried to deny your role as PussyBoy, you were jerking off watching boys get fisted. And tomorrow your dream will come true."

The words rang in my head as I thought of it. I had only been fucked recently and was scared at the thought of fisting. Sure, watching it always turned me on, but I didn't think I could take it. But I knew I had no choice. Of course Master would not stop until I was stretched around his wrist, way more that I had ever taken. And I knew I probably would enjoy it once I got over the discomfort. But I was scared. I barely slept all night, in fear of what was in store. Master left me to sleep without a plug; he wanted me to start from scratch and stretch more than I ever had. And I would let him.

Because he is my Master. And I am his PussyBoy.


Master woke me early in the morning. He did it in the most direct way; he slapped me in the balls, and then grabbed my cock and began pulling in a manner that left no choice but to jump up and follow him. He dragged me to the bathroom. Master laid me in the tub and ordered me to piss on my face. I thanked him and began to, but as soon as I started, he grabbed my cock at the base roughly as he screamed "STOP!" I was still groggy and confused by Master's orders.

"PussyBoy, you need to learn to control those muscles on command. You must realize that your cock has been way to free. You've been allowed to cum way more than a slave ever should. You need to learn to clamp closed on your urethra to keep from cumming, so we may develop the deeper anal/prostate orgasms that a slave should properly have without spraying your cum everywhere. That gives you an artificial sense of pleasure; I know you have the desire in you that will come with absolute control of every sense and reaction. Now clean this mess."

Master shoved his hand in my face. My pee had dribbled onto his hand. I cleaned it off, glad to have the circulation return to my cock, even if the need to pee was overwhelming. As soon as I finished licking my pee off his hand, he slapped me across the face very hard. I looked up in amazement. "That is for daring to piss on your Master. Slaves are meant to be pissed on. If you can't handle that, then just hold it. Every time you dribble like that, the punihment will only get worse as you've been warned." With that, Master ordered me to pee again. As soon as the stream hit my face, Master yelled "Stop!" again. I tried, but still a little got on Master's hand. Without saying anything, he had me clean him off. Then he grabbed my feet and pulled them back over my head. He gave ten hard slaps down onto the backs of my thighs, where enough of my ball were exposed to cause a dull pain to shoot through my gut. He let go of my thighs, and had me start up again. I couldn't, because of the pain in my groin. I only delayed a second, but Master slapped me across the face again. "I said Pee, PussyBoy. What, do those balls sting? In case you haven't noticed, I am fully in control of what I am doing. I know when my slaps withh sting and when they wil cause a dull pain that makes you forget your orders or loose your focus. If I was playing with your pussy, I could understand the confusion. But we are only dealing with pain and pressure in your cock and balls. In case you haven't realized, these are sensations that do not matter to me and should not to you either. The sooner you learn to totally ignore such sensations, the better. Especially when you realize those feelings are wasted on you. You used to pee when your bladder was full and cum when your balls hurt from fullness. Both of these are no longer true; as PussyBoy, your bladder is empty or full because I say so. You cum when I permit it, when you've earned it, not every time you feel the urge to cum because your balls are full or are aroused by what's going on. So spread your thighs [I did so and Master slapped me squarely in the balls, causing extreme pain.] Now pee!"

I knew better than to obey the pain, and immediately peed in my face again. Master yelled for me to stop, and this time I finally clamped well enough. But Master decided to fuck with me. He gave my cock a squeeze from base to tip, and some pee dribbled out. Master had me lick it, then again pulled my legs past my head and slapped my thighs and balls ten more times. And then he ordered me to pee again, which I did in spite of the pain. I finally had drained my bladder, but my crotch was still on fire. When I finished, I prepared for Master to piss on my face as well. However, he had other ideas. Master handed me a new harness and ordered me to put it on. It was different than the last one he gave me; It didn't simply holf my balls and cock against my thigh; it totally restricted me. It had an inch wide strap that went around the base of my balls, holding them out from my body. It then had a strap which pulled up between my balls, separating them. To this strap, Master attached what looked like a short leather cone. I soon realized its purpose. My cock fit in it comfortably when soft. However, any slight erection would force my cock into the narrower part of the sheath, making it more and more painful as it grew. With my cock and balls totally bound, erections nearly impossible. Master then handed me the enema bag. I knew I was in trouble. I had been using enemas for a year and a half. It had been the first object Master had made me buy as his cyberslave. I had never used it without getting an erection. I began sucking the nozzle as I always did, and I could already feel the pain in my cockhead squeezing into the tight leather. I carried on, fucking my mouth and then my ass with the enema nozzle, until Master released the fluid. My guts were soon full, but Master did not permit me release. In fact, he placed his foot on my bound cock and pressed down. Then he placed his foot on my belly and applied pressure, increasing the pressure and pain, and testing my anal control. I finally was allowed to go to the toilet, where Master had me hover and thank him before releasing. He had me repeat the process, but wait even longer before release. I thought I was done, but Master stood me up against the sink. Master placed his cock head at my anal ring, and pushed slowly in. He stopped when only the head was in, and I realized why. Instead of fucking me, he released the piss I had expected on my face. He filled my ass with hot piss, giving me a warm fullness different from any enema. Master allowed me to release his piss, and I thanked him. He then told me it was time to begin my anal training for the day.

"PussyBoy, today is the day your asshole will become a total, compliant, supple, and responsive pussy. You will be permitted to cum several times today, but you will truly earn each one. I will permit your first orgasm after you have earned it; this will be reached when you get to a plug larger than you have ever taken. You will work the first three plugs into yourself, then perform some chores, and then insert two more before being allowed your first orgasm. But first, show your dedication and trust. Finger your pussy and taste your fingers."

I did so, and tasted an odd mix of Master's morning piss and musty ass sweat. Master then reached one of his thick fingers and roughly shoved it into my ass, before swirling it around. He found my prostate and began to apply pressure, causing a painful semi-erection in the cock sheath. I looked up at Master and saw in his smile that he was enjoying the pain he was causing in my pathetic little cock.

"Amazed that that sheath is even tight on your sorry little cock. I bought the smallest they had, but still thought it too big to cause you real pain. Guess I underestimated you, PussyBoy. Now remember, no matter how good your ass feels, how full you get or how painful your erections get, you may not touch anywhere near your cock nor cum until the fifth buttplug is in. Now lets get started."

Master grabbed me by the balls, which were fully exposed and standing out from my body in the harness. They were still wonderfuly smooth from the work Kevin and I had done. Master dragged me by my swollen balls as I walked behind. He brought me up to the dungeon and placed me on the table on my back. He wheeled over one of the cabinets, and opened a drawer where plugs were lined up in size order. My eyes bulged as I saw the largest. At the widest point, it was wider than a fist. It did not seem like much of a sex toy, more like a cone purely for anal torture, and I had little doubt Master would use it on me before the day was out. I was still truly scared, but had dreamed of being fisted and had gotten off for so many years watching Bareback Boys and other fisting movies and satisfying myself with only a couple fingers in me. I needed to be stretched, to blow my mind with an amazing fulness.

Master laid me back on the cold steel table. He placed a spreader bar between my ankles and bound me to it. He attached the bar to a hoist over the table and pulled my legs up and back towards my head, leaving me totally exposed. Master handed me the first plug and turned on the cameras and monitors- one cam was aimed at my ass and others above the table captured my face and body. Master turned on the recording system, so he could capture all of the images. Master placed a tube of lube next to the third plug, making it clear I would not be permitted any until I got there. So I bean sucking on the plug and then pushed it into my asshole in one motion. My ass was still supple from the fingering and swollen from yesterdays sex, and I easily accepted the toy. Once it was in, Master noticed my painful erection forming. He grabbed my balls and pulled my body up as little, and spanked me five times hard on my ass cheeks. He then pushed on the base of my plug, rubbing it around inside my ass. He then pulled it out and handed me the next. This one was larger than the first, but still like what I had taken before. I licked it quickly, and then pushed it at my ring, which gave easily and it went to the bump with little difficulty. I pushed out slightly and took the rest. As it popped into place, Master shoved the first plug into my mouth, forcing me to taste my ass on the plug.

Master followed the same procedure, pulling at my balls, causing my erection to painfully grow in the sheath. He spanked me 10 times, bringing a pink glow to my smooth round ass. Master started to pull out the plug, but stopped at the bump and rubbed it back and forth in my ass, teasing my hole as the bump popped in and out. He finally pulled it out and handed it to me. I replaced the one in my mouth with this larger one, filling my mouth. Master shoved two fingers in, raching for my prostaste. He enjoyed watching me squirm in pain, knowing I could not resist an erection as he fingered me. He hooked his fingers in my ass and began lifting, forcing me to either lift my hips higher or have an unbearable pain in my ass and cock. Master thought I might have had enough for now, so he pulled his fingers out of my ass and placed the third plug at my hole. He didn't allow me to lick it; he just applied preesure at my hole and let my natural sweat and ass juices take over. I had to push out to avoid severe pain, but was soon full with the third plug. Master slid it in and out of me, working up my ass lube until it slid back and forth across the ring of my pussy. Master then lodged it in and pushed on the base, knowing the pressure was driving me crazy.

Master handed me my panties, then untied my legs and stood me up. I put the panties on and tried to follow Master. The plug filling my hole made this difficult, but I walked faster once Master grabbed my balls and pulled. I followed him to his chair, where he sat down. I began to lay on his lap, but Master first pulled my panties back down below my cheeks, pulled my boung cock and balls back between my legs. He laid me down, and started in on a firm spanking. After 25 strokes, he took a break from my cheeks and began slapping my balls, causing overwhelming pain. He then gave me another 25 smacks on my ass. He stood me up and pulled my cool, silky panties over my burning ass and instructed me to go clean the house. I went downstairs and cleaned up from the party the night before. I did Master's laundry. I was about to mop the floor, but Master walked in with a hand scrub brush. First he pulled my panties to my ankles and rubbed the harsh bristles on my sore ass and balls, then on to my nipples, causing them to stand up firmly. He then pushed me to the floor, my panties still at my feet. He filed a bucket and handed it to me, then watched as I struggled to crawl around the floor with my ass full and my panties restricting my legs.

I finally finished, and Master brought me back up the the dungeon.

"You've pleased me, PussyBoy. Now it is time for the next plug."

Master tied me to the table again, and handed me lube and the plug, to prepare filling my whole with more than it ever had.

To be continued...

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Next: Chapter 16


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