I had been with Master for two weeks now; I knew I needed this training. Let me start at the beginning though. I’m 20 years old, white and slim built with a puny excuse for a cock at 4.5 inches. I’m 5’5” with brown hair and eyes and straight. My parents died when I was 5 so I’ve been bounced from home to home. I guess I’ve always been looking for someone to care for me and about me? Anyways, I’ve always been an introvert and not many friends. I learned about sex and BDSM when I was 11, thanks to that “dad”. Don’t get me wrong, there was no molestation or anything, just saw it and fell in love. The women always looked cared for and loved if they did what their Master told them to or if they suffered well enough. The thoughts and fantasies have stayed with me since. When I was 18 I decided to start to search for a Master, a male who was old enough to be my real dad. It took me two years to find Master Mark (only allowed to refer to Master or Sir from now on). He is the ideal 6’1” white male, strong but not nasty big. That nice smile is what got me, along with the soft tone when he was instructing me. He has a nice size home centered on 20 acre wooded lot with no close neighbors. He has about a half-acre of level grass surrounding the home. He is semi-retired so time can be spent how He wants. We corresponded for six months before a face to face meeting. We went over likes and limits thoroughly. He wrote up a contract that would last for one year, IF I passed His training. This is what I’ve always wanted so I happily agreed. The stage was set. I won’t bore you with the beginning; I learned His positions, my routine and expectations.

Today was a new step. I woke up at 6am as usual. Gave myself my daily enema, glad they don’t hurt as much anymore. Got his bath ready but not drawn. Started His breakfast, the usual eggs scrambled and bacon with biscuits and orange juice. It’s funny how I don’t even notice I’m always naked now with the exception to my chastity device. I pour my plain cheerios into my dog bowl; He likes how not only I am degraded to a dog bowl but warm soggy cereal too. I wake him up and we go into the dining room. I wait until He is served and gives me permission to eat, which I do because I know this is one of my only two meals a day. Once I’m done I clear my plate and go under the table. I know the routine by now. He is naked on his chair; legs spread arms up relaxing reading the news on his iPad. I start at his toes, liking sucking and slobbering on them as if they were my last bit of food. They don’t taste bad, but the point is to humiliate me. I work my way up his legs and to his balls. He is still soft; I begin to lick his shaved balls pulling them in and out of my mouth. In-between breathes I beg to suck his cock. He denies me several times, as it gets bigger. After what feels like hours he gives me the opportunity to serve Him. I happily lick his giant (8 inch thick) cock, from base to tip. Licking the spot under his head, twirling my tongue over His head before diving down on His shaft. I know that my ass is tingling to remind me to wrap my lips over my teeth as to not drag, why is my ass tingling you say? I know that teeth equal a painful paddling that is never forgotten. By his subtle moans and movement I know he is about to cum, I thrust his cock further into my mouth harder, gaging and choking. Again, my ass is tingling because I’m NOT going to drip a drop of His cum out of my mouth again! He unleashes His seed down my throat and into my mouth where I open my mouth showing him, not swallowing until He tells me to. He spits into my mouth, no surprise there, and then I hear him clear his throat. Wait, is He going to do what I think He is going to do?! Can I do this?! My heart is racing, it happens; He spits his lugie into my mouth. I’m just stunned at this, He starts to laugh.

“That’s a good boy, slave. Now hold if for Daddy, you like this don’t you?” He says.
I just shake my head yes making sure to not spill anything.
“You, swallow it slut” Master commands.
With a gulp, smack of my lips I obediently swallow.
“Thank you Sir”
“You know why I made you do that slave?
I don’t hesitate, “Because I’m here to please you Sir, what makes You happy I will do”
With a smirk on His face, “I knew you’d say that boy, I’m going to shower. I’ve laid out your clothes for today. Get dressed and wait on me, today you have a job”
My mind raced, what could I be doing today?! What happens to the money?
I crawl to my “room” on all fours to find on my kiddie mattress from a crib that is my bed, a pink girlie low V cut tight top, white see through compression shorts and flip flops. Where ever I am to go, this is sure to humiliate me. I’m dressed in a matter of moments and waiting by the front door.

After what feels like another hour, He is finished and comes to the front door. He has a pop tart and a 2 liter of water.
“Here is your lunch boy, today could be very busy or not, in either case you can’t work if you’re hungry”
I take the food and we are about to go out the door,
“I almost forgot” he says, “you’re not plugged!”
This adds a new twist to me, I’m dressed as gay as can be; now I’m going to have a butt plug showing too? He returns with the usual red butt plug and lube. It does not take long to shove it in and put my shorts back on.
“There, now we can leave, you’re such a good slave” With that he pats me on my shaved head, for whatever reason this makes me really happy to know He is pleased.

He starts to drive; it’s 40 minutes to the city. This gives Him time to explain what my day is going to entail. Being 50 and doing this as long as he has, he knows a lot of people in the scene, namely an adult book store / glory hole owner.
“Today slave, you are going to become an expert cock sucker. My buddy Steve has agreed to house you for the day in booth 5. You are going to suck every cock that comes in, if their balls fit, those too. No cock is refused, do you understand me?” he says in a new harsh tone.
I pause for a minute, noticing my heart pounding in my chest. I’m not gay, I don’t like sucking dick, but it pleases Him and that is what I’m after.
“Sir, I…I…I understand I’ll be sucking every cock that comes in, in an attempt to become an expert so I can please you or any Man as they should be pleased.” Wow, that just came out of my mouth, where have these thoughts or feelings been? I’m learning about me more and more.
“Good” he says, “I knew you were the perfect slave for me.”

We arrive and go inside, I feel like the world is poking fun of my get up. We go inside to meet with Steve, it’s only 9:45am and they don’t open until 10am. Master and Steve make small talk for a couple, and then Steve takes us to the booth.
“Well Steve, what is this little wanna be slave going to be doing today?” Master asks, knowing the answer.

“Glad you asked Mark” looking at me “today this cunt is going to be sucking dick. You see booth 5’s door can be locked from the outside so the inside handle does not work. So boy, you’ll be in there until we let you out, since today is a Monday, that’ll probably be around 8pm when the crowds die down.”
Crowds? Suddenly my stomach is uneasy and I’m questioning whether I can do this, can I run away now?
He continues “Here are the rules, listen closely:
Rule 1-the door is locked, don’t try to open it.
Rule 2-the bucket in the corner is to piss in.
Rule 3-there will always be some sort of gay hardcore film playing so the customers know it’s a fag boi sucking their cocks.
Rule 4-you are to suck every cock that comes through, clean or not”
“Oh fuck!” I thought. I’m scared now, what if they’re all nasty?
He continues.
“Rule 5-you will swallow ALL of their cum and thank them for it.
Rule 6-and this is the house favorite rule, if the man is not happy with your job, they are going to tell me, I then will walk them back to you with a heavy wooden paddle, they will then swat your ass 3 times and you will thank them for their continued efforts to correct your abilities”
With that last rule, my ass tingled again, my heart sank and I knew I was in for a very long day.
“Well Steve, guess that was quick and easy, I’ll be calling you later. You know what Steve, I have to piss, I’ll be right back.”
“Mark, come on man, the bucket is right there, give the poor boy something to remember you by? Why not the smell of your piss?” He laughs, I was worried. The piss stage is not coming up for a while, I still have time! Luckily for me, He pisses in the bucket and zips up.
“Oh yeah, slut I almost forgot. Take off every bit of clothing, now” Master commanded.
I complied as quick as I could.
“I’ll bring these back if you’ve been good” He said. With that they left me in the booth, no lights on yet, the smell of the new piss in the bucket and me naked except my butt plug. I still have my lunch to look forward too? About two minutes later, the screen comes on with a slave tied to a post outside on what looks to be a hot sunny day and a Master in leather whipping his ass leaving very red marks. Now I can see the room again. I have a medal folding chair in one corner and a small padded bench along one wall. I see the hole that will consume my day, it’s seems big enough to fit any cock and probably balls too. I sigh and think of how I’m going to do this.

First customer.
I was probably an hour later that the first knock on the wall came. I jumped out of my seat startled. I quickly kneel in front of the hole and say “Yes, I’m here for you” through the hole. With that, the first cock came through. It was a white cock about 6.5 inches and decent girth, cut & clean too. I thought they would all be like that! I begin what I do for Master, and with as much vigor. It took about 5 minutes, but he started to bang on the wall, I knew instantly what that meant, he was about to cum. I concentrated and swallowed it all. Surprisingly I was thrilled I pleased another man. He kept his cock in my mouth until he was soft. Pulling out, I watched through the hole as he zipped up his pants and left. I waited anxiously to see if I was good or not. Just then I hear Steve “You did good boy, keep that up and today will be easy, don’t and, well, you know” Holy shit there was a speaker in here, can he hear me? Am I being videotaped? I never agreed to that.

Again, it feels like forever wondering when the next knock on the wall is going to happen. I have to guess it was noon, wondering how many business men are going to come on their lunch breaks to get off because their suckrateries were not in today. Ask and you shall receive I instantly thought. I hear the bang, not a knock but a fist pounding on the wall. I jump to the ground and look through the hole first. A man in a pin stripped business suit was standing there. Was this guy mad or in a hurry, maybe both? I say through the hole “Yes, I’m here for you” . Then I see him unzip his pants and put his limp cock through the hole. It smelled of cum already. “Great , how long ago did he cum?” I think to myself. This is my challenge I guess. Just as I start to lick his cock and head, taking it into my mouth then using my tongue to lick his balls I hear his voice, “Come on boy, my bitch got me off an hour ago, you’re going to want to work really hard”. Fuck fuck fuck, I already know that once I eventually get him off he is going to say I was shitty, so best to get it done quick. It takes me 5 mins to get him hard, and another 15 minutes of jaw aching gagging and puking up spit as I throat fuck myself for this stranger. All the while I can hear him laugh, at one point I think he took a phone call too. Who was this man? It didn’t matter, I’m here to please him, not judge him. At the 20 minute mark, he pulls out abruptly, “Please let me swallow” I say, he replies with “in due time boy, to get me off I have to touch your balls, I like the way they feel in my hand”. “Yes Sir, to make you happy” I stated, well wish I had known that 15 minutes ago. I stand up, turn my back to the hole and back up until my ball sack is hanging in front of the hole where he has put his hand through. He takes them into his hand and complements me on the shaving (master has me shaved from the head down), and then without warning he grabs them firmly and twists them. I start to bend over in pain but realize that I can’t without pulling them harder. He lets go after only 3 seconds and before I can’t think he flicks them with his finger. I fall to floor in pain. His cock reemerges through the hole and he pounds the wall. Please let this be it, hope that made him happy, I don’t want my Master to punish me if I don’t please enough men. That was the trick for him, as he was cumming in two seconds after that. I watched him zip up laughing at my pain. Not twenty seconds after he leaves I hear on the speaker, it’s Steve and he sounded angry, “Boy, stand up, put your hands on either side of the monitor and face forward. That prick, that’s not fair. I quickly did as I was told. The door thrust open, it was the man I just sucked off, and he chuckled. “Don’t worry boy, this only hurts for a little while.” With that the first whack landed very hard.
“Thank you for your continued efforts to correct your abilities, Sir”
The second whack landed, buckling my knees and bringing a tear to my eyes, my voice changed
“Thank you for your continued efforts to correct your abilities, Sir”
Bam, the third one landed. I thought I would fall to the ground but stayed on my feet.
“Thank you for your continued efforts to correct your abilities, Sir”
He laughed and then spit on my ass and left closing the door behind him. Was this what I wanted in life? I’m in a glory hole, my ass is burning, my balls hurt and jaw ache, I was just paddled by some stranger who spit on me to add to the humiliation, just then my cock twitched and strained. Oh no , please don’t let that hurt too. I sat on the cold metal chair being happy it’s here, took a swig from my water and wiped my eyes. If, and that’s a big if, it were noon, I’ve got 8 or more hours. Then when I’m home what happens? Can’t think of that now, only focus on the task at hand, waiting for the wall to be knocked on again.

Part II

It was slow going with a sparse amount of Men coming into the booth. Some cocks were big and some small, most smelled somewhat clean and I was thankful. Out of the next eight cocks I only pleased four and so I had another 12 swats with that damn paddle. I despised that wooden beast now. There was a bit of a lull and was wondering if it was close to closing time when there was a knock at the door and it began to open. The light was bright and I had to cover my eyes, it was Steve. Instantly I was scared, he could do anything he wanted.

“Suck slut, you’ve done a mediocre job today thus far. As a heads up, ha ha ha ha, it’s 5:30pm and this is the busy time for me. Don’t fuck this up, these Men have real jobs that make them real money and they like to spend it in my store, free blowjobs from shit like you keep them happy. You had better perform.”
With that he shut the door, my heart thumping. Ok, this is who I am now so I better start doing better or there will be hell to pay from the Men or my Master!

The first cock of the busy time was my worst fear come true, it smelled horrible like they had just went running for 10 miles. I coughed and gagged at the smell, the Man noticing this laughed hard and said “I didn’t take a shower this morning because I over slept, oh and yeah I just left the gym.” This was my test, I was going to do this like it or not. I began to lick his cock to get him hard, then took his whole cock and sucked with all my might hoping to get the entire bad flavor off his cock and spit it out. This only helped marginally but I was able to complete this test and make him cum, to top it off it tasted horrible and he should eat a better diet. Once he left I took a swig of water and a bite of the pop tart to cleanse my palate. That’s when to my utter dismay I hear the lock on the door opening and knew that bastard said I was bad. I was right, in came the customer with Steve behind him. I was ordered onto the chair to receive my swats. Damn they hurt like hell; I hope I can get used to some of this so I won’t be in that much pain. That’s when the thought hit me, how much pain should I be “able to take” as it’s a conundrum really. I mean on one hand if Master wants to punish me or hear me scream for fun a low limit would mean it’s quick, but could hurt if He just continued. On the other hand, a high limit means a session would be longer to start with. Oh well, as of this moment I can only feel the immediate pain and focus on breathing it away. The busy time was indeed busy, I lost count of how many cocks I sucked for the day, 20 no maybe 25-30, but I just don’t know. Another random thought hit me, how much cum is that all together? I’m a sick person to not be upset about the fact I did suck a lot of dick, or that I made unknown Men “unhappy” for the day and my ass was on fire, no I was pondering the amount of cum I’ve ingested. The familiar sound of the door’s lock opening and the bright light. There was silence for a moment, then I heard Master say “well there is the little fag cocksucker I left here earlier.” Steve replied with, “Yes, he was not bad for a first timer either, of the 37 cocks he sucked only 13 were subpar.” Mark only said “13 is not bad if you’re a 14yo boy only learning, this cunt should know better. You know Steve, those men were unhappy and you may have lost revenue because of this pathetic boy.” Steve, “you know Mark I agree 100%, I may have lost money and need to have that made up to me, so how about you give me $50?”
Mark while laughing, “ha ha ha ha, no that’s funny but no. How about you take the $50 from this slut hole instead? I mean he is the one who did it.”
In my head I’m thinking of all the Men who said I was bad for no reason really pissed me off right now, on the other hand if I had done a better job than they may not have had the evil thought to spank me or they were doing it for fun, either way it was in my best interest to do better.
Steve, “Why you’re right Mark, I’ll let this fucker suck my cock, if he is good I’ll give him 13 swats, one for each customer, if bad then it’s an even 14. Deal?”
With a huge smirk, knowing Master’s reply already, “Yes Steven, that is a fair deal.”
With that Master went to browse the now closed store for toys and Steve used my mouth. This was the hardest it’s been used all day. He started by handcuffing my hands behind my back. Then announced “every time I feel your teeth I’m going to slap your face, understood?”
“Yes Sir, every time you feel my teeth you are going to slap this slave’s face.”
And to think that I thought the smelly cock was the test of the day, I’ve been mistaken. With that he began, slowly at first getting to the back of my throat and pulling away, testing when I would gag. Then he got deeper and deeper with it going past my gag point. That’s when it happened, he went far past my gag point and I coughed and my teeth touched his cock. I almost cried right there. He pulled out and with slight anger in his voice asked “was that your teeth you bitch?!”, my only reply is “Yes Sir, my teeth touched Your cock and now I must be slapped.” Is this what they call subspace? I mean here I am having sucked off 37 Men, getting spanked for some, now I’m getting throat fucked awaiting another spanking and without hesitation apologize. I can see how Master saw a good candidate.

Slap, “This”, slap, “is”, slap, “to”, slap, “teach”, slap, “you”, slap, “a”, slap, “lesson”, slap, “in cock sucking boi” Steve said. Now my face was on fire, I can feel the tears starting to form in the corner of my eyes as he begins to start fucking my throat again. I guess he was like the guy earlier who got off to hurting my balls, because it was only moments after he slapped my face red that he came in my mouth. It’s only half done though, the spanking is next. He pulls away and sighs, and says “well you’ll be glad to hear 13 is not that unlucky as you will get 14 because of your teeth. Wait in the chair and I’ll be right back.” Fuck fuck fuck, this is going to hurt and I can’t do anything about it. My little clit twitched, was this arousing to me to know that I’m about to hurt? Steve returned with Master and the paddle. Master started the conversation with, “you already know that Steve is going to hit you 14 times and you are to count them out loud. After each stroke you will say ‘’I’m sorry Sir for not pleasing your customers properly’ and then the next stroke will be given, understood?” At least this won’t be drawn out I guess. “Master, yes I understand I will count the stroke and say ’I’m sorry Sir for not pleasing your customers properly’.” With that it began.
Smack!
“One, I’m sorry Sir for not pleasing your customers properly”
Smack!
“Two, I’m sorry Sir for not pleasing your customers properly”
Smack!
“Three, I’m sorry Sir for not pleasing your customers properly”

Smack!
“Four, I’m sorry Sir for not pleasing your customers properly”
Smack!
“Five, I’m sorry Sir for not pleasing your customers properly”
Smack!
“Six, I’m sorry Sir for not pleasing your customers properly”
Smack!
“Seven, I’m sorry Sir for not pleasing your customers properly”
Smack!
“Eight, I’m sorry Sir for not pleasing your customers properly”
Smack!
“Nine, I’m sorry Sir for not pleasing your customers properly”
Smack!
“Ten, I’m sorry Sir for not pleasing your customers properly”

Smack!
“Eleven, I’m sorry Sir for not pleasing your customers properly”
Smack!
“Twelve, I’m sorry Sir for not pleasing your customers properly”
Smack!
“Thirteen, I’m sorry Sir for not pleasing your customers properly”
Smack!
“Fourteen, I’m sorry Sir for not pleasing your customers properly”
I’m a mess. I have tears running down my face and snot coming out my nose and shaking a bit from the pain. Steve leaves to put away the paddle and finish closing up the store. Master consoles me while I get dressed, wiping my face with my girlie shirt.
Master, “you know you have actually done well for your first time here and that makes me proud.  Let’s go home now.”

Wow, that actually made my stomach flip. I did it, I made him happy and in turn that made me happy. This is that moment when you know you will be a slave and happy with it, pushing your limits or rather your limits being pushed for you. We arrive at home and Master showers with me kneeling in the tub with him washing my disgusting body. He decides to take the pleasure / my pain and wash my ass for me with a little bit of roughness. He proceeds to inform me that tonight I will be allowed to sleep in his bed with my hands cuffed behind me and no blanket. This also has made me happy, I’m beginning to know my rightful place. As we enter the room he cuffs me and commands me to kneel in front of the bed. He walks around in front of me and sits on the bed saying only “worship my cock that is your temple”, with that I desperately begin. I start by slowly licking his shaft and kissing it’s head. Then I start to take it into my mouth sucking feverishly to make blood flow into his huge cock. I start to moan in pleasure when He is engorged. I open my mouth and slowly start to take him deeper and deeper faster and faster, the only time his cock is not in my throat is when I’m gasping for air. Just when I thought I could not keep this pace up any longer Master tells me to take one more deep breath. Once I do he grabs the back of my head and starts pounding my throat, when I think I’m going to be out of air I hear “start to swallow” with that he jams his whole cock in my throat further than ever before, I can feel Him spasmming and know that He is now cumming down my throat. He pulls out, and I’m breathing heavy. He tells me to stand up, spread my legs and stay still. When he returns he blind folds me. I feel some cold steel or metal stuff around my cock and balls, then what feels like a cold metal shaft going around my cock, it’s just a fraction smaller than my puny cock. A click noise? What was that? I knew I didn’t have to ask what it was as Master said “you now have a chastity device on, you will not cum or get hard without permission anymore, is that clear?” “Yes Sir, I will not cum or get hard without permission.” Master commands “good slut, I’ve been so proud of you today and that blowjob was very good” I’m smiling now and know he can see it, “but you got hard and that does not sit well with me, I’m here to control you, all of you. You will systematically through training give me 100% control. Since you didn’t know not to get hard and you’ve been spanked all day, plus how you showed me your dedication to my pleasure right now I was going to spank you 10 times, now just five.” “Thank You Sir! My slave cock is now under your complete control.” “Bend over the bed, you will not count these, just take them like I know you can.”
Whack!
Holy fuck, this was the hardest I’ve been hit all day or it’s just all adding up. I let out a small scream.
Whack!
I bury my face into the pillow and scream louder with each stroke.

Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
For the second time today I’m a sobbing mess. He tells me to get on the bed and face away from him. He gets right behind me. I work the covers over just my hands so I can caress his cock to ease him to sleep. He whispers into my ear “I’m glad I found you, you can take a good lesson and learn from it, you are dedicated to pleasing me even after I made your ass the sorest it has been all your life.” With that he reaches to my cock and balls and plays with them. This makes my cock swell and strain in the new device. He can feel me buck a little, knowing that I’m aroused and can’t do shit about it he stops and goes to bed, me still playing with his nice package. I’m alone in my thoughts now, it dawns on me. I have spent the day sucking and swallowing 37 strangers cocks, Steve’s and Master’s twice, been spanked 58 times and now I’m chaste. Yet despite what most would call a bad day, I’m happy that I’ve pleased Master and am eager to continue training under His guidance to make me the slave that He wants and for me to gladly give up control.

Synopsis: The story of how i was trained after seeking out Master. If enough people enjoy this, Master will make me post more.

I had been with Master for two weeks now; I knew I needed this training. Let me start at the beginning though. I’m 20 years old, white and slim built with a puny excuse for a cock at 4.5 inches. I’m 5’5� with brown hair and eyes and straight. My parents died when I was 5 so I’ve been bounced from home to home. I guess I’ve always been looking for someone to care for me and about me? Anyways, I’ve always been an introvert and not many friends. I learned about sex and BDSM when I was 11, thanks to that �dad�. Don’t get me wrong, there was no molestation or anything, just saw it and fell in love. The women always looked cared for and loved if they did what their Master told them to or if they suffered well enough. The thoughts and fantasies have stayed with me since. When I was 18 I decided to start to search for a Master, a male who was old enough to be my real dad. It took me two years to find Master Mark (only allowed to refer to Master or Sir from now on). He is the ideal 6’1� white male, strong but not nasty big. That nice smile is what got me, along with the soft tone when he was instructing me. He has a nice size home centered on 20 acre wooded lot with no close neighbors. He has about a half-acre of level grass surrounding the home. He is semi-retired so time can be spent how He wants. We corresponded for six months before a face to face meeting. We went over likes and limits thoroughly. He wrote up a contract that would last for one year, IF I passed His training. This is what I’ve always wanted so I happily agreed. The stage was set. I won’t bore you with the beginning; I learned His positions, my routine and expectations.

Today was a new step. I woke up at 6am as usual. Gave myself my daily enema, glad they don’t hurt as much anymore. Got his bath ready but not drawn.Started His breakfast, the usual eggs scrambled and bacon with biscuits and orange juice. It’s funny how I don’t even notice I’m always naked now with the exception to my chastity device. I pour my plain cheerios into my dog bowl; He likes how not only I am degraded to a dog bowl but warm soggy cereal too. I wake him up and we go into the dining room. I wait until He is served and gives me permission to eat, which I do because I know this is one of my only two meals a day. Once I’m done I clear my plate and go under the table. I know the routine by now. He is naked on his chair; legs spread arms up relaxing reading the news on his iPad. I start at his toes, liking sucking and slobbering on them as if they were my last bit of food. They don’t taste bad, but the point is to humiliate me. I work my way up his legs and to his balls. He is still soft; I begin to lick his shaved balls pulling them in and out of my mouth. In-between breathes I beg to suck his cock. He denies me several times, as it gets bigger. After what feels like hours he gives me the opportunity to serve Him. I happily lick his giant (8 inch thick) cock, from base to tip. Licking the spot under his head, twirling my tongue over His head before diving down on His shaft. I know that my ass is tingling to remind me to wrap my lips over my teeth as to not drag, why is my ass tingling you say? I know that teeth equal a painful paddling that is never forgotten. By his subtle moans and movement I know he is about to cum, I thrust his cock further into my mouth harder, gaging and choking. Again, my ass is tingling because I’m NOT going to drip a drop of His cum out of my mouth again! He unleashes His seed down my throat and into my mouth where I open my mouth showing him, not swallowing until He tells me to. He spits into my mouth, no surprise there, and then I hear him clear his throat. Wait, is He going to do what I think He is going to do?! Can I do this?! My heart is racing, it happens; He spits his lugie into my mouth. I’m just stunned at this, He starts to laugh.

�That’s a good boy, slave. Now hold if for Daddy, you like this don’t you?� He says.
I just shake my head yes making sure to not spill anything.
�You, swallow it slut� Master commands.
With a gulp, smack of my lips I obediently swallow.
�Thank you Sir�
�You know why I made you do that slave?
I don’t hesitate, �Because I’m here to please you Sir, what makes You happy I will do�
With a smirk on His face, �I knew you’d say that boy, I’m going to shower. I’ve laid out your clothes for today. Get dressed and wait on me, today you have a job�
My mind raced, what could I be doing today?! What happens to the money?
I crawl to my �room� on all fours to find on my kiddie mattress from a crib that is my bed, a pink girlie low V cut tight top, white see through compression shorts and flip flops. Where ever I am to go, this is sure to humiliate me. I’m dressed in a matter of moments and waiting by the front door.

After what feels like another hour, He is finished and comes to the front door. He has a pop tart and a 2 liter of water.
�Here is your lunch boy, today could be very busy or not, in either case you can’t work if you’re hungry�
I take the food and we are about to go out the door,
�I almost forgot� he says, �you’re not plugged!�
This adds a new twist to me, I’m dressed as gay as can be; now I’m going to have a butt plug showing too? He returns with the usual red butt plug and lube. It does not take long to shove it in and put my shorts back on.
�There, now we can leave, you’re such a good slave� With that he pats me on my shaved head, for whatever reason this makes me really happy to know He is pleased.

He starts to drive; it’s 40 minutes to the city. This gives Him time to explain what my day is going to entail. Being 50 and doing this as long as he has, he knows a lot of people in the scene, namely an adult book store / glory hole owner.
�Today slave, you are going to become an expert cock sucker. My buddy Steve has agreed to house you for the day in booth 5. You are going to suck every cock that comes in, if their balls fit, those too. No cock is refused, do you understand me?� he says in a new harsh tone.
I pause for a minute, noticing my heart pounding in my chest. I’m not gay, I don’t like sucking dick, but it pleases Him and that is what I’m after.
�Sir, I�I�I understand I’ll be sucking every cock that comes in, in an attempt to become an expert so I can please you or any Man as they should be pleased.� Wow, that just came out of my mouth, where have these thoughts or feelings been? I’m learning about me more and more.
�Good� he says, �I knew you were the perfect slave for me.�

We arrive and go inside, I feel like the world is poking fun of my get up. We go inside to meet with Steve, it’s only 9:45am and they don’t open until 10am. Master and Steve make small talk for a couple, and then Steve takes us to the booth.
�Well Steve, what is this little wanna be slave going to be doing today?� Master asks, knowing the answer.

�Glad you asked Mark� looking at me �today this cunt is going to be sucking dick. You see booth 5’s door can be locked from the outside so the inside handle does not work. So boy, you’ll be in there until we let you out, since today is a Monday, that’ll probably be around 8pm when the crowds die down.�
Crowds? Suddenly my stomach is uneasy and I’m questioning whether I can do this, can I run away now?
He continues �Here are the rules, listen closely:
Rule 1-the door is locked, don’t try to open it.
Rule 2-the bucket in the corner is to piss in.
Rule 3-there will always be some sort of gay hardcore film playing so the customers know it’s a fag boi sucking their cocks.
Rule 4-you are to suck every cock that comes through, clean or not�
�Oh fuck!� I thought. I’m scared now, what if they’re all nasty?
He continues.
�Rule 5-you will swallow ALL of their cum and thank them for it.
Rule 6-and this is the house favorite rule, if the man is not happy with your job, they are going to tell me, I then will walk them back to you with a heavy wooden paddle, they will then swat your ass 3 times and you will thank them for their continued efforts to correct your abilities�
With that last rule, my ass tingled again, my heart sank and I knew I was in for a very long day.
�Well Steve, guess that was quick and easy, I’ll be calling you later. You know what Steve, I have to piss, I’ll be right back.�
�Mark, come on man, the bucket is right there, give the poor boy something to remember you by? Why not the smell of your piss?� He laughs, I was worried. The piss stage is not coming up for a while, I still have time! Luckily for me, He pisses in the bucket and zips up.
�Oh yeah, slut I almost forgot. Take off every bit of clothing, now� Master commanded.
I complied as quick as I could.
�I’ll bring these back if you’ve been good� He said. With that they left me in the booth, no lights on yet, the smell of the new piss in the bucket and me naked except my butt plug. I still have my lunch to look forward too? About two minutes later, the screen comes on with a slave tied to a post outside on what looks to be a hot sunny day and a Master in leather whipping his ass leaving very red marks. Now I can see the room again. I have a medal folding chair in one corner and a small padded bench along one wall. I see the hole that will consume my day, it’s seems big enough to fit any cock and probably balls too. I sigh and think of how I’m going to do this.

First customer.
I was probably an hour later that the first knock on the wall came. I jumped out of my seat startled. I quickly kneel in front of the hole and say �Yes, I’m here for you� through the hole. With that, the first cock came through. It was a white cock about 6.5 inches and decent girth, cut & clean too. I thought they would all be like that! I begin what I do for Master, and with as much vigor. It took about 5 minutes, but he started to bang on the wall, I knew instantly what that meant, he was about to cum. I concentrated and swallowed it all. Surprisingly I was thrilled I pleased another man. He kept his cock in my mouth until he was soft. Pulling out, I watched through the hole as he zipped up his pants and left. I waited anxiously to see if I was good or not. Just then I hear Steve �You did good boy, keep that up and today will be easy, don’t and, well, you know� Holy shit there was a speaker in here, can he hear me? Am I being videotaped? I never agreed to that.

Again, it feels like forever wondering when the next knock on the wall is going to happen. I have to guess it was noon, wondering how many business men are going to come on their lunch breaks to get off because their suckrateries were not in today. Ask and you shall receive I instantly thought. I hear the bang, not a knock but a fist pounding on the wall. I jump to the ground and look through the hole first. A man in a pin stripped business suit was standing there. Was this guy mad or in a hurry, maybe both? I say through the hole �Yes, I’m here for you� . Then I see him unzip his pants and put his limp cock through the hole. It smelled of cum already. �Great , how long ago did he cum?� I think to myself. This is my challenge I guess. Just as I start to lick his cock and head, taking it into my mouth then using my tongue to lick his balls I hear his voice, �Come on boy, my bitch got me off an hour ago, you’re going to want to work really hard�. Fuck fuckfuck, I already know that once I eventually get him off he is going to say I was shitty, so best to get it done quick. It takes me 5 mins to get him hard, and another 15 minutes of jaw aching gagging and puking up spit as I throat fuck myself for this stranger. All the while I can hear him laugh, at one point I think he took a phone call too. Who was this man? It didn’t matter, I’m here to please him, not judge him. At the 20 minute mark, he pulls out abruptly, �Please let me swallow� I say, he replies with �in due time boy, to get me off I have to touch your balls, I like the way they feel in my hand�. �Yes Sir, to make you happy� I stated, well wish I had known that 15 minutes ago. I stand up, turn my back to the hole and back up until my ball sack is hanging in front of the hole where he has put his hand through. He takes them into his hand and complements me on the shaving (master has me shaved from the head down), and then without warning he grabs them firmly and twists them. I start to bend over in pain but realize that I can’t without pulling them harder. He lets go after only 3 seconds and before I can’t think he flicks them with his finger. I fall to floor in pain. His cock reemerges through the hole and he pounds the wall. Please let this be it, hope that made him happy, I don’t want my Master to punish me if I don’t please enough men. That was the trick for him, as he was cumming in two seconds after that. I watched him zip up laughing at my pain. Not twenty seconds after he leaves I hear on the speaker, it’s Steve and he sounded angry, �Boy, stand up, put your hands on either side of the monitor and face forward. That prick, that’s not fair. I quickly did as I was told. The door thrust open, it was the man I just sucked off, and he chuckled. �Don’t worry boy, this only hurts for a little while.� With that the first whack landed very hard.
�Thank you for your continued efforts to correct your abilities, Sir�
The second whack landed, buckling my knees and bringing a tear to my eyes, my voice changed
�Thank you for your continued efforts to correct your abilities, Sir�
Bam, the third one landed. I thought I would fall to the ground but stayed on my feet.
�Thank you for your continued efforts to correct your abilities, Sir�
He laughed and then spit on my ass and left closing the door behind him. Was this what I wanted in life? I’m in a glory hole, my ass is burning, my balls hurt and jaw ache, I was just paddled by some stranger who spit on me to add to the humiliation, just then my cock twitched and strained. Oh no , please don’t let that hurt too. I sat on the cold metal chair being happy it’s here, took a swig from my water and wiped my eyes. If, and that’s a big if, it were noon, I’ve got 8 or more hours. Then when I’m home what happens? Can’t think of that now, only focus on the task at hand, waiting for the wall to be knocked on again.

Part II

It was slow going with a sparse amount of Men coming into the booth. Some cocks were big and some small, most smelled somewhat clean and I was thankful. Out of the next eight cocks I only pleased four and so I had another 12 swats with that damn paddle. I despised that wooden beast now. There was a bit of a lull and was wondering if it was close to closing time when there was a knock at the door and it began to open. The light was bright and I had to cover my eyes, it was Steve. Instantly I was scared, he could do anything he wanted.

�Suck slut, you’ve done a mediocre job today thus far. As a heads up, ha hahaha, it’s 5:30pm and this is the busy time for me. Don’t fuck this up, these Men have real jobs that make them real money and they like to spend it in my store, free blowjobs from shit like you keep them happy. You had better perform.�
With that he shut the door, my heart thumping. Ok, this is who I am now so I better start doing better or there will be hell to pay from the Men or my Master!

The first cock of the busy time was my worst fear come true, it smelled horrible like they had just went running for 10 miles. I coughed and gagged at the smell, the Man noticing this laughed hard and said �I didn’t take a shower this morning because I over slept, oh and yeah I just left the gym.� This was my test, I was going to do this like it or not. I began to lick his cock to get him hard, then took his whole cock and sucked with all my might hoping to get the entire bad flavor off his cock and spit it out. This only helped marginally but I was able to complete this test and make him cum, to top it off it tasted horrible and he should eat a better diet. Once he left I took a swig of water and a bite of the pop tart to cleanse my palate. That’s when to my utter dismay I hear the lock on the door opening and knew that bastard said I was bad. I was right, in came the customer with Steve behind him. I was ordered onto the chair to receive my swats. Damn they hurt like hell; I hope I can get used to some of this so I won’t be in that much pain. That’s when the thought hit me, how much pain should I be �able to take� as it’s a conundrum really. I mean on one hand if Master wants to punish me or hear me scream for fun a low limit would mean it’s quick, but could hurt if He just continued. On the other hand, a high limit means a session would be longer to start with. Oh well, as of this moment I can only feel the immediate pain and focus on breathing it away. The busy time was indeed busy, I lost count of how many cocks I sucked for the day, 20 no maybe 25-30, but I just don’t know. Another random thought hit me, how much cum is that all together? I’m a sick person to not be upset about the fact I did suck a lot of dick, or that I made unknown Men �unhappy� for the day and my ass was on fire, no I was pondering the amount of cum I’ve ingested. The familiar sound of the door’s lock opening and the bright light. There was silence for a moment, then I heard Master say �well there is the little fag cocksucker I left here earlier.� Steve replied with, �Yes, he was not bad for a first timer either, of the 37 cocks he sucked only 13 were subpar.� Mark only said �13 is not bad if you’re a 14yo boy only learning, this cunt should know better. You know Steve, those men were unhappy and you may have lost revenue because of this pathetic boy.� Steve, �you know Mark I agree 100%, I may have lost money and need to have that made up to me, so how about you give me $50?�
Mark while laughing, �ha hahaha, no that’s funny but no. How about you take the $50 from this slut hole instead? I mean he is the one who did it.�
In my head I’m thinking of all the Men who said I was bad for no reason really pissed me off right now, on the other hand if I had done a better job than they may not have had the evil thought to spank me or they were doing it for fun, either way it was in my best interest to do better.
Steve, �Why you’re right Mark, I’ll let this fucker suck my cock, if he is good I’ll give him 13 swats, one for each customer, if bad then it’s an even 14. Deal?�
With a huge smirk, knowing Master’s reply already, �Yes Steven, that is a fair deal.�
With that Master went to browse the now closed store for toys and Steve used my mouth. This was the hardest it’s been used all day. He started by handcuffing my hands behind my back. Then announced �every time I feel your teeth I’m going to slap your face, understood?�
�Yes Sir, every time you feel my teeth you are going to slap this slave’s face.�
And to think that I thought the smelly cock was the test of the day, I’ve been mistaken. With that he began, slowly at first getting to the back of my throat and pulling away, testing when I would gag. Then he got deeper and deeper with it going past my gag point. That’s when it happened, he went far past my gag point and I coughed and my teeth touched his cock. I almost cried right there. He pulled out and with slight anger in his voice asked �was that your teeth you bitch?!�, my only reply is �Yes Sir, my teeth touched Your cock and now I must be slapped.� Is this what they call subspace? I mean here I am having sucked off 37 Men, getting spanked for some, now I’m getting throat fucked awaiting another spanking and without hesitation apologize. I can see how Master saw a good candidate.

Slap,�This�, slap, �is�, slap, �to�, slap, �teach�, slap, �you�, slap, �a�, slap, �lesson�, slap, �in cock sucking boi� Steve said. Now my face was on fire, I can feel the tears starting to form in the corner of my eyes as he begins to start fucking my throat again. I guess he was like the guy earlier who got off to hurting my balls, because it was only moments after he slapped my face red that he came in my mouth. It’s only half done though, the spanking is next. He pulls away and sighs, and says �well you’ll be glad to hear 13 is not that unlucky as you will get 14 because of your teeth. Wait in the chair and I’ll be right back.� Fuck fuckfuck, this is going to hurt and I can’t do anything about it. My little clit twitched, was this arousing to me to know that I’m about to hurt? Steve returned with Master and the paddle. Master started the conversation with, �you already know that Steve is going to hit you 14 times and you are to count them out loud. After each stroke you will say ‘’I’m sorry Sir for not pleasing your customers properly’ and then the next stroke will be given, understood?� At least this won’t be drawn out I guess. �Master, yes I understand I will count the stroke and say ’I’m sorry Sir for not pleasing your customers properly’.�With that it began.
Smack!
�One, I’m sorry Sir for not pleasing your customers properly�
Smack!
�Two, I’m sorry Sir for not pleasing your customers properly�
Smack!
�Three, I’m sorry Sir for not pleasing your customers properly�

Smack!
�Four, I’m sorry Sir for not pleasing your customers properly�
Smack!
�Five, I’m sorry Sir for not pleasing your customers properly�
Smack!
�Six, I’m sorry Sir for not pleasing your customers properly�
Smack!
�Seven, I’m sorry Sir for not pleasing your customers properly�
Smack!
�Eight, I’m sorry Sir for not pleasing your customers properly�
Smack!
�Nine, I’m sorry Sir for not pleasing your customers properly�
Smack!
�Ten, I’m sorry Sir for not pleasing your customers properly�

Smack!
�Eleven, I’m sorry Sir for not pleasing your customers properly�
Smack!
�Twelve, I’m sorry Sir for not pleasing your customers properly�
Smack!
�Thirteen, I’m sorry Sir for not pleasing your customers properly�
Smack!
�Fourteen, I’m sorry Sir for not pleasing your customers properly�
I’m a mess. I have tears running down my face and snot coming out my nose and shaking a bit from the pain. Steve leaves to put away the paddle and finish closing up the store. Master consoles me while I get dressed, wiping my face with my girlie shirt.
Master, �you know you have actually done well for your first time here and that makes me proud. Let’s go home now.�

Wow, that actually made my stomach flip. I did it, I made him happy and in turn that made me happy. This is that moment when you know you will be a slave and happy with it, pushing your limits or rather your limits being pushed for you. We arrive at home and Master showers with me kneeling in the tub with him washing my disgusting body. He decides to take the pleasure / my pain and wash my ass for me with a little bit of roughness. He proceeds to inform me that tonight I will be allowed to sleep in his bed with my hands cuffed behind me and no blanket. This also has made me happy, I’m beginning to know my rightful place. As we enter the room he cuffs me and commands me to kneel in front of the bed. He walks around in front of me and sits on the bed saying only �worship my cock that is your temple�, with that I desperately begin. I start by slowly licking his shaft and kissing it’s head. Then I start to take it into my mouth sucking feverishly to make blood flow into his huge cock. I start to moan in pleasure when He is engorged. I open my mouth and slowly start to take him deeper and deeper faster and faster, the only time his cock is not in my throat is when I’m gasping for air. Just when I thought I could not keep this pace up any longer Master tells me to take one more deep breath. Once I do he grabs the back of my head and starts pounding my throat, when I think I’m going to be out of air I hear �start to swallow� with that he jams his whole cock in my throat further than ever before, I can feel Him spasmming and know that He is now cumming down my throat. He pulls out, and I’m breathing heavy. He tells me to stand up, spread my legs and stay still. When he returns he blind folds me. I feel some cold steel or metal stuff around my cock and balls, then what feels like a cold metal shaft going around my cock, it’s just a fraction smaller than my puny cock. A click noise? What was that? I knew I didn’t have to ask what it was as Master said �you now have a chastity device on, you will not cum or get hard without permission anymore, is that clear?��Yes Sir, I will not cum or get hard without permission.� Master commands �good slut, I’ve been so proud of you today and that blowjob was very good� I’m smiling now and know he can see it, �but you got hard and that does not sit well with me, I’m here to control you, all of you. You will systematically through training give me 100% control. Since you didn’t know not to get hard and you’ve been spanked all day, plus how you showed me your dedication to my pleasure right now I was going to spank you 10 times, now just five.��Thank You Sir! My slave cock is now under your complete control.��Bend over the bed, you will not count these, just take them like I know you can.�
Whack!
Holy fuck, this was the hardest I’ve been hit all day or it’s just all adding up. I let out a small scream.
Whack!
I bury my face into the pillow and scream louder with each stroke.

Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
For the second time today I’m a sobbing mess. He tells me to get on the bed and face away from him. He gets right behind me. I work the covers over just my hands so I can caress his cock to ease him to sleep. He whispers into my ear �I’m glad I found you, you can take a good lesson and learn from it, you are dedicated to pleasing me even after I made your ass the sorest it has been all your life.� With that he reaches to my cock and balls and plays with them. This makes my cock swell and strain in the new device. He can feel me buck a little, knowing that I’m aroused and can’t do shit about it he stops and goes to bed, me still playing with his nice package. I’m alone in my thoughts now, it dawns on me. I have spent the day sucking and swallowing 37 strangers cocks, Steve’s and Master’s twice, been spanked 58 times and now I’m chaste. Yet despite what most would call a bad day, I’m happy that I’ve pleased Master and am eager to continue training under His guidance to make me the slave that He wants and for me to gladly give up control.

Part III

Master goes easy on me for the next few days, as he is trying to train me not destroy me. I’m used for numerous blow jobs and rimming his ass, making sure to get my tongue in there as far as possible. It was five days after the “hole” as I call it, that Master spoke during breakfast. “Slave, today you will start a new section of training, not that you are done with cock sucking, but it’s time to start humiliation and degradation.” I was scared again, that knowing knot in my stomach and tingle in my ass, my mind was racing. With that he made me fix a cup of black coffee and bring him a 24oz of mountain dew. He made me drink the coffee and chug the mountain dew, telling me that I’ll need to stay hydrated for today. He leaves the table and comes back with a strange article of clothing. “Slave, this is an adult diaper, you are going to wear this for the next three hours. With all the caffeine you just had, it’ll be hard to retain the water in you and the water you’ll receive. We will start with two hours wearing this while you do your morning chores, you are not to piss yourself. At the end of two hours I’ll allow you piss outside like a good doggy.” I thought to myself, this will be easy right? Two hours? So I started my chores, washing dishes. Damn the running water was not helping and this just started!

It was about 45 minutes later when Master came up to me while vacuuming and gave me a cup of hot tea and commanded me to drink it all. I knew He was determined to make me piss all in this diaper, or was he? Training is a very confusing time, sometimes you don’t know if the task is geared to make you fail or if you’re supposed to pass it. With the latter in mind, I held on with my belly feeling taught. Master called me to the living room where He was watching TV, instructed me to lay on my back feet towards his chair and hands behind my head. He told me that if my hands left my head I would get 50 paddle strokes, if I wiggled away from him it was 100 strokes. I knew what ever was about to happen was serious.

I saw him raise his feet, not so bad I‘ve licked them before, and then he rested them on my bladder. Ohhhhh, holy fucking hell, this is going to be the end of it now. It was only about 15 seconds later I informed him that I was pissing all in the diaper. He merely chuckled and continued watching TV. At the two hour mark I heard the timer on his phone go off. “Well looky here, it’s been two hours, you couldn’t even make it two hours. We will work on this more. For now, you lay there and I’ll be back in a moment.” All I could do is sit in my warm piss. Master came back with tape, scissors and a towel. He removed my diaper and dried me off. He cut the center of the diaper into a square and rolled it piss side out and made me bite down on it, taping it into place. Now he said it was corner time. I was there for what felt like for ever, probably only 30 minutes or so. He returns with a somewhat large black shirt, little pink girly frilly thong, a pair of red high heels and pair of tennis shoes, last and most confusing is a small bag of rocks. “Can you guess what we’re going to do?” He says, “No?” I reply honestly. “You are going to be humiliated to please me.” He smirked. My mind was racing.

I put on the shirt, it coming to just above my chaste cock, next are was the thong. Then Master gets a coin out, “Heads you get the tennis shoes, tails you get the heels, either way there will be rocks in them.” This made him smile super wide, I’m so happy this makes him happy. He flips it in the air, and don’t you know it lands on tails. This is going to be a difficult task as it is. I’m still wondering about the shorts? Are we going out in public? He tells me to get in the car, thank god it’s in the garage. As I sit down I notice that my cock can clearly be seen through the thong, however it was a relief from the short but very hard walk I had in the rock filled heels.

It’s a rainy day so I’m glad it’s not too bright outside. We drive up to a McDonald’s and up to the drive through. As he pulls up to the ordering sign, I feel him lift my shirt so my whole thong is showing. All he orders is a large vanilla milk shake. We pull up to the first window to pay, I know it’s a slim chance that the cashier can see or saw my thong but thought that she if she did I was done for. Master pays and it’s on to the next window to get the shake. They inform us that it will be a minute as the machine is not yet done, and a smile comes on his face as we make eye contact. My face went to a deep color of red, I assumed I was caught. Master gets the shake and hands it to me and says to specifically put it between my legs. It’s really cold as I place it next to my pink thong and we drive off.

He starts driving, just when I can’t take anymore He commands me to take a mouthful and hold it. This is strange I think, but a relief none the less. We are somewhat in the country now. He tells me to swallow it and repeat. This time he tells me to pull his cock out. Once I’ve swallowed the second mouthful I understand, the cold mouth then warm mouth trick. This repeats for a while until the car comes to a stop. We are at a park of some sort, since it’s raining there is only us (I hope). Master puts his cock in his pants, then reaches into the back seat and a roll of duct tape. He tapes the heels to my feet. Orders me to take off the shirt and get out, “We’re going for a walk.” He says. It’s not a long trail, only like a half mile, however I have heels with little jagged rocks duct taped to my feet trying to walk in the soft and muddy ground. Needless to say I was working really hard to keep up. At the end of this little trail was a wooden bench. Master puts on a poncho and pulls off his pants, putting them under the poncho. He makes me take off the thong and kneel down in front of him, and suck him off. I guess this humiliation (what I would call tame now) was really exciting for him because it was a very short time before he was cumming down my throat. Out of his pants pocket he pulls out a small card and tack. The card is laminated with “For a good time, email….” With my personal email address on it, he tacks the thong and note to the bench. We walk back to the car where he makes me put back on the shirt and shorts after drying me off. “Can’t have you get sick and me do the chores, ha ha.” He laughs. It was uneventful driving back but the thought of what happened and the fact that someone may email me, wait what happens if someone does email me?!