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Sensitivity Training Can Mean a Lot Ch. 02

By: JimAner



Note: This is a second chapter, and it would be best if you read the first chapter of "Sensitivity Can Mean a Lot" before you read this. 

Chapter 2: Training Day 1

With Kielbasa in the lead the boys left the copy room and entered the main floor of the section. It looked like any other office: a long hall with florescent lights and alcoves in front of doors to private offices. However in front of the office doors there were no desks; there were only wooden seats with shelves next to them holding computers and phones. Kielbasa explained that the boys sat on the seats to do their work and that meant that, "We cannot hide behind a desk when we work so that we remain totally exposed all day long." 

As they walked a bit farther, they saw one of the benches with a very large dildo attached to the bench and Kielbasa said, "Oh, yeah, sometimes you have to sit on one of those all day long. You get used to it, even when they make them vibrate. Its still just like pledging a frat."

As they walked along the corridor they began to hear the sounds of sex. It wasn't the sound of penis penetrating vagina, but more the slurping that comes with oral sex. As they got closer to Ms. Triches office door they began to hear, "Come on boy, you shot it up there, you clean it out. Lick deeper, get it all, yeah, that's it. Nibble there, yeah, deeper, deeper" and as she talked, she did so with breathless words. All of her words were moaned or yelled or moaned and yelled and as the boys got to her office door, they looked in briefly to see her riding Firehose's face. His body was positioned on his back on her desk; it was a large enough desk so that his ass was placed at the end of the desk with his legs over the side and his head still on the desk. The boys could see his crotch and torso but his face was buried under Ms. Triche. And then they saw her reach back as she continued riding his face and grab his dick and rub the head to get the post cum. She rose for a second off his face. "Lick it off boy, eat it all." She placed her fingers in his mouth and made him lick his own cum off of them, and then she once again ground her snatch into his face grinding away as he ate away and not so slowly became erect again. 

Perhaps it was against his will and perhaps it was the Viagra in action, but now for the fourth time in less than an hour his dick was ramrod straight. When she placed her hand upon his woody, she rose up and slid back so that she could ride his dick rather than his mouth. She was fucking his dick. He was not fucking her. She grabbed his head and kissed him deeply, and then bit his nipples hard. She bounced up and down more and more on his dick. Although the boys could not see it, Firehose's arms were tied to her desk, so he wasn't going anywhere. All of a sudden, Ms. Triche began to moan even more loudly, and finally wailed, "O Fuck, O Fuck, I am cumming, God I am cumming!" Firehose tried to continue thrusting, but she got off him, and said, "I am done. 

I will send one of the boys to let you up. I need a nap now." She was as good as her word, she sent Firebush to get him with the message that now he knows how his girlfriend feels when he finishes and just goes to sleep. His erection did not go away, and he had to head off to the football game with a hardon that, unlike when he was in high school, he could not cover up with his books or his hand in his pocket. But by the end of his stay here, he would be used to seeing wood and having wood. However, Kielbasa and were long gone by the time that Ms. Triche had finished however.

They had watched for a second or two and both had felt a bit of stirring down south, but they realized that they needed to get to the proper office or Kielbasa was going to get more than the ten strokes that Ms. Leister had promised. Apparently all of the other women who worked on the floor were watching the football game and deciding which boys they would be molesting later that night, so the boys were not interrupted as they walked to the main office. There were four women waiting in the office for them. Three were sitting on a couch and one was on what looked like a thick, comfortable padded chair. 

As Kielbasa entered he said, "Good afternoon Ms. White" to the women who was sitting on the chair. She was clearly the highest official in the group. "I have brought you your new employee." Ms. White was a flaming redhead with white porcelain skin and jade green eyes. Because she was sitting, it was difficult to see her body, but like all of the other women he had seen here, Jason could not help but notice that she had full and firm breasts. Her lips were pouty, but that did not make them any less sexy, and as she dealt with Kielbasa, he realized that she was going to be a no nonsense boss.

"Kielbasa, Ms. Leister informs me that you need to be disciplined for lying, and I will add ten more for keeping us waiting. You are to go to the discipline room, find the three paddles that you would most like used on you, and then strap yourself onto the spanking bench. You have two minutes to accomplish all of that and the timer on the bench will let her know if you were once again late."

Kielbasa headed off knowing where he was going, and Ms. White said, "Ok, boy come forward so we can get to know you." Jason walked forward his crotch directly at Ms. White's eye level. She extended her hand and Jason, thinking she wanted to shake his hand, extended his; his hand was slapped away as Ms. White then grabbed his penis. Looking directly at it, she shook it as if she was shaking his hand. "Very nice to meet you." she said clearly speaking to his dick and not to him. She then reached below and grabbed his balls. "Nice meeting your friends as well." She rolled his balls in her hands and said, "You boys are nice, very nice. I hope to get to know you much better. 

Now I will be your boss for the first week you are here. Ms. Jones will be your boss the next week. Ms. Smith the week after, and finally Ms. Johnson will be in charge of your graduation, provided you do graduate rather than failing out. Now, go introduce yourself to your other bosses." 

Jason, having learned his lesson, walked up to Ms. Jones with his hands to his sides. Ms. Jones shook his dick, and then began to stroke his pubic hair. "Very nice to meet you. I heard you were built like a beer can, and that is correct. I think that is your name, don't you Lolly?" she said addressing Ms. White by her first name.

Ms. White replied, "You should see it from this side. His rump is almost as nice as his beer can, but his name is Beercan. You will answer to that whenever you are spoken to, and you will only refer to yourself as Beercan."

Ms. Jones speaking to his dick said, "Do you understand that Beercan?"

Jason, no longer Jason said, "Yes maam."

"Then please introduce yourself," said Ms. White.

Beercan said, "My name is Beercan, maam." He realized that for the rest of the month, he had to stop thinking of himself as Jason, and decided just to accept his name change and everything else. There was a very large part of him that was getting very aroused by everything going on. Ok, so it was humiliating, and learning what women felt, when he had acted towards them as these women were treating him now, was causing him to be ashamed of himself. Nevertheless, looking down at the three women sitting on the sofa, looking down at their cleavage, their very ample cleavage, and their short skirts that were hiked up as they sat so he was looking at their supple thighs, he thought, "This really isn't all that bad. So this is why the girls wear short skirts and skimpy tops. I kind of like this attention, even though..." 

He continued to look at the women on the sofa as they sat with legs wide open, and Beercan could only think about the wonders underneath those skirts. 

Ms. Jones, who was now stroking and rolling her fingers in his pubic bush, was a blond,short but he could see she was quite curvy, with short hair and greenish blue eyes. As she continued to play with his pubes she said, "Very nice. Too bad there is such a forest blocking my view. Ladies, do you think he should have all of it removed?" 

Ms. Smith, who had bronzed skin, high cheekbones, hazel eyes, and chestnut hair, was sitting in such position that here eyes were glued to Beercan's pubes, and to her friend's fingers that were rolling around in his short and curlies. She stood up to get a closer look at his crotch, and he saw that she was tall and could have been a model. She placed her fingers into his bush and said, "No, I love a blond bush, but it is too wild." She moved her hand down to his cock and looking at it very carefully said, "But all this wildness on his shaft has to go. It gets in your teeth when you are sucking it, and it takes away from the view of this lovely piece of meat."

Ms. White said, "His ass is just wonderfully bare by nature. It is round and firm, no really muscular rather than firm," she said as she grabbed both cheeks and squeezed. "It still has a tinge of redness thanks to Ms. Leister, and that makes it so much cuter. So we don't have to remove anything back here. His back is also fine: broad and well muscled and not a hair to be seen. Lift your arms over your head boy." 

She continued while examining his underarms, "Nice bush in the pits. Boys should have hairy pits, but not hairy backs. He is fine back here."

Ms. Smith chimed in laughing, "Why don't we manscape his pubes into a beer keg?"

Ms. White replied, "That would be funny, but I don't think it would be worth the effort. Plus, I would rather use the bush to help direct our gaze to the man himself or his two friends, and I think that would just get the girls to look at the keg rather than the beer can."

Ms. Jones with her fingers rolling around in his bush and with her right hand stroking his dick. She began to draw an outline with her index finger and said, "We can make this messy area here a heart, and if we remove all this scraggly from his shaft and wax his nuts, that would look really good." Then with her thumb and index finger she drew an imaginary line around the base of the shaft of his penis and said, "And then we could shave off this area and make a smooth circle around the base of his dick. Nobody would be able to keep her eyes off that cock."

Ms. White now grabbed his cock and balls and said, "Walk," which Beercan had no option but to do.

"I must have said it a hundred times," she said, "Any women who does not know how to use her husband or boyfriends handle is just missing out on the best way to deal with a boy." They brought him into the back area of Ms. White's office and he saw what was obviously an old-fashioned Ob. Gyn. examination chair. 

"Ok, now sit down on the chair, schooch up and put your legs in the stirrups, and put your arms on the armrest." As soon as he did so, clamps went over his arms and ankles binding him in place. His legs were now spread apart so a woman could get in between them, and then his legs were raised in such a way as to bring them up to his chest. His butt as well as crotch and genitals were fully open to whatever might happen. A blindfold was now placed over his eyes, and he went into total darkness.

"Trust us," one of the women said, "You really want to attached to the chair. You make one wrong squirm when I am waxing your nut sack and you might loose them, and that would be a bad thing. And Ms. Smith is going to be shaving your bush, and you don't want her to make a mistake, so just relax and enjoy."

With that they put warm towels all over his crotch, and then he felt a wet hot mouth begin to lick his balls. The tongue went up to his shaft and then swallowed his manhood. He began to moan. Now some oil was rubbed on his dick and balls and a hand began to jerk him off. While that was happening, the same mouth took his ball into her mouth and began to roll them around with her tongue. She then went back to licking his shaft while that other hand began to play with his nipples and then another mouth began to suck on his nipples and another mouth began to lick his right armpit. Much to his amazement, Beercan was becoming fully erect. They continued playing with him for another minute or two when he heard Ms. White say, "Ok, he ready, we can do our measurements and get the bushy pictures."

Suddenly Beer can felt a thin strip of cloth going around the base of his dick and realized it was a tape measure. Ms. White's voice called out in amazement, "My God, it really is eight inches in diameter. I could see it was fat, but this is thicker than any piece of meat I have ever seen. From base to tip, it is also eight inches, so its not that long, but it really is huge.

"I really want to try it on," said Ms. Smith, "But we can't. We have to get to dinner on time. But can we hold off the pictures until tomorrow. I really want to ride him tonight, and as soon as the pictures come out there will be a line out the door of his room. He won't get any sleep and he will be worthless tomorrow."

Ms. White replied, "The four of us can ride him tonight, and then he can be public property tomorrow night and for the rest of his stay. Now lets get the before pictures." 

Once the pictures were done, the waxing and shaving commenced. Beercan went from sexual pleasure to pain and back again, because after each denuding they gave him five minutes of stroking and licking. After they shaved his base, they rubbed it with lotion and sucked his balls and nipples. After they ripped the hair off his ball sack, the once again stroked his penis until he was nearly ready to cum, when they began to clip and shave his base. Even though that did not hurt, they still gave him a bit of comfort by gently licking his poor ball sack. They waited until he was almost ready to cum when they stopped, took pictures of his newly manscaped crotch, and then removed his blindfold and released him from the chair. They had him stand up then and took him to the mirror so that he could also admire their work. He had to admit that it kind of looked cool.

Ms. White told him, "One more bit of orientation before we go to dinner, so walk over here to this spanking bench. We need to know which instruments we can safely use on your ass, and how many strokes we can use. If it is not enough, then we have to find alternatives to spanking, but spanking and paddling is our method of choice. Can you see how you are to arrange yourself on the bench?"

The bench looked almost like a motorcycle. He could see that he was to lie down on the bench stomach down. He could see that there was a space for his feet, and that when he put his feet in that space and rested his knees in the spots allocated for them it caused his ass to stick out and his dick and balls to hang down. He immediately realized that his ass was vulnerable and if they missed it, it would hurt a lot worse. When he grabbed onto the handles, they strapped his hands, biceps, thighs and feet to the bench. 

Like being on a motorcycle, his head was lower than his ass, but now they brought in another devise. It was a seat that was placed directly under his chin, and attached to that seat were poles on either side from which there were straps hanging. Ms. Smith now got into that seat and asked Beercan if he wanted her to put her ankles in the straps. He could only nod. 

Ms. White said, "Now I will be experimenting on how much you can take as I told you before. Ms. Smith will have her pussy in your face while I do it, and should you look up the other two ladies will be making out on that couch, making out and so much more, so that you will have all kinds of entertainments to enjoy, but all of those amusing things will end when you push the button to stop the spankings. I will begin with a hand spanking, go on to this ping pong paddle with holes in it, then a frat paddle also with holes, and finally a tawse or razor strop. If you finish your entire course, then I will finish with a soft lucky paddle. But here are the rules, push the button before the course is over, and all the other activities stop. Push the button much too soon, and we find other kinds of corporal discipline to use on you. Are you ready to start?"

He nodded and she slapped his ass hard. "Say yes maam."

"Yes maam." With that he saw the other two women lie down on a bed that was perpendicular to his face and much to his joy, Ms. Smith threw her legs into the air, and he was nose to snatch with a perfect pussy. He began to start licking her labia and chewing on her clit before once again looking up to watch the other women kissing each other deeply and then fondling their breasts, and then sucking their breasts and finally beginning to sixty nine. He went back to muff diving, and then watching the show and then muff diving. 

Ms White went from twenty hand slaps to the same number of ping pong paddle shots, and then to thirty good ones with the frat paddle, and she could not believe it but thirty with the tawse. Beercan felt none of it. She then began to apply the lucky paddle and the rest of the show ended; Beercan finally felt his ass and it was on fire.

Ms. White said, "Lets get this boy up. It is time for dinner. Beercan, when you get off the bench I will allow you to rub it once, but only once because covering your ass is as much against the rules as covering your crotch. You may have to stand at dinner, but you won't be the first boy who did."

Poor Beercan had not yet cum, and he was walking to dinner with a bright red and striped ass and a woody that would not go away.

Sensitivity Training Can Mean a Lot Ch. 03



Note: This is a third chapter, and it would be best if you read the first and second chapters of "Sensitivity Can Mean a Lot" before you read this.

Chapter 3: Training Day becomes Training Night 

Ms. White now looked at Beercan, and said, "The rest of the boys are heading for their showers before dinner. You will meet them all formally and now be instructed as to how you greet another boy properly. It is our version, the proper version of men shaking hands."

As left Ms. White's office and then entered the hall, the rest of the guys were lining up to head for the showers. TNA was in the front of the line, followed by Firebush, and then Firehose, who was still sporting a gigantic bone. No need to explain why he was Firehose. Kielbasa was at the end of the line, and there were five men in the middle he had not seen before. Even though he did not want to do so, the manscaping did its job and his eyes were drawn down to each guy's crotch. The one standing in front of Kielbasa, was the least endowed of all, normal but still.., Beercan realized that he had to be the man called Babydick. 

Beercan looked around. There were ten guys here including him, with at least six women counting Ms.Triche and Ms. Leister. He began to think, "How can they pay for all of this? Even if my entire bonus went for it, it would not..." 

He went out of his musings when he heard Ms. White's voice. She said to the line of naked men, "This is Beercan. He will be going down the line and you will formally introduce yourselves to him one at a time, and then head off to the showers. As you know, most of the resort's guests will be going home tonight, and we won't be getting a new group in until tomorrow night, which means that you will have the entire day off tomorrow. You can use all of the equipment, although you will be expected to continue your workout routines and play football and volley ball as if you were being inspected and rented out. You may use the pools, and the sauna without having to work. Even the staff will be giving you the day off."

The boys clapped and smiled, but thought, "Who'd thought I would be happy to get a day without getting my dick sucked, eating a ton of pussy, and fucking?"

She turned to Beercan and said, "But that won't go for you. Tonight you are going to get fucked so often that you won't be able to get out of bed until tomorrow night's welcoming party." The other boys laughed or snickered. Beercan smiled. 

"Thank you, maam," he said, and she just smiled a lecherous smile.

Ms. White now said, "Good, we have a whole group of nice ladies who want to give up their last night at the resort giving you boys a nice relaxing shower, and then take you boys to dinner, and finally take you back to their rooms. You boys are getting some very nice tips, all in cash, so you never have to declare it on your taxes. Now tomorrow night you will be getting a whole new crop of playgirls who will rub you sore, so play good tonight and then get your rest tomorrow during the day."

She continued, "Now Beercan dear, go stand facing TitsnAss, face to face, just about arms length apart." 

He did so, and she said, "Now look directly at his penis and testicles, and place your left hand completely around his balls and your right hand on the shaft of his dick and lift it up. Now, Titsnass, do your part. TNA now placed his hands in-between Beercans arms and grabbed Beercan's balls with his left and his shaft with his right. 

Beercan was terrified that he would now be forced to jerk each other off, but Ms. White continued, "You have spent all of your post puberty years treating women as if they were nothing but vaginas for your pleasure. While you are here, you are nothing but dicks and balls, tits and asses, tongues and lips, with no other purpose than pleasuring the women who are our guests. You must understand that when you are here your job is to learn that objectification hurts, but that it can be enjoyable to be a sexual being and to even be able to recognize that your own body really is beautiful and that what is between your legs is not your junk. Once you realize those things about yourself, you will be able to treat women as equal beings who like being sexual beings and lusted over, but not treated as if they are nothing other than parts to be used. Now hold each other and roll your fingers around each other's ball sacks, and rub each others cocks for a count of ten."

She counted ten, and then said, "Beercan, now get on your knees and carefully look at his penis. Memorize it." Ms. Smith had walked over now and put two fingers on TNA's dickhead and lifted up TNAs cock. She said, "Memorize the underside as well." After another count of ten, she said, "Carefully look at the balls. Look closely at them, now TNA turn and bend over. Spread your legs so that this ho can remember your very pretty ass, but also your family jewels from the backside. Now, TNA, it's your turn. Beercan, stand up, and TNA kneel down." The whole routine was repeated, and TNA was sent to the showers.

Beercan was not terribly upset by any of it – well he was uncomfortable, but he quickly realized that he was kind of curious what each guy was packing, but that he really didn't want to have sex with the guys, but dicks were interesting. It wasn't much different from pledging his frat. His first real problem came when he got to Firehose, because Firehose still had the erection that Ms. Triches had created but had not relieved. He had never touched another man's hard-on, not even in his frat pledging days. When he grabbed Firehose's dick he realized it had pre-cum on it and that Firehose was still leaking. Beercan quickly pulled his hand away, and he thought, "I am going to get disciplined for this," but just as quickly he heard the voice of Ms. Smith who was standing next to them as she had each time before.

"Your wiener is making a mess isn't it, and you know that you have to clean up your messes, don't you? Lick this boy's hands clean. Common son, put your hand up to his mouth, he knows what to do; he has done it before. He leaks a lot, don't you slut?"

Beercan felt weird, but did it and when they both felt that his hand was clean, he looked over to Ms. Smith and was told to put his hands back to where they were. And just as quickly he realized that they were wet again, and so he put his hand in Firehose's mouth yet again, but he realized just the act of cleaning him up was stroking him, which was causing more leakage. Ms. White realized it as well, and decided that the line had to move to get all the boys showered and have dinner, so she intervened.

"This is stupid Beercan, just beat him off. You know how to stroke a dick, you probably did it four times a day from the time you were eleven. Just rub one out for him. And Firehose, you will lick it up wherever it goes, even on Beercan."

Unbeknownst to Beercan, Firehose liked boys as much as girls and two strokes later a huge gob of spunk flew off and hit Beercan right in his chest, and a second later another gob landed right in his crotch with a dribble running down to his dick. 

Ms. White said, "Keep stroking boy and when he is finish have him clean you up."

After sucking Beercan's hand, Firehose had to get on his knees to lick off his crotch, and then his ball sack and dick. He was very thorough and did a long set of licks on Beercan's pubes before going to his chest. After all of that, Beercan still had to get on his knees and memorize Firehose's now soft genitals and ass.

The only other really memorable man in the line was Pegboy. He was huge, 6 feet 7 inches, and two hundred seventy pounds solid muscle. Other than his right arm that had a full tattoo sleeve, his skin was pale white with thick black body hair that looked as if he had pubes all over himself. All over himself that is, other than the area from navel to thigh, had been waxed smooth. The eye could not help but keep going back to the snake between his legs that had no pubic hair cover, and was relatively small considering the size of his whole body. 

But it was his backside that caused Beercan the greatest curiosity. First of all, each cheek of his ass had been shaven so that it consisted of concentric circles of hair and skin that made a target. In the shaven area underneath the center area, there was henna a tattoo that read, "Use you hand in the area above." In the next circle below it read, "Use a riding crop here. In the last one it said, "Use a paddle or strop here." But what was tattooed on the shaved out area of his back inner thighs was what stopped Beercan cold. On each thigh was a henna drawing of a large dildo with the words, "For best results, Peg four times a day," on one thigh, and "For best performance, keep it plugged when not in use. Use the big buttplug." Both dildos were angled so that they were pointing at the center of Pegboys bubble butt. There was also no question as to why he was called Pegboy, but it wasn't clear why they had picked him to be the one pegged to take it that way. It would be a few nights later that Beercan would hear his story, but for now Beer can just finished his examination and stood up to let Pegboy memorize cock, balls and ass.

Sweetcheeks was another football player type with brown hair, hazel eyes, and his happy trail had been shaved into an arrow pointing south and the rest of his bush contained shaved out patches also in the shape of arrows all pointing to his dick and balls. But the ladies were correct; it was his ass that was his more memorable feature. It was round and solid and each cheek had the side indentions that you see in the statues of Greek and Roman warriors. It seemed to be naked by nature, but Beercan found out that his crack had to be waxed during his shower time.

Beercan realized that all of the guys had amazing bodies, nice faces and were no more than say early thirties. Babydick had a small cock for this group, but it certainly was not really small. Lowhangers was another redhead: short with a gymnasts body, and Prepuberty or Prepubes was a very tall blond boy who looked like he probably played basketball. He clearly had no body hair other than a very small strip around his dick. Beercan had to look very closely to see any hair at all, and even then, he couldn't tell if that was really all he had or if they had shaven him that way. Beercan thought to himself, "That is the way I looked at eleven."

Grower was of average height, but had a wrestler's build with dark hair, and a dick that was much smaller than Babydick's cock. Later on Beercan would see his intake photos and measurements and see that fully erect he stood close to 9 inches. You really can never tell. Finally, there was Tits. He was a boxer with an amazing chest. Even with his completely shaven crotch and henna tattoos that read, "Look at my cock," you looked at his chest. Even when Beercan's right hand was encircling his prick, and even when he was on his knees memorizing his cock and balls, his eyes still went back to the mammoth pectoral with large nipples and large, dark areolas. 

Ms. White said, "Ok, you two, hit the showers."

When they got into the shower room it was quite different than it was when he, Kielbas, and Ms. Leister were there a few hours before. The shower room was filled with mostly older women, but a few in their twenties and thirties. They were all covered with plastic rain gear over their clothing. There must have been thirty of them, all engaged in shaving and showering the boys. Prepubes was standing at the cube pissing with a woman behind him holding his dick. Beercan heard her say to the woman standing next to her, who was holding Kielbasa's cock as he pissed, "Do you remember the film 'Personal Best'?" 

The other woman nodded and said, "Just like this. I always wanted to do it after I saw the film, but I never had the courage to do it with my husband. And in any case, these boys are far better looking than he was."

Ms. Green now announced, "Ladies, this is Beercan. He just arrived, so unfortunately, he will not be available for purchase for the night, but we will put him in the big shower area and he will be there for a good long time so that you may use him as you wish."

There was a scream, "my goodness, Jason, is that you?

"Beercan," said Ms. Green

"Ms. Wourtz," said Beercan.

"I had him in high school, 9th grade and 12th grade English."

Beercan started to cover his crotch when Ms. Green slapped his butt several times, and he dropped his hands.

Ms. White said, "Beercan, get your hands behind your back and above your ass."

Ms. Wourtz said, "Let me get a good look at you. I think you look a lot better this way than you did in even in your basketball shorts and shirt in high school."

As she walked towards him, Ms. Green showed her his full frontal with erection picture, his erection close-up, his erection measurements picture, and his taking a leak photograph.

Ms. Wourtz took the erection photo and placed it to one side of his crotch. She looked at him and said, "Wouldn't it be nice if you dressed this way in class? Now how do I get you to look like your picture?

Ms. White said, "He's all yours."

Ms. Wourtz handed back the i-pad with the Beercan nude shots, and she began to caress Beercan's beer can. Thirteen years ago, she had been a twenty-two year old new schoolteacher when Beercan was a freshman. He had a thing for her then and an even bigger thing for her when he was eighteen and she was twenty-six. She was still hot at thirty-five, and Beercan realized that he was now fulfilling the masturbatory fantasy that took him through senior year. He must have beat off to the thought of her holding him after class and making him do exactly this a thousand times before he graduated. He immediately found himself stretching to full size and his now erect dick rubbing against her plastic shower gear. 

Ms. Wourtz stepped back and Beercan was going to go with her when she said, "No, stay right where you are. Put your hands behind your back." She then looked him over, up and down for what felt like an hour to Beercan, but really was only a minute. She smiled and said, "I undressed you with my eyes many times, but this is so much better. Ok, now turn around. My memory is that you had a butt to die for." 

He turned around and she said, "It is beautiful, but it is red already. I would have loved to have taken you over my knee for a little student teacher discipline, but, and I have to go home tomorrow, so I will have to focus on that front side."

Ms. Triche walked over and offered her office. She said, "Since you are old friends, and since I don't think he can get into the shower for another half hour, why don't you take off your shower gear and take him into my office. I have a very nice conalingus chair you can use and then if you want to you can fuck him on my desk."

Ms. Wourtz took off her raincoat and revealed a schoolgirl outfit with a very short skirt and a haltertop with no bra. She was the epitome of cute: red hair and freckles, with a button nose and thick, sensuous lips. And then there were her tits, big and perky. "I have been teasing the older men today from the triple Prime aged beer section. A few licks in this outfit, a bit of handwork, a little rubbing up against the backs or fronts and when the are hard, off I go leaving them in their agony. But Jas... er Beercan, you are going cum a lot."

She grabbed Beercan by his beer can and they headed off to with Ms. Triche shouting out the directions. When they got there they went into the back office where they found something that must have been very familiar to the lady, but unfamiliar to the lad. It was like a padded high chair for an adult. The seat with a leatherback was about five feet off the ground. It was supported by four stout legs, and there was a wooden beam going across the bottom from the left front leg to the right front leg. That board had two indentions cut out in that board. She told him to kneel and put his knees in the cutouts. She then directed him to bend over and put his wrists on a bar that was in front of him roughly at chest high. He saw that there were marks that read, "wrists here," so he put his wrists here, and she pushed a button that triggered two clamps to spring out of the bar and immobilize his wrists. He started to get nervous, but she said, "Relax, this is not for s and m; this is simply a precaution to keep you from touching your dick. Remember around here, your body belongs to the women. I will make you cum when I want to make you cum; you don't have permission from me, at least not yet."

She now pushed another button that pushed his arm bar and his knee bar forward so that he was now sitting with his butt in-between his ankles, his arms back akimbo to his chest, and his face directly the empty seat. He realized in a second she was going to get into that seat and his face was going to be right where he had wanted it to be in high school. She got into the chair, but her crotch was still covered with her short skirt, and the she pushed another button which raised leg rests that spread her legs while giving them support, lowered the seat a bit, and moved it forward so that her pussy was shoved into his waiting face.

He did not need more of an invitation. His tongue went directly to her clit. He rolled his tongue around it. He bit it. He sucked it. He shoved his tongue in as deeply as he could. He tried to use his nose to rub her clit. He licked her pubic area, which she told him did not do anything for her, so he went back inside her. He did straight up and down licks. He continued doing tongue arounds the clit, and biting and straight shots as deep as his tongue could go. All he while, he was fucking air. As he thrust the air, precum leaked out and covered his cock, and dripped into a bowl below. 

Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, but was probably only ten minutes, she began moaning. She began to quiver, and shake and then began to scream. She said, "It's almost time to fuck you, but you have a mess to clean up first." She then pushed the button that raised the seat, dropped the leg rests, and returned him to his kneeling position. She pushed another button that brought his face down to the bowl that had been directly under his dick. 

"Lick up the mess you made." He understood that meant lick up any precum that had gotten into the bowl, but she was more interested in something else. His butt was now raised above his head and she intended to enjoy it.

"Remember your senior paper that you half-assed through. I should have made you take off your pants and boxers in the classroom and paddled you there, but this will do just fine now. Even belated discipline is good discipline."

Beercan was amazed at how turned on the thought of that made him. He continued leaking like crazy as she got one of Ms. Triche's paddles and swatted his still very red right cheek.

"What do you say?'

"Thank you maam, I deserved this for not doing my work well.

"That was even better than I expected," she said, "Now this is for all the homework you didn't do." She realized that his underbun was still white, so she swatted it and it made a loud crack. He yelped, and then said, "I am sorry that I did not do my homework. Thank you maam for disciplining me."

She swacked him four more times until she was dripping wet and ready. She pushed the button that let him go and helped him up, but not by his manhood this time, knowing that one touch would trigger an eruption. She took him to Ms. Triche's desk and tied him to it in the same manner that Firehose had been tied before. She then straddled him and pushed down on his waiting member. She was right, she was only able to go up and down twice before he came. She let him exhaust every drop, and then she went over to straddle his face telling him that he had to clean up every drop before he could stop. She had two more organisms before he was finished, and he was hard again. She was going to ride him one more time, when Ms. White came in and told her that she had to shower him for dinner now. 




Sensitivity Training Can Mean a Lot Ch. 03



Ms. Wourtz was nice. Once she got him in the shower she jacked him off, and when he asked to be excused to go to the bathroom, she held it for him and shook it off. She then kissed him and said goodbye. "If you ever come back to the hometown, I have a big secluded house, and you can spend a week or two with me and never have to worry about what to wear."

He smiled, kissed her again, and said, he would think about it. "For punishment, this hasn't been all that bad" he thought. 

"My entire high school beat off career came to life, how cool was that."

After a very good dinner, the boys were told once again that they were having the next day off. However, the new ladies would be arriving for their two-week holidays and that the boys would have to be there for their welcoming party, of course. 

Ms. White stated, "Other than Beercan who will be sleeping in the to be used bed, you boys will be sleeping in the group bed. There will be a goodbye party and you guys will have to do a stand on the bar masturbation session, but the women want to use the more mature men for fucking tonight. So you guys will be there just to jerk it and to be available should anyone change her mind and want single A prime beef rather than double A aged prime." 

With that, the boys were asked whether the wanted Viagra or Cialis, and each boy including Beercan took two tablets of his drug of choice.

Beercan was then taken back to the shower room where he was told to piss, and then he was internally cleansed much to his extreme embarrassment. He was told that once he got to bed, he would be tied in for the night, and while it was no big deal should he piss himself, it was a big deal should have to relieve himself from the back door. Nevertheless, throughout the entire ordeal his face was as red as his ass.

They brought him into the "for use room," and he saw a huge bed with four posters, but not like a regular four-poster bed. There were hooks and straps on each of the posts, and pulleys and chains and even a sling above the bed. The front of the bed had a spanking bench attached to it, and on the left side of the bed there was a St. Andrews cross with permanently attached arm, leg and waist straps. There was a stocks on the right side, and the walls were covered with paddles, strops, tawses, and crops. On the other wall, there were rows of dildos. 

Beercan was tied into bed on his back and he was relatively comfortable. The day had been so busy that he fell asleep instantly. He woke after an undetermined time to find himself blindfolded with knees next to his ears, a pussy in his mouth, and a tongue on his dick. As soon as he was hard, the body shifted and moved over to fuck his dick. As soon as he came, she went back to his face where he knew he had to clean her out, and she went back to sucking his dick until he got hard again (the Viagra was doing its job). She fucked him again, and had him clean her out, but this time she just left him with his hardon unrelieved. He fell asleep for an undisclosed period of time when he woke up to find a pussy on his dick and one on his mouth. He could hear the sounds of sex between those two women, and it turned him on even more than he thought possible. However, he lasted a very long time, and when he came, he once again was made to clean up his mess. One of the two women commented, "That was the best doubled headed dildo we have ever had."

It continued throughout what he thought must have been the night and early morning. At sometime, Ms. White came in and took off the blindfold and the restraints, and let him go to the cube. She said, "You did very well, you can go back to bed now and sleep through the morning. We will wake you to show you around the grounds and let you know what your job will be for the welcoming ceremony, and then what your job will be for the next three or four days. You won't be a whore until you have been fully trained, but it looks as if you are fine training material."



Sensitivity Training Can Mean a Lot Ch. 04



Part IV -- The Pegging Party

Ms. White woke him some time early in the afternoon. She said as she shook, him, "I wish we could keep you here. Look you have another bone. Amazing."

Beercan said, "Its just a piss hardon. Can I go to the cube?

Ms. White replied, "Dear, you can piss on yourself, if you choose. Lots of our clients would have no trouble watching that, or pissing on you. Remember that your purpose here is to learn to feel what women feel when you objectify them. You boys often say bros before hoes, but here the bros are the hoes, and you need to know that hoes do whatever they are paid to do and that is where you are now. You are a hoe. Now water sports doesn't turn me on, but who knows, you might find yourself in a golden shower or a hundred."

"Well, I think I would rather use the cube now," said Beercan. 

Ms. White said fine and took him to the cube. She had him shower and then internally cleansed him herself. Following that she took him to breakfast- lunch since it was at least noon. She made sure that he had several cups of coffee before and after his lunch, both of which were excellent. There were lots of things to like about this place he thought. After his meal, she asked if he needed to use the cube again, and the coffee had done its job, so he said yes.

Ms. White said, "Ms. Leister will meet you in there. While she does enjoy water sports, she has more important work to do. She is going to be training you for the next three days and explaining the protocols. We need you for a different service than we thought we would, and she is going to tell and show you exactly what, where, when and who you will be servicing."

As Beercan, and now he really thought of himself as Beercan, walked to the cube. Walking, no strutting, through the halls bare ass naked would have embarrassed him just two days ago; now he really liked it. He had always thought of himself as a player, but he had never been fucked as often or as well as he had been for the last, what was it, twenty-four hours? Whatever it was thirty days here were going to be a blast. Maybe some other guys didn't want to give up control, but everything that has happened to him so far had just been a turn on.

When he got to the locker room and stood at the cube the lights over the cube went on and Ms. Leister walked in the door. 

"Do you want to hold?" he asked as he began to piss.

"No," she said, "I would rather watch you do that hands on the hips flopping it up and down. I love watching naked men run and move and seeing their dicks and balls flop around, up and down and sideways. How many movies have shown women's boobs flopping around as they run."

She placed her hands on both of his ass cheeks now. "I love watching asses too, especially hard, firm, round asses like yours. She continued squeezing his ass.

He said, "I cannot pee if you keep doing that."

She laughed, "Get used to it. It will happen." 

He soon realized she was right and she was. She watched him and did not know why she liked watching men pissing, but she did. She thought that the glory of her job was that it let her have all the fun of being a man. Why did they call men who did what she did a player or a playboy while other women who found out what she did would call her a slut? Well, I don't have to buy into that nonsense she thought. I like objectifying these boys, and what is the harm if they learn their lesson. But I would like to play with this one for more than a month.

"You finished? Now shake that beer can. Flop it up so it hits your stomach. Swing it side to side. Oh, I cannot help myself," she said as she grabbed his root and began to shake it and stroke it. 

"There, that should do it," she said still holding on to it.

"That feels good in my hand."

Still holding on to his dick she said, "We need to have a conversation about your job for the rest of the week. I would tell you to come over and sit down, but you cannot in the condition you are in. There are only chairs here for women and plugged boys. So you are going to have to stand, at least for a bit, while we talk."

She walked out of the shower room over to her office all the while holding on to his "beer can." Needless to say, he walked along in pace. Since her office was the reception area, he realized that he was completely exposed to anyone who might walk in. It did bothered him a bit that he did not consider that a bad thing. He was actually enjoying this nude thing.

She sat down while he remained standing, but he didn't understand why he had to stand when there were so many chairs available. 

She looked him up and down several times, always ending on his crotch. Finally she said, "Normally you would be working in the office for the first two days you were here learning how to become the best fuck you could be. Like I said, you boys, you earn you keeps by being prostitutes. After we teach you all of the tricks to fully satisfy a woman, you would be sent to your section, "Prime AAA Meat" and you would play sports with the other boys in your section until you were selected by one of our guests who would buy you for an hour or a day and you would go off and satisfy her. You got a tip from your former teacher last night, but more importantly, you got a day off from the second month. In other words, remember that you signed up for a month of training with the possibility of it going two months. Her tip cut off one day of that second month. So for every day that you are a good boy and do what we tell you to do, you will take off days in the second month. Some boys are so good that they even get to go home after three weeks. But every time you resist, talk back or don't do what you are told, you add another day on to your sentence or you fail out of the program. But I have to tell you that many boys tell us to keep the tips so that they can stay longer." She said that with an evil grin as if to say, you know you can stay an extra month too. That would be just fine with me.

"But your introduction is going to be different. You see we have the luxury spa for women who want to buy the services of young men, but we also have the life style community. People that are into CFNM come here for vacations. We have a swingers group in this week in the lifestyle village that want to show their younger women how to peg their husbands and boy friends, and they have looked over our hoes and decided that they want to use you, Kielbasa, Firebush, and of course Pegboy, along with four of their members to demonstrate how it is done. Since the other boys have been fully trained on the art of getting pegged, as part of their second week's training session, it means that I get to train you personally over the next 24 hours. It also means that we will be going into the village to buy the toys that we are going to use, and it means that you need to meet at least with the steering committee of the society and their boys in order to prepare for the event. The event is for this society, but it will be open to anyone who wishes to attend and bring their boys, so you may be performing for over a hundred people or as few as twenty."

Beercan looked overwhelmed, and Ms. Leister smiled and said, "This is a lot, so let me explain a little more. All of the boys here get pegged, that is fucked by women with strap on dildos. You boys will never understand the female perspective until you have been fucked many times; you will never know why females fear rape as much as we do until you know both the real pleasure that comes from getting fucked as well as the real disgust of having to put up with it when you are forced to submit to someone who you don't want to fuck you. Pegging is a huge part of the training institute, but there are people here who are part of a CFNM life style. I will be taking you into the village so that we can buy you the dildo kit that I will be using to fuck you, and that will allow you to know what is going to go into you as well prepare the dildo that we will use for you in the big demonstration. See, we mold your fully erect penis, and that will be the form the dildo that I fuck you with when we do the demonstration. That means that I will be spending the next day opening you up and getting you ready for your show."

Beercan continued to stare. He was thinking, if I say no, it means that I lose everything at home. Can I handle this? Then he thought, shit, I had worse done to me by my frat brothers. Bring it and he smiled because better to have this beautiful woman fuck me than a linebacker.

She said, "I see you are intrigued by the notion."

She did not wait to let him respond. 

"We will be getting on to the tram that goes to the village in about ten minutes, but you cannot sit on the tram or anywhere else unless you are plugged. That means have a visible butt plug in."

She pulled out three plastic butt plugs from relatively small to large. "See how these have bases that will not only keep them for getting lost inside of you, but they also keep whatever is inside of you off the seat you are on. Anyone who is looking closely can also tell that you are safe to sit down after. Boys who are unplugged cannot sit down anywhere or go into shops or bars or restaurants. So bend over the desk, and I will get you ready for the tram ride."

She bent him over the desk, and put on a rubber glove. Then she began to massage his asshole with lube with one finger first and then a second and then a third. She was somewhat of an expert at this because she loved it. She was going through chemical changes herself as she did it and was fantasizing about the next time when she would strap it on and fuck him until she came the first time and then she would flip him over and he would fuck her. She knew that the orgasm he would have would be the most powerful he had ever had in his life and turn him into a peg junky forever. All she knew now was that she had to get him ready for the trip to the village. Once they got there she could try that beginner kit on him. "Oh well," she thought, "this is long-term foreplay."

For Beercan, this was a shocking and disturbing experience. He expected pain as had happened in his frat initiation, but there was almost no pain and his dick was hardening. Suddenly he felt something different push up against his anal opening. It was cold and plastic and she was pushing it in.

"Don't resist," she said. "That will make it hurt. Just let it go like you did my fingers. There you go," she said and they both heard a pop as the cone shaped object slid the last way in and his ass clamped around the base of the plug. 

"Get up and walk around a bit with it. See, you can walk without a problem, but it keeps rubbing, and yes you can go out with a semi or even a full hardon. You will see many men in the village walking around fully erect and most are proud of their bones."

He smiled that she knew what he was thinking, and he realized that having that object up there was doing something that was turning him on. He wasn't having sexual thoughts, but the thing was apparently rubbing something that was attached to his dick that was causing him to rise up. It was very confusing, but once again, he wasn't sure he didn't like it.

"One last thing before we get on the tram. You do not have a leash on, so you are fair game for any woman who wants to grope you. I will explain the leash law when we get to the village, but do not react if you are groped. The law is clear, they may not pinch, squeeze, bite or lick, but they can caress or pat, and they will all stare and say things. Just be ready to enjoy the attention, just as you expect "the ladies" to enjoy your attention."

They got on the tram at what was the beginning of the route. Ms. Leister had him go to the back of the tram, which was empty of course. She told him to sit by the window while she sat on the aisle, which would force other women to go over her to touch him. The tram took off but not for very long. It stopped right around the corner that was the gate to the prime AAA meat market, which he realized was the entrance to his whorehouse. The first thing he saw and heard was several women getting on the tram alone chatting with each other about the absolute bliss they had using boys who would never have talked to them in high school or college and just how much fun it was to do anything like liked with them. They were all reasonably attractive older women, but what told him the full situation was that he saw Prepubes with a woman and heard her saying, "I am buying this little cutie for the full twenty-four hours."

When they got on the tram he was about to sit down when she said, "Oh no dear, you cannot sit down now. I'll explain it later. Trust me, you will be able to sit down when you come home, that is if you really want to. Just stand here across from me."

All through the ride she kept playing with his package and his ass, saying these are so cute. Don't you think so to all of the other ladies as if to flaunt her purchase. 

"I used to spank my sons' naked asses when they were little boys, but not when they got to be teens, so now I will see what that would have felt like. You are so cute and your butt is so nice. I can hardly wait to get us back to my suite."

Firehose had also been purchased but by two ladies and he had been plugged, so he was sitting between them and they were busy molesting his fire hose. Tits was also on the tram, also standing at the very front, but the woman who bought him was just letting him be. She knew that every woman who got on would grope him as they passed by and she wanted to watch that show.

The next stop was the gate to "Choice Meat Market -- home to the boy next door." When he saw the boys get on from this gate he realized that they were regular looking guys, not unattractive but not the sculpted studs of his group. As they moved from gate to gate he realized that there was something for every woman here. There was a Canadian meat market, a European one, an African American gate, etc. Every taste was accommodated and if a woman's stay was for a week, she could visit every whorehouse and watch the boys at play and sample each at an hour a shot or take one home for a play date. For women of a certain age and economic status, this had to be sexual liberation. 

They left the brothel area and drove for a few minutes when he saw a large building in the distance. As they got closer, he realized that this was the spa hotel for the women who were here to get the full spa treatment. As they drove up to the entrance he saw two boys naked except for their bellboy hats. They were helping the ladies off of the trams and ignoring the boys who were with them. As Beercan looked into the hotel he could see signs for the swimming pool and the tennis courts. There was a sign for massages and for the yoga room.

Ms. Leister whispered to him, "Other than the bellboys and a few message boys, it is all female operated. The dining room is five star and the chefs and waitresses get the pick of any of the working boys they like. If you are lucky, you might get picked up by the chef and get to eat in the kitchen one night. It is truly heaven." 

The tram was empty now and it started up again. The driver announced that they were going to be stopping at the cottages before going on to the commercial part of the village. 

The line of cottages looked like any other resort community other than the fact that the men on the streets or coming out of the cottages were nude, and that some of them had leashes on. The leashes were attached to harnesses that were attached to their dicks and balls not to their necks. All of the harnesses had straps that ran around the base of the penis and then the top of the ball sack, the place where penis and ball sack joins the rest of the body, but some of the harnesses were more elaborate. Some separated the two balls and forced them in two different directions, while others wrapped snuggly around the top of the ball sack and pushed the sack down making the balls really low hangers. However, nothing is allowed to come between a woman's gaze and the fully naked penis. Therefore every penis had to be fully visible. They must hang fully free so that they can be seen grabbed, fondled or rubbed. However, the men on leashes were clearly owned by the women, which meant that no other woman could touch him without permission. Usually that permission was given but not always. Needless to say, the permission was given by the owner of the penis, not the boy attached to that penis. Unleashed men were, of course, fair game for all who wished to cop a feel. 

Almost immediately, Beercan realized he could tell who was plugged and who was not just by the way he walked. When one boy walked on almost bowlegged, Ms. Leister leaned over to him and whispered, "He must have an elephant's leg up there." Beercan laughed, "but he seems to be enjoying it," he said. Realizing that for the first time in his life, he had noticed another man's erection, he could not help but blush. Possibly the fact that every time the tram jostled, his butt plug slid in and out of him a bit, and as it did, he became a bit more erect, made the realization that he was watching other men's erections even that much more embarrassing. Nevertheless, he kept thinking to himself, "I am getting the sexual ride of my life. Why worry about things that are broadening my horizons."

Ms. Leister whispered again, "The boys on the leashes are not just the property of the women who have them, they are off to the clubs to be traded around. The women will walk around the clubs tonight with their boys, and if they see a boy they fancy, and if the other woman fancies their boy, they just exchange leashes. Its really a very easy system for husband swapping don't you think?" 

As they left the cottage area they began to see more building with apartments over shops, and Ms. Leister told him to get up because they were where they needed to be. As soon as he stood up, six hands were cupping his balls, patting his ass, grabbing his dick, and rubbing his chest. Every step he took to get off the bus was a grope fest for the women along the way. Nice, he thought.

They walked by one store after another that catered to women's needs and women's fancies. Each store had the same sign however: "No unplugged or unleashed males allowed in the store." The sign on the first bar they came to simply said however, "No unplugged males allowed." Each store had at least one man waiting outside for his significant other, and each was open to whatever came his way. There were whistles and hoots as well as the comments and caressings. 

In fact, their walk to the Men's Store was slowed because they had to stop as woman after woman halted to complement Ms. Leister. Nobody ever talked to Beercan, but they would walk up and say to Ms. Leister things, "That is really one of the most beautiful cock I have ever seen. May I feel it?" And Ms. Leister would nod and they would grab Beercan's root and rub it a bit and say it was just wonderful. Some would tell her how nice his ass was or how beautiful his chest was. The whole notion of objectification was becoming more and more clear to him. He fully understood why women would dress as they did to get noticed, and he really liked the comments in a weird way, but at the same time, he was being ignored and parts of his body were being valued but he was not.

When they got into the Men's Store at last, Ms. Leister said that the first thing they had to get was a leash, since she was tired of stopping every ten feet. If he were on a leash, nobody could touch him. All of the sales clerks were young women, and all were eager to help. They went to the leash department and Ms. Leister had him try on every different kind of harness they had. She examined him in a ball spreader and then a low rider, but she opted for one that simply surrounded the bases of the penis and testicles separately.




Sensitivity Training Can Mean a Lot Ch. 04



They went up to the pegging room where Ms. Leister picked out a basic beginner strap on kit. Now we will only use this on you and no one else, and she picked up another one that she showed him that had a dildo for him and on the other side of it was a vibrator dildo for her. It will go into me when I go into you she said with a laugh.

Standing next to them was a middle-aged woman dressed to the nines with a young man who was clearly undressed also to the nines. He was as buff and handsome as any of the guys in the AAA Meat Market whorehouse, but he was clearly there with her as a consort of some kind. She looked at Ms. Leister and said, "Are you going to the pegging demonstration on Wednesday? My boy Tim is going to be one of the demonstratees."

"Excellent, are you on the committee because we are going to be meeting with some of the members of the committee at three? Beercan here is one of the professional boys who have been hired to demonstrate as well."

The woman looked over and said, "You gave him an outstanding name. It is right on the money. But yes I am on the committee, which is why I have agreed to let my husband Tim here be on stage. Most of the members of the group want to see how it is done and want to do it, but they don't want to put their boys on the stage for other women to watch. They are such prudes, but we promised them we would have at least eight examples of how to peg, and I will be providing Tim as well as one of my other husbands."

Ms. Leister said what Beercan was thinking, "Your other husbands?"

The woman said, "We are a polyandrous family. I have three husbands, with Tim here as the newest. Needless to say, it's not a legal thing, but we had a lovely CFNM wedding to celebrate it, and we have legal protections for little Tim here."

"In any case, we will have your four hoes to peg for eye candy, and then my first husband who is in his sixties to show that old men can do it an enjoy it, and Janice's boyfriend who is fortysomething, Mary's husband who is thirty and just a normal looking boy, and Tim here for more eye candy. It should be a wonderful show, don't you think? But this one is a virgin. The butt plug up him is the first thing that has ever been there, and I need to break him in before the show. My first husband is an old pro and is just looking forward to his time on stage."

"I am going to do the same for Beercan here," said Ms. Leister. "I will fuck him tonight, and then tomorrow get him used to fucking others with his plug in, and then Wednesday night I will put him through his paces in front of the audience."

Ms. Leister continued and asked, "Are you Ms. Dupree? Because we are supposed to meet her at the Village Tap at 3 to see how the show will go."

The other woman said, "No that s Mary. I am Elizabeth. No need to get formal with last names you know."

Ms Leister said, "We have to finish shopping then if we are going to be ready for the meeting. It is pretty late."

They continued shopping, and since they had each other to talk to, they ignored the boys entirely. They were now both on leashes so they could not wander off, and they were the objects of the conversation to which they had no input. The women talked about the different sizes and the necessity to start them slowly and eventually make it big. Ms. Leister said that they were making an anatomically identical mold of his dick, but she would not use it until he was so in love with being fucked that he begged for it. Elizabeth said that her two older husbands feel punished if she uses anything too small. A young woman now said to Ms. Leister, "We can take you in the back now."

Ms. Leister now gave a tug on Beercan's leash, and she pulled him, not against his will, but still demonstrating that she was in charge. Three exceptionally beautiful girls in lingerie waited for him; they began to fondle him, lick him, they even kissed him. As soon as he was sporting a full erection, they spread Latex on it, and turned it into a mold. "You will now have a dildo in your image," they said to Ms. Leister laughing as they did. As soon as they could they sent him out of the store in full erection. Between the cone rubbing his prostate and the girls having rubbed his dick, poor Beercan was a walking hardon. While he might be embarrassed, it was quite pleasant for all the women who looked at him.

The shop girls told Ms. Leister that she could pick up her new toy tomorrow, but that she should take home all the other goods today. They put the goods in a clear plastic bag and Ms. Leister made Beercan take it so that anyone could see what awaited him. They walked on, and poor Beercan's erection still would not quit. Perhaps it was the Viagra that had been infused in his coffee at breakfast, or perhaps it was just the plug, or the girls, or maybe all of the above. 

They walked to the Village Tap and got there a bit late. Only Elizabeth and Tim were not there already, and Ms. Leister explained that Tim was being measured for his personal dildo and they understood that took time. Beercan had to go through the motions of the proper introductions of males to males at the institute. Firebush was on his knees checking out the last of the men, and so Beercan had to do the ritual with Elizabeth's first husband, Janice's boyfriend, and Mary's husband. Beercan was amazed. Since these guys were willing participants and actually on vacation at the Life Style village, and since they were not institute subjects, they had regular names. Elizabeth's husband was named Frank, and while he was sixty, he still had a head of white hair and a body that would have been considered good for a thirty year old. Janice's husband was named Peter, and Beercan thought that might have been an alias too because his peter was at least ten inches soft, but he assured Beercan that it was his Christian name. That it was his Christian name was also obvious, because the first time Beercan grabbed his dick it was clear that he was not Jewish or Muslim. Mary's husband was just a nice looking man. Regular guys could be sex objects it seemed.

The four did their welcoming ceremony with Tim when he arrived. Then it was on to business. They went into the back room of the Tap where the show was going to be performed. They checked out the stage and the lighting and they checked out the benches that would be the "beds" on which the boys would be fucked. They were traditionally spanking benches, but they would provide good angles for the women to use and they would allow the audience good sight lines to allow for total observation. Women could be on either side of the bench and still see all of the action. Assuming that it would only be the thirty members of the society and their boys, then they could all be on stage even and see the show up close and personal. More people would mean that they could use the stage but people could still see it easily.

Elizabeth said, "We are going to have a run through today. If you cannot use your boy here in front of just us, you will not be able to able to do it in front of the whole society. The only one of the Hoes who needs to practice is Beercan since he has never done it before. You other three sluts will be auctioned off at the end of the event. You should raise good money. You probably will want to spend the rest of the day and tomorrow with the largest plug you own up your butts because I think the women who will buy you will have some big things up their, er sleeves."

Ms. Leister now chimed in speaking mostly to Beercan but to the other boys as well.

"Since you were cleaned out this morning, I won't do it again, but on Wednesday night, you will be given a total enema so that the women here can see how it is properly done. I am going to assume that Elizabeth, Janice and Mary will have already internally cleaned their boys before they come, and the women who win you Kielbasa, Firebush, and Pegboy will demonstrate what they have learned by cleaning you out as well. Now Beercan place yourself on the spanking bench, and ladies gather around. If you care to bring your boys, do so, that is if you want the new ones to know what they are getting into or really what is getting into them."

She then said to Beercan, "I think it would be best if I strapped you in. In the future, it won't be necessary, but for now, it would be best if you were secure and weren't able to jerk around." With that she tied his hands to the sides of the bench, then his ankles and finally she put a strap around his torso so that he was quite immobile but not uncomfortable. The bench looked like a racing motorcycle or bicycle. It was a padded bench so it was comfortable for him. His body was positioned on a forty-five degree angle with his knees on each side of the bench and roughly parallel to his torso. His hands were parallel to his head that was resting comfortably in one of those rings that they provide for people being given a massage. Although he was looking down, he was looking into a mirror, and the mirror reflected the large mirror on the wall at the back of the stage. This mirror would allow the whole audience to see exactly what she was doing to him, and because of the little mirror underneath him, he had the same view as the audience. The only parts of his body that were not on the bench were his ass and dick and balls. His ass was thrust out from the bench and was wide open because of the position of his knees, and his dick and balls hung free underneath it.

Ms. Leister now began her lesson. 

"Elizabeth, you don't need to know this; I am sure you could teach me, but for Janice and Mary, I understand that you are both novices at pegging your boys."

They both nodded.

"So we are going to go through it line by line. Oh wait, Elizabeth, how are they going to learn how to clean their boys?"

Elizabeth answered, "We will do that together before the show."

Beercan was getting the feeling that Elizabeth and Ms. Leister had talked long before their chance meeting, and that the chance meeting was no chance meeting.

"Ladies," Ms. Leister continued, "what I am going to do now is remove his plug. He doesn't know it yet, but he will miss it."

Once it was pulled out, Beercan realized that he agreed with her.

She then put on a rubber glove. "This is for both of our comfort," she said. And then she began to dip her fingers into a huge pail of lube. 

"For this area, you can never use too much lube. She then began to once again massage the lube into his asshole. She started with one finger and using it to find the prostate she began to rub it. A second finger was inserted and against his will he began to moan.

She said, "That is a very good sign."

"Ladies," she said, "you want to stretch the opening as wide as you can, and understand that it can go much farther than we think. It is not as flexible as a vagina, but it stretches much farther than you think it could go. Now this is my favorite boy fucker," she said taking out her newly purchased dildo.

She slapped Beercan on the ass and said, "I don't want you to get lonely or your hole to close, so I am going to add just a bit more lube and reinsert the larger butt plug."

After doing that, she turned to the two women and said, "This is how you put on the harness. If you have ever seen a man's jock strap, it looks just like one. Now notice how this one has not only the penis part to insert into him, it also has this little one that I slide into me so that it rubs against my pleasure zones while I rub the other penis over his pleasure zones. I will continue fucking him until I have my first orgasm and he will probably have had two or three. When that is over, I will take him and flip him over and I will fuck him until we both explode. Now I can do that in private Mary and Janice or you can watch. My guess is that you will want to do that in private with your boys, but who knows. Let me know what you two want."

There was one other very nice thing about her dildo that she did not mention; it was filled with lube and had little holes that allowed the lube to escape as she thrust into him. She now removed the butt plug and very slowly began to push the head of the dildo into him. At first, he resisted but it was futile and the dildo crept further up the channel. Once all the way in Ms. Leister began to explain how to push it so that it not only went into him but also rubbed her as she pushed in and out. Soon she fell silent and all that could be heard was their heavy breathing. Beercan's dick expanded to a level that he never knew it could be. As she fucked him, he began to push back in synch to her thrusts and pull away from her withdrawals. They found their rhythm and then Beercan was hit with feeling he had never had before. He wasn't shooting, but this was an orgasm like none he had ever known. There were lightning bolts going off in his head while he felt massively happy and at the same time he was seeing colors. This was an orgasm on steroids and it kept cumming and cumming. Finally she seemed to have enough, but he was not even started. She pulled out, but he felt empty and bare so she replaced the dildo with the largest of the butt plugs. She released him from his bonds; she, almost as wobbly as he, still was able to flip him over onto his back, not that he could move on his own. His butt was now firmly on the bench. She placed a condom on his dick and said, "This is to hold you back and not for protection." and finally she then climbed onto his penis.

She rode him and he began to thrust back. They kissed like animals, violently and bitingly. He pulled down her top and for once she let him. He nursed on her breasts followed by her nursing on his. Their thrusting was violent as well. She rammed herself up and down on his dick as he thrust as wildly and violently as he could in that position. Days might have gone on for all they knew, but when he shot, he felt that he must have blown off the condom and exploded it into bits and pieces. He had never known an organism like that. He thought the orgasm he had being fucked was amazing; this time, even though in all reality she was still fucking him, was an out of body experience. It was near death; it was little death. Nothing in his life had prepared him for this. Shockingly, they had both cum together. Everyone else in the room spontaneously clapped and cheered.

She removed his condom because he simply could not do it. 

"Its yours" she said. "Do you want to drink it?" 

He shook his head no, and she said shame. On any other occasion, she would have made him do it. Not now.

"Now you really need an internal cleaning. Ladies come watch how this is done. Elizabeth, please take him and clean up his insides. I cannot move."

Two of the other boys had to help Elizabeth take Beercan to the wet area for cleaning, but they did so. He didn't care about the humiliation. All he care about was getting to do it again Wednesday night, crowd or no crowd.



Sensitivity Training Can Mean a Lot Ch. 05



Part V: Ladies Eye View

At the same time that Beercan was off at the store in the village getting the toys he would need for Wednesday night, (well, really he would not need them, but they would be used on him), Ms. White was holding an orientation session for the new guests at the Pleasure Palace Hotel and Spa. Sitting at a table with white tablecloths, in a room with Oak Paneling and slate tile floors, were ten women of various ages, races, and body sizes. While there were probably nearly two hundred women guests who had registered this morning for the weeks activities, or for a day or two, most were returning clients. This group and one other that had already been oriented were the newbies. 

Ms. White entered the room with Kielbasa behind her and another women who had a penis leash on the man who was actually walking next to her. The women at the tables had been talking to one another about the boys who brought their bags to their rooms, and the fact that there really weren't all that many naked men around. The line, "I expected more, well you know what was heard."

Ms. White introduced herself as Janice and then said, "Ladies, I don't want to spend terribly much time talking through the orientation; I would rather be taking you places and demonstrating the pleasures you have waiting for you."

There was general applause. She continued, "The hotel is really a woman's area. There are literally thousands of naked men on the island for you to sample, but the hotel is a place where you can bring a boy back, but usually it is a place where you can just let your hair down. You can get a massage, but not a sexual one. Have a steam bath but not with boys. Have dinner laughing with the girls, and not have to worry about what that boy you have in tow thinks. Now there are no rules against you having a boy with you at the restaurant or in the steam bath. Certainly we encourage you to bring one of your rented boys back her to use. But there are rules for the way that boys are treated."

She paused and then continued. "This is Kielbasa; that is his name here. We don't care what his name is in the real world because he is a whore and he is here to do nothing more than please you. Now Kielbasa go over and show off your most endearing attribute."

Kielbasa went over to the table that had a small rise in front of it that allowed him to stand at crotch level with the table or really at crotch to eye level of the women. He stood with his hands behind his back and his legs spread apart. The military calls this at ease, and since this was not the first time he had done this, he actually was at ease. He stood directly in front of the women on the far right who gasped and placed her hands in front of her mouth. The others laughed at her. Kielbasa went to the next and so on down the line. 

One woman called out, "Can we touch?"

Janice said, "Not yet. Kielbasa is, as I said a ho. You can do anything you like with him, within limits that are written in his contract, provided you rent him. Part of the orientation this afternoon will be taking you to the stud farm where he works. But if you see a boy who has a crotch that has been decorated, and, if you look at his right pectoral, has a number, in this case AAA Prime White Beef, then you know he is a ho. That number is what you would type in to find his price for the hour, day or even week. It will also tell you what you can demand from him, and what is out of bounds. Limits can be negotiated, with a good enough tip."

She laughed and continued. "If you see a boy like him, with a full crotch shaved or arrows pointing to the sausages, or even with henna tattoos that point to their fun zones and tell you what to do with their fun zones, they are usually a whore. If you see one of them in the hotel, they are either coming from a job or going to one, which means that they are the temporary property of another woman and you don't have the right to molest them. Judy will now tell you about the second type of boy you will find on the island." "Hi, I am Judy and this is my husband Jack. He is a slut not a ho. He still has his name and gets treated with respect, but respect to a slut means something different here than elsewhere." Judy now led Jack to the riser and had him walk in front of each woman but as she did she said to the first woman. "You would be insulting him if you ignored his package. I think it is a beautiful dick don't you?"

The woman, who was maybe 21, blushed. She was cute but a bit overweight and probably had not had much of a social life in college or high school.

Judy said, "Honey, you are here to see dicks, to touch dicks, to enjoy dicks, so relax and get a good look."

She continued talking to that young woman personally, but she was really talking to the whole table.

"We are lifestyle CFNM people. We came here starting about 15 years ago when it was first opened, and then 10 years ago Jack sold his business and we came here to start up a business selling sex toys and goods. We have a shop on the main street, but we sell a lot on line too. Jack spends his days at the gym, getting laid, and having some of the sex toys tried out on him. He is a million times more relaxed than he was, his health is amazing, and I will be able to keep him a lot longer than in that normal lifestyle. How old do you think Jack is?" The young woman answered, "Maybe 45 -- 50." Judy laughed. "He is 65. Isn't it amazing what being a slut will do for a man's health?" There was a smattering of applause as Judy continued moving Jack in front of one woman after another. She continued lecturing. "When you are in the village, if you see a body you like, say something to it. Boys can only be in the lifestyle village if they attached to a woman, and some women bring more than one. Therefore, if you are in a bar and you see a boy you like, and if he has no leash on him, it means he is fair game. Manners dictate that you speak to his penis first, and compliment it. So you might say something like, 'My, you are beautiful." He knows you are talking to his dick, so he expects that you will reach out and hold it."

There was some giggling, but most of the women were already well into the fetish and did not find this unusual.

Judy continued, "Or you can grab his ass and tell him how nice that is, if it is. Some women will talk about his tits. These boys can say no to an advance, although they usually won't, especially if you get them drunk."

She laughed, "You won't get them drunk because all the boys here are moderate drinkers since alcohol gets in the way of their Viagra or Cialis, and for your benefit, they all take the drugs. On the other hand, if you see a boy on a leash, you speak to his better half. You may say, 'that is such a nice dick, it looks good enough to eat' and the woman with him will say thank you, or it is good but look at his ass; that is his best feature. Ladies, there are thousands of naked men in the village of all ages, but all having wonderful bodies. They are here to pleasure you." Judy stopped talking and Janice now said, "Perhaps you are thinking than why should I pay for it. The reason is that the boys at the stud farm are professionals and they will do any fantasy you choose. Now individuals might have different limits, but outside of something that is really illegal, like castration, (gasp) they will fulfill any fetish you might want to try. One woman raised her hand and asked, "What about sanitation? I don't want to sit on a chair that has been occupied by even the best looking naked ass."

Janice and Judy both smiled. Janice said, "Boys, turn around and spread them. Ladies, can you see that all of the boys in the village are plugged. Judy, do the honors."

With that she grabbed the ring on Jack's butt plug and pulled it out with an audible swoosh. The plug looked like a goblet stem attached to a spearhead, only the spearhead was more rounded. The sphincter clamped around the stem part and that is what kept the spearhead in place. Judy said showing the plug, "No unplugged boys are allowed inside any store, bar, or other establishment or to sit on benches or other seats. So nothing gets out onto any place on which you might sit."

One woman said, "In the club I attend they have the boys sit on towels. That will end when I get home."

Judy reached in her purse and pulled out some lube that she smeared on the plug. "This is how it goes in," she said as she shoved it back up Jack's butt. 

Someone said, "Doesn't that hurt him?" Judy said with a smile, "That is a small one. He is used to much bigger things than that going up there."

Ladies, there will be a tram taking us first to the village and then to the stud farm. Please use the facilities before we go if you need to. Meet us at the door to the right that says, "Tram station."

Five minutes later they were all at the station. A handful of women were getting off the tram, and three were bringing back whores. The women looked at the first boy with the pubic hair arrows pointing to his dick, and the second with pubic hair lightning bolts radiating from his penis, and the third, who was short but stocky and looked like he was 12, especially because he had just the smallest line of hair around the base of his dick. The ladies smiled and got on the tram, which was now empty, and waited for their big adventure.

They got to the first stop. It was the cottages on the outskirts of the village, and as they looked out the window they saw just what they wanted. Boys sitting on the porches of the cottages with the women next to them sitting and fondling the boys as they chatted to the other women. They saw a boy totally erect on one porch, and he seemed totally nonchalant about it. Then they saw three more on the street. One was on a leash with his wife or girl friend who was pointing it out to another woman who was holding another leashed man who was also sporting wood. You couldn't hear what was being said, but it was clear that the women were comparing boners. Janice explained that what just happened was that the women will walk their husbands down the street in the afternoon on their leashes with the hope of getting a good trade for an afternoon delight. 

As they continued watching, one of the first couples met another couple and after a few sections of examination, there was another trade. Janice explained that people walk up and down the street all afternoon trading and comparing until each woman thinks she has found the best beef available, and then proceeds to take him home to fuck him. In the outside world these women would be considered sluts and the boys would be considered players, but Janice continued to explain that none of the boys minded and looked at the term the same way they looked at being called players. 

At this moment women were coming onto the tram with boys on leashes, so Janice said to one of those women, "May I speak to your slut please?" The woman nodded. 

"How do you feel about being a slut?" He must have been all of 24 while the woman he was with had to be in her mid 40s. He responded with a huge grin.

"Dude," he said, "Best feeling in the world. I spend most of my time with my face in pu.. er lady parts..."

The woman said, "you better not say that word, or you won't get your spanking tonight." She laughed when she said it.

He continued. "I spend the two weeks I am here having sex with I don't know how many women. I am constantly getting real sex, the way that my buds only get with their hands. I love every aspect of being a slut."

"And that, Ladies," Janice said, "is why you should have no problems objectifying these boys. They are just in heaven as long as their members, tongues or penises are going into something warm and wet."

Most of the women had their boys on leashes, but here were two boys who were unleashed and standing in the boys section. That is when a boy is unleashed and unplugged he cannot sit down and must remain standing in the aisle. Each woman, on walking past, copped a feel. 

Janice decided to show her charges how to deal with free boys, so when they finally got to the stop just before theirs, she instructed each of the women in her group to introduce themselves to both penises. So when they arrived at village center, each woman stroked both boys as they left. Janice was gratified to see that they were both fully erect by the time she got off the tram behind her charges.

On getting off the tram, Janice gathered them together and said that they would be going to the stud farm on the 3:45 tram, which gave them two full hours to explore the city center. She would met them here at the tram stop, but they should explore the shops and the bars, the bars especially because they all had games and contests all week long, and the women should see what was there that might turn them on. The majority headed off to the nearest clothing shop, but Jane decided she wanted to explore the street. She was going to see what she had been missing.

Jane married her high school sweetheart. Other than her dad, he was the only man she had ever seen naked. They divorced earlier this year. It wasn't a bad divorce; their two girls were out of the house, and Jane thought that she might want to start dating again. It was Jane's youngest who got her to come here. After a few too many glasses of white wine her daughter Francine confessed that she and her husband were in a swinger club. When Jane said she thought that was sexist, Francine explained that it really was a feminist swingers club, and after a few more glasses, she explained that these were cfnm swinger parties. Jane was somewhat taken aback at first, but began to think that it sounded interesting, especially when she thought of her son naked. 

Francine continued to push. She said that her mother should try this out. After all she should be far more sexually experienced this time around. This would be a safe way for you to experience a lot male members. "I love dad," she said, "but if his is the only one you have ever seen, how can you really tell if the next guy has what it takes?" 

Jane didn't know if she really believed the logic, but she really wanted to see a whole bunch of naked men. Now that she had the opportunity to go out and explore, and be a "player" she decided she wasn't going to waste her time in a clothing store. She was going after dick.

She started up the street, and there was a couple walking towards her. At first she wanted to look away from the man's crotch, but then she realized why she was on the street in the first place and she stared. The man and the woman smiled as they walked towards her and recognized that she was gazing at his penis. The more Jane looked at it, the more she realized it did not look like her ex-husband's or what she remembered about her father.

As they got closer, the woman pulled the leash a bit tighter indicating that her man should stop. He understood that also meant that he should spread his legs to give this strange woman full exposure. 

Jane came over and without even asking the woman permission, she grabbed the penis in front of her.

"This looks so different," she said.

The woman smiled and said, "You are from the States, eh? I bet this is the first uncircumcised penis you have ever seen."

Jane mused somewhat distractedly, "You know it is the third one I have ever seen, and the first uncircumcised one.

The woman replied, "They are not really different, although I think ours are better. But take your thumb and forefinger like so," and she placed them on the top and bottom of the head of his dick, "and just pull back like so, and voila, you see the cute little head pop out. See how you can now let it go back a bit and still see a bit of the head hiding or let it go all the way back and see him be bashful. I love playing with the skin. Here you try."

Jane was now really intrigued. She thought, ok, I was a good girl in high school, and that was fine, but now I am going to at least have two weeks of being a slut. No, they are the sluts; I am a player. Isn't that what is the whole point of feminism to allow women to do all the things men do? She took her fingers and began playing with his foreskin, and she thought, what a hoot.

All of a sudden the boy piped up, "Excuse me, dear," he said.

Jane really expected him to say something like please this is embarrassing, can we stop this, but she was shocked with what he did say, once she understood its meaning.

"Hon, if we don't get me to a cube really soon, we are going to have to pay for this ladies dry cleaning."

Jane looked confused. The woman said, "They explained what the cubes were didn't they?"

Jane shook her head no.

The woman said, "It's just easier to show you." They walked half a block towards the sign that said women's restroom, but before they got there, they turn slightly into an alcove. There, Jane saw six square pillars roughly four feet high each side being four feet as well. What really shocked her was the sight of three men standing on those pillars with lights shining on their crotches as they urinated. One man had a woman standing behind him shaking off his empty member. The second man had his better half in front of him saying, "Hands on your hips. Now once you finish, thrust you hips so it flops up to your belly. Then flop it down again. Get it nice and dry before you come down." The third man was apparently free having no leash on him, but he knew better than to shake if off with his hands, since that would be considered covering up. So he bounced up and down a few time and then shook from side to side. He looked down and decided he was not dry, and bounced up and down again. Perhaps it was also that he knew he was being watched from a park bench across the street that made him gyrate as much as he did.

Jane was absolutely fascinated. She knew men did this, but she had never seen it. 

The woman said, "There is an empty cube next to the one we are using, why don't you come up here and watch Jack piss?"

Jane at first was going to say that she could see well enough here, but then it was why not? She thought, I wonder if they watch the boys peeing at Francine's parties? I wonder what Jeff (Francine's husband's) penis looks like? So she got up on the other cube and watched the man put his feet in the foot guides and realized that the spotlights came on just as soon as he did. "I am going to pull back his skin," the woman said, "at least at first so you can see him better, then I will let it go back to normal." Jane thought, this doesn't arouse me sexually, but it sure is interesting.

A voice came from below, "Excuse me madam, but I really need to use the cube."

The voice belonged to what seemed to be a 30 something blond boy who was becoming bald in the back but still quite youthful and cute. Jane said, "Oh, excuse me, I am sorry."

He said with a big grin, "No problem, would it be too forward of me to ask if you would care to hold it. I would rather not have to shake it myself."

Jane, not knowing where this voice came from, said loudly and clearly, "Then come on up." The woman next to her said, "Just stand behind him and grab it with both hands and point. In a second you will be experiencing pissing while standing up."

Jane said, "How come a cute little slut like you is all alone?" Where those words came from, she also didn't know.

He said, "My wife just took me off my leash so that you could have this opportunity." When they finished Jane realized that the Canadian couple were long gone, and she felt bad for not thanking them. She said to the boy after many shakes, "Well, let me take you back to your wife so I can thank her."

Jane explained to his wife why she was here and that she was just now beginning to explore the other sex. The woman said, "I am Nora, and this is Fred, and I want you to fully explore this boy. I would suggest you do it with your tongue."




Sensitivity Training Can Mean a Lot Ch. 05



"In public," Jane squealed but very quietly.

"There is no public or private here when it comes to sluts. They can be molested at any time in any place; your privacy is sacred however. So start by lifting up his dick and then bend over and lick his balls. Now take them in your mouth and roll them around. Feel how his penis is beginning to rise? (Jane had never engaged in oral sex with her ex.)

"Now let go of his penis and begin to lick his nipples. Bite them gently."

The boy was moaning. 

"Lift up your arms Fred. Now taste his underarms. The smell is all male, enjoy it once you get over the fact that you are supposed to think it smells bad. Turn around Fred! Now look at his butt. Knead it. Feel the little blond hairs in your hand as you look at them."

This time Jane was getting all turned on and she could see he was too.

Nora now said, "Jane, now rub his thighs all the way up to his balls and then stroke them. Do not touch his penis at all but keep going up and down on his thighs and continues grazing his balls with the outside of your hands. Yes, just like that. Excellent. The fact that he is thrusting like that means you are doing it right. Don't touch you know what. Now massage his nipples. Good girl."

This continued for at least five minutes with a good size crowd of women and their boys looking on. Many of the women were stroking their boys, although nobody touched a dick. 

Nora now said, "Sorry dears, but I am going to leash him up now. Jane, I want you to find as many boys as you can now. Remember that you have to ask permission to touch any on a leash, but you can look at all of them. Have a really good stay."

With that she leashed up Fred, and they walked on.

Jane thought, I always believed men's bodies were just kind of there, nothing special or sexy and that only women were beautiful. Men chased women and women were used by men. My god, how sexist! Men's bodies are sexy and beautiful and I am going to ogle and leer at them, and compliment them, and play with them. 

She now decided to find the other women in her group to see what they had been up to, and get ready to head out to the stud farm. Even thinking that word, and what she would get to do there caused her to tingle all over.



Sensitivity Training Can Mean a Lot Ch. 06



This is not a stand-alone story. Before you can understand this chapter you must read Sensitivity Training Can Mean a Lot part 1. 

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When Firebush woke Beercan Tuesday morning, Beercan realized that he was starring directly at a pair of shaven low hangers and an erect penis jutting out of a patch of bright red pubic hair that had been manscaped to look like flames, and that the women had even put on a temporary tattoo to magnify the firebush them. Since pajamas or blankets or other forms of cover-ups were not permitted to the boys, or course, there was nothing keeping Firebush from starring at Beercan's morning wood, especially considering the pubic hair arrow that the women had shaved to draw every eye direct to his dick. What surprised both of them was the fact that looking at each other's manhood did not embarrass or upset them. Neither one was terribly interested in men sexually, but they were now so comfortable with male nudity that all their prior homophobic senses were long gone. The only thing Beercan could say was, "Dude, the tats really make it. Did you whore yesterday? You must have raked in the tips."

Firebush answered, "Yesterday was good. I got tips and I did some sexual acts that I didn't think I would like but I did, and they got me a day off my second month, but I am going to fuck up today or tomorrow so I get the day put back on, and maybe get an over the knee spanking out of it as well." He grinned from ear to ear when he said it and his dick twitched a bit too knowing full well that everything said was recorded so that he could pretty much guarantee that his ass was going to be hot and red before the day was over.

Firebush continued, "You need to go to the cube, then we go to breakfast, and then get cleansed. Kielbasa, TNA, Sweetchecks, and Baby Dick, were finishing up breakfast when they got there. Breakfast was very good; the boys never suffered from bad eating. There was a young woman who was there only to pour coffee. The boys did all the other kitchen work, but women made the coffee, and this very attractive woman in a short skirt made sure that the boys drank at least four large capfuls. 

"Some ladies like water sports and to watch you pee, so we have to make sure you are well loaded," she said with a grin. What she did not tell them was that the coffee was infused with Viagra, and each cup was half a tablet. As soon as he had finished his last cup of coffee, Kielbasa was escorted to the baths by an average looking middle-aged woman. 

The same situation happened a while later when a different woman came to get Babydick. Each of the other guys disappeared in the same manner over the course of probably an hour which gave Beercan time to eat digest and of course drink his coffee.

Beercan was the last one left, when a very nice 60 year-old woman came out to get him and explained that she was going to tend to him that morning. She went on to say that they have a lottery each day in the village to determine which women get to do the cleaning, inside and out. She said, "It takes about an hour and a half to do it all, but it actually is more like a nice long massage than anything else, and all the boys really like it. Let me tell you, I have lived on this island now for three years, and whenever I win the lottery, I feel like I just won a millions dollars. The women of the island love this too you know." She now grabbed his dick, as was the custom, and used it as a leash to lead him to the bathroom.

When they got to the bathroom, he could see that they were finishing up with Babydick and sending him out of the bathroom. TNA was being showered and rubbed down. Firebush was out of sight but he could hear him moaning. The lady led him to the cube. She first held for him when he went to the cube and rubbed his ass as he pissed, and when she had shaken him off and decided he was done, she led him to a bench that had been set up for body shaving, and she then laid him down and tied him face up on that bench. She placed hot towels on his stomach and crotch. She took off the towel that was over his stomach and the top of his crotch and said, "This won't do. You are supposed to have a pubic hair arrow that draws the eye from your chest to that lovely beer can you have above your balls. They certainly named you right. Now your bush is back to looking like a bush again, and boys should not have a bush you know. So I am going to shave this and then use my Sharpie to show future stylists how to do it. She did the job in no time, and then removed the other towels.

"What a shame you don't have more hair on your thighs. I could make arrows pointing up as well as down, but oh well. Time to shave your dick and balls. No woman should have to peer through pubic hair to see a dick or balls," she said as she started shaving.

"Both men and women," she continued tend to treat dicks and balls as ugly, embarrassing, and to be hidden away. That is just anti-sex propaganda. Women should be taught to enjoy the sight of them, the feel of them, and should treat the male body for what it really is - a woman's amusement park. Dicks should always be out there so that women can grab them, stroke them, caress them, lick them and eventually fuck them." By the time she was finished Beercan was fully erect again.

She told him that she was going to untie him, and that he need to go over to what looked like a spanking bench and she would strap him on to that. Now I am going to be cleaning your insides, but it is not to humiliate you. Beercan could see that Firebush had been just taken off the bench and realized that was why he had been moaning. He knew what was going to happen next. It was not the first time he had been his guts had been washed out at the center, and he knew it would not be the last, but after having been pegged before, and know that he might be pegged again, getting "hosed" was simply not that big a deal. However, like Firebush before him, he moaned a lot. She then took him into the shower and had a lovely time soaping him up, washing it off, and then toweling him dry. She probably spent a lot more time and attention on his dick, balls, and butt, but that was why she was there. She then led him to what looked like a hot tub. Of course, leading meant grabbing a handful of scrotum or penis or combination and starting to pull; he had no choice but to follow.

The hot tub was filled with oil and sunscreen. 

"You boys will be playing on the beach when you are fucking, so we don't want you to get sun burned. Every couple of hours, you will come back here for reapplications, unless you are a fan of swimming and diving. Then you have to do it more often." The last thing she did was redraw the number 4 on his ass.

There were no clocks on the island; the motto was that there was no time, just pleasure - for her. Nevertheless, Beercan believed it had to be about 10:00 a.m., and now cleansed inside and out, freshly coated with sun block, and with a slap on his ass, Beercan was told to walk out into the sunlight. He walked passed the sign that said, "Whore's entrance. AAA Prime Beef Stud Farm." 

A second sign read: 

"ATTENTION BEEFCAKE SLUTS. 

YOU ARE ON DUTY NOW.

GET READY TO FUCK AND BE FUCKED!"

Beercan thought that he would come out to a traditional whorehouse with him sitting in a window or something, but he walked out into a courtyard. As he walked out into the courtyard, he saw Ms. Leister coming toward him. She said, "I want to show you around your new working environment. She grinned and grabbed his dick. She then pushed him up against the wall and began to kiss him almost violently. Bercan did not object and put his hands on her ass as he rocked himself back and forth.

She loosened her grip on his penis ever so slightly allowing her to jerk him off as he thrust back and forth. When he was fully erect, she pushed him back with both of her hands. 

Removing her hands from his erection, she said, "Much as I would like to fuck you, you have work to do slut boy."

She now grabbed his hard cock almost roughly, and said, 

"In Amsterdam say, the women sit in windows or lie around waiting for men to choose them, but you boys aren't sexy when you are lying around that way. You need to be active. It what I wanted in high school, to see not only the boys' locker room, but the swim team competing in the nude, and the naked gym class, and the naked,... well you get the idea."

She gave him a wicked grin and continued.

"We like seeing your dicks flopping up and down and your balls bouncing around and your muscles pumping. Jumping jacks and pull ups so that I can watch chests and biceps, thighs and asses, as well as your eggs (she grabbed his scrotum and rolled his balls in her hand as she said this), and your sausages, especially when the bush is still there but so trimmed (she now moved her other hand to his pubic hair) So this whorehouse is designed to let the women watch you play, and when they decide that they want to feel the goods as well as watch them, they press a button and a number comes up, and the boy with that number on his ass goes off to get fucked. 

She brought him over to the right side of the courtyard.

"First look at the swimming and diving pool," she said. The pool that rose about one story above the ground. He could see the diving board from where he was standing and could see Kielbasa doing a version of a swan dive. Even from his side angel he could see that with every bounce all of Keilbasa's muscles were and his dick and balls were flopping. He then looked and saw that there was a pavilion that was directly across from the pool with what had to be clear and unobstructed views of the board and the boys who would be on it. Having allowed Beercan to have a view, Ms. Liester continued the conversation. 

"Notice how it faces the building with that tiered viewing deck for the ladies. What you cannot see from here is that there is a lower deck too. You saw Kielbasa's dive and now you can now see T. N. A. bouncing on the board now. I bet you can you can imagine how the women on the top deck, some of whom have binoculars, are staring at his dick and balls flopping up and down and at his abs and pecs clenching and unclenching as he sets up his dive. I've sat up there and it is a beautiful thing to watch."

T.N.A. hit the water at almost the same moment that Beercan saw Kielbasa pull him self out of the water on the far side of the pool and stand on the pool ledge directly across from the viewing area. He stood for a second to let the water drip off, and then went to stand underneath fans that dried him from above, towels being completely forbidden. 

Ms. Leister said, "What you cannot see from here is that the wall at that side of the pool is glass. So, in order to pull himself up to the drying deck, Kielbasa gave the women on the lower deck a beautiful full frontal view from just inches away. This allows the women to ogle to their hearts content, but you boys can't really see into the viewing section. You will understand it all better once you have taken your turn, so lets get you up there. You can dive can't you?" 

Beercan nodded yes. 

The walked around to the back and Ms. Leister pointed to the "SLUT ENTERANCE" and Beercan walked in and in the darker entrance way he almost bumped into a man he had not seen before. The blond must have been six foot seven inches solid muscle. He looked at Beercan and said with a noticeable German accent, "Can you make a backflip dive? The vant to look at a backside. I cannot do those."

Before Beercan could answer, the young man said, "Oh sorry, I forgot the rules and you never know who is looking. I got one bad spanking yesterday and don't feel like another today, maybe tomorrow." He grinned and then put his hand out and grabbed Beercan's cock to do the proper "handshake" for males, and Beercan reached out and grabbed the other man's penis. What Beercan had in his hand was at least ten inches of flaccid, uncut dick. The man said, "My name is Boa as in Boa Constrictor."

Beercan said with a laugh, "I can understand that. I am Beercan." 

Boa said, "I see the ladies were as accurate with your name too."

Beercan said, "I haven't seen you around before."

Boa replied, "We are from the European and Canadian AAA Beef Markets. You have just been with the American Prime Beef Shop; we all one kind of whores in this whorehouse. There are other brothels for the aged prime beef, or the lumberjacks, or whatever." 

At that moment someone yelled from upstairs, "Come on you sluts. Lets get this line moving." Boa turned around to go up the stairs and Beercan began to do the same. He got up stairs and saw a line of about 15 boys getting ready to dive. He lined up with the boys when a woman with a British accent who he had not seen before slapped him on the ass and said, "We need some more tongues on nubbin rubbin duty."

She slapped the two boys in front of Beercan also on the rump and told them to go. Since he didn't know what was going on, he asked the other two guys, and they told him to follow them. They went down the stairs and walked down the hall way passed other guys who had clearly just finished their dives and were on the way to swim again. 

As they walked by they high fived the guys and said with a laugh, "Pussy licking duty, oh yea." They walked and turned a corner and Beercan realized that they were now in the viewing pavilion. It seemed however that there was only a solid wall but then he saw a green light and the first boy in line got on his hands and knees and pushed open what appeared to be almost a pet door. He pushed his way in and started to crawl. When all you could see was his butt, the next boy in line said, "bon appetite, Mate." Just about 15 feet later they saw another green light, and he gave Beercan a salute and crawled in.

Further down the path, Beercan saw another green light and figured this was his. He got down on his knees and immediately he saw just the vagina of a woman Apparently she was sitting on some kind of chair that allowed her to watch the boys diving, but when she wanted to be stimulated, all she needed to do was raise her legs on to a two leg rests that not only spread her legs but turned on the green light. Beercan saw that she was massaging herself, but recognized that she wanted help. He rapidly crawled up and began to thrust his tongue deeply into her box. He then began to lick and bite her clit. He continued as she held his head with her hands and forced his nose deeper into her pubic bush. The smell and the tastes drove him into a frenzy, but it was almost impossible for him to grab his dick in that confined space and still keep his balance. Nevertheless, he had a massive, drippy, piece of wood between his legs. After about five minutes, as he was really getting into it, the woman began to moan, shudder, and even let go a few drops of urine into his mouth. She then said, "That was nice, you can go now."

He had to walk down the hall back toward the diving board with his boner, but by now he was used to that. He knew better than trying to cover it up, although a spanking from Ms. Leister might be fun. As he approached the stairs up to the diving board, the British woman stopped him and said, "We have plenty of divers. You need to go to play basketball its court three. Just go back into the courtyard and go straight. You will see it is marked."

As he turned to go back out into the courtyard, she slapped him hard on the ass, and said, "Nice boner. Nice muff diving." She laughed but he knew she was being honest and not sarcastic.

He walked through the courtyard past a short, muscular boy with a fireplug chest and a Prince Valiant haircut. 

"See that 'Two' light up there, that has to be your station mate. They have to give me some time off; I've cum five times in the last hour. I am a proud slut, but I need at least a half an hour to get it up again."

Beercan replied, "My tongue has been busy, but my dick wants to get into something wet and warm and not my hand. What's with this job?'

"You're in a tiny basketball court, just enough from for a one on one game with one way mirror walls so the women can watch you play. If his number comes up, then he goes to get fucked; if your number comes up, you go out and walk to the room with the open door. You go in and she has paid for an hour to do whatever she wants to you."

He walked in to the room and found that it was indeed a thin basketball court with what seemed to be mirrors on three sides, but he knew better. Behind the mirrors were rooms that would provide full frontal and rear views of the boys at play. If he made a jump shot, there would be a woman watching his dick and balls flop up. Someone would be watching his ass as he dribbled down the court. Standing in the court practicing his free throws was T.N.A.

Beercan said, "I thought you were swimming."

T.N.A., "They sent me and a Swedish boy here to play. He got the call so now I am waiting for you. Lets play."

Beercan said, "I've never played naked basketball before, but its still a fun game, once you realize that there is nothing to seeing another naked man. Dicks and balls are interesting, not ugly, and once you get used to the idea that you don't want to fuck me and I don't want to fuck you, then touching your naked crotch is just part of the game."

He was saying this because he was backing out dribbling the ball with his left hand on T.N.A's crotch as T.N.A. was guarding him fully up against Beercan's backside. They were having a strong game when first T.N.A.'s number came up followed by Beercan's the next second. They walked in together and came to a door. An older woman pointed to T.N.A., and said, "You get that cut little tushy of yours in here. He did and she closed the door. Beercan gave a soft sigh of relief and walked on to the next open door he saw.

Standing there is a full length slip with a lacy top was a middle aged woman. She was still a beauty however. Her body would have been considered fine were she twenty, and her face was classical with high cheekbones and deep blue eyes. Her hair was dark setting off the eyes even more. Her slip accentuated her curves, especially her voluptuous breasts and her fine, round ass. She noticed Beercan's dick twitch. Whether that was the product of the Viagra coffee or not didn't matter to either of them.

"Walk over here," she said, "and spread your legs and stand at ease." He did so and she cupped and felt his balls, then his dick. She then sat down and looked him up and down before feeling his thighs and calves. She stood up again and felt his chest and told him to turn around so that she could feel his ass. She then went to a telephone and picked up the receiver.

"I have number four in here," she said into the hone. "I am purchasing him for two hours. If I buy him in the future I might want to spank him or peg him but not today. Thank you." She then turned to Beercan and told him to get on the bed face up.

The bed was narrow and as soon as he was on it, she pressed a button that caused wings to came out on the side and bottom. Beercan was now spread eagle on the bed and she told him not to move as she flipped cuffs on his writs and ankles. The cuffs were well padded and while he could not get out of them, they did not hurt or cut off his circulation. 

She then said, "Now I will be blindfolding you because I like to play naked, and you are not allowed to see me that way. You can only fantasize." 

As she put on his mask, she told him to really enjoy what was going to happen next since the next time she was going to purchase him, it was going to be for domestic discipline and pegging.

She said, "I have a hairbrush, a wooden spoon, and my old slippers that I will use on you as you lay across my lap. Then I have a peg race in store for you, and heaven forbid if you do not come in first. But for now, I am just going to enjoy your body. Can you hear that? It is my slip coming off. You would love to see my naked body wouldn't you?"




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Well your other senses will have to make up for it."

She now got on the bed and straddled his face. His tongue automatically came out of his mouth to engage in cunnilingus. 

But she said, "Not so fast boy. First feel my bush on your face. I am going to rub it over your face down to your nose. Now breath deep,"

As she did this she began to massage his inner thigh and balls. The she moved up to rub his biceps as she bit his nipples first soft, then hard, then she suckled them. When she saw that he was totally erect, she finally moved down on his face far enough so that she began to grind her pussy into his mouth. He obliged her by digging his tongue deep inside her and by licking and then biting her clit and then once again thrusting his tongue deep inside her. She responded by forcing her pussy deeply onto his face, at times almost suffocating him but always pulling up when he really needed a breath. 

While he was eating her out, she was licking, biting and suckling his nipples or licking his sweaty armpits. She licked down from his nipples to his navel and then to his thighs always being careful never to touch his dick. At points she got off his face to move in between his legs to suck his balls and lick his thighs, but no matter how hard he thrust, she did not tough his dick.

For over an hour she teased him and used him. 

She said, "The next time I buy you, I will ask you to tell me how many strokes of my hairbrush, spoon, and slipper you will take in exchange for getting off? If it is not enough, I won't let you cum, but I intend to peg you in any case." She then left him and sat down far away. She walked to the door and shut it as if she had left the room even though she did not. He started asking whether she was there, but she did not answer. He continued to thrust the sky but with no friction available, he dick could not cum. When, perhaps five minutes when by, he finally went soft, and she walked over and got back on his face. This time she began to lick his dick, and it sprang back to life immediately. She now placed a condom on his dick and went over and slid it into herself. She began to fuck his dick with her pussy and even with the condom on, he shot in less than ten strokes. As soon as he was done, she removed the condom and made him drink the contents.

She had been watching Boa playing basketball as she fucked him, and she was done with Beercan, she helped him into a chair and flipped on Boa's number. She got her slip back on and then took off Beercan's blindfold. As soon as Boa came in, she tied him down on the bed, She then had Beercan stand up and told him to leave but not before slapping him on the ass and telling him that he did really well both when he was in front of the swimming pool and here. 

"In the next few days, I am going to buy you for a whole 24 hours," she said slapping his ass really hard just to make sure he knew what was in store for him.

"I hope this boy's dick is as good as your tongue." She then opened the door, and slapped his other butt cheek.

"I like both cheeks to be evenly red," she said as he left her room.

He realized that he needed to go to the cube and piss, and that is where Ms. Leister found him. She told him that he would be free for the rest of the day, since he needed for the club pegging party in the village. Go in to the showers, and get more sunscreen on. They will remove your number so that you can play ball or go swimming without having to work. We are going to need you ready to play tonight.