3 comments/ 30339 views/ 12 favorites My Old Friend Ch. 01 By: thick1191 All rights reserved. Other than downloading one copy for personal enjoyment, no part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted by any means, except for reviews, without the written permission of the author. Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to the author. Any suggestions are welcome. This story contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact between Males. As such it is homoerotic, designed for the entertainment of mature adults. If you are not of legal age to read such material, or if the subject matter would create any kind of personal moral dilemmas, please exit now. Cast: Mike, my old friend---June, my wife---Don, an oral trainer My old friend My old friend Mike called to say he wanted to visit. Boy I hadn't seen him in forever. I didn't even think he knew I was married before I talked to him on the phone. Of course I told him we would love to have him but honestly I was of two minds. I was always the little twerp in school and Mike had kind of protected me. As long as he was my friend no one would harass me. Mike was a big, tall, popular jock while I excelled in the French club. Though we seemed an unlikely pair we were good friends until he went into the army as I went on to college. Now 15 years later Mike was coming to visit and I wondered about how we would get around the fact that for the last few years of high school I was Mike's blow buddy. I didn't know how we could move on from that. It wasn't as if I hadn't thought about it; in fact I thought about it during sex with my wife, June. I picked him up at the airport and looked forward to a re-acquainting conversation on the hour-long drive to my mountain home. I knew he would be impressed with my wealth and position as a novelist. As we headed to the car Mike had somehow maneuvered me into carrying all the heavy bags. We talked of old times as we headed due west; Mike was the same old Mike. "Remember when old Don was pounding on you and I came along; I pulled him off you and slapped him around a little and he ran away. We went to the pond and as I remember it; that was the first time you sucked my cock. Oh, you didn't want to at first but then I just kept talking to you and when I rubbed my cock over your lips and then you were eager. I have to tell you Bobby; I've had lots of blowjobs but you're still the best. Maybe it's because you were just so dammed eager for my cum, who knows why we do things eh." By now I was a little numb; I didn't want to talk about this. I glanced over at Mike and was shocked; he had his cock out and was slowly stroking it. God it was huge, that thick purple head on the end of that long, thick prick with that gapping piss slit that looked like the mouth of a cannon. Oh yes I remembered. "Ok Bobby, this roads really deserted, pull over up there." In a trance I did as he asked, just like old times, I always did as he asked. Off the road I put it in park and felt that big hand on my neck just rubbing my neck. It was old times as he pressured my head down towards his cock. "That's right little Bobby, go for it, for old times sake." He opened the door and stretched his legs out with that big club between his legs just hanging out. It seemed natural for me to get out and scamper over to his side of the car. "It's big isn't it Bobby? Do you remember how I taught you to suck and worship it, I bet you do. Kneel now and enjoy." "I understand, Mike, I said." My gaze was already fixed on the enormous cockhead that was dripping on the car seat. He wasn't fully hard and the weight of his dick had it laid out on the car seat cushion instead of pointing up towards his face. I shivered a little has I remembered how it had been. At the thought of tasting the wetness that I saw and realized that I wanted to do it. I still couldn't admit it...but I definitely wanted it. Bobby chuckled to himself as he saw me staring at it, as if he knew exactly what was going on in my mind, knowing the private war that I was fighting between my brain and my dick, and knowing, in the end, which one would win. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get started already" he ordered. I slowly inched forward on my knees. I lowered my head and had almost arrived at his juiced-up cock when his hand grabbed my head and slowed my descent. "Just lick it a while first. You may need some instructions to help you to remember" I stuck out my tongue and lowered my head until it made contact with his cockhead. I immediately tasted the salty thickness of his precum as I used my tongue to probe deeper into his piss slit. I could sense that his cock was on the rise and heard a soft moan. Hearing him make that sound again set me on fire. I immediately tried to take the entire head of his cock into my mouth but was quickly pulled off again. "Are you deaf, Bobby? Look, I know you want this cock bad, but you WILL follow my instructions just like always. I only told you to lick it. I want you to lick it until it is completely hard, then I'll let you try and discover what other talents that mouth of yours might still have." Releasing my head, he once again relaxed while I continued to lick at his growing cock using only my tongue. "Its time now Bobby." Mike Held my head firmly pumping it up and down on his drippy meat, farther and farther down the shaft until the thick head began to hit the back of my throat. I felt the urge to gag each time it touched the back of my mouth but Mike didn't care anymore. Tears began to well up in my eyes, an automatic reflex when a person feels they are choking, how I remembered that feeling. Through those tears, it was easy to see that at least half of his cock was still outside my mouth. I knew he wouldn't be happy until it completely disappeared, just like old times. Moments later he pulled my face clear of his cock and held it firmly less than an inch away from the angry flared head. He didn't let me look at him, but I heard him say, "Take a long, really deep breath through your mouth" As soon as he saw me begin to take the breath, he slammed my head viciously onto his cock, his thick cock only pausing slightly as it bumped the back of my throat before sliding down the relaxed opening. Of course, as soon as I realized what had happened my throat was no longer relaxed. I was gagging constantly as he held my head down, my throat convulsing over and over around the thick invader. "Oh YESSSSSS!!! damm, that's it, it's like your throat is trying to get my cock off all by itself. Damm, Bobby, your throat was made for a man's cock, my cock, made to let a man sling his thick cum down that throat chute of yours." Just as I felt that I was going to pass out, Mike raised my head up long enough for me to gasp for air. I could see thick, sticky strands of saliva, my saliva, mixed with his precum gushing out of my mouth and down that thick shaft. It was the consistency of cum as it slipped nastily over his balls and ran down the car seat. Mike then proceeded to thrust my head back down onto his shaft and even though he had a little more difficulty ramming it past the back of my mouth and into my throat (he didn't have the element of surprise anymore) he still managed to slip it all the way inside until my nose was once again buried in his crotch. I gagged again, producing another thick, white glob of mucus to lubricate his cock for each successive thrust. He didn't hold me down on it as long this time before letting me up for air and thrusting it back again. Soon he settled into a long, slow, deep throat fuck and I was beginning to get a grip on my breathing just like old times. I was timing my breaths to occur at exactly the moment my mouth cleared the head of his cock. He was totally in control, never releasing my head for a second. Time had slowed to a crawl as I felt his cock swelling larger and the first violent wave of cum traveling up his shaft to empty far down my throat. Mike gripped my hair and forced my head off his cock. With great quickness for a man in the middle of cumming, he pulled my head back and moved to sit right on the edge of the seat with the head of his cock less than an inch from my mouth. It shuddered again and spewed a second massive load all over my face, from my hairline down to my chin. I wanted to cum with him, but I still had pants on had lost focus on everything but his cock; my nuts just wouldn't release it. A third blast coated my right cheek and quickly ran down to my chin, mingling with what was already there and gaining enough weight to slide off to the ground. Mike then used his other hand to pull his cockhead up and over the still spouting head of his dick, tightly pinching it off between his thumb and piss slit. "Keep your mouth open now, here it comes, ENJOY!" He held his still throbbing cock over my open mouth as he moved even closer to the edge, just letting it sit there for a moment, temptingly as he still kept the skin of the slit pinched off, staring smugly at me, watching my reaction. After what seemed like an eternity, he took his hand back and I got my first taste of his load. It was amazing. As his cock shot out the pent up cum ran out like a fountain directly into my waiting, hungry mouth. The taste was incredible and I knew that I was hooked again, everything he had said about me was true. I wanted to cry, I wanted to cum, I wanted to run away, I wanted to taste more of his cock, all at the same time. I closed my mouth and moved the thick, creamy cum of my old school buddy around with my tongue to coat the entire inside of my mouth, savoring the musky flavor and heat of his cum. My mouth was full and cum was dripping down my chin. I gagged on his warm, salty seed, but he once again pulled me onto his cock and commanded me to drink every drop. I totally submitted again, like old times, in agony but also in a delirium of joy at my total subservience. Sperm and spit now coated my face to my surprise I found that every time this man's huge prick brushed my lips, I mouthed it compulsively. I couldn't help it. I hated and loved this feeling. As we continued our drive I was surprised how easily we had slipped into our old, frank ways. He talked about how he liked to be serviced and how good it was to be back with his cocksucker. I couldn't help thinking about June. "Well Bobby I'm really pleased with you. After all this time you're still hungry for my cock. Remember when I told you that some guys were a little like girls and wanted to suck off real men. We were so young then but that's really how it worked out; you're the sucker and I'm the suckee. Nothing has really changed. I still need to cum 3 or 4 times a day and you still like cock. Of course you're a bit rusty, you'll need to train those throat muscles." "I've done some reading on slave training in the past and it boils down to getting your throat used to being filled. If you stick your finger down your throat and move it around and seek out those trigger spots at the entrance of your throat that make you gag you're training them to accept without gagging. The more you stimulate them and learn about what makes you gag, the easier it is to control your gag reflex. Also practice holding your breath. You can do this; just hold your breath for as long as you can. If you do this several times a day and continue to push yourself, you'll find you can hold your breath for longer and longer periods of time. Swimmers and divers do these exercises all the time." Mike said. "You need to practice holding cock deep down your throat and try to see if you can breathe around the cock; a skilled cocksucker can hold a cock deep down his throat and lick his man's balls while breathing only through the nose. Learn to like the feelings of choking and not being able to breathe. You'll do it because it's what I want of you." I didn't know what to think, Mike knew me better than I could myself. I hadn't seen him in years but in less than an hour I was his again, yes his cocksucker. I was driving slowly because I wanted to listen to his desires, I wanted to please. "A lot of guys make fun of cocksuckers but that's just wrong. A cocksucker only wants to serve his alpha male and that's what I want. Now, I am going to tell you what I want from you, my sex slave. From now on whenever I want, you're going to blow me. As I've said I often need to cum 2-3 times a day and more so it's good that I'll live with you. I will need you to suck me when I wake up and again at bedtime. I don't care who is around your house you will be there to satisfy me when I need it. Your body is mine to use for my pleasure. You will strive to do everything as good as you can. Follow all my instructions. If I want you to lick my balls, you will do it. I might make you beg to serve me. I will fuck your mouth, or have you massage my balls, or perhaps make you lick my ass clean. You may have to shave your pubic hair, or walk around in the backyard with no clothes on. Anything I want, you will do for me because you just, plain want to please me. Occasionally, I will have friends who need servicing. You will do them too. I will cum on your face or will make you take it down your throat. Whatever I want, you do. Do you understand?" I nodded. "Good, I'm glad you know your place, good, Mike said again. After a while he started talking again. You need to understand the psychological aspects of cocksucking. How to truly give service and submit to a man when he shares his cock with you so the experience is at its best for both of you. I have learned that although cocksucking is about one man giving sexual pleasure to another, like all sex it's really about both guys getting mutual satisfaction. Your satisfaction is routed in the submission inherent in kneeling with a stiff cock in your mouth. Mine will be in being superior to you; using you as a slut. Of course taking a man's load is just part of the job so to speak. But it's an important part. There's a reason that it's called "service." A guy using a cocksucker has every right to expect his load to be taken, and with gratitude. You must then look up at him and thank him with your eyes." Mike was talking to me as explicitly as he had in college; his soft demanding voice had excited me then and still did. "I know you're wondering how this works with your wife, but you don't need to worry, she knows it all." I was stupefied, how could she know, what did she think? I couldn't speak but Mike just went on in a matter of fact way. "I've been talking on a chat line to her for a month. It started as just a jerk-off chat but somehow I found out that she was your wife. Eventually I told her you had been my cocksucker in school. She came back to me that this was a turn on for her. We talked more and decided that letting you serve both of us would be fun and here I am." My head was swimming as I pulled into my driveway, what was happening. I gathered Mike's luggage and followed him into my house. "Nice place you've got here Bobby, very plush and secluded. Hi June, after all this it's so nice to meet you. I've told him how it's going to be so don't worry, our little Bobby is cool with it." I noticed that June was in a bikini, strange. Mike told me to get them a drink. When I came back they were on the couch talking. I set the drinks in front of them and went to sit down. "No, no little Bobby, you don't sit in our presence, get on the floor", Mike said. For whatever reason I felt I couldn't refuse and quickly sat in front of them. "I think it's time to continue his training, don't you June", Mike said? "Listen to me carefully now, you have some hard lessons to learn. As our slut and slave you are now totally subservient to and will obey my orders as your Master; in addition from now on those of your wife as well. You need to develop and nurture the trait of absolute obedience if you hope to be happy. Your function as our sex slave is not to question orders, not even to think, but to obey right away without question at all times. I think that it is time that you learned that lesson. The reality is that you'll be much happier if you don't think and just obey. It'll free you to be the slave you've always wanted to be, were born to be" Mike said with a smirk. I was in a trance as Mike continued, "Now my little cocksucker, it's time for your next lesson. Whenever I snap my fingers and point at the floor, you're to fall to the floor and kneel there with your legs spread and your mouth open. Let's have a little practice." Mike snapped his finger and pointed at the floor in front of him. I didn't move. He slapped my face hard with an open hand. I felt a tear rolling down my cheek. He snapped his fingers again and pointed. This time I reluctantly shuffled to the spot on my knees with my legs spread. I glance at June whose face registers surprise at my easy compliance. "You see June, he wants to serve us, let's give him some practice eh." They told me to get up and strip naked as they sipped their wine. I thought I had no choice but it was obvious that I was excited by this treatment; my little prick was hard and they were laughing. Mike again snapped his finger and this time I fell fast in front of him. "Take my cock out now and show your wife what a good cocksucker you are." I began opening his fly. His cock sprung free and I lowered my mouth to it. Just as my lips touch the cockhead Mike lifts my head, smiles at me and slaps my face twice. He then pushes me onto his cock. "You see June, he's really subservient and likes this kind of treatment. Understand another rule, whenever I want to fuck your wife, I will snap my fingers and point. You will move into position and unzip my trousers. When you have removed them you will prepare me to fuck your wife by licking around my prick and balls and then by sucking me off until I am nice and hard for your wife. When I tell you to, you will open her cunt lips and guide my stiff prick into your wife." I must have looked like I protested with my eyes. Mike didn't hesitate. Again he slapped my face hard, once and then again. The slaps are loud and shake my entire body. I begin to whimper and sob. Mike made sure that I got the point by slapping my tearstained face hard a third time. I felt the defeat that they must have seen in my eyes and I knew that that I would obey. "Are you ready to obey us at all times now Bobby?" He asked. I answered by sucking lustily on his cock, that beautiful cock, my new Master's cock. I didn't notice my wife smiling in the doorway. My Old Friend Ch. 02 All rights reserved. Other than downloading one copy for personal enjoyment, no part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted by any means, except for reviews, without the written permission of the author. Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to the author. Any suggestions are welcome. This story contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact between adults. As such it is erotic, designed for the entertainment of mature adults. If you are not of legal age to read such material or if the subject matter would create any kind of personal moral dilemmas, please exit now. Cast: Mike, my old friend---June, my wife---Don, an oral trainer---Me, Bobby It didn't take long for us to settle into a routine. June was now my instructor while my old friend Mike was out shopping for "new plumbing." "You know Bobby we've known of your submissiveness for a long time. As we talked of needing a man-servant and reviewed your willingness to please it became very apparent that you would be a perfect servant to us. Mike was really surprised that you had been able to suppress your urges after being his so willing cocksucker for a couple of years in college. Well now we've gotten to the real you, ha-ha, to your inner cocksucker", June said. "While I instruct you why don't you swab my feet with your tongue. Get them nice and clean, that's nice Bobby. You need to understand that you'll be much happier if you let yourself go and just concentrate on pleasing us. We're going to teach you how to be the best body slave you can be. You have to let yourself go, conquer your inhibitions, only then will you be free and happy. Deep down you know that you were born to please your owners. Yeah, that's right, your owners. In ancient times a prosperous couple always had a slave ministering to their needs. Their slave would wash them, suck them off and provide toilet services. That's what we want and you need Bobby; in your head you have a need to submit and we'll help ease you into it." I knew June was right. I was lost in licking her feet, so pretty and erotic. June continued, "in the next few weeks you'll learn to assist Mike in fucking me, how to lick our asses and suck a cunt. Oh I know you've eaten my cunt before but this will be different. You'll never fuck me like a real man again but you'll have all your needs fulfilled in our service just like any devoted slave would." I sensed rather than heard someone behind me, Mike was back and talking. "I see you've kept bobby busy, that's good. I think it's time though to see just what we've got to work with. You know Bobby that from now on you're to be mostly naked like any slave boy would be. I've found that when a slut is kept accessible and naked it helps him to accept just what he is. Now that you understand your role as our servant it's time to go another step." Mike retreated momentarily back to the table and returned carrying a collar made of leather. It had some small metallic hooks fastened to the outside surface. He turned the collar to show me that the leather was backed with a synthetic material on the inside. "Very comfortable, this collar...doesn't rub like leather, yet looks the same on the outside. Here, feel it Bobby." I took the collar and rubbed the inside with my fingers. It was soft. "Rub it on the tender skin of your neck." Mike took the collar from my hand. I was so surprised that I didn't have time to react as he moved behind me and placed the collar around my neck. It was soft. Before I really knew what had happened, the collar was securely fastened around my neck. Mike and June only smiled at me. "Come here boy, look at yourself in the mirror" Mike said. He motioned to a mirror mounted on the far wall. I walked to the mirror and looked at myself, an attractive and fashionably naked man with a studded leather collar fastened securely around my neck. I tried to undo the clasp and unfasten the collar. "Hands at your side now Bobby." My hands moved slowly down away from the collar to rest at my side. I felt something very cold on my back, it was heavy. "There boy, those chains will really remind you of your status."You'll find that this particular collar has some very interesting effects on its wearer. It was invented as a sort of training collar. I have found other uses for it, however. But enough, the effect is that while you are wearing the collar you will do as we tell you." "Acknowledge it for me Bobby you will do as we say!" Mike said. "I will do...do as you say" I stammered out. "You'll address me as "sir" and June as Maaam when you're allowed to speak but understand that generally we think your tongue is only to lick our ass." "I will address you as 'sir." "I think it's time to do a little inspection, see what we've got to work with, eh June?" "Turn, bend over and keep your legs spread nice and wide. We want to see your asshole, the hole I'm going to be fucking" Mike said. I flushed with embarrassment, turned my back to them and began to bend over. I did not expect that anything would be this humiliating. Mike was chuckling as he said, "Reach back with your hands and spread your cheeks apart. I want to see that tiny asshole." Cringing in humiliation I did as I was ordered. My cheeks spread open and cool air was blowing up my asshole. "Look at that tiny little hole. I am going to have to stretch him open gradually before he'll be able to accept my cock. I think we'll start with a small butt plug and every other day increase the size. We can force him to wear it all night. By the time he's ready it'll be a proper size." I could not believe what I was hearing. My friend Michael was talking about forcing me to put a butt plug up my ass every night. "Beautiful Bobby, now turn again and face me and assume the position." I did as I was told. "You're enjoying this, aren't you, Your hard", Mike said matter of factly. "You will soon feel what it is like to have a large cock pushed into your asshole Bobby. Then I'll enjoy the delicious feeling of fucking your hot and tight asshole until I cum deep in your colon, filling it with my hot cum. I bet you squeal like a little girl," Mike said. A few hours later I was resigned to my role as a manservant. In fact I was happy in it. They were right now that my docile nature was out in the open I was free to be just me. I was on the floor between Mike's legs gently nursing on his cock just as I had been told. I heard a man's voice and began pulling off of Mike's cock; I was rewarded by being cuffed across the face with his backhand. "Get back onto my prick bobby, that's where your full attention belongs, suck." I quickly mouthed his cock. "How's he doing Mike", the visitor, Don, I found out later, said. "Oh pretty good Don, he's an eager enough cocksucker but still can't take a cock right into his throat", Mike replied. "Don't worry, that's why I'm here", let me sample him a bit before we fit him up", Don said. The new guy, Don, zipped down his fly and Mike sent me scurrying over to get between this newcomer's legs. "Now boy were going to start your training as a body slave. You're to always listen carefully and perform as you're told. Don't worry we think you'll make a great cocksucker," Don stated in a voice as calm as if he was describing last night's dinner. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed June had sauntered in. She was naked and surprised me by taking my place sucking on Mike's cock. "To begin with boy I've always trained my servants to blow me without the use of their hands. It's harder to bring off your guy using only your mouth but I think a warm, wet mouth is way better than being jerked off. It's also that when you lack any control a slut like you is free to think only of the cock in his mouth, no distractions. Let me fasten those wrist cuffs of yours behind you now" Don said. "Now you need to get the entire shaft in your mouth, cocksucker. Look up at me, keep your eyes open and on me, your owner." I tilted my head back and looked up across his chest to his face. He was looking down at me, with an arrogant, self-satisfied expression on his face. I had seen a similar look on Mike's face a lot of times when I sucked him. "I love seeing a guy's lips stretched around my cock boy. You look real good there on your knees with my dick in your mouth. Take as much cock as you can now." I tried to take it deeper than before, the desire to please this dominant man completely filling my mind. I saw that Mike was fucking June from behind while they both watched my lesson. "Tilt your head back again, boy." When I complied, he grabbed my ears with both hands and pulled my face forward. At the same time he pushed his hips forward. I felt the blunt head of his cock force its way into my throat. I felt like I was choking and my eyes were watering but Don's eyes never left mine. I could see that he was enjoying forcing me to take his full 8-inch length. "Now you look perfect boy. On your knees, choking on cock with your nose buried in my crotch. Now you're really a total cockslave." I started to panic and couldn't breathe with his cock so deep, but he relaxed his grip and I pulled back some to catch my breath. As I sucked in some air he just watched me. When I calmed he forced me back down on his cock, completely jamming it into my gullet. Quickly he set up a rhythm with his hand and his hips. I was helpless with my wrists clamped behind my back; he could do whatever he wanted to me. It was almost like he was using my head and mouth to jack himself off. My head was still tilted back and I was still looking up at him, just as I had been told. His eyes focused on mine and I saw he was pleased by the way he could use my mouth for his pleasure. It was exciting to see his enjoyment of my submission to his fucking of my mouth and throat. As I watched his breathing grew faster and more ragged. His balls which had been slapping against my chin were now drawn up to the base of his cock. I knew the signs from my experience with Mike. The man was about to cum. I began to pull my head off his dick but his hands stopped me when I was only half way up the shaft. With a moan he began to spurt warm, sticky cum, filling my mouth with the thick, hot fluid that shot from his cock hitting the roof of my mouth. The next two spurts fully coated my tongue. I couldn't believe it! I had yet another man cumming in my mouth. Don's cum tasted kind of salty but didn't taste bad. I tilted my head back to look up at him again and found his eyes staring down at me. "Take it, cocksucker. Take my cum. Swallow it all boy. Yeah, that feels good. Filling your cocksucking mouth with my hot cum, the way your buddy Mike's been doing to you. Ah! Ah! Ah" Don exclaimed! My mouth was now full of his cum and He was still staring me in the eye. "Swallow it now boy" he ordered. Not really having any choice, I obeyed, letting his cum slide down my throat. "That's what you were made to do. You were put on this earth to suck cock and swallow real men's cum. You'll soon learn to do a lot more" he said. Don reached down and stroked his cock a few times, just milking it. He allowed me to pull my head off, but still held a fistful of my hair with his left hand. I watched as a milky white large drop of cum appeared on the tip of his cock, just oozing out of the slit. "Lick it up, boy." I no longer even hesitated. I leaned forward the inch or so and lapped up the last of his load from his piss slit. "Good boy. You're a good little cock slave. You just need a little more training is all? You've got a belly full of my cum now boy. It's good for you; look at your wife getting that cock slammed into her, Mike is really FUCKING HER." I watched Mike's cock, the cock I knew so well, sliding in and out of June's cunt. All of a sudden they both came with loud moans. After a bit Mike pulled out and motioned me over. "Clean my cock off now Bobby, you'll be doing a lot of this from now on, I think you'll like this new taste of cum and cunt jelly." Mike said. I licked and slurped until his cock was clean then took it into my mouth and sucked on it. The taste was musky and pleasant. "OK Bobby now clean out the cum in June's cunt, get it as clean as if she just showered." Mike instructed. Her cunt lips were puffy and covered with cum from the sex, I began lapping her using my tongue to go in deep and pull out the sticky cum; I thought to myself that this cum was about the consistency of clam chowder. I must admit that the humiliation of lapping another man's cum from June's cunt was hot. I licked and cleaned her crotch. It was Don who said I needed to get fitted up because he had to go. With my hands still behind me he fastened a leather piece around my head. It had a short knob that fit between my lips. It was only an inch or so long. When he had it strapped on he smiled and took a dildo and pushed it into the knob. It fit tight and actually screwed forward through the center, farther and farther. I began worrying as it reached the back of my throat. Don screwed it in just far enough so it was against the entrance to my esophagus, just tickling my gag reflex. "There, there boy after a few hours we'll put it in deeper. In a few hours you'll be able to just concentrate on breathing without worrying about gagging. Soon you'll be able to deep throat a horse. A good cocksucker must be able to take any cock right down his throat." That night Mike advanced the mouth gag further into my throat; it rubbed and tickled every time that I moved. It felt great! More to cum soon in the next chapter. I welcome feedback and ideas on this story.