Road to Slavery, Road to Life

I had gone to the store to get a few things I needed and should now be at home, reading, watching TV or maybe even sleeping. Not kneeling naked in front of this man, I only know as the Master, his young son William and his butler Henry. Things like this don't happen in real life, I must be having one doozy of a nightmare.

"Now Pussyboy." The Master said. "There is no time like the present to begin your training and besides I think William will find it very amusing. So I want you to crawl over to Henry and using just your mouth and teeth, remove his jock then give his cock a really great blowjob. If you don't do a good job I will add 30 lashes to the 30 you already have coming. So let's see how good a faggot you really are."

I was stunned. Not only was he going to force me to suck Henry's cock he was going to force the indignity of stripping off Henry's jock with my mouth. Tears again formed in my eyes and blurred my vision as I slowly crawled on my knees towards the smiling Henry.

As I got closer I could see that Henry had already started to rise inside that leather pouch that he wore. Henry's smile only made me feel worse, so I looked down at his feet as I made my way closer.

Finally I was there. Henry's manhood was throbbing under the pouch and I was going to have to remove that pouch with my mouth. But how? I couldn't see any way to undo it. I looked up the straps to where they joined the belt around his waist but there were no ties or fasteners. I looked close at the top of the pouch where the straps were attached but again no way to undo them, and Henry's cock was throbbing even more.

Then the Master said, "Henry turn around and bend over, let the Pussyboy pig see where the buckle for the jock is located."

Henry obligingly turned around and bent over. He spread his legs and grabbed his ankles. There, smack dab over top of his asshole was the buckle that undid the pouch. To get it undone I would have to practically put my mouth and lips on Henry's asshole. I wanted to die right then and there. How much more degradation could one man take.

"Come on Pussyboy, get that fucking mouth up there and undo the buckle." The Master ordered.

Slowly I pushed my mouth forward, towards the snap. If you have never tried to undo a buckle with just your lips and teeth you could not possibly know how difficult it is, especially when that buckle is resting against another man's asshole. Although there was a strong musk scent, the smell was not really unpleasant but it was not something I wanted to have in my mouth.

Try as I would there was no way to get that buckle undone without my lips and tongue touching Henry's hole. All the while Henry kept moaning in pleasure.

Finally I managed to get the buckle undone. Henry started to stand up but the Masters voice halted him.

"Hold on Henry. Did you like the feel of the Pussyboy pigs tongue on your rosebud?" he asked.

"Yes sir, it felt divine." Henry replied.

"Well then I think Pussyboy pig should give your ass a good rimming. Did you hear that Pussyboy pig, get that tongue busy and give Henry's asshole a real good licking. Make sure that tongue goes right up inside his hole." He commanded.

Unable to do anything else I complied. I licked that hole all around the outside and worked my way closer and closer to the centre of the opening. The feeling of Henry's rosebud against my tongue was actually quite pleasant. It was so soft and smooth.

I couldn't put off the inevitable any longer and started to push my tongue up Henry's ass. I was surprised that there was no bad taste or smell. In fact I was finding that musk odour very erotic.

"That's the way, Pussyboy." I heard young William say. "Fuck Henry's asshole with your tongue. Let's see it going in and out, in and out. Make sure you get it in real deep. Henry will tell us if you don't."

I don't think Henry was even listening to the little prick. He was moaning and twitching and forcing his ass back against my face, as my tongue worked it's way in and out of his hole. After a while I actually began to enjoy what I was doing and my cock had risen and was throbbing. All kinds of emotions were running through my head. Maybe the Master was right, was I really a faggot?

Finally Henry couldn't take anymore. He wanted his cock in my mouth so he stood up and turned around.

"Suck it, Pussyboy." He commanded.

By now I was so turned on that I really didn't give a damn, so I took Henry's 6.5 uncut joy stick in my mouth and sucked it for all I was worth. Never having had a cock in my mouth before I was unsure exactly what to do. I didn't even have the experience of having had my own meat sucked. I must have been doing ok, because Henry just kept on moaning and trying to force that stick down my throat.

I was amazed at how wonderfully smooth and velvety Henry's cock was. I really enjoyed the feeling of it against my lips and tongue. There really is nothing else that can even remotely compare to it. And then there was the taste, just a little salty but not overly so. Actually I must admit that I really liked the taste, how could I have ever imagined that a cock would taste bad.

Every once in a while I would get a bit of a taste explosion as Henry would let off a dribble of precum. I found myself looking forward to each dribble.

By now I was really getting into it. My own need was becoming great, I slowly moved my hand up and grasped my cock and began a slow slide back and forth along the shaft. Sensations of pure pleasure were coursing all through my body. Every nerve end seemed to be on fire. I had never had a sexual experience like this before and I loved it.

So far I only had the head and a bit of the shaft in my stretched mouth, and I wanted more. I wanted to feel it in my throat, no that's not true, I needed to feel it deep in my throat. An overpowering lust to suck that thing as deep into my throat as it would go.

So I began pushing it in deeper. When it got to the back of my throat I began to gag. I pulled back slightly, waited a second and then pushed forward again, slower this time. When I began to feel the gag reflex coming on I would stop, wait for it to settle then push forward again. Then suddenly I realized that I had the whole of Henry's cock down my throat. My nose was nuzzled into Henry's pubic hair. I then began to fuck my face with Henry's cock.

Henry was moaning and trying to face fuck me. His hips moving in rhythm with my mouth. My hand on my cock moving at the same rhythm, it was heaven. All the pain, the humiliation, the degradation, it had been worth it for this wonderful moment in time. I twisted my head and my eyes met the eyes of the Master. Deep inside I felt my very first spark of love for this man that had done so much too me in so short a period.

I don't know how I knew but suddenly I could feel that Henry was about to cum. My hand picked up the pace on my cock, I wanted to cum at the same time. Then it began. Henry's cock was all the way down my throat when he shot his first load. I could feel the hot love juice scald the walls of my throat and at the same moment I began to spew my load.

I pulled my face back and the bitter sweet taste of cum filled my mouth. Henry was pumping his cum into my face faster than I could swallow. My mouth filled and started to overflow, out the sides and down over my chin. I could feel his hot seed dripping and running down my chest.

Finally we were both spent. I fell back onto the floor and lay there in a haze of pure ecstasy. I don't know, nor did I care, at that particular moment what Henry was doing. I was just enjoying the after glow of my first sexual release with another human being.

The Master let me lay there for a while and enjoy the feelings that he must have known were racing through my body. But all good things must come to an end and the Master spoke.

"Well Pussyboy, I don't think there is any doubt now that you are a faggot. You enjoyed that didn't you?"

I looked up at him with grateful, loving eyes and responded with, "Yes Master, very much, thank you sir."

"Don't thank me yet Pussyboy, your training is only just beginning. Just wait until Henry fucks your ass."

Oh no, I thought he's going to get to fuck my asshole. This just gets crazier and crazier.

"Now you have gone and made another mess all over the floor, so get your fucking mouth down there and clean it up." He commanded.

"Yes Sir." I replied and without hesitation I was on the floor licking up the cum I had squirted all over. This time I got to taste my own cum without it being mixed with piss. It also was bitter sweet, I think much more on the sweet side then Henry's was.

When I had it all cleaned up I sat back up on my knees waiting for the Masters next order.

"Now Pussyboy, I hope you realize that I am going to have to increase your punishment by 5 lashes." He stated.

I just looked at him dumfounded. What the fuck did I do to deserve that, I wondered? Well I didn't have to wonder for long.

"I did not give you permission to wank your dick. You were supposed to give Henry a blowjob and that was all. You must learn Pussyboy, that you are a slave, your life is now controlled and you never do anything without permission. I really have no choice but to add on to your punishment, it is for your own good. The sooner you learn your place in this new world, the happier you will be."

Shit, one minute I'm loving the guy the next I'm hating him. How can he do these things. First let me feel fantastic and then scare the shit out of me. So now I was going to have to submit to 35 lashes with that whip. I just didn't think that I would be able to survive it.

"It will be soon time for dinner, Pussyboy. Your training will continue after dinner. Climb up on the table."

I guess I must be learning because no sooner had the words left his mouth than I was up on the table. He came over to me, reached under the table and brought up a chain which he fastened and locked to my collar.

"Get some rest, Pussyboy." He said sadly. "You won't be able to get much after your punishment tonight".

With that he and William turned and left the room. I was all alone with the joy of my first sexual encounter still making me feel elated, but also the stirring of fear from his parting words. I was extremely tired so I closed my eyes and soon drifted off into a deep, but troubled sleep.

To be continued.