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The Salt Pile
by The Devil's Advocate (address withhle)

***

This story is about a young boy who is a little too 
adventurous for his own good. Robert takes advantage of 
this fact and blackmails the boy. The man then 
gradually transforms the unwilling child into his own 
personal sex slave. (Mm-teen, nc, inc, 1st, oral, anal, 
bd)

***

"Wow! What a gold mine," 13 year-old Jay thought as he 
looked over the nude magazine he had found.

Ever since moving to their new home in Topeka, KS, Jay 
had adventured further and further out. There wasn't 
much else for him to do really. Jay's mom seemed to 
always be at work and his dad was always drunk or out 
drinking. The only brothers and sisters that lived at 
home with him were the twins -- ten year old Karen and 
Joseph. The twins always hung out together and never 
bothered Jay much. He did have an older brother, David, 
but he had run away from home at an early age. David 
had reestablished contact with the family after turning 
18 but he seldom ever visited. Bottom line, Jay was 
often left alone to do whatever he wanted... and that's 
exactly the way he liked it.

Topeka wasn't new to Jay. He was born and raised here. 
Until recently, however, him and his family had lived 
over 15 miles from the heart of the city. Jay was very 
adventurous but 15 miles is a very long ways for a 13 
year old. He always knew there was more to the city 
than what he had seen before, but he had assumed it was 
basically the same as the part of the city that he had 
lived in. Their new home, however, was now right smack 
in the center of the city and Jay was quickly learning 
that things here were definitely different.

At first he just traveled out into the business 
district trying to find video game and other places to 
hang out. But most recently he had started adventuring 
into sections where it was way quieter. Areas where 
there were a lot of old buildings and such but no 
houses or anything like that. Not all of the places 
were totally abandoned but they clearly didn't get much 
use anymore. Mainly he was just looking for places 
where he could take his bicycle off road some. But, as 
he adventured he started finding secret hideouts and 
such. 

Usually it was just a small shed or something on the 
backside of some lumberyard or other storage facility. 
Places that looked like no one ever went into. Places 
where he could always come to hang out. Well, to be 
more truthful, they were places he could come and 
masturbate without having to worry about someone 
walking in on him or what have you.

It was on just such an adventure that he ran across the 
nude magazine. It wasn't the first nude magazine he had 
ever seen. But it was a treasure none-the-less. It was 
on the back of what appeared to be an abandoned city 
snow removal lot. There were still piles of sand and 
such, but it didn't look like anyone worked there and 
there were no trucks or anything of that sort. Of 
course, it is possible they kept the trucks elsewhere 
and the facility just stayed unused during the summer 
months... which it currently was (July).

There was a fence around the lot, however, the back 
gate was wide open and had been open the last few times 
Jay had drove past the place.

The piles of sand were kind of fun to try to drive his 
bike on, but what interested Jay the most was the 
building at the back end of the lot. It was an old 
wooden structure that looked just big enough to hold a 
small truck. There were 2 large swinging doors at the 
front. There was also a small door on the backside. He 
tried the small door first but found it to be locked. 
So, he risked it and went to the front, where he might 
be seen, to try the larger doors. They were unlocked so 
he looked around and then snuck inside. 

He expected to find it empty... but to his surprise it 
wasn't. Of all things, it was full of rock salt; one 
huge pile of it. While it was kind of cool to see so 
much salt... the awe of it quickly wore off and he 
decided to head out just in case the place was not as 
abandoned as he thought. He was cornered in there if 
someone were to come. Before he turned away though, he 
realized something. The pile of rock salt seemed to be 
rather solid. As though it had been there a very long 
time; at least for several months anyway. The pile went 
to within about 4 feet of the ceiling, which made him 
wonder if maybe there was some hidden space behind it.

If there was a hidden space then maybe he could come 
there sometimes to "hide" out. It wouldn't be his most 
favorite spot... but it would still meet his needs. So, 
he peaked back out the doors to make sure no one was 
out there. Then he got to work climbing the mound of 
salt. It was only about 8 feet high and pretty solid so 
it took him no time at all to reach the top.

To his delight, it was rather bright in the back. There 
were holes in the walls that provided plenty of light 
to see by, yet were small enough and high enough to 
provide complete privacy. Crouching, he stepped further 
back and found a nice little space at the back of the 
pile that gave him almost enough space to fully stand.

The back wall had lots of openings between the slats in 
the boards but there was no light coming through. It 
was then that he realized that the small door on the 
backside of the "garage" did not lead into the space he 
was currently in but apparently to a small shed or 
something attached to the back end.

All of this was interesting and all, but it didn't even 
hold a candle to what he found laying on the ground. It 
was a nude magazine. Apparently he was not the only one 
that had found this little getaway. The thought of 
someone else knowing about the spot scared him a little 
but that magazine he was now holding was more than 
enough to keep him from fleeing.

It was full of nude women. While some were posed with 
nude men in very sexually specific positions, there was 
no actual sexual contact. While it would have been nice 
to see the men and women fucking, Jay had more than 
enough imagination to fill in what the magazine lacked.

He looked through it carefully, but didn't want to risk 
getting caught masturbating. He didn't want to risk 
getting caught period. So, after about 5 minutes he 
decided to leave. It took all his will power to not 
take the magazine with him. But if he got caught with 
it at home he would be in so much trouble it wouldn't 
be funny. He decided he would just have to risk the 
magazine still being there the next time he returned.

Which, as it turned out, was the very next day. And 
sure enough, the magazine was still there just where he 
left it. This time he had actually brought his bike 
inside to hide it from sight, so he felt it was a bit 
safer to spend a lot more time there. Which he did. 
Doing what young boys like to do.

The place became a regular stop for him. Often going 
there 3 to 4 times a week. It was around the 4th week, 
however, that he almost had a heart attack. He went in 
and climbed to the back and to his shock, the magazine 
was gone. However, in it's place there was a completely 
different magazine. He immediately stood quiet and 
started peaking out the cracks in the wall he could 
reach... to make sure no one was in the area.

When he was convinced he was alone, he quickly climbed 
back out and left. For 3 days he drove past the place 
to see if he seen any activity. On the first day he was 
pretty sure he would never return to the place. But by 
the 4th day the thought of that magazine just sitting 
in there was way too much for him.

He finally broke down and went back. He was extremely 
cautious of course. What would happen if someone were 
actually in there looking at the magazine already? But 
when he went in finally he not only seen that no one 
was there but the magazine was still exactly where it 
was when he seen it last.

This magazine was WAY different than the prior one. 
This one was a ton more explicit. There were pictures 
of about every sex act he had ever imagined and many he 
never even dreamed of. There were women with men, women 
with women and even men with men. The men with men 
images were a turnoff for him but the others about made 
him cum in his pants.

So, it wasn't long before he was back into his old 
routine of visiting the hideout. Later, it had dawned 
on him that he could just take the magazine to another 
of his spots, but the threat of someone coming or 
already being there quickly became part of the 
adventure of it all. Plus, if he took the magazine he 
would never be able to return to the place to see if 
yet another new magazine was placed there.

It was in very early September that everything changed. 
He was back inside his little hideout doing his thing 
when suddenly he heard a noise. Someone was opening the 
small door at the back of the facility. Jay froze 
immediately. As the door opened and the light filled 
the small shed area he could see bits and pieces of the 
inside of the shed through the large openings in the 
back wall. As he seen someone entering the shed he 
ducked down and remained extremely quiet. A few seconds 
later the shed door closed and it became dark again 
inside.

Ducking as he had done, he had no way of knowing for 
sure if the person had actually left or not. Even from 
his crouched down position he could tell the shed was 
obviously pitch black. It was then that something very 
scary occurred to him. If there was someone in there 
they could be looking down at him right now through the 
slits. The thought scared him to death. He was 
crouching there half naked with a flipping dirty 
magazine still in his hands.

If they were still in there, what else could they 
possibly be doing in the dark? But his fear kept him 
from moving just in case. He crouched there for what 
seemed like an eternity. And right when he felt it 
might be safe to move again he heard a noise in the 
shed. Or was it from outside the shed? The shed lit up 
again for a moment as the door opened... then went dark 
again. This time he listened very closely and could 
hear for certain that the person was indeed outside and 
not still in the shed. He could hear them walking on 
the gravel outside.

His relief was very short lived, however, as he 
realized the person was walking around toward the front 
doors. Jay quickly dropped the magazine and started 
pulling and zipping his pants back up. It was way too 
late to get out but at least he wouldn't get caught 
with his pants down.

Sure enough, the front doors opened. He was caught and 
he knew it. His bike was standing right there inside 
the door and the person clearly could see it now. 
Despite this, Jay remained silent and hidden from 
sight. You never know. The door only remained open for 
a moment though, then it closed again and he could 
clearly hear the person walking away. He heard the 
person cough in the far distance and as he had 
suspected, it was a guy. 

"God that was close," Jay thought.

Jay quickly climbed back out and hurried to his bike. 
To his shock, there was a large brown envelope 
carefully balanced on his seat.

"What in the world?" Jay mumbled.

Why would someone leave him a package? It made no sense 
but he wasn't going to sit there and try to figure it 
out. He needed to flee and fast.

He was out the door on his bike and out of the lot 
within seconds. He peddled as fast as he could for 
several blocks, looking back constantly for anyone that 
might have been following him.

When he felt the coast was clear he pulled over and 
opened the package. What he found made his heart stop. 
It was full of pictures of a young boy jacking off. HIM 
to be specific! The guy had clearly been taking photos 
of him from the shed area. And from the variety of 
photos it appeared he had been doing it for over a 
month.

He immediately started ripping them up. He figured he 
would take the pieces and burn them later or maybe bury 
them or something. As he started ripping them up he 
found the note.

*

Hello Jay,

Yes, I know your name and where you live. 

Don't be scared though. I'm not going to tell your 
parents on you or anything like that. That is, I won't 
do that as long as you do what I tell you. If you don't 
do as I tell you then I will just mail copies of these 
photos to your house... heck, I might even just toss a 
few of them on your school playground even.

You are immediately to return to the salt pile. I will 
be waiting for you at the back of the salt pile. I 
don't know how long you took to actually open this, but 
you better hope it wasn't very long. I'm only going to 
wait so long before I leave for the post office. So you 
better hurry back.

*

Jay almost peed himself. The shock was just too much. 
He just couldn't return to that salt pile... yet, he 
couldn't not return either. He stood there staring at 
the note for what seemed an eternity. All kinds of 
thoughts went through his head as he tried to decide 
what he could possibly do.

He could only think of one thing he could do. And that 
was to return. Slowly he peddled his way back to the 
salt pile. He stopped several times and almost turned 
back. But each time he would envision those pictures 
circulating around his school and would press onward. 
He was about as embarrassed, as he was scared. How 
could he face this man knowing what the man had seen 
him do? And, what did this man plan to do to him?

When he reached the garage he found the doors were 
standing wide open. Jay cautiously approached. He 
looked all around and even behind the garage before he 
decided to go inside. He wanted to make sure the guy 
hadn't planned on catching him from behind or 
something. Of course, the more he thought about it the 
more silly it seemed... after all, they guy clearly 
could have caught him earlier had that been his plan. 
So, the guy must not mean him any real harm, wish to 
kidnap him or turn him over to the police.

"It's okay. Don't be scared," came a male voice from 
behind the salt pile. "Come on in and shut the doors. I 
won't attack you or anything."

Jay did as the man asked but kept one hand on the door 
in case the man decided to charge him. He would have 
more than enough time to get back out and escape.

"I've been watching you for some time," the guy said. 
"My name is Robert and you and I are going to become 
friends I think."

"W-what do you want," Jay managed to mumble.

"That's a very good question Jay. A question you should 
ask every time we meet here. Because that's exactly why 
you are here... my 'wants'."

Jay had no idea what the guy was talking about but he 
felt it best not to ask any more questions. So, instead 
he just stood there in silence. As his eyes adjusted to 
the dark he could almost make out the face of Robert 
peaking out from behind the pile. Robert was backlit by 
the holes in the walls just enough to keep his face a 
blur to Jay.

"Okay Jay, I think it's about time we got started. Take 
off your clothes."

Jay couldn't believe what he just heard. He couldn't do 
that in front of a perfect stranger.

"It's not like I haven't seen your privates before," 
Robert said as though reading Jay's mind. "Don't worry, 
I'll stay behind the pile. And it's not like I'm going 
to take a run for you once you are naked. Can you 
imagine how much trouble I would get into chasing a 
naked young boy down the street?"

Robert laughed and Jay almost joined him... not that he 
particularly felt it was funny though.

"But..." Jay began.

"But nothing," Robert interrupted. "You can do what you 
are told or I can head to the post office. Strip."

Jay knew deep down that nothing good would come of this 
yet he could not bring himself to leave. He stood 
frozen.

"Fine, leave then," Robert said in an irritated voice. 
"I have to hurry if I'm going to make it to the post 
office before they close."

"No, no... wait," Jay said. "I'll do it."

He took his shirt off first. Then he removed his shoes 
and finally his pants. The whole time he kept his eyes 
closely on the guy to make sure he was not inching 
forward. Jay also made sure he hung everything over his 
bike's handlebars next to him in case he had to make a 
run for it. He might loose his shoes but at least he 
wouldn't arrive home naked if he had to make a run for 
it.

"All of it," Robert shouted.

Jay put his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear 
and slowly pulled them down and off. His face felt hot 
as the blood rushed to it in his embarrassment.

"Good boy. You keep doing what I tell you and you won't 
ever need to be punished."

Punished, Jay thought to himself. What did he mean by 
punished? Did he mean the pictures?

Suddenly there was a flash of light from behind the 
pile. Jay jerked backward and almost opened the door to 
leave before he realized it was just a camera.

"Don't worry, I'm just adding to my collection. It's 
not like the other photos of you are not a lot more 
explicit than these will be."

The flash went off a couple more times.

"Okay, turn around," Robert directed.

Slowly, Jay turned his back to the pile. He craned his 
neck though to watch for movement behind him. 

Again, several photos were taken.

"See, that wasn't so bad," Robert said with a chuckle. 
"You can get dressed now."

Jay quickly redressed.

"Pick up that bag in the corner," Robert instructed.

Jay looked left and right and finally seen it. He 
walked over slowly and picked it up. It was a small 
black trash bag. Whatever was in it was pretty light. 

"Okay, take the bag with you when you leave," Robert 
told him. "You might want to open it before you get 
home. And I would suggest you find a very safe spot to 
stash it so you don't get caught. Now get the fuck out 
of here."

That last command was rather rude, but it was the 
sweetest words Jay had heard all day. He was out the 
door in a flash.

When he was several blocks away he kicked himself for 
not hiding outside the garage to get a look at who 
Robert really was. He couldn't get up the nerve to ride 
back though.

Confident that he was not being followed, Jay decided 
to take a peak into the bag. It was a large thermos. 
How strange, Jay thought. What's so secret about a 
thermos? But then he reached in and opened it and 
discovered it had some items enclosed. He looked around 
then back to the thermos and slowly removed the 
contents. There was a note, a small rubber object and 
what looked like, well, like some kind of rubber 
balloon with a hard nozzle on it.

He shoved the stuff back into the thermos and headed to 
one of his nearby hideouts. Once there he read the 
note. The note was rather frightening. It was a rather 
long note that gave detailed instructions on how to use 
the contents of the bag. Turns out, the rubber object 
was called a butt plug; the balloon was for giving 
himself enemas and the thermos was for transporting the 
warm water to wherever he decided to perform the 
enema's. The note was very detailed and clear... yet 
Jay read it several times trying to find secondary 
meanings in the instructions.

"Surely he doesn't expect me to do that," Jay thought 
to himself. "It's just so disgusting."

Before he even finished the note Jay had already 
decided to not do as it asked. However, when he reached 
the end he quickly changed his mind. It was there that 
the note gave a very specific warning:

***

I know you are probably planning to just ignore my 
instructions. But before you do you need to know a 
couple things.

1) I will know if you don't obey me. You see, I'm going 
to make periodic checks on you. It won't happen that 
often, but I WILL be doing it. If I approach you and 
say the words "Rock Salt" you will follow me to a 
bathroom or other hidden spot where you will remove and 
show me the plug. So you damn well better be wearing it 
ALL the time and it better be clean when you pull it 
out.

2) If you are not wearing it or if it doesn't come out 
clean you WILL be punished.

***

After reading the note, Jay sat there in silence for 
over 30 minutes. He just couldn't believe what he had 
gotten himself into. He also couldn't understand why 
someone would want him to do something so revolting. It 
made no sense. But at the end of those 30 minutes he 
had come to the conclusion that he didn't have much 
choice in the matter.

2.

The following day Jay filled the thermos with warm 
water and headed to his hideout where he had hidden the 
other items. This particular hideout was not one of his 
favorites. He had found it while exploring a heavily 
wooded area behind a lumberyard. Hidden within the 
trees and weeds was an old port-a-potty. He had walked 
right past it almost without seeing it the first time 
he had gone there. It was dirty and covered with vines 
and surrounded by bushes and other plant life. The 
inside was in pretty decent and clean condition though. 
However, it smelled pretty bad. While it wasn't a good 
place to hang out it did make for a good spot to stop 
at every so often if he was in that area and needed to 
use the restroom badly. Though, with the smell and all, 
he kept the spot as a last resort.

However, when he read the note and what he was expected 
to do, he just couldn't think of any better place to do 
it. Even on the very remote chance that he got caught; 
the door was lockable from the inside. No one would 
ever know what he had been doing in there. He could 
toss the enema balloon into the toilet to hide the 
evidence. The thermos would not give away anything and 
the plug, well, it would be hidden elsewhere. Then, he 
could just explain that he just had to go to the 
bathroom. Which of course would not be far from the 
truth.

The enema process turned out to be just as revolting as 
he had imagined. And it definitely did not help the 
odor of the port-a-potty any. The process was also a 
bit uncomfortable. Not just the insertion of the small 
nozzle but especially the injection of the warm water. 
It gave him small cramps, as he forced more and more of 
the water inside him. As he forced the water into him 
he felt like getting down on his hands and knees. 
However, the confines of the port-a-potty prevented it, 
so instead he just backed into one of the corners and 
bent over as much as he could toward the other corner.

It took him forever to get just a couple cups of the 
water into himself. The note said to hold the water in 
for 5 minutes. But the second he removed the nozzle he 
had to frantically turn to the toilet and expel it. He 
thanked the lords that he had thought to bring some 
toilet paper from home. He had enough water in the 
thermos for 2 small enemas as the note had requested he 
do. And on the 2nd try he did manage to hold the water 
a bit longer.

The butt plug was only about an inch thick but it 
looked like a tree trunk to Jay considering where he 
was expected to put it. And while he didn't think it 
possible, inserting the plug turned out to be WAY worse 
than the enema. He tried and tried but it just wouldn't 
fit. He tried every angle he could think of... bending 
over, kneeling down, you name it. It just stretched his 
ass too much. Every time he tried though he found he 
could get it just a hair further in. It was at least 30 
minutes before the fat end of the plug finally made it 
past his hole and seated into place. The tapered end 
was way thinner and Jay sighed with relief.

Jay gingerly pulled up his underwear and pants and then 
slowly bent over to put the thermos and enema balloon 
back into his backpack. The plug felt very odd as he 
moved around. It felt like it was rubbing up against 
all his insides. It also made him feel kind of like he 
had to pee, yet when he tried he couldn't.

Once he was ready, Jay stepped out of the port-a-potty 
and took a deep breath of fresh air. He had a jolt of 
shock, however, when he turned to where he had parked 
his bike to find a large man standing next to it. The 
man was tall and large. He looked like he might have 
been a body builder at some point and then had quit. 
While the fine muscle definition was no longer there 
one could still tell he was a rather strong man. He had 
black hair and a rough looking face like maybe a 
construction worker, biker or some other person that 
spent most of their time in the outdoors. He also had 
about a quarter inch of facial stubble as though he 
hadn't shaved in days.

"I-I... um just had to use the restroom," Jay mumbled 
out as he shook like a leaf in fright.

"I know exactly what you were doing in there," the man 
said.

That voice. I know that voice, Jay thought. But before 
he could put the pieces together the man said two words 
that solved the mystery for him.

"Rock Salt." It was the man from the salt 
pile...Robert!

Jay just stood there, petrified; half out of puzzlement 
of how he knew where to find him... and half out of 
pure fear.

"I fucking said 'Rock Salt'," Robert said in a very 
mean tone. "That means pull your damn pants down and 
turn around!"

Jay was numb from head to toe and his mind was a fog. 
But the next thing he realized he had indeed complied 
with Robert. He was standing there with his pants down 
and his back turned.

"Good boy. Now lean forward a little."

Again, Jay found himself complying. The awareness of 
what he was doing started to return to him though and 
the blood rushed to his face in embarrassment. He 
wanted to run away but he knew he just couldn't. 

Jay almost jumped out of his skin when he suddenly felt 
Robert's hand touch his ass cheek. Jay went to run 
forward away from the hand but Roberts other hand was 
already in front of him around his waist holding him 
still.

"Don't worry, I'm just checking to make sure you didn't 
hurt yourself too much when you put the plug in," 
Robert said in a soft voice. "Bend over a little more."

Jay didn't want too do it, but didn't see much choice. 
So, he bent forward until he could feel his weight 
starting to shift against the hand around his waist.

There was then a shock to the core of his being as Jay 
felt Robert tug a little on the butt plug.

"Oh," Jay let out before he could catch himself.

Robert continued to tug on the plug until Jay's anal 
ring released its grip on it. He gradually pulled it 
further and further out of Jay's ass. Jay's face turned 
red with shame. His face also lit up with shock 
suddenly as Robert stopped pulling and started pushing 
the plug back up his ass.

"Ouch. That hurts," Jay said. It hurt a ton but he 
managed to keep his outburst close to a whisper.

The second the end of the plug popped back through his 
anal ring Robert reversed directions again. It was then 
that Jay started to struggle to get free of this ass 
torture. He squirmed this way and that to get loose but 
Robert's steel grip held him in place.

After pushing the plug back in Robert let go of the 
plug. Jay sighed in relief. A relief that was short 
lived. Suddenly he heard a loud smack then pain rush up 
from his right ass cheek as Robert gave him a hard 
slap.

"Stop trying to move," Robert said. It was not a loud 
demand but it was an angry one. The tone of his voice 
sent fear into Jay. 

"You keep trying to get loose and I will turn your ass 
black and blue."

Jay then felt Robert's hand grab the plug again and 
resumed driving it in and out of his ass. He did it 
very slow at first but gradually increased his tempo. 
Jay was so focused on the plug going in and out of his 
ass that he hadn't noticed Roberts other hand move. 
Robert was now cupping Jay's groin. Jay did notice 
however when he felt Robert playing with his penis. Jay 
was really embarrassed now for despite the pain he was 
quickly getting hard. His erection confused him. How 
could he get horny from this? The thought of having sex 
with a guy almost made him sick... yet here he was 
getting jacked off by a guy and almost ready to cum.

Robert then started whispering to him. Jay didn't 
understand half of what he said but he knew the 
statements were perverse.

"You like getting your ass pumped don't you?"

"You have a nice cock. But I think I'm going to enjoy 
your holes a lot more."

"Yeah, I think I'm going to have you ass trained in no 
time."

It was only a few minutes of this and Jay suddenly 
stiffened up and shot his load onto the ground. Seeing 
this, Robert pushed the plug up Jay's ass one last time 
and then stood back.

"See, that wasn't so bad was it?" Robert said.

Jay didn't say anything. He just stood there with his 
head bowed.

"You have been a good boy Jay. You did the enema and 
put the plug in as I told you in my note. Therefore, 
I'm not going to have to punish you. And believe me, it 
was going to be a very harsh punishment. Instead, I 
think you have earned a reward instead. Instead of 
having you wear the plug 24/7 I think maybe 12 or so 
hours a day should do. I'm thinking from about 1 hour 
after you get out of school till the next morning right 
before you leave for school. How does that sound?"

Again, Jay remained quiet.

"I asked... how does that sound?!"

"Fine," Jay managed to mumble.

"Good boy. Now I have a homework assignment for you. I 
want you to meet with me at the salt pile at least 20 
times a month Jay. Your assignment is to go home and 
decide what days and times you would be able to do that 
for the next couple months. Make sure you can stay at 
the pile each visit for at least 2 to 3 hours. Make 
sure you put a lot of thought into it and have excuses 
and stuff ready in case your parents ask questions of 
where you plan to go. Last thing you want is your 
parents getting curious about your 'activities' if you 
know what I mean. Write up a list and put it under the 
magazine at the back of the salt pile within the next 
two days."

3.

Jay did as he was told and created the list and began 
making his visits to the salt pile. The salt pile 
quickly became worse than going to the dentist. He 
dreaded every single trip there. It wasn't that Robert 
did anything horrible to him. In fact, it normally 
consisted of him fondling Jay a little bit, playing 
with the plug some and jacking him off. But it was 
always just so embarrassing. Jay hated himself for 
getting sexually excited each time Robert would jack 
him off. The thought of being gay made him ill yet 
every time Robert would play with him he would get all 
excited. And as bad as it was prior to arriving at the 
pile it was always much worse right after he came. Once 
Jay would cum the sexual excitement would be completely 
gone and he would be left with just the revulsion of 
having cum from Robert's hand.

It was early October that they stopped meeting at the 
salt pile. It was starting to get cold out so Robert 
started picking Jay up in his van. Just a month prior 
Jay probably would have flat out refused to get into 
the back of Robert's van with him. However, they had 
met many times already and Jay was beginning to trust 
Robert. Well, Jay still thought Robert was a very bad 
man... but he at least trusted him not to kill him or 
anything drastic like that. 

Their meeting spot would change periodically, but often 
they would meet at the mall. Jay would ride his bike 
there, lock it up at a bike stand then wait for Robert 
to arrive. They would then drive to various spots. 
Sometimes they would just go park in the mall parking 
lot. Other times they would go further away.

While they always stayed in the van, what they did in 
the back of the van changed drastically. And that 
change was not for the good. He was made to do many 
revolting things in that van but one of the worst came 
after about the 12th time. After Jay had removed his 
clothes, Robert did so also.

After so many times together, Jay had become used to 
being near Robert in one form or the other. The most 
common arrangement was Jay sitting on Robert's lap with 
his back against Robert's chest while Robert jerked Jay 
off or had Jay jacking himself off. However, doing 
something like this while Robert was naked was a 
completely different thing. Jay wasn't sure he could go 
through with it. And, he almost ran from the van when 
Robert started taking his clothes off.

Jay just froze and stared at Robert. Watched as piece 
after piece of clothing was removed. When Robert got to 
his underwear Jay quickly turned his head to direct his 
sight elsewhere. He was just too embarrassed to watch 
him remove them. Instead, he just looked at the ground 
trembling slightly in fear.

Jay heard Robert say something to him but he was in 
such shock he had no idea what was said. He just 
continued to stare at the ground. Whatever it was that 
Robert said, Jay knew he was probably in trouble for 
not replying. He expected to be yelled at but it didn't 
come. Instead, out of the corner of his eye he seen 
Robert move toward him. Jay could just not accept his 
current situation so he just closed his eyes hoping it 
would all end.

But it didn't end. He felt Robert sit next to him. 
While there was a mattress on the floor of the van, it 
was the couch in the back that they almost always spent 
most of their time. It was on this couch that they now 
both sat next to each other. Robert's hand went around 
Jay in a kind of side hug. This was not new to Jay. He 
knew this meant Robert wanted him on his lap so they 
could begin. Jay hesitantly moved onto Roberts lap. He 
could feel Robert's cock touching him here and there as 
he moved into position. Jay was no idiot. He had always 
known Robert was getting hardons while playing with 
him. However, it was a completely different thing from 
feeling those hardons with clothing separating you and 
when naked.

Once into position, Jay slowly brought his knees up by 
putting the soles of his feet on the couch on both 
sides of Robert's legs. Then he gradually spread his 
knees apart. This was the position Robert always 
insisted he get into whenever on his lap. Once Jay laid 
back against Robert's chest this position gave Robert 
access to both Jay's penis and his plug.

Jay especially hated this position for many reasons. 
Not only did it mean a lot of contact with Robert's 
body, but it also left his head near Roberts. And 
Robert would always whisper the most lewd things to him 
while he jacked Jay off. The worst part though was that 
he knew that when he came Robert would ensure the cum 
went all over Jay's stomach and chest. 

Despite how many times they had done it, the position 
always confused Jay emotionally. Every time he would be 
looking down at his cock being jacked off by himself or 
Robert and every time he would be revolted at the 
knowledge that when he came it would go all over 
himself. Yet, every time he would still get excited and 
cum anyway. And once the excitement was gone it became 
even worse; especially most recently when Robert would 
make him rub it all over his stomach and chest. He 
almost threw up the first time he had to do that.

Today was many times worse though. Not only did he now 
feel Robert's naked skin under him, but when he looked 
down at himself he seen the shock of his life. He seen 
Robert's hard cock only inches below his own. It was 
huge. Jay's cock was about 7 inches long and Robert 
always said nice, yet lewd, things about Jay's size. 
However, his looked like a tooth pick in comparison to 
Roberts. Robert's must have been a good 12 inches long 
and god was it thick. It must have been at least 3 
inches thick. And it had a large plum size head on it. 
The size of Robert's dick was just freakish.

Jay didn't want to look at another guy's penis, but it 
was so huge. It was just too bazaar of a site to just 
ignore. Even the guys in the dirty magazines didn't 
have cocks as big as Robert's. 

"You like looking at my cock don't you Jay?" Robert 
whispered in Jay's ear.

Jay knew better than to try to answer. In the past he 
had tried to verbally deny the things Robert would 
whisper to him. But every time it always got worse. 
Sometimes Robert would even punish him by spanking him 
or twisting his nipples. Jay wasn't sure though which 
was worse... the comments or the physical punishments. 

For example, if Robert would make a comment like, "Jay, 
you like having guys jack you off don't you?" And if 
Jay denied that then Robert would often point out the 
obvious like the hard-on Jay always had when Robert was 
playing with him. Or the cum Jay had just shot all over 
the floor or onto his own chest. 

The comments were bad enough but it was these little 
bits of "proof" that Robert would point out that hurt 
Jay the most. These bits of "proof" made him face 
things he didn't want to face. Jay wasn't gay and he 
didn't want to become gay... yet, he just couldn't 
understand how he could get so excited when these gay 
things were being done to him. 

Many times he even began to think he maybe was gay. But 
of course, the second he would cum that thought would 
be quickly squashed by the guilt and disgust he would 
feel.

As he now stared down at his own and Robert's hard 
cocks, Jay wanted so much to just close his eyes shut. 
But he knew better. Robert always insisted that he 
watch as he jerked Jay off each time. So, there he sat 
staring down at the two cocks waiting for what was to 
come next. Many different thoughts ran through Jay's 
head in regards to what Robert might have planned for 
that day. However, what Robert did next was something 
Jay hadn't expected.

Robert reached down with his right hand and grabbed his 
own wrist-thick cock and then poured some baby oil onto 
it. He also poured a little on Jay's cock as well. Then 
Robert angle his own cock so it layed over the top of 
Jays. Robert's cock was so long that it still reached 
higher than Jays despite Jay laying on Robert's stomach 
and chest.

Robert then used his hand to hold the two cocks 
together. Robert's cock felt both soft and hard pressed 
against his own. It was also very warm... much warmer 
than his or Robert's hands ever felt whenever he got 
jacked off. While the feeling was rather fascinating, 
it was also rather disgusting at the same time. A man's 
cock was touching his own. On top of that, he could see 
some kind of clear liquid dripping out of the top of 
Robert's penis. It was running down Robert's cock and 
onto his own. Then dripping off onto his stomach. It 
was just, well, icky.

"Okay Jay, I have a new exercise for you to practice," 
Robert said. "I want you to use your legs to lift your 
butt a couple inches off my stomach. Then I want you to 
drop back down and then do that over and over again 
till I tell you to stop."

When Jay did as he was told he let out a small groan of 
pleasure before he could catch himself. For when he 
brought his ass up and down it caused his penis to 
slide against Robert's cock. Jay was turned bright red 
with embarrassment when he realized that he was 
basically jacking himself off against Robert's cock and 
hand. It was so disgusting... yet it felt so very good. 

"That's it you little faggot, hump my cock," Robert 
whispered to him. Jay tried to ignore his comments but 
he just couldn't tune them out.

"Look how long my cock is Jay. Can you imagine how deep 
inside you it would go if I stuck it up your ass?"

Robert was always talking about sticking things up 
Jay's ass but he never did. It was always just the butt 
plug. Jay knew Robert wouldn't do that though. It would 
surely kill him if he did. And as much as Robert liked 
to cause Jay pain he didn't think Robert would ever 
really hurt him. However, the comments still managed to 
place many vulgar and disgusting images into Jay's 
head.

"Yeah, I bet you can just imagine my cock going in and 
out of your ass right now. Just think Jay, one of these 
days you may be sitting in this very same position with 
my cock deep inside your ass while you hump up and down 
in my lap just like you are humping right now. And you 
know what Jay, I bet you will be enjoying it even more 
than you are enjoying humping against my cock."

As he spoke, Robert reached down with his other hand 
and grabbed hold of Jay's butt plug from below. Jay 
immediately froze when he felt the sudden resistance on 
the plug in his ass.

"Did I tell you to fucking stop?" Robert growled at 
him.

Jay grunted as he slowly raised his ass off Robert's 
stomach again. Robert's hand held the bottom of the 
plug steady against his stomach though. This caused the 
thick end of the plug to pop past Jay's anal ring. The 
plug was half way out of his ass before Jay reached the 
height Robert had set for him. Then the hard part came. 
He had to bring his ass back down onto the plug.

Over the last 30 days Jay had become rather accustomed 
to the plug. He was also very used to having it pushed 
in and out of himself over and over again in sessions 
like this one. However, this was the first time he had 
ever had to actually fuck himself on it. He went very 
slow at first, but gradually quickened his pace. He 
knew Robert would punish him later if he didn't.

"That's right, ride that cock Jay. Ride that big 
fucking cock as fast as you can."

Jay knew it was just the plug going in and out of his 
ass, but he could not help but visualize riding 
Robert's cock instead. He didn't want to think such 
dirty thoughts but with Robert whispering in his ear he 
just couldn't help it.

"Tell me you like getting ass fucked Jay."

Jay just ignored the request.

"You better speak up if you know what's best for you 
Jay. Come on Jay, tell me how you would like to have my 
cock up your ass."

Jay didn't want to say it but he also didn't want to be 
punished. He remembered the last time he had been 
punished. It was several sessions ago when Robert had 
first asked Jay to cum on himself. Jay refused and as a 
result got whipped with a belt and was not able to sit 
comfortably for several days. He didn't want a repeat 
of that whipping.

"I.. I like get... getting ass fucked," Jay managed to 
whisper.

"Louder Jay."

"I like getting ass fucked," it was barely louder than 
a whisper but in the small van it sounded to him like 
he was almost screaming it.

"I knew you were a faggot Jay. I bet you can't wait 
till the day comes when I stick my big cock up your 
ass. Keep saying it Jay...keep saying over and over how 
much you like getting ass fucked."

Jay's face was now wet with tears. Robert always knew 
what buttons to push to make Jay cry in humiliation.

But between his sobs Jay managed to do what he was 
told.

"I like getting ass fucked," Jay said it over and over 
again as he humped his ass up and down on the butt 
plug.

As he humped up and down he couldn't help but 
envisioned that it was Robert's cock going in and out 
of his asshole. Then, in a final thrust, Jay let out a 
groan and came all over his own chest and stomach. He 
then went back down one last time on the plug and then 
slumped back against Robert's chest as he caught his 
breath.

Jay continued to sob to himself as he realized he had 
just cum all over himself thinking about riding 
Robert's cock. He also sobbed at the knowledge that his 
ordeal was not over yet. He still had to rub the cum 
all over himself till it disappeared. This was always 
the worst part. Not only was it the most disgusting 
part but it was something he had to do after his own 
sexual excitement had already been sated.

Jay bent forward a little so he could once again look 
down at himself. Robert always expected him to watch as 
he rubbed the cum all over his chest and stomach. When 
Jay reached down to take care of the ugly task Robert 
interrupted him.

"Wait," Robert whispered to him. "You were a good 
little faggot today Jay so I think you deserve a 
reward."

Jay cringed when he heard this. Robert's rewards often 
were not "rewards" but just something further to 
embarrass Jay.

"I don't think you shouldn't have to rub your own cum 
all over yourself," Robert said. "Instead, how about we 
have you rub it on me instead."

As vulgar as it sounded, it was still better than 
rubbing it all over himself, Jay reasoned. However, 
when he tried to move off Robert's lap Robert held him 
steady.

"No, do it from there Jay."

"But...I can't rub it on your chest and stomach if I'm 
laying on you," Jay said in a puzzled tone.

Jay then got a sinking feeling as he seen Robert reach 
down. Robert grabbed his own hard cock and angled it up 
so it laid against Jay's stomach. It reached up past 
his belly button and laid in the middle of the cum Jay 
had just deposited there.

"I want you to rub it onto my cock instead," Robert 
said.

Jay didn't want to do it. But he knew he had no choice. 
Refusing was out of the question and trying to reason 
with Robert was not going to happen either. So, with 
shaking hands, he reached down with his right hand and 
got it wet in the pool of sperm on his chest. He then 
gingerly began to rub it all over the bottom of 
Robert's cock.

"Use your whole hand Jay and rub it in nice and hard," 
Robert urged him.

Jay did as he was told.

"Yeah, that's it you little pig. Jack my cock off with 
your cum-covered hand."

"I knew a dirty boy like you would like playing with my 
cock. Your really good at it too Jay. I wonder if you 
will be better at humping up and down on my cock than 
you are at jacking me off?"

"That's it Jay, keep going. Faster Jay. Jack that cock 
a little faster for me."

Jay kept looking down at that huge cock against his 
stomach as he rubbed more and more cum on it. The task 
was impossible to complete though because the more cum 
he scooped off himself and rubbed onto the cock, the 
more pre-cum Robert's cock would leak onto his stomach.

"Surely he doesn't plan to..." before Jay could 
complete the thought it happened. Robert shot his load 
onto Jay.

Jay looked down in both fascination and disgust as 
Robert's cock exploded. There was just so much cum. It 
kept shooting and shooting out of the end of his dick. 
When it finally ended Jay was covered from his neck all 
the way to his bellybutton. Jay was one big mess of the 
white stuff. Jay sat there frozen... not knowing what 
to do next.

"Okay Jay, we have taken care of your cum but now you 
need to take care of mine. You know what to do."

Actually, Jay didn't know for sure what to do. So he 
slowly reached down and scooped some of Robert's cum 
up. It was hot and slimy. He then moved his hand toward 
Robert's cock again to rub it in.

"No, my cum is just for you Jay," Robert chuckled.

Jay had to concentrate to keep from getting sick as he 
rubbed the cum onto himself. There seemed to be gallons 
of it. It took over 15 minutes before Jay's skin 
finally soaked most of it up. The whole time Robert 
just laid there whispering dirty things to him. Telling 
Jay how much he must love cum. How much Jay must wish 
he could actually eat it instead of rubbing it into his 
skin. It went on and on until most of the cum had 
vanished. 

Gradually the slicky, slimmy mess changed to just a 
fine layer of sticky film on Jay's skin. It was at this 
point that Robert always allowed him to stop, which he 
did this time as well. Now they would just lie there 
for a few more minutes as his skin dried. It wasn't 
until then that he would be allowed up to wash off with 
a damp towel.

Jay didn't understand why, but the whole cum rubbing 
ritual would make his own cock get hard again. He 
always tried to hide this fact from Robert but he knew 
Robert surely must have noticed at least a few times. 
As hard as he tried to hide this fact from Robert, he 
tried even more to push this nugget of information out 
of his own memory.

3.

Jay and Robert met in the van for over two weeks after 
that day. And each time was basically a repeat of the 
same horrifying thing. There were slight variations of 
course, but the end result was always the same. And 
while the new ritual became second nature for Jay, he 
still always felt sickened by it.

Lately, however, they began spending less time in the 
van. It was getting much colder outside and it wasn't 
easy finding spots where you could leave a van running 
without drawing any attention. So, instead, they 
sometimes went other places. Robert had even taken Jay 
to his home a few times. Jay never actually seen the 
outside of the house or even what neighborhood it was 
in. Not that he really cared too. His only thought was 
trying to get through the visit as fast as possible. 
And with as few punishments as possible.

Nonetheless, Robert didn't want to take any chances so 
he always made sure he had something to keep Jay busy 
in the back of the van whenever they were traveling 
somewhere. Whatever he came up with, it always involved 
Jay being blindfolded or as a minimum, facing the back 
of the van. For example, often he had Jay kneel on the 
mattress with his face against the sheets and his ass 
high in the air. 

Then he would have him reach back and spread one ass 
cheek with one hand and use the other to fuck the butt 
plug in and out until they reached their destination. 
He would also have Jay repeatedly saying stuff like, 
"Fuck my ass with that big cock." or "Cum up my ass." 
etc. This would drastically limit Jay's sight range and 
distract his other senses at the same time.

It's not that Robert was some kind of pussy though. He 
just didn't see a need to take chances if he didn't 
have too. If he was going to take a chance he wanted it 
to be worth that risk. And those risks often payed off 
in the form of his own sexual release or simply to 
embarrass Jay. Of course, he always tried to ensure 
that the event would ensure both.

His favorite was taking Jay to public places. A few 
times he took Jay to movie theaters. It was always a 
different theater and they never walked in together of 
course. But they did sit together. Jay was practically 
jumping for joy the first time they went. It meant no 
sexual contact for a change. Robert had even asked him 
to take out his plug before getting out of the van. Jay 
learned, however, to quickly dread the theater visits. 

The second the lights went down Robert's hand had slid 
from the top of the chair behind Jay down Jay's back 
and then to his rump. Robert asked Jay to scoot forward 
a little and unbutton/zip his pants. Jay placed his 
coat in his lap and then hesitantly obeyed the order. 
Then Robert proceeded to worm his fingers down the back 
of Jay's pants. It took well over 20 minutes but when 
he was done Robert had his whole hand down the back of 
Jay's pants and Jay was basically sitting on Robert's 
large hand. 

Jay kept looking around but no one was close enough to 
notice. They were way in the back where it was extra 
dark and the next closest group of people were five 
rows in front of them.

Once he had his hand in place, Robert started moving 
his fingers. He used his middle three fingers to play 
with Jay's cock which had been hard almost from the 
second Jay had been asked to unzip his pants. Jay 
wanted so bad to cum. But at the same time he wanted so 
bad not to cum... afraid of the total embarrassment of 
having to walk out of the place with a huge wet stain 
in his pants.

Robert had other plans for him though and stopped 
playing with his cock. Jay then felt Robert begin to 
worm his hand back out from behind. Jay felt relief 
only for a moment though. For the hand only retreated a 
few inches before it stopped. Then Robert did something 
that made Jay's face turn red. Robert moved his middle 
finger and started rubbing Jay's ass hole with it.

Jay had become very used to the butt plug but he still 
hated it. However, right then he was wishing he was 
still wearing it. Because it would at least have 
provided him some kind of protection from that finger. 
Jay turned his head ever so slightly toward Robert to 
his left. He looked out of the corner of his eye to try 
to get some kind of read on Robert. To see if he could 
tell what he might be planning to do next. He expected 
Robert to be looking at him or something... but instead 
Robert was just looking straight forward like he was 
enjoying the movie.

Robert then began to bend his finger. The more Robert 
bent that finger upward, the more Jay had to lift 
himself above the chair to avoid it. It wasn't long 
before Jay was hovering a good three or four inches 
above the chair. Robert's hand just laid there pressing 
Jay's pants against the chair with that finger bent 
upward touching Jay's asshole. 

Jay knew Robert wanted that finger up his asshole but 
he stayed hunched up over it anyway. He had never had 
anything but the butt plug up his ass and the thought 
of Robert's finger going there was not appealing to 
him. He expected Robert to yell at him any moment. But 
every time Jay would sneak a peak at Robert he saw that 
Robert was just looking forward without a care in the 
world. He even would see Robert smiling and laughing at 
the funny parts of the movie.

It was about two minutes later that Jay realized the 
true severity of his situation. It was then that Jay's 
arms and stomach muscles started to weaken from the 
strain of holding himself up. Jay wanted to stand to 
get away but he couldn't with Robert's hand in his 
pants. He had only two choices. He could make a big 
scene to scare Robert's hand out of his pants or he 
could sit down. Making a scene was definitely out of 
the question. Robert had photographed and video taped 
almost every visit they had had together. Even if 
Robert were to be caught by the police or something, 
Jay could not handle the thought of anyone ever seeing 
those images.

Jay started to groan a little as the burning in his 
muscles grew hotter from the strain. With his remaining 
strength he tried angling his retreat back to the seat 
so as to avoid the finger. But the finger would move 
every time he would. Jay was now sweating from both the 
strain and the shame of the situation; the shame in the 
knowledge that he was about to fuck Robert's finger 
into his own ass. Jay knew it wasn't voluntary, but it 
didn't change the fact that it was him, not Robert, 
that would be inserting that finger into his ass.

"Please... no," Jay turned his head and whispered to 
Robert. But Robert just continued to stare forward 
smiling at the movie.

"No," Jay moaned softly again as he felt his arms began 
to give way. Jay repeated moaning the word over and 
over as he sunk further and further down on the large 
finger. The finger was not longer and not even that 
much thicker than the butt plug, so there really wasn't 
any major pain in the penetration. It was just the 
shame of it all that hurt Jay the most.

Jay's head bowed in defeat as the last half inch 
penetrated him and his ass came to rest on the rest of 
Robert's hand. Jay immediately shot back up however 
when he felt Robert's finger wiggle in his ass. He was 
already up above the finger again before Jay realized 
how stupid of a mistake he had just made. Now he would 
have to go back down on it again. And his arms were 
much weaker now so he didn't last but 30 seconds before 
he started sinking onto the finger again.

Again, the finger up his ass came to life. It was 
wiggling and bending this way and that. It felt so 
dirty and nasty, yet it also somehow made his cock get 
harder than ever. It never stopped. That finger kept 
going and going. They sat there like that for at least 
30 minutes before Robert removed it. Robert slowly 
worked his finger out of Jay's ass and then carefully 
removed his whole hand from his pants.

Robert then turned and whispered to Jay. "Let's go to 
the bathroom so we can wash our hands."

Jay blushed even deeper at the subtle reminder of where 
Robert's hand had just been. Jay didn't understand why 
he needed to wash his own hands though, but he wasn't 
about to question Robert. Robert got up and left for 
the bathroom. Jay then carefully zipped up his pants 
and then stood and followed shortly after. He had to 
hold his coat in front of him the whole way to avoid 
anyone noticing his boner.

When he got to the bathroom Robert was standing there 
waiting for him. It was still early in the day so the 
theater was pretty dead and there wasn't anyone else in 
the bathroom at the time.

Once the door shut Robert grabbed Jay by the hand and 
guided him into the back stall.

"Kneel on the toilet seat so no one can see your feet," 
Robert whispered. Jay was more than happy to comply. It 
was awkward and it hurt his knees and shins a little to 
kneel on the seat, but it was a lot better than risking 
getting caught. He had to put his palms against the 
wall in front of him to keep his balance. He looked 
back over his shoulder at Robert in puzzlement as he 
heard Robert's zipper go down.

His expression quickly went to fear, however, when 
Robert reached forward and undid Jay's pants and pulled 
them down to his knees. Robert chuckled when he seen 
the look on Jay's face.

"I know you want this cock up your ass faggot. But you 
aren't getting it today. You haven't earned it yet."

"Bend over more. Don't worry, I'll keep you from 
falling to the side."

Jay did as he was told. Robert placed his hands on 
Jay's hips to hold him steady. When he was done Jay's 
head was against the wall about at the level of his 
knees. His ass, however was raised at the perfect 
height. Robert so much wanted to just plow his cock 
into the young boy's ass and make him scream. But now 
was not the time and place for that. The day would come 
soon enough, he thought to himself. 

Instead, he slowly inserted his middle finger up Jay's 
ass again. He wiggled it around for a minute then 
slowly pulled it out. Jay grunted when suddenly he 
reversed his direction and pushed the finger all the 
way back up his ass. Robert then began to fuck his 
finger slowly in and out of Jay's ass. Robert would 
stop every so often and ask for an "O".

"Give me an 'O'," Robert would ask.

It was another disgusting "homework" assignment Jay had 
been given over 10 days ago. When given the command, it 
was Jay's duty to make his asshole form a wide "O". It 
took five days and several motivational spankings for 
Jay to perfect the act. He had passed his "final exam" 
just a couple days ago when he was able to hold the "O" 
wide and long enough for Robert to place the butt plug 
back up Jay's ass without hardly touching the sides. Of 
course, Robert threatened to whip him with his belt if 
Jay did not do further improvement over the following 
month. 

Jay let out another small grunt as he forced himself to 
make an "O" in his cramped position.

"Not bad," Robert said as he felt the hole loosen its 
grip on his finger. He could almost move it in and out 
without any friction at all.

The hole suddenly tightened over his finger again, 
however, when Jay heard the bathroom door open and 
someone walk in. Robert pinched his ass with his other 
hand as a warning to loosen his hole again. Tears of 
humiliation began to drip from Jay's face as Robert 
continued to finger fuck his ass with the stranger only 
yards away.

His shame turned to fear when he felt Robert remove one 
of his hands. Jay was now balanced on the stall just by 
the finger fucking up his ass. Out of the corner of his 
eye he could see Robert jerking off behind him. It 
seemed like an eternity, but finally the other guy in 
the bathroom finished up and left.

The second the door closed Robert sped up the finger 
fucking. The finger was moving so fast up his ass that 
it started to feel like it was going both in and out at 
the same time. The bathroom was filled with the sound 
of the back of Robert's hand slapping against Jay's ass 
as the finger made it's way up his hole. There was also 
the sloppy sound of Robert's other hand sliding up and 
down his huge pole.

Jay's ass got warm at first from the friction but 
shortly after began to get numb from the overload to 
his senses.

"Don't you move a fucking inch," Robert warned Jay.

At that Robert removed his finger from Jay's ass and 
put his hand on Jay's back to steady him. He then 
shuffled forward until the end of his cock was up 
against Jay's hole. Jay was frightened that Robert was 
going to break his word and shove the cock up his ass. 
But after a moment he calmed down a little when he 
realized Robert was just rubbing the end of his cock up 
and down over his asshole. He could also tell that 
Robert was still jacking off behind him.

Jay knew it was almost over when he heard Robert's low 
moans. Jay had heard this many times in the past. He 
knew it would now only be seconds before Robert came. 
The only fear he had now was the question of where 
Robert planned to cum. Surely he wasn't going to cum 
all over his butt. If it didn't spray all over his 
shirt above it surely would drip all over his pants 
below. Maybe he planned to cum all over the floor. 
These and many other scenarios ran through his head 
during the next few seconds. However, none of them came 
close to the reality of what Robert had in mind.

"Give me an 'O'," Robert demanded under his breath. 
"And you better hold that 'O' for the next 60 seconds 
no matter what happens. If you don't I swear to fucking 
god I will shove my cock up your ass."

Jay knew that tone and he immediately complied.

"Oh god no," Jay thought when he heard Robert moan in 
climax and then felt him press the end of his cock 
against his now wide open hole.

It took all Jay's willpower not to clinch his ass shut 
as the first shot went up his asshole. But he knew 
better than to disobey Robert. Robert was not one to 
make empty threats. If he said he would shove his cock 
up Jay's ass then that's exactly what he would do if he 
didn't hold that 'O'.

It seemed to go on forever as shot after shot of sperm 
filled his asshole.

"Okay Jay you can close your hole now," Robert 
instructed. "When I move my cock away you better not 
leak any of that sperm or I'll make you fucking eat 
it."

Robert then backed away slowly. Jay had taken dozens 
and dozens of enemas at this point and had no problem 
holding the hot cum inside him.

"Good boy. Now where's your butt plug so I can plug 
that boy pussy of yours. We don't want that cum leaking 
all over your pants now do we?"

Jay sat there in silence for a second. He was 
frightened to tell Robert he had left it in the van. 
But surely Robert must have known that already. He had 
watched as he removed it even.

"You left it in the fucking van didn't you?" Robert 
said. "That's okay, I happen to have another one on me 
you can use. It's about a half of an inch thicker than 
that other one but I guess you were ready for an 
upgrade anyway."

Robert chuckled as he pulled the much larger butt plug 
from his jacket. He then spit on it and pressed the tip 
against Jay's ass. At first there seemed to be very 
little difference. But around the half way mark Jay 
quickly realized that a half inch wider was a lot more 
than it sounded like. Over the many weeks his ass had 
loosened to the point where taking the 1 inch plug up 
his ass no longer hurt him in the slightest. However, 
taking this new plug felt just as bad as when he had 
taken the 1 inch one for first time.

The only thing he had going for him now was that his 
ass was well lubricated from the sperm and he now had a 
lot more knowledge on how to loosen his ass. So, while 
there was pain, the plug managed to pop past his anal 
ring without causing any real damage.

Jay was pretty stiff from kneeling over so long, so 
Robert helped him stand up and pull his pants back on. 
They then went back to their seats and watched the 
remaining 45 minutes of the movie. Days later Jay would 
think back and realize he never knew the name of that 
movie. Hell, he couldn't even tell you if it as a 
cartoon or had real people in it. 

His mind had been so busy the whole time he didn't 
remember even looking at the screen. Even with Robert 
not molesting him during that final 45 minutes Jays 
mind was still racing. All he could think about was 
that large plug up his ass and all that sperm that was 
churning around inside him each time he moved or 
breathed.

He wished to god he could remember the movie though 
instead of everything else that had happened there. He 
also wished he could forget what happened in the van 
later in the parking lot. Robert had turned the van on 
and let it warm up for 5 minutes. Then he had gone into 
the back of the van with Jay and made Jay remove his 
clothes. Jay then had to jack off all over himself. 
Robert just sat next to him and whispered in his ear. 
Putting lewd images in his mind of Robert's cock 
shooting cum up his ass. In the past, these imaginary 
images were just that... imaginary. However, Jay now 
had an ass full of Robert's cum that proved these 
images to be real. 

Minutes later Jay could not stop himself from crying as 
he rubbed the cum into his skin. He cried not just 
because he was sitting there with Robert's cum up his 
ass but also because he had just cum on himself while 
thinking about it.

4.

It's amazing what people can get used to in life. From 
lost limbs to joint pains and worse. People adjust and 
overcome. However, this was not the case for Jay. While 
he may have become familiar with the routines, he just 
could not bring himself to adjust to them. Despite how 
many times Robert would make him do something Jay would 
feel as humiliated by it as the very first time.

Having cum in his ass was one of the worst to date. 
Robert had made it a part of almost all their visits 
from that day forward. In fact, often the very first 
thing they did each visit was for Robert to shoot a 
large load up Jay's ass and then use the butt plug to 
seal it in. Jay's ass was still way too small for 
Robert's cock to enter but Jay had become exceedingly 
good at forming his little 'O'. 

Regardless of whatever activities they had planned for 
the day, Jay would often find himself spending the 
remaining hour or hours of their visit feeling that cum 
churning around inside him. In fact, some visits were 
so long that by the time Jay got home and removed the 
plug hardly anything would actually come out. His body 
had already absorbed it all.

An average visit consisted of Robert shooting a load of 
cum up Jay's ass, then plugging it. Then, Robert would 
often find some other activity for Jay to perform. 
Sometimes it would be as simple as taking Jay to public 
places and having him shop or roam around. Other times 
when he brought him to his house he would often have 
Jay sit and watch gay porn for an hour or two. 
Regardless of what they did, Jay was always required to 
have a hard-on. 

If Robert seen him without one then Jay would be 
whipped or have some other punishment given. This made 
the public places doubly embarrassing to Jay. Not only 
was he walking around with a plugged ass full of cum 
but he would have to be wearing clothes that would help 
show off his boner. Sweat pants often worked the best.

Keeping a boner in public for over an hour is not an 
easy thing. Not even with a plug up your ass. Robert 
had a little mercy on him though and provided him with 
a little aid. Robert created a long audio file for Jay 
to listen too on his mp3 player. Some of it was audio 
from gay movies, but most of it was dubbed from the 
various recordings Robert now had of Jay himself 
speaking, moaning and grunting during their visits.

Of course, no visit was ever complete until Robert came 
all over Jay. Majority of the time it was always Jay 
jacking Robert off. Robert had since added a new and 
very vulgar twist to this activity though. Instead of 
just cumming on Jay's chest and stomach he now would 
cum almost exclusively on Jay's face. Jay's entire face 
would be covered by over a quarter inch of the warm 
stuff almost every time. It was then Jay's job to not 
only rub it into his face but also down onto his chest 
and stomach.

Jay absolutely refused to participate in this activity 
the first time he was told what was going to happen. 
Jay even threatened to go to the police. Something he 
had never dared threaten in the past. It was an empty 
threat, however, and Robert knew it. Robert could have 
just tied Jay down and done it anyway. But he wanted 
Jay to be an active participant in the event when Jay 
got his first facial. But threats and even whippings 
could not get Jay to jack Robert off onto his face.

It wasn't until Robert had to resort to more drastic 
measures that Jay finally came through. One day Robert 
had tied Jay down and then gotten out the needles. 
Needle torture was something that even Robert didn't 
want to do. But it was the end result he was after so 
he did it anyway. It was the only non permanent torture 
he could think of that would actually draw blood. 
Robert had kept the needles to just Jay's chest and 
nipples.

Robert was actually scared he might have made a mistake 
with the needles. He thought he might have accidentally 
pushed Jay beyond the brink as he pushed the needles 
through his chest. He did his best not to go too deep. 
But to ensure the event was one Jay would not soon 
forget, Robert angled the needles so that they would go 
about 1/8th to 1/4 inch deep, and so that the tip would 
then pop back out several inches away from the initial 
entry point.

There was a lot of pain involved in the procedure but 
it was really the mental aspect of it that hurt the 
most. Robert kept it to only 3 needles per breast but 
he was still scared he might have over done it a 
little. It was a risk, but one that had paid off very 
well. While Jay remained reluctant to most new 
activities, from that day forward he would almost 
always relent to them whenever Robert would threaten to 
use the needles again.

Jay's first cum shot took place in the bathroom. Which 
was a good thing because Jay had immediately thrown up 
in the toilet after the first shot hit his face. The 
rest of the cum had landed on the floor and on Jay's 
back and shoulders. As punishment for not taking the 
full facial Robert had Jay lay on the floor and jack 
off. And right when Jay was about to come he had raised 
Jay's knees way over his head so that Jay's cock 
hovered just inches above his own face. Jay was then 
made to give himself a facial.

For Jay, this was 10 times worse even than having 
Robert's huge load on his face. He wanted to be sick 
again but knew better than to make the same mistake 
twice.

As punishment for his original reluctance, Robert made 
sure Jay came onto his own face like this almost every 
visit from that day forward. Jay was never really 
convinced that it wasn't Robert's original plan to have 
him do this anyway. Not that it mattered. A face full 
of cum was a face full of cum regardless of the 
reasons. And it sickened him just as much every time 
regardless of the reasons behind it.

5.

"Your training is coming along great Jay," Robert 
praised.

Jay just sat with his head bowed trying to ignore 
Robert. Jay had visited with Robert more times than he 
could remember and if there was one thing he knew and 
that was that everything Robert said had a purpose. And 
that purpose was almost always humiliation. The more of 
it he could tune out the less he would be ashamed 
later. There were certain phrases Jay knew to look for. 
Phrases that often preceded some sort of command. He 
knew to always pay close attention to these comments or 
there would be hell to pay.

The whole training thing just confused Jay. The better 
he got or behaved the more praise he would receive. 
However, the better he got the less tolerance Robert 
seemed to have for mistakes. For example, in the past 
not replying to a question would have resulted in just 
Robert yelling at him a little. However, now it almost 
always guaranteed a torture of some sort. Often it was 
a spanking. Other times it was even worse. These other 
punishments ranged from tying weights to his balls to 
putting clothes pins all over him.

Jay's nipples, however, were his sensitive spot and 
Robert knew it and took full advantage of that fact. It 
was around December that Robert had asked Jay for the 
first time to taste cum. As expected, Jay had refused. 
Jay had almost convinced himself that Robert would 
never ask him to do something like that. But deep down 
he had always known the request would one day come. Jay 
also expected Robert to break out the needles if he did 
not comply. And lastly, he knew darn well he would 
comply if he seen those needles come into sight again. 

But, to his surprise, Robert had come up with a 
different punishment. He had given Jay a clothespin and 
what looked like some kind of snake bite kit suction 
cup. He then made Jay use the suction cup on one nipple 
for 5 minutes then remove it and put the clothes pin on 
the raised nipple and areola. The clothes pin on his 
sensitive nipple hurt more than almost anything Jay had 
ever felt. That is until he removed it 5 minutes later 
and the blood rushed back... THAT proved to be even 
more painful. While the clothespin was on one nipple, 
the suction cup was to be used on the other. 

And for hours on end he was made to switch them back 
and forth every 5 minutes. Robert made him do this for 
visit after visit after visit until after the 5th visit 
Jay finally relented when asked to taste cum. As it 
turned out, the whole cum tasting was not as bad as he 
had imagined. He was only required to touch it to his 
tongue with his finger. The thought of doing it was a 
lot worse than the actual act. After all, the flavor 
was no different than what he would sometimes taste on 
his lips after rubbing the cum over his face. The 
difference of course was that Robert now knew for a 
fact Jay was tasting the cum, where in the past Jay 
could easily deny it when asked.

It was this cum tasting "training" that Robert was now 
praising him about. Jay had been at it for over a week 
now. Not only did Robert have him tasting the cum 
several times each visit but Jay wasn't even gagging or 
making faces any more.

"I think it's time we moved on to something new," 
Robert said more to himself than to Jay.

This was one of the key statements that Jay's mind had 
learned to pick up. Jay immediately glanced over at 
Robert with a worried look on his face. Jay knew that 
whatever it was, it was going to be something he didn't 
want to do.

"I think it's time we worked on your boy pussy some 
don't you?" Robert grinned.

Jay wanted to argue that they had been working on his 
so called boy pussy since day one when he had to start 
wearing the butt plug. It took a lot of will power to 
hold his tongue, but he knew the consequences if he 
didn't. So, instead he just replied with his standard, 
"Yes sir."

"I shopped around and got you some new toys to play 
with. They are laying on the bed."

Jay nervously glanced over at the stairwell that led to 
Robert's upstairs' bedroom. It was currently late 
January and bitter cold outside. While they still went 
out and sometimes even had their "fun" in the van, they 
spent a majority of the time at Robert's house now.

"You know what to do," Robert said softly.

Unfortunately he did. Jay no longer wondered around the 
van or house naked. Instead, he now wore a dog collar 
and leash most of the time. His first duty when moving 
from spot to spot was to hand the other end of the 
leash to Robert. Then he had to hand Robert one of 
several whips or paddles that were always near by. 
Which one he chose was always up to him. For this trip, 
he chose the wooden paddle. Then he got down on his 
hands and knees and waited for Robert to tell him where 
to crawl to.

The destination, of course, was the master bedroom. As 
he crawled Robert began to spank him with the paddle. 
The hits always hurt but Robert called these traveling 
hits "love taps." And having had the "punishment hits" 
on many occasions Jay definitely could tell the 
difference between the two. It did him no good to speed 
up his crawl either. The leash would always hold him 
back to whatever pace Robert wished him to go. However, 
if he pulled too hard on the leash Robert would 
increase the speed and strength of the hits until the 
tension lessened again.

He hated going to the master bedroom the most. It meant 
going up those damn stairs. They were made of hard wood 
and hurt his knees. But even worse than that was the 
fact that climbing or descending from them meant that 
Robert would have to switch from underhand and side 
hand swings to the much harder overhand ones. 

Choosing a paddle always meant that most hits would be 
on or near his ass. Jay noticed that every other hit 
with the paddle would almost always land across both 
cheeks and slam into the butt plug up his ass at the 
same time. Jay could never determine for sure how he 
felt about these butt plug hits. On one hand the hit 
was distributed out so much that it didn't hurt half as 
much as the other hits. 

However, on the other hand the hit would always drive 
the plug even deeper into his ass. The end of the plug 
would always slam up against a sensitive spot deep 
inside him. Robert called that spot Jay's clit. Jay 
wasn't sure what he meant by that. All he knew was that 
each time his "clit" got hit it both hurt deep inside 
him and yet at the same time sent a jolt of energy 
through his pelvis all the way to the tip of his dick. 
It felt good and hurt all at the same time.

Choosing a whip, however, meant that the pain of the 
hits would be spread out over his ass, back, legs and 
even sometimes the soles of his feet. The pain of the 
hits on these other spots were much higher, however, 
the pain would go away a lot faster since not as many 
landed in the same spot unlike the paddle did. He 
always preferred the whip when he knew he was going to 
stay on level ground. However, the overhand hits while 
on the steps made the whip almost unbearable. 
Therefore, he always selected the paddle for the steps 
despite knowing he would be feeling the hits for hours 
after they had stopped raining down on him.

It was only a 3 to 4 minute trip but his ass was on 
fire by the time they reached the bedroom. His "clit" 
was getting sore also. As they went into the door Jay 
could not quite make out what was laying on the bed 
from his crawling position.

"And one to grow on," Robert always said that when they 
reached their destination. And he would follow it with 
one last hard hit on Jay's ass. It was a sign for Jay 
to stop crawling. It was also a sign for him to thank 
Robert.

"Thank you for spanking my ass sir," Jay said as he 
bowed his head in humiliation.

Robert then dropped his end of the leash on the ground. 
This meant that Jay could get off his knees if he 
wanted. He could stand, sit on the furniture, whatever 
was appropriate at the time. He just had to stay within 
5 feet of wherever they had stopped unless told 
otherwise. Going further meant a punishment so Jay 
always tried to stay within 3 feet just to be safe.

Jay rubbed his knees as he stood. He froze when he seen 
what laid on the bed. He then immediate looked over at 
Robert... surely he was joking with him.

"Do you like your new toys?" Robert chuckled.

"I... I can't..." Jay didn't know what to say so he 
decided to say the only thing he knew would not get him 
a punishment. "Yes sir. Thank you sir."

Of course, thanking Robert was the last thing he had on 
his mind at the moment. There laying on the bed were a 
half dozen dildos. Jay had seen dildos before in some 
of the magazines Robert had him look at. He had even 
seen a few in the gay videos. He just never dreamed he 
would see one in real life.

What really shocked him though was the size of them. 
They were all at least 7 to 12 inches long. There were 
two that were not too thick... one was about an inch 
thick and the other about 1.5 inches. These scared him 
but not as much as the other 4. They each appeared to 
be about a half inch wider than the next. That largest 
one had to be at least 3 to 3.5 inches thick. It was 
insanely huge; impossibly huge. It was even bigger than 
Robert's cock. Jay just stood there looking at that big 
fucker and began to cry softly.

"Don't worry cry baby," Robert laughed. "It might be 
months, if not years before we stick that up your boy 
pussy. Heck, if you behave we might never even try it. 
But, it never hurts to have a goal now does it? In the 
mean time, I think we will just get it out every so 
often so you have something extra to look at and dream 
about."

"Now, those other ones... well, they might hold more 
promise. Your boy pussy is still pretty undeveloped so 
it's too early to tell, but maybe some day."

Jay could not help but cry even more at the thought of 
some day putting those larger dildos up his ass. He 
cried not just at the thought of what pain they might 
bring but more at what this all meant. Robert spoke 
constantly about one day fucking Jay up the ass. But as 
the weeks and months went by Jay had concluded that 
Robert never really intended to actually ever do it. 
Not only was it a sick thing to do but it was simply a 
physical impossibility. 

Robert's cock was just way too big. These dildos laying 
on his bed put a whole different light on the situation 
though. Jay didn't need Robert to spell it all out for 
him, he knew that instant that it was Robert's intent 
to stretch Jay's ass to the point where he might one 
day actually be able to fuck him.

"We will start with the two smallest ones," Robert 
informed him. "Grab them and follow me to the 
bathroom."

"Follow" meant Jay was to actually walk there and not 
crawl. Jay knew from experience that this luxury was 
not necessarily a blessing. It often meant that Robert 
was anxious to do something to him.

Jay leaned over the bed and grabbed the two smallest 
ones. They felt rubbery. They were flexible yet didn't 
give way that much when he squeezed them in his hand. 
They, like the other 4, were shaped just like a real 
penis. They even had veins and bumps and stuff on them. 
Once he had them he turned and slowly walked toward the 
bathroom down the hall. He didn't know for sure what 
Robert had planned but he knew he wasn't going to like 
it.

"Get into the shower," Robert said as Jay entered the 
bathroom.

Until this moment, Jay had never feared Robert's 
shower. In fact, it had been about the only place in 
Robert's house that Jay actually liked to go. Well, he 
didn't necessarily "like" to go anywhere in Robert's 
house, but at least whenever he was allowed to go to 
the shower, it often meant he was about done for the 
day. Jay knew this wasn't the case today, however.

Robert's shower was very odd. It had three tiled walls 
and a shower curtain like any other shower Jay had seen 
before. However, Robert had clearly added a few 
features of his own. For example, there were eye-bolts 
in multiple places and even a few on the ceiling. There 
were also 1 inch thick metal bars that came out of the 
wall about three inches and then curved and ran 
parallel with the wall for about two feet then bent and 
went back into the wall again. 

They were evenly spaced about 1 foot above each other 
like some kind of ladder built into each wall. The 
first time Jay had seen them that's exactly what he 
thought they were for. Once, while he was alone in the 
shower, Jay had even stepped on one to test it's 
strength. Sure enough, it easily held his weight. The 
wall must have been solid concrete because it didn't 
shake one bit.

While he had yet to figure out what the eye-bolts were 
for, he did quickly find out what the "steps" were for. 
A couple of weeks after the first time he had been 
taken to the house, Robert had initiated him to the 
"shower". He had Jay strip and get inside one day. Jay 
sat in there shivering at the thought of what might be 
going to happen next. He heard Robert opening and then 
pulling something out of the linen closet. 

Jay was shocked when Robert walked into the shower with 
it. It was metal and at first glance had frightened 
him. However, after he stared at it for a moment he 
realized it was... well, he wasn't sure what it was but 
he knew what it looked like. It looked just like the 
metal toilet seat he had sat on once when using the 
bathroom in the public restroom down by the park.

This seat, however, had two thick metal hooks at the 
back of it with about 6 inch long flat metal plates 
that hung down below the hooks. Robert put the hooks 
over one of the metal "ladder" bars about 3 feet above 
the floor. When he let go the seat just sat there 
pointing out from the wall like some kind of bottomless 
chair. 

To his surprise the seat was rather steady and easily 
held his weight when Robert told him to sit on it. 
Robert had explained that the seat would allow Jay to 
easily play with his butt plug while jacking him off. 
As crude as the seat looked, it did indeed work well. 
That day Jay had been told to jack Robert off all over 
his chest while playing with his own plug, which of 
course he did without argument. As the weeks went by 
and his training progressed the seat was placed on an 
even lower prong so Jay could jack Robert off onto his 
face instead. Despite all that he was made to do in the 
shower, he still liked it the best since it not only 
meant his time was almost up for the day but also 
because he knew it would be easy to wash himself off 
afterward.

When he opened the shower curtain, however, the seat 
was not there. Instead, there was some kind of harness 
hanging from a couple of the eye-bolts in the ceiling.

"How do you like my swing?" Robert laughed.

"I like it sir."

He said it but he didn't really mean it. Not because he 
didn't like it. But more because he had no clue what he 
was actually looking at. There was a sort of seat on it 
that did make it kind of resemble a swing but there 
were also extra ropes and pieces of thick cloth and 
such that just hung here and there that made no sense 
to him.

"Let's get you saddled up," Robert said with a chuckle. 
"We will set you up face down the first few weeks till 
you get used to this pony ride."

Jay had no clue what Robert was talking about but it 
didn't sound good. But what could he do? Exactly what 
he always did. He did what Robert told him. Robert 
first had him lean over the seat portion of the swing. 
The cloth seat was much bigger than it first appeared 
when it was just hanging there earlier. It was a good 2 
feet wide and about 3 feet long. Once he leaned over 
it, it supported him from his stomach all the way to 
just below his armpits.

He quickly discovered what the extra ropes and cloth 
pieces coming off the device were for. He watched as 
Robert grabbed one of the ones from the front and put 
it over his hand. It was like a long thick cloth tube 
sock of some sort. Once it was over his hand Robert 
tied some laces on it that held it firm to his wrist 
and forearm. It also forced Jay's hand into a fist. 
Robert then did the same to the other hand. Robert had 
never put Jay into any kind of bondage before and the 
loss of finger and hand movement was beginning to scare 
Jay.

There were similar tubes that secured over his feet. 
There was also a soft rope or cloth that tied around 
each of his thighs just above his knees. He could not 
see them very well from his current position but he 
could tell they were there. They didn't hurt or 
anything but they forced him to keep his knees apart at 
about a 90 degree angle; nothing uncomfortable, just 
very unusual.

"Okay, let's test it out," Robert said. "Pull a little 
bit with your hands and push with your legs."

When he did Jay was shocked to see that his face 
rapidly swung toward the wall. It was a large shower 
and Robert was able to catch him long before he 
collided with it.

"Perfect," Robert shouted with joy. Robert then left 
the shower and Jay could hear him grabbing something 
out of the closet. While it would have made no sense 
for his current position, Jay somehow expected to see 
Robert return with the metal seat again. Jay had no 
clue what Robert was holding but it was not the seat. 
It was some kind of metal pole about 5 inches wide and 
close to 2 feet long. One end had some small ropes 
hanging off from it and the other end had the same kind 
of hooks and metal plates that the seat had had.

Jay watched in fascination as Robert brought it into 
the shower. Jay lost sight of it when Robert walked 
behind him with it. However, he could clearly hear 
Robert hooking it to one of the wall prongs behind him 
somewhere. Robert then left and came back with yet 
another one just like the first. This one, however, 
Robert connected to the wall directly in front of Jay.

Jay wanted badly to ask what the hell the thing was for 
but he also dreaded what the answer might be.

"Oh shit, I almost forgot," Robert said as he got back 
out of the shower. He quickly returned with a 
screwdriver. Jay watched in puzzlement as Robert bent 
down and unscrewed and then removed the metal shower 
drain filter. 

"Okay, just one last thing and we will be ready to go," 
Robert smiled down at Jay.

Robert then walked out and back again. Only this time 
he was holding the two smaller dildos. He heard Robert 
doing something behind him with one of them. Then he 
came around the front with the much smaller one. It was 
when Robert began to tie the dildo to the end of the 
pipe now pointing towards Jay's face that the lights 
came on in Jay's head.

Jay immediately began to struggle against the bonds and 
voice his protests.

"Please let me go sir. I want to go home. Please sir. 
Please."

Robert continued securing the dildo on the pole though. 
He then unscrewed a large wing nut of some kind from 
the side of the pole. When it came free Jay watched as 
Robert slid the top end of the pole forward until the 
dildo reached Jay's mouth.

"Open wide and say 'ahh'," Robert joked.

Tears now running down his face, Jay reluctantly did as 
he was told. The dildo was only an inch thick so it 
easily fit in his mouth. Once about 3 inches were in 
his mouth Jay watched again as Robert reconnected the 
wing nut to hold the pipe at its new length from the 
wall.

"That should shut you up," Robert laughed again.

Jay shook with fear as he heard Robert removing the 
wing nut from the pole behind him. He knew what was 
coming and he didn't have to wait long.

"Ugh," Jay grunted as Robert yanked the butt plug out. 
Jay then followed it with a slightly louder groan as he 
felt the dildo enter him. The dildo wasn't painful 
though. It was the same 1.5 inch width as the plug he 
had now become quite accustomed too. However, Robert 
didn't just shove a couple inches up Jay's ass. Jay 
started a kind of repetitive moaning sob as he felt 
inch after inch after inch of the dildo go up his ass. 
It went way further than the butt plug ever had.

It was around the 4-inch mark that the tip of the dildo 
bumped up against something deep inside him. When it 
did it felt like someone had just kicked him in the 
guts. Robert then pushed yet another painful inch up 
his ass then locked the pole down again with the wing 
nut. 

"Looks like we reached your ass cherry," Robert said. 
"Don't worry, we will loosen that up for you today."

Robert then left the shower again. The second Robert 
got out of sight, Jay quickly pulled with his hands to 
swing himself away from the dildo behind him in order 
to relieve the intense pain he felt deep inside his 
ass. A good 2 to 3 inches left his ass before the pain 
stopped. While this solved that problem it cause one of 
equal, if not worse at the other end when 3 more inches 
of the dildo in front shot into his mouth. He now had a 
good 6 inches of dildo in his mouth and of that at 
least 2 were now deep in his throat.

He of course immediate began to gag and push with his 
hands to escape. This swung him back onto the dildo 
behind him again which shot pain into his guts yet 
again. Without even thinking his legs and arms 
involuntarily pushed him back away from the deep anal 
intrusion. Which of course sent the dildo down his 
throat yet again. Each time it went down his throat his 
mind told him it was less painful up his ass. Yet 
seconds later when it was deep up his ass he would 
change his mind and switch directions again. He went 
back and forth like that in a panic for at least 2 
minutes before he heard Robert's voice.

"Got started without me I see," Robert said with a 
laugh. "You really are a cock hound aren't you? You 
couldn't even wait 2 minutes for me to get back."

Even as Robert spoke to him, Jay could not stop himself 
from jerking back and forth on the dildos. It was as 
though he had lost complete control of himself. His 
mind was a big fuzzy blur. It was as though nothing 
else in the world existed except for those two dildos.

Nothing else existed that is until he felt the whip on 
his ass.

"Your going to have to learn to wait for permission 
before you fuck yourself," he heard Robert say from 
beside him. "Go ahead, you already got started so you 
might as well get it out of your system you little 
faggot."

Robert knew the movements were involuntary but it 
pleased him to taunt Jay just the same. Robert just 
kept whipping Jay each time his ass would swing back at 
the dildo behind him. He also kept berating him as 
well. He knew the combo would put him in an even higher 
state of panic.

"That's it Jay, bust that throat and ass cherry at the 
same time."

"Come on, you can do it. I know a faggot like you isn't 
going to be satisfied till you get the whole thing up 
you on both ends."

"Push harder Jay. Push harder and bottom out on those 
cocks."

"Don't worry Jay, I'm going to let you spend hours and 
hours in this swing over the next few months."

"Yep, one day soon you will be taking both those cocks 
without any problem at all."

"Can I tell you a secret Jay? When that day comes you 
know what I'm going to do? I'm going to take that cock 
that's currently in your ass and I'm going to move it 
to where the one in your mouth currently is. Then I'm 
going to put that 2-inch thick one up your ass. It will 
feel like you are starting all over from scratch... 
won't that be fun?"

Robert was speaking rather loud but Jay could just 
barely make most of it out over his own choking and 
coughing. Not to mention all the pain that was shooting 
through his brain at the moment.

It was one big vicious cycle. The more pain there was 
the more Jay panicked. And the more he panicked the 
harder he would push and pull with his hands and feet. 
And the harder he pushed and pulled the more cock would 
go up his ass and then down his throat. To add to his 
torment, Robert adjusted the dildo in front so it stuck 
out even further.

It wasn't long before Jay was rocketing full speed back 
and forth on the full 8 inches of both dildos. It was 
around the 20-minute mark when Jay finally passed out 
from lack of oxygen. Robert jumped forward quickly and 
pulled Jay back and then bent the dildo in front so it 
came loose from his mouth. He then swung him the other 
direction to release the one from his ass.

Robert would never have admitted it, but he was rather 
impressed. He hadn't expected Jay to last 5 minutes let 
alone 20 his first time in the swing. Not only that, 
but he was extremely impressed to see that Jay hadn't 
even thrown up from the dildo fucking his throat. That 
was something he thought for certain would happen.

After releasing him from the swing, Robert tenderly 
wiped the sweat off Jay with a towel and carefully 
carried him to the bedroom and laid him on the bed. He 
would let the boy sleep for a while.

"Get some rest kid, you earned it," he whispered as he 
left the room.

6.

Over the years, Robert had discovered that everyone had 
a breaking point. The only questions were "When will 
they break?" and "In what way would they break?"

The first couple child slaves Robert broke became very 
docile. It wasn't that much unlike the older adult 
slaves Robert had trained when he was younger. Only, 
unlike the adult slaves the younger ones broke to a 
greater degree. They didn't become vegetables but they 
weren't far from it. Oh, they would look and act like 
almost anyone else in public but the second Robert 
would get them alone they became like the walking dead 
or something. You could do about anything you wanted to 
them and they would always submit no matter what. 

Tell them you were going to shove a hot coal up their 
ass and they would just bend over and wait for it. Not 
that Robert was sadistic enough to actually ever do 
something like that. This mental state is the goal of 
most masters. Even Robert thought this was a good goal 
until it actually happened to his first slave. Once it 
happened there just wasn't any fun left in them. To 
Robert it was almost as though he was playing with a 
blow-up doll or something.

Robert changed his techniques drastically for his 
second slave. While the slave lasted much longer, the 
end result turned out to be exactly the same. Actually, 
the second turned out to be even worse. This second 
slave didn't even have a sense of self-preservation 
left in him after he finally broke. Robert knew without 
a doubt that he could have told the slave to jump in 
front of a moving train and he would have done it 
without question. And that's exactly what Robert had 
almost decided to order the slave to do. However, 
Robert was a lot of things but he was no killer. 
Instead, Robert spent over a year gradually bringing 
the boy back to reality.

Robert had made little to no progress with the boy for 
months on end. The task of "fixing" the boy began to 
look hopeless. In fact, Robert had almost given up on 
the boy. He was even planning out his next "slave 
project" when it had dawned on him what he had been 
doing wrong. 

It wasn't just his techniques that he needed to change 
but it was more importantly the type of person he 
selected that helped determine how the slave would 
eventually break. When he thought back on the first two 
slaves he realized that while they often acted like 
they were not gay... deep down they both had had at 
least some hidden homosexual tendencies. It was these 
hidden desires that probably had even attracted Robert 
to them to begin with.

Sure, the first two slaves were not blatantly gay or 
anything. Most likely they would have happily lived out 
their whole lives as heterosexual. But, there would 
have always been that seed sitting deep in their mind 
just waiting to grow. Their slave training had watered 
that seed and it had grown like wildfire. Robert was 
certain that even after they had broke, both slaves 
probably still felt they were both completely 
heterosexual. 

However, he knew that deep down they no longer were. 
So, when they did finally break the boys had been stuck 
between a rock and a hard place. On one side their mind 
could no longer put up with what Robert was doing to 
them or even the memories of what Robert had already 
done to them. Yet on the other side there was a hidden 
part of them that desperately wanted the homosexual 
activities to continue. They could not face those 
desires, nor could they run away from them. So, they 
just went into limbo.

Robert of course was no doctor. Hell, he barely 
graduated from high school. But, the theory did make 
sense to him so he tested it out. He stopped making the 
two boys meet with him. And instead he made them start 
seeing each other. From that day forward, each month he 
would give them both a set of tasks they needed to 
accomplish with each other. The tasks were of course 
always humiliating and such, but nothing even close to 
as sever as what Robert would have done to them had 
they been meeting him instead. 

He never met them face to face again after that. 
However, he did ensure that he continued to send them 
"tasks" and that they sent him tapes of their 
activities on a monthly basis. At first he had them 
just dropping the tapes off at various hidden 
locations. However, eventually the boys grew up and had 
to move away to get on with their lives. Robert still 
sends them instructions though and they still send him 
video footage via the Internet.

The boys never did break apart from each other. Sure, 
Robert had commanded that they always live near each 
other but he knew that even they were aware by now that 
Robert no longer had any real control over them. 
Robert's commands just made it easier for them to 
exercise their hidden homosexuality. Over the years he 
was pleased to see that the two boys eventually did 
accept their hidden desires somewhat. They even 
developed their own roles in their activities. From 
watching the videos they sent it became clear to Robert 
that his first slave was now a Dominant and the other a 
Submissive. 

Robert never had problems with his new slaves after 
that. Jay was only his 5th child slave though... that 
he kept for more than a few weeks anyway. But the 
theory had proved itself so far. The hardest part was 
always in the finding of the perfect slave. Like Jay, 
the boy had to be 100 percent heterosexual. Well, no 
one is actually 100 percent hetro, but Robert quickly 
discovered that there are many that have absolutely 
zero homosexual tendencies and also absolute zero 
desire to become homosexual. 

Discovering such people was not as easy as it might 
sound though. Robert often did extensive research on 
his new slaves before meeting with them and even then 
most he would "let go" within the first couple weeks 
before any real damage was done.

They all held promise of course, but it was that 
perfect diamond in the rough he was always looking for. 
One he knew without a doubt would break just the way he 
wanted them too.

And Jay was just such a diamond and broke just the way 
Robert had hoped. Instead of becoming docile, Jay 
became the exact opposite. Robert wasn't exactly sure 
why, but a boy like Jay would break like this every 
time. He could only guess that maybe it was because 
there was always that hope in the back of the slave's 
mind that he could return to his old heterosexual life. 
Or, maybe it was something completely different. 

Robert had only learned about the swing within the past 
few years and had only had the chance to use it on one 
other slave. However, there were two things he quickly 
learned about it. First, he learned that a well-trained 
slave could not only easily handle the swing but even 
could enjoy the activity. The second thing he had 
learned was that an untrained slave absolutely hated 
the thing. 

For an untrained slave the device was the closest thing 
to death they could possibly experience. In fact, if 
used unsupervised by an untrained slave the device was 
indeed deadly. And there isn't that many ways worse to 
die than suffocation. And the swing involved the worst 
possible kind of suffocation. To an untrained slave it 
as a very painful and long suffocation.

So, why would you ever put an untrained slave into the 
device? For Robert it was simple. He did it because he 
wanted to not only try to break Jay but he wanted to 
put the fear of god into him. Of course, there was also 
the added benefit of making Jay's first deep throat and 
deep fucking a memorable one.

With Jay, the swing had worked on all accounts. Robert 
could tell from the moment Jay had woken up that he had 
indeed been broken. And unlike his first two slaves, 
Jay was anything but docile. More than just fear, 
Robert could now clearly see a boiling rage in Jay's 
eyes. Robert knew there was no way on earth Jay would 
allow himself to go back into that swing again. Sure, 
Robert could tie him up and stick him in it anyway but 
the second he took his eyes off Jay the boy would run 
away from home, call the police or possibly worse.

It was time for the next stage in Jay's training.

7.

As it had been since day one, Robert's goal in the next 
stage of training was to keep Jay reluctant yet 
obedient. But how do you do this once you have broken 
the slave? Easy, you turn whatever it was that broke 
them to your favor.

It truly was that easy. Once Robert seen that look in 
Jay's eyes he knew it was time.

"Jay, I'm sorry," Robert began. This of course threw 
Jay completely off balance. He had never heard Robert 
ever come even close to apologizing before.

"I thought you were ready for the swing but I clearly 
was wrong." 

Robert was lying of course. He knew damn well what was 
going to happen when he put Jay into the swing.

"You don't want to get in the swing again do you?"

"No," Jay whispered.

Robert ignored the absence of the 'sir' and continued.

"Jay, I'm not going to lie to you. Some day I will put 
you back into the swing. But I will make you a promise. 
I promise that I won't do it until you are truly ready 
for it. I will even give you a week's notice so you 
will have time to convince me if you think you are not 
ready for it yet."

"Fuck that. I'll spend that week getting as far away 
from you as humanly possible," Jay thought to himself. 
Robert of course knew this is what Jay was thinking. 
But he wanted to put the boy at easy about the swing. 
He had to give him a reason to stay and remain 
obedient. However, it was now time to drop the bomb.

"I want to make something perfectly clear though Jay," 
Robert said in a very menacing voice. "If you ever piss 
me off enough I will put your ass back in that swing in 
a heartbeat. Do we have an understanding?"

"Yes sir," Jay whispered again.

The next few days would tell whether the next stage in 
training would be successful or not. It all came down 
to trust. You couldn't just toss a boy into the swing 
and break him on the first day. You had to first spend 
time with him and get him to trust you. It wasn't the 
"Will you baby-sit my baby for me?" kind of trust 
though. It was a completely different kind of trust. 
Jay knew damn well that Robert didn't have his best 
interests in mind. However, did he trust Robert to hold 
true to his word? Did he believe Robert would not put 
him into the swing again until he was ready? And more 
importantly, did he believe Robert would put him in the 
swing again if he pissed him off enough?

As it turned out, Jay did trust Robert to keep his 
word. Or at least he trusted him enough not to risk the 
consequences and humiliation he would receive if he 
were to run away or go to the police. Within a week 
following the swing incident, Robert could tell Jay did 
trust him enough to proceed further with his training. 
He also knew that that trust was not without limits 
though. But then that's the way it always was. Just the 
way Robert wanted it. After all, what fun is it if the 
slave doesn't ever need to be convinced to do things?

Once past this critical point, Jay's training went into 
overdrive. Robert was able to push Jay twice as much as 
he had in the past. Jay of course remained very 
reluctant. However, as long as Robert didn't require 
him to do anything as bad as the swing then Jay would 
always eventually submit. It might require a punishment 
or two but eventually Jay always gave in.

It wasn't long before Robert was able to take yet 
another one of Jay's ass cherries. Well, I guess that 
needs some explanation. You see, as silly and even 
corny as it might sound, Robert had a philosophy that 
people have more than just one ass cherry. In fact, 
there were a great number of them:

* There was the basic self-penetration cherry. Robert 
always had the boys use a butt plug for taking this 
cherry. Sometimes he would watch them do it. Other 
times, like in Jay's case, he would let them do it 
themselves in private. All of Robert's slave candidates 
lost this cherry within the first few days.

* The next cherry was when someone else put an object 
into the boy's ass. In Jay's case this occurred only 
minutes after Jay had taken his own cherry.

* Penetrating the boy's ass with a finger or other live 
object was yet another cherry.

* Depositing sperm up the person's ass was one of 
Robert's favorite cherries to bust.

* One of the more painful cherries to bust was the deep 
penetration. Basic penetration involves just the outer 
anal muscle. However, deep penetration requires 
overcoming the internal muscle as well. This cherry is 
often way more painful to break. Robert called this 
cherry the one of no return. Once he had decided to 
take a slave to this point Robert was pretty much 
dedicated to following completely through with the 
training. 

Once this type of penetration was done the boy's mind 
would never truly be the same again. In Robert's 
opinion, to take a boy past this point and then release 
him would do more harm than good. The boy would be left 
emotionally crippled with no real direction. For Jay, 
that cherry was broken that day in the swing when he 
took all 8 inches of dildo up his ass.

As one can see, the list goes on and on. Now, of course 
a guy could grab a boy off the street bend him over and 
fuck him up the ass and that would break almost all the 
cherries at the same time. But what fun is there in 
that?

The most recent of Jay's ass cherries that got broken 
was what Robert liked to call the "clit" cherry. Others 
like to call it a prostate orgasm. Well, Jay hadn't 
actually had his first prostate orgasm yet. However, 
Jay was beginning to milk just fine. After bouncing up 
and down on a dildo long and deep enough the sperm 
would gradually start a steady drip out of Jay's cock. 
For days it was just a bunch of pre-cum coming out. 

But after a week of bumping that dildo against that 
"clit" (prostate) that steady drip became a distinct 
milky white. Not all guys are able to achieve a true 
prostate orgasm but Robert had high hopes that Jay 
might some day be able too.

Jay didn't know what to make of the whole milking 
process. Sticking a dildo up his ass was just, well, 
gay. He did a lot of other things that were gay but 
very few actually brought him any kind of pleasure. 
However, despite the pain involved, this new milking 
process gave a very odd kind of pleasure. As he would 
bounce up and down on the dildo he felt some pain and 
lots of revulsion in the process... yet, his cock would 
become rock hard and he would become extremely horny; 
painfully horny. And while this was going on his dick 
would be leaking all over the place.

The worst part, however, was the begging. In the past 
Robert always had to make Jay jack off. However, after 
banging that big dildo against his "clit" for an hour 
or two Jay would always break down and start jacking 
himself off without having to be asked. Robert always 
got a kick out of it of course. Robert always made him 
stop jacking off and would make him beg before he would 
let him continue. And when Jay was allowed to cum it 
was always the biggest and hardest cum of his life. 

It would be so intense that he would almost black out. 
He would shoot tons of cum all over himself. He didn't 
even realize he could produce so much cum. It was 
almost as much as what Robert would spray on him. Even 
the afterglow of the orgasm was strong. He still felt 
terrible guilt and shame every time he came like that 
but it always dimmed in comparison to the intense 
orgasm.

What he hated most though was how vulnerable he would 
become while bouncing up and down on that dildo. The 
hornier he would become the more things Robert could 
make him do. Robert would make him do some of the most 
disgusting things, yet Jay always did them if he knew 
it meant he could jack off later. 

Robert would make him do things like take the dildo out 
of his ass and then fuck himself with his own fingers 
for a while. Or, he might make Jay jack Robert off into 
his face. This of course was something Jay had already 
done many times in the past but doing it while being so 
horny made it seem 10 times worse. 

His clit often played tricks on him during these times 
also. For example, while jacking Robert's cock off Jay 
would sometimes confuse the pleasure he was getting 
from his clit with the act of touching Robert's cock. A 
few times he almost even convinced himself that 
touching that monstrous dick actually made his clit 
tingle even more. He would weep for hours into the 
night whenever that happened... he wasn't gay so how 
could he think such thoughts?

After Robert seen that Jay had gotten a good taste of 
deep anal he started to really put him to the test. For 
example, he would let Jay go at it for a good 30 
minutes or so then make him deep throat the smaller 
dildo over and over for 5 minutes just to earn the 
right to bounce on the dildo up his ass for another 30 
minutes. Jay wasn't sure if it was the dildo bumping 
against his clit that he liked or if it was just the 
huge climax he would have at the end of each visit. All 
he did know is that one led to the other. And once he 
had gotten started on the first he would do about 
anything to get to the second. Even if it meant choking 
on that dildo for 5 minutes now and then.

The day Jay's "milk" first started dripping you would 
have thought Robert had just won the lottery or 
something. Jay had never seen Robert so happy. Jay's 
first thought when he seen the cum leaking out of his 
cock was one of concern. He thought he had caused 
himself some kind of internal injury. But, from 
Robert's reaction, it became clear to him that this 
leaking was somehow a good thing.

Jay quickly learned that it was indeed a good thing; a 
good thing for Robert, but not for himself. Because 
this leaking now meant that Robert could make Jay taste 
the cum whenever he wanted him too. And Robert took 
full advantage of this fact. Whenever Robert wanted Jay 
to taste the cum he would just utter the word, "taste." 
Jay would then be required to touch the cum with the 
tip of his finger and then lick the flavor off with 
this tongue. It was disgusting but in his heightened 
sexual state it didn't bother Jay too much. The problem 
was that Robert quickly became like a broken record. 
"Taste." "Taste." "Taste." It just never stopped. It 
started out slow but within a few days Robert had him 
tasting the cum like every couple minutes. 

It got to the point where Jay swore he could taste the 
cum for hours after their visits and even when he woke 
up the next morning. Mouthwash couldn't even get rid of 
it. But as bad as this was, it got worse.

8.

"Jay, we have a problem," Robert said as Jay undressed. 
Jay immediate got a sinking feeling in his gut.

"You have been leaking cum all over the house lately. 
Not only does it stain the towels but you leak so much 
of it that it has been soaking through to the carpets."

Jay turned a bright red in embarrassment.

"What do you think we should do about all that cum?" 
Robert questioned.

Jay just sat there quietly.

"No ideas?" Robert asked again.

"No sir," Jay whispered.

"Wait! I know what you could do. You could just eat it 
as it comes out," Robert said with a smile.

Jay looked up at him with a shocked expression.

"I... I... I could rub it on my skin," Jay volunteered.

"Hey, that is a good idea. I wish you would have come 
up with that idea earlier. But, I'm really starting to 
feel this cum eating plan is a good idea. Or do you 
think my idea is stupid?"

Now that was a trick question if Jay had ever heard 
one.

"But then again, I'm really liking your idea also," 
Robert said. Jay's hopes started to rise. He wasn't 
sure if he could bring himself to eat the cum.

"How about we combine the two ideas," Robert said with 
an evil grin. "We will have you collect the sperm as it 
drips and put it in your mouth and store it there. 
Then, before you leave we will have you spit it out and 
then rub it all over yourself. If you think about it, 
it's not really any different than what you have been 
doing anyway with all that tasting and stuff. Only this 
way we keep the house a little cleaner. Or do you like 
the original cum eating idea better?"

"Yes... I mean no... I mean I don't want to eat the 
cum, sir," Jay said.

And so the new ritual began.

Robert had made the whole cum storage thing sound so 
simple. But it was far from it. And despite what Robert 
claimed, putting all that cum in his mouth was nowhere 
close to the same as just tasting it. There was a huge 
difference between putting the flavor into his mouth 
and putting something that actually had texture. Even 
in his heightened sexual state, Jay still gagged and 
almost threw up the first time he put a big drop of it 
into his mouth. But, he managed to get himself under 
control. 

It wasn't the first time he gagged that night though. 
As the night wore on his mouth became fuller and 
fuller. The problem he was having wasn't that he was 
putting way too much into his mouth. The problem was 
that the longer he kept from swallowing the more of his 
own saliva would secrete into his mouth and mix with 
the sperm. Every once in awhile some of the mixture 
would dribble down his throat and he would start 
gagging again.

It wasn't long and he had no choice but to let the 
mixture begin to leak from the corners of his mouth and 
down his chin. By the end of the visit his whole body 
from the chin down was one sloppy mess of the stuff. He 
wanted to point out to Robert that this whole cum 
storage idea was going to make the house dirtier, not 
cleaner. But he knew better than to say that. He knew 
what the alternative plan would be if he did. 

Robert of course got a huge kick out of the whole 
thing. Visit after visit, Robert would just sit there 
making jokes as he watched Jay bouncing up and down on 
the dildo and feeding the cum into his own mouth. One 
moment he would be making jokes and calling him names 
like "sloppy Jay" and the next though Robert would 
often get more serious and start talking dirty to him.

Most of Jay's milkings took place in the living room. 
Some days it was just Jay kneeling over a towel and 
bouncing up and down on the dildo. This of course 
slowed the milking process down a lot due to the 
physical requirements of the act. Robert still made him 
do it a lot whenever he wanted to see the boy work up a 
good sweat. However, when he wanted to really see Jay 
produce a lot of milk he would get out the chair. 

The chair was nothing more than a seat with a hole in 
the bottom of it for the dildo to fit through. It was 
the legs of the chair though that were the real oddity. 
All 4 legs of the chair were made of metal and about 4 
inches wide each. There was also a flat metal band that 
ran level with the floor that connected the 4 legs 
together. When you sat on the chair, however, you 
noticed something very special about the legs. 

The legs that actually connected to the chair were not 
the same legs that touched the floor. Instead, they 
were a hair thinner in width and were inserted into the 
tops of the legs that did touch the floor. There 
clearly was also some sort of spring inside each of the 
legs. The result of which was that if you sat in the 
chair you could bounce up and down with just the 
slightest use of your leg muscles.

Jay originally loved the chair once he got used to 
balancing on it. It made his job 100 times easier. All 
he had to do was put the dildo under the chair and with 
little effort he was bouncing away on it. Not only 
that, but it left most of his mind free to concentrate 
on the pleasure of the dildo bumping and rubbing 
against his clit. He knew it was a dirty thing for him 
to do, but by concentrating on the pleasure from his 
clit he was able to drown out a lot of everything else 
going on like Robert's nasty comments. It also made the 
time go by a lot faster. Lately, with this whole new 
cum storage process, he was beginning to hate the 
chair. He always leaked a ton more cum when he was in 
the chair and that meant a much larger mess.

It was in this chair that Jay got his next big 
surprise. It was almost February now and Jay had been 
doing the cum storage exercise for about a dozen visits 
already. It still grossed him out but there wasn't much 
he could really do about it. He would have never 
admitted it to anyone, especially himself, but as the 
days went by he had swallowed a lot of the cum. It was 
just impossible to keep it from dripping down his 
throat from time to time. 

While he was able to block this out of his mind during 
the days, at night his nightmares of late were often 
filled with images of Robert's cock and the sperm going 
down his throat by the cupful. He was always ashamed of 
himself when he would wake from the dreams with a 
hardon. Recently he had even cum from one of those 
dreams. He was utterly shocked with himself when he had 
scooped some of it up and put it into his mouth. He 
immediately spit it out of course. "It was an accident. 
I was still half asleep," Jay mumbled to himself as he 
tried to cry himself back to sleep.

As much as he hated the cum storage idea, Jay wasn't 
going to complain to Robert. Heck, in a sick way he was 
even grateful to Robert for being so kind. 

Robert could be kind and he could be mean. The mean 
Robert would have dished out punishments every time Jay 
let any of the cum run from his mouth. Luckily, it 
appeared that the kind Robert was always in charge of 
this exercise and graciously allowed Jay to dribble the 
cum from his mouth. The only requirement was that Jay 
never dribble any out unless his mouth was actually 
full of it. If Robert asked him to open his mouth then 
Jay had damn well better have a full mouth of it.

"That's it, bounce on that big dildo."

Robert, as usual, was sitting naked in his recliner 
looking down at Jay who sat in his bouncy chair just in 
front of him. Robert didn't always talk to Jay though. 
Heck, half the time he didn't even look directly at 
him. He would often be reading the paper or watching tv 
or something. Of course, he did always keep Jay in the 
corner of his eye to make sure the boy didn't slack off 
any.

"Work that clit you faggot."

"Wow, that's a big drop of milk there. That's it, make 
sure you scoop it all off the end of your cock. 
Remember Jay, slurp it all off your finger. Okay, now 
stir it around in your mouth with your tongue. Jay! 
When you are swirling the cum in your mouth where are 
your eyes supposed to be?"

Of course Jay could not really answer. All he could do 
is moan slightly and then look where he was supposed to 
be looking. Which of course was Robert's cock.

"That's right you little fairy, I want you to be 
thinking about my cock whenever you are stirring and 
tasting that cum."

Jay's face turned red with shame and tears formed in 
the corner of his eyes. But then, tears were pretty 
common now days while riding the chair.

It was still pretty early in their visit but Jay was 
already getting to be a bit of a mess.

While Robert didn't always give Jay a ton of attention, 
today was different. Robert had been watching Jay and 
talking to him since the moment Jay had got into the 
chair. All the extra attention was really starting to 
concern Jay.

"You really like looking at my cock while you bounce on 
that dick and eat that cum don't you?" Robert said as 
he began to play with his own cock.

Jay wanted to correct him. He wasn't eating the cum he 
was just... bah, it would have been of no use even if 
he could talk right now.

"I bet you wish that was my cock up your ass right now 
don't you? Well, don't you?"

Jay had been through this line of conversation many 
times. Of course the correct, and only real response 
was to groan and nod his head "yes". Which he did.

"Yeah, as much as you want my cock rubbing against your 
clit, I bet you want my cum in your mouth even more."

More tears dripped down his face and mixed with the 
sperm on his chin below. Again, Jay groaned and nodded.

"Look Jay, I'm starting to leak pre-cum already."

At that, Robert stood up and brought his cock within 
inches of Jay's face.

"Can you smell my cock juice Jay? I bet you can. Heck, 
I bet if you swirl your tongue around some more you 
will be able to imagine what my juicy cock must taste 
like."

Robert just stood near Jay and continued to jack off. 
Bouncing up and down made it hard to keep his eye on 
Robert's cock like he was required to periodically do. 
But he tried his best. He also swirled the cum around 
in his mouth just in case the prior comment was 
actually a command.

"Would you like to take a breath?" Robert finally asked 
after a few minutes of this.

Jay groaned and nodded his head several times. A breath 
meant that Jay would be allowed to let all the cum 
drizzle out of his mouth. It looked and felt very nasty 
since so much came out all at once. But at least it 
would allow him to relax his mouth a little before he 
would have to start all over again.

"Thank you sir," Jay managed to whisper once his mouth 
was empty. Well, it never really got empty. His mouth 
was always left with a thick film of the stuff. While 
with Robert, Jay was never allowed to rinse the stuff 
out. As bad as cum storage was, the worst was always 
the 30 or so minutes after he was allowed empty his 
mouth. Despite how hard he tried to squeeze it all out, 
a thick slimy coating of the stuff always remained. And 
at this point he was no longer allowed to drizzle any 
of it from his mouth. This meant having to swallow the 
saliva that would gather in his mouth and mix with the 
stuff. Of course, once Robert dropped him off for the 
day Jay would rinse out his mouth immediately. Despite 
how much he rinsed he always could taste the stuff 
still in there and would spit for hours on end. 

"No worries Jay, you looked like you could use a breath 
of fresh air. However, I think I'm going to have an 
accident. Watching you eat all the cum got me really 
horny and I think I'm about to burst."

Jay immediately stopped bouncing in the chair and 
closed his mouth and eyes in order to brace himself for 
the facial that was about to come.

"No Jay, it's too early for that. We still have over 2 
hours before you leave. If I cum all over you now it 
will get everywhere. No, I think it's best we take care 
of it like we took care of your dripping problem."

Jay's eyes immediately opened wide and he stared up at 
Robert in disbelief. "Surely he is joking," Jay 
thought.

His look of disbelief quickly turned to shock and 
despair as he realized that Robert was not joking.

"I'm not gay," Jay whispered in-between sobs. He didn't 
know why he said it, he just did.

"Of course you're not gay Jay. Now be a good boy and 
open your mouth for me."

"It's almost time Jay. We don't want to get my cum 
everywhere so you are going to have to put your lips up 
against the end of my cock so none leaks out when I 
cum. Don't worry, you don't have to stick any of my 
cock into your mouth. Just make sure you have a good 
seal on it. There you go."

"Jay, I know you don't like touching the end of my cock 
with your mouth. Especially with all that juice already 
dripping out of it. You're not gay so I don't blame 
you. Maybe if you flicked your tongue back and forth on 
the tip of my cock it will make me cum faster. Then we 
can get this whole dirty mess behind us and you can 
start playing with your clit again."

"That's it, your doing it. Lick that cock and make me 
cum. That feels good Jay, keep going. Oh, shit, here it 
comes! Make sure you don't spill a fucking drop of it."

At that, Robert began to unload in Jay's mouth. Jay 
just closed his eyes shut real tight as he felt his 
mouth fill back up with cum. This cum, however, was 
different. Not only did it taste different but it was a 
lot hotter having come directly from the source. It 
wasn't air cooled like the drops of cum he would finger 
spoon off his own cock. Despite his best efforts, a ton 
of the cum still leaked out around Robert's dick and 
ran down Jay's chin. Robert's climax was just too big 
for the little boy's mouth to hold. Robert didn't mind 
though. The main thing was that Jay now had his mouth 
bloated full of his cum.

"Good boy," Robert said as he patted Jay on the top of 
the head and stood back.

Robert then sat and reclined back in his chair and 
turned the tv on with the remote.

Jay, on the other hand, just sat there with the mouth 
full of Robert's cum, staring at Robert in shock and 
disbelief. After a couple seconds Robert looked back 
down at Jay.

"Shouldn't you be doing something right now faggot?" 
Robert said.

Jay quickly started bouncing up and down on the dildo 
again. He was ashamed when he realized that he had 
maintained a boner throughout the whole ordeal. He 
wanted so badly to block out the memory of what just 
happened. But the taste in his mouth just wouldn't 
permit it. However, the large dildo was strumming his 
clit nicely already... with luck, maybe that would help 
cut the edge some.

9.

Almost from day one, Jay thought Robert could read his 
mind. He knew how to find him that day he first put in 
a butt plug. He also seemed to know almost every time 
he disobeyed. For example, when Robert had first told 
how long he needed to wear the plug every day, Jay had 
no intention of actually complying. He planned to just 
put it in just before their visits together. The 
stretching of his ass hurt so bad that he felt for sure 
that Robert might have just be kidding or simply doing 
some kind of role-playing. Surely he didn't expect him 
to wear the thing for close to 12 hours each day.

Robert had punished him the very next time they visited 
together for not wearing the plug for the full duration 
like he had asked. Jay of course denied it and got an 
even harsher punishment. Despite the punishment, Jay 
again disobeyed thinking Robert had just made a lucky 
guess. Yet, again Robert punished him for disobeying. 

Jay thought for sure that Robert was still just 
guessing so to test it he decided to actually wear the 
stupid thing one day. It took all his will power not to 
take the stupid thing out. It felt so weird as he 
walked around. It also made the outside of his hole 
burn a little from the friction. He later of course 
discovered that frequently lubricating the rim 
prevented most of this burning sensation. The worst 
part was that throughout that day, and all days since 
then for that matter, the plug rubbing around inside 
him would cause his body to betray him. He would get 
boners at the most embarrassing times. It also gave him 
some very nasty dreams.

To Jay's amazement, the next day when he visited with 
Robert he got praise for wearing the plug like he was 
supposed to do. Jay wore the plug for several more days 
before he tried removing it again for a day. And yet 
again was punished when he didn't wear it. He had no 
clue how Robert could tell when he didn't wear the 
thing but it scared the crap out of him and from that 
day forward always wore the plug.

Robert could read a face pretty good, but he wasn't a 
mind reader. Heck, he wasn't even overly smart for that 
matter. However, you didn't really need to be any of 
these things if you had a little common sense. You see 
your slave running around outside, jumping up onto his 
bike and stuff like that without a care in the world 
then you know he isn't wearing the plug like you asked. 
Of course Robert had other ways and other sources from 
which he was able to keep tabs on Jay's activities 
outside their meetings... but that's a story for 
another day.

What is important was that Jay dared not disobey 
Robert, even when out of his sight.

"I have a new homework assignment for you Jay," Robert 
had told him one day. "Actually, it's more of a 
challenge. From now on, whenever possible at the end of 
all of our visits I'm going to give you a nice mouth 
full of cum right before you get out of my van. Now, 
once you are out of the van and I've driven off you can 
do whatever you want with it. You can spit it out, 
whatever you want. However..."

Jay was afraid there would be a "however" somewhere in 
there.

"... at least twice a week I expect you to keep it in 
your mouth until you get all the way home. Then I want 
you to go into your bedroom, lock the door, then get on 
your bed and then rub it all over yourself like I've 
taught you to do. I also want you to jack yourself off 
and rub that on yourself as well."

Jay didn't know what to say. The plug was one thing, 
but this task was entirely different. No one ever 
bothered him in his room, so it wasn't like he was 
worried about getting caught with cum all over himself. 
As long as he took a wash towel with him and some kind 
of deodorizer then no one would ever be the wiser. 
However, it just seemed kind of weird to do something 
like that in his own house. 

As for the nature of the task itself, well, he had been 
holding Robert's cum in his mouth for hours on end for 
over a week now. It still grossed him out but a 10 
minute bike ride home was nothing compared to how long 
he always held it there at Robert's house. In fact, the 
more he thought about it the better this task was 
sounding. If he didn't have to do this task he knew 
darn well that Robert would have had some other task 
for the cum. Heck, he didn't even have to keep it in 
his mouth more than a minute most of the week. All but 
two of the loads he could just spit out right away.

This task turned out to be nowhere near as simple as it 
had first sounded. You would be amazed how many people 
want to have conversations with you when you are in a 
hurry. You can only nod your head and mumble so many 
times before they start looking at you funny. For 
example, recently there had been this damn girl Jay 
kept running into almost every day when Robert would 
drop him off at the mall. Her name was Jenny. It didn't 
matter where he parked his bike she would be there 
almost every time. She always played it off like it was 
an accidental meeting, but Jay was pretty certain that 
she was always searching for his bike then waiting for 
him to arrive so she could talk to him.

It wasn't that he minded though. In fact, he loved that 
a girl was interested in him. It made him feel, well, 
normal for a change. She was only a year or two younger 
than him and he seriously thought about asking her out. 
It would be nice to have a girlfriend.

However, this new task of Roberts was ruining his 
chances with the girl. He couldn't just spit the cum 
out in front of her and he sure as hell couldn't speak 
to her with it in his mouth. So, he was left with 
ignoring her or just nodding his head. And when that 
wasn't working he had no choice but to jump on his bike 
and run away from her. Each time he had to do this he 
knew he must have hurt her feelings. Yet she would 
almost always be there the very next day waiting. 

She would say stuff like, "Stop ignoring me. I'll get 
another boyfriend if you don't start speaking to me 
again."

Until she said it the first time, Jay didn't even know 
he was her boyfriend. Though, it would kind of explain 
why she hadn't given up on him yet.

As bad as that was, the worst was when he got home. His 
mom worked a lot so she wasn't a problem. However, Bob, 
his drunk of a dad, didn't work. A lot of the time 
though his dad would be out drinking with his buddies 
and stuff. But every so often he would be home when Jay 
walked in. His dad never beat him or anything like 
that. At least not unless he really deserved it. 
However, Jay did get a lot of verbal abuse from him. 
Jay hated him not just for that but for being such a 
drunk and making their mother do all the work. To his 
face, Jay called him "dad" but to everyone else Jay 
just referred to him as "Bob". This often gave his 
friends the illusion that Bob was only his step dad and 
not his real dad... which suited Jay just fine. 

Now, while Bob never physically abused Jay, it didn't 
mean he didn't expect respect from him. So, when his 
dad asked him a question he damn well better answer and 
answer fast. This had happened the very first week of 
this new task. Luckily, Jay had come in via the kitchen 
way and his father was in the living room when Bob had 
yelled the question at him. Jay immediately spit the 
cum into his palms and answered the question. The 
question was a simple, "Is that you Jay." But, it still 
required more than a moan for an answer. He could have 
ignored the question and walked into the living room 
instead but that would have risked Bob asking why he 
hadn't answered. Then he would have been in a real 
pickle.

After replying he stood there for a couple seconds and 
when no further questions came he started to bring his 
hands to his face to slurp the cum back up. Out of the 
corner of his eye, however, he seen his now 11 year old 
sister Karen. He hadn't seen her standing off to the 
side. It looked like she might have been putting one of 
her stupid drawings on the fridge or something again. 
He couldn't tell for sure what she had been doing but 
he knew what she was doing now. She was looking at him 
with this look of disgust on her face.

"Eww," she said as she crinkled up her nose. She had 
clearly seen him spit out the cum.

"Um... I... A bug just flew into my mouth I think so I 
spit it out just in case," Jay lied. She was only 
eleven, he highly doubted she knew what cum looked 
like. Assuming she even got a good look at it anyway.

"You could have spit it in the sink you know, stupid," 
Karen replied as she glance to the sink just a foot 
away from him.

Then of all things, the stupid brat just stands there 
watching him. So, he did the only thing he could do, he 
quickly poured the cum into the sink and turned the 
facet on to wash his hands. Jay was ticked off. Not 
because he almost got caught, but because he needed 
that cum. It was the end of the week and he had only 
brought one prior load home with him so far. Next week 
he would definitely try to bring home the first two 
loads and not the last two like he had this week.

"But then, how will he know?" Jay thought to himself.

The more he thought about it, the more he kicked 
himself for even worrying about the whole thing. He 
also kicked himself for letting Robert get into his 
head to the point that he would even follow through 
with such a stupid task. Over 8 months of Robert's 
training had clearly had its affect on him to so 
blindly follow such an order, Jay surmised.

"Well, before we get started I think a punishment is in 
order," Robert said on their next visit.

"W... what for," Jay asked with a moan.

"Don't give me that innocent cry baby tone, you know 
damn well why," Robert yelled at him. "You only took 
one load into your bedroom like I asked. I clearly said 
two, did I not?"

Jay was floored. There was no possible way he could 
have known that, yet he did. It would be several months 
before he found out exactly how Robert knew such 
things. However, right now he was worried about his 
pending punishment. He of course started crying and 
trying to explain what happened. How it wasn't his 
fault and how he honestly tried.

"Wasn't your fault?! Wasn't your fault? Fuck kid I gave 
you five fucking loads last week and you couldn't even 
get just 2 of them home?" Robert yelled at him again. 
"Did you intentionally disobey me or do you just like 
my cum so much that you ate it before you could get 
home? Well, which is it?"

"I... I didn't intentionally disobey sir," Jay sobbed.

"Oh, so you do love the taste of my cum. I fucking knew 
it. I bet you even take small sips of it during our 
sessions also don't you?"

"N...no," Jay whispered.

"You don't like my cum? Isn't it good enough for you? I 
mean, if you loved my cum and had been eating it I 
could kind of understand. But if you have been just 
spitting it out every day missing your quota then I 
think we have a serious problem here Jay. Maybe even a 
needle kind of problem."

Jay almost pissed himself when he heard the "N" word. 
The needles had only been used on him once and that was 
once too many for a lifetime.

"I'm waiting for an answer Jay," Robert growled.

"I like your cum," Jay whispered.

"And?" Robert asked impatiently.

"And... and I've been eating it before I could get all 
the way home," Jay lied. He knew Robert would know he 
was lying but he had to try. He was going to use the 
needles on him if he didn't lie so what did he have to 
loose?

Robert just stood there looking at Jay. He felt like 
laughing his ass off as he watched the boy shaking like 
a leaf. He managed to hold it back though. He had much 
better things in mind.

"I don't know Jay," Robert began. "I know you don't 
like those needles. How do I know you are not just 
lying to me? Surely you can see my dilemma. I want to 
believe you Jay, I really do. It would make me feel 
good knowing you like my cum that much."

Robert just stood there for a moment as though in deep 
thought. In reality he was just trying to give Jay more 
time to think.

"No, I don't think I can risk trusting you on this one 
Jay," Robert continued. "If I let you get away with one 
lie then you will just keep lying to me. Then our whole 
friendship would just go to shit. It might be different 
if there was some way you could prove how much you love 
my cum, but I honestly can't see how you could prove 
such a thing."

"Friendship?! You can go fuck yourself for all I care," 
Jay thought it but he didn't dare say it. Hell, he was 
scared even thinking it.

Robert then slowly walked over to the cabinet where he 
kept the needles. Jay's mind raced in fright as he 
watched Robert reaching for the box that held the pins.

"Wait... please, sir," Jay begged. "Y...you know I like 
the taste of your cum sir. I taste it every time we 
meet."

"That's kind of weak proof," Robert laughed. "Besides, 
that would just prove you like the taste of my cum, not 
that you like to eat it."

Robert then brought the box back to the couch and 
started removing the needles. He then put the needles 
in a small cup he had just filled with alcohol and 
started stirring them around a little.

"I think this time I will have you sit on my lap," 
Robert said. "That way you can play with my cock while 
I reach around you and stick the needles in your chest. 
It will be a little awkward but this way if I cum too 
early you start rubbing it all over yourself without me 
having to stop with the needles. Then, after the 
needles are in you can just keep rubbing and rubbing 
that cum over the top of them until it's all gone. 
Then, after we get you to cum also you can rub that on 
top of them even."

Jay was sobbing hysterically. The needles were painful 
enough the first time. Keeping them in that long and 
rubbing them was going to hurt 10 fold.

"Please sir," Jay begged.

Robert just ignored his plea and pulled the first 
needle from the cup. He slowly brought it toward Jay's 
chest.

"Wait... wait," Jay said. "I... I can prove it."

Jay couldn't believe what he had just said. 
Furthermore, he could not believe what he was about to 
say.

"Oh?" Robert said with a grin from behind Jay.

"I-I could s-show you, sir," Jay said in a voice so low 
it could hardly be heard.

"Show me what?"

"You know."

"No, I don't know Jay."

"I could s..show you that I like to eat cum."

Jay tried to say it as sincere as he could but couldn't 
help but sob as he did so.

"Hmm. So, you plan to stick the whole head of my cock 
in your mouth and lick all over it while you jack me 
off? Then when I cum you plan to swallow it all? I see 
your point. It would be hard to argue against evidence 
like that. Especially if you did that every time I 
came."

"No! I mean...," Jay was kind of lost for words. He 
just planned to stick a drop in his mouth and eat it. 
He didn't want to stick the head of Robert's cock into 
his mouth. Hell, he wasn't sure it would even fit. He 
also definitely didn't want to eat a full load of cum 
and especially not more than once. He then looked down 
at the needle Robert was still holding.

"I... I mean, yes sir," Jay said in defeat.

Jay's friend from school once told him that he never 
ate anything with onions in it. Jay was amazed to 
discover that the boy had never even tasted something 
with onions in it. Or so he claimed. "They taste great 
on most things, you should try them," Jay had told him. 
His friend then said something that didn't make any 
real sense to him until just now... "If I told you that 
monkey brains tasted like onions would you want to eat 
monkey brains?"

Jay knew darn well what cum tasted like. Despite how 
much it grossed him out he had even become accustomed 
to tasting it. However, like the monkey brains, there 
was a lot more to eating something than just what it 
tasted like.

"How do you want it Jay?" Robert asked.

"W..what?"

"Well, if you are going to start eating all my cum then 
this will open up a lot more options for us. I don't 
always have to be standing over you anymore and stuff 
like that. For example, you could just lean over right 
now and put the end of my cock in your mouth and start 
licking and jacking me off."

Jay knew that the so called "example" was not an 
example. It was an order. So he bent forward. Sitting 
in Robert's lap as he was, it was kind of an odd 
position once he bent forward. He had no problem 
reaching Robert's long cock though. Heck, over the 
months he had gotten so flexible that he could probably 
almost reach his own cock.

Jay crinkled his nose in disgust as his face approached 
Robert's cock. The plum size tip of it was shiny and 
wet from pre-cum and there was a stream of the stuff 
that ran from the tip down the side of it. Luckily, he 
had his back to Robert and the look on his face went 
unnoticed. 

Robert's cock was a good 3 inches thick. But the head 
had to be closer to 3.5 inches. It was absolutely huge. 
Hell, the pee hole alone looked big enough to fit Jay's 
thumb into. Jay stared at the task that stood erect 
below his mouth. Then he slowly lowered his mouth to 
it. Jay thought for sure that the head of the cock 
would never fit into his mouth. But to his surprise it 
did. Despite it's hardness, it was pliable enough that 
when he pushed it against his mouth it squished down 
just enough to pop through. It didn't seem to squeeze 
down any thinner than the thickness of the rest of his 
cock so it was still a very tight fit. He was actually 
thankful for all the pre-cum since it helped make the 
entry a lot easier; though, much more revolting.

When it finally cleared his tight lips the head of the 
cock suddenly popped back to it's original size in the 
cavern of his mouth. He was caught off guard and 
started gagging on it. He tried to yank his head back 
but the huge rim of the head was stuck on the other 
side of his teeth and lips.

Slap!

"Watch the fucking teeth," Robert growled at him from 
behind.

Jay stopped his pulling and remained as still as he 
could as his gagging slowly subsided.

"Okay faggot, get to work," Robert said after a minute.

Jay hated it when he called him names like that. 
However, he had much bigger things to worry about right 
now.

Jay reached down with his right hand and started to 
stroke Robert's cock. Jay looked down the length of 
Robert's cock as he jacked it off. It was so huge that 
Jay could barely reach half way around it. Below he 
could also see Robert's huge balls. Robert's balls were 
an even match for his cock. Each ball was almost the 
size of Jay's fist. 

"That's it faggot, show me how much you like that cum. 
Don't forget to use your tongue also."

Jay had forgotten about his tongue. When he went to 
move it though it wouldn't move. It was pressed hard 
against the bottom of his mouth by the head of Robert's 
cock.

"Mmmmph," Jay tried to reason.

"Well try harder," Robert laughed.

Using all his strength Jay was finally able to move the 
tongue around a little. He gagged again when he tried 
to move the tip of his tongue towards the top of the 
cock so he quickly move back toward the bottom of the 
head. While he was gagging on it, however, his tongue 
somehow managed to find it's way to the tip of the cock 
and slid part way up the pee hole.

"Wow, you really are a cock hungry fag aren't you? 
That's it you bastard, tongue fuck the end of my cock."

"I never realized you liked my cum this much or we 
would have been doing this a long time ago."

"Use your other hand to play with my balls and I bet 
you can get almost twice the cum out of them."

The slew of comments from Robert didn't make the task 
any easier for Jay.

"Okay, I know you are anxious for my cum so how about 
we give you a small taste. Don't worry, I'm not going 
to cum yet. But, I do have a special treat for you. 
First take your hand off my cock for a minute. Now, 
when I tell you I want you to take your tongue out of 
the tip of my cock and then suck as hard as you can."

Jay didn't know what Robert was planning but it didn't 
sound good.

When he let go of the cock he seen Robert reach around 
and grab the 3-inch stick himself. He watched in 
curiosity as Robert started a sort of milking motion. 
He would grab the bottom of the cock near the balls and 
slide his fist upward a few inches then repeat it over 
and over. He did this for a good minute.

"Okay, move your tongue away," Robert commanded.

When Jay did that he seen Robert milk his cock again. 
Only this time he didn't just go a few inches. His hand 
went from the balls all the way up to Jay's mouth. 
Around the half way mark Jay felt the end of Robert's 
cock start to spray pre-cum into the back of his 
throat. Jay began to gag on it. It wasn't the taste 
that made him gag. In fact, he hadn't tasted any of it. 
It had completely bypassed his taste buds and gone down 
his throat. What made him gag was the force in which it 
sprayed into his throat. That and how much of the damn 
stuff had come out. There had to be at least 3 
tablespoons of the stuff. That was more than Jay 
normally came. Well, more than he came when he didn't 
have a dildo up his ass; he came at least 4 to 6 
tablespoons then.

"You liked that didn't you?" Robert said. "When I come 
it's going to be just like that, only it will come out 
a lot faster and there will be tons more of it. I 
recommend you keep swallowing when that happens or you 
will have the stuff going down the wrong pipe and even 
out your nose."

Robert felt he owed the kid at least some advice. If 
Jay didn't listen this time then he certainly would 
next. And there would be many next times. Robert had 
only ever taken 5 boys to this level of training 
before; Jay being the fifth. Of the other four only one 
had managed to take all of Robert's load without it 
coming out their nose. At least on the first try. They 
all managed to accomplish it eventually... repeatedly.

As Jay returned to playing with Robert's balls and 
jacking his cock, he felt hands on his ass. Robert was 
tugging on Jay's ass to get him to raise it up off his 
waist. It was very awkward to raise it up and keep the 
cock in his mouth at the same time. He did finally 
manage to get it a good few inches up though. As he 
continued to jack the cock off and swirl his tongue he 
felt Robert tug the plug out of his ass.

Jay guessed he was going to fuck him with it. However, 
he heard a thud on the floor and realized Robert had 
tossed the plug down. Seconds later he felt a finger go 
up his ass.

"Mmm," Jay moaned around the cock.

"Mmm... mmm," Jay protested around the cock as he felt 
a 2nd finger join the first. Robert's fingers were far 
from small. So, it did cause a little bit of pain when 
both fingers started pumping up and down his ass chute.

"MMMM!" Jay moaned as he felt a third finger starting 
to poke at his boy pussy. He quickly began to try to 
lift his head off the cock to protest. However, 
Robert's other hand was there already holding his head 
down.

"Shhh... shhhh... just relax you can take all three. I 
know you can."

"Mmmm," Jay moaned yet again as the third finger popped 
inside.

"See, didn't I tell you? Your pussy is coming along 
good. It won't be long and I will have a lot more than 
just my fingers up there."

Jay knew he wasn't gay. Despite all the names Robert 
called him and despite everything he allowed Robert to 
do to him, he knew he wasn't gay. Everything that had 
happened to him he could easily explain away as against 
his will. Everything that is, except for those fingers 
up his ass. Robert had pointed the tips of the three 
fingers together like a cone. The deeper the fingers 
went in the wider Jay's ass would have to stretch. The 
only thing is, once Robert had the tips in he stopped 
pushing. 

At first Jay had been relieved. Jay had gotten a lot of 
exercise since that first time in the theater. He knew 
he could easily hold himself off those fingers for a 
very long time. And for the first minute that's exactly 
what he did do. However, as the seconds went by his 
mind began to drift away from the thoughts of the cock 
in his mouth and more toward those fingers up his ass. 
It was hard to explain. It was almost as though he had 
an imaginary itch deep inside him that needed to be 
scratched. It started out very tiny in his mind, but 
the more he thought about it the greater it became.

"Mmmmph."

Jay began to let out periodic moans as he tried to push 
himself down on those fingers. His ass was being 
stretched way further than it had ever been before. 
Every fraction of an inch stretched him yet further. 
However, it also brought the tips of those fingers 
closer to that itch. The problem though was that the 
itch kept going deeper. Every time he thought he was 
deep enough the itch would seem to be still a hair 
away.

Jay let out a grunt as his ass bottomed out against 
Robert's palm. He felt like crying. Not because of what 
he had done but because he hadn't reached that itch. It 
seemed so very close. Jay did the only thing he could 
think of, he took a deep breath through his nose and 
then raised an inch up then pounded his ass back down 
onto the fingers. A jolt of pleasure shot through him 
as the itch finally was reached. However, a second 
later it was back and again just out of reach.

It wasn't long before Jay had a nice deep rhythm going. 
It wasn't easy though. He had very little leverage in 
his awkward position. His legs were very strong at this 
point but most of that strength was being used to just 
keep his balance. No, he needed just a hair more 
leverage to get the rhythm he needed. At first he tried 
taking his left hand away from Robert's balls so he 
could use that hand to help push him up and down. 
Robert threatened to take away the fingers though if he 
didn't put the hand back so Jay reluctantly did.

Robert loved to have his balls played with. Jay hated 
it of course. He would barely brush his fingers across 
them in order to reduce the contact. Robert was always 
having to order him to get rougher with them. To pull 
on his ball sack and stuff like that. Jay needed his 
leverage though so despite how much he hated it, he 
began using Robert's ball sack for some of that 
leverage. Jay grabbed Robert's large ball sack as best 
he could and used it like a handle and began tugging up 
and down on it depending on what direction he needed 
the fingers in his ass to go. He of course knew better 
than to get too rough with them.

Jay also tightened his other hand which was currently 
stroking Robert's cock. That helped his leverage a 
little but not much. Robert's cock was just too big for 
his small hand to get a good grip on. The cock was also 
very slimy from the pre-cum that had dripped there 
earlier.

For days after this event Jay cried himself to sleep 
each night. Partly because of that itch that never went 
away. Partly because of how he had lost control and 
bounced up and down on those fingers. However, the 
biggest reason was because of what he did next that 
night. Jay had already built up a good rhythm on the 
fingers but he wanted even more speed. He of course 
knew that as soon as he got more speed he would want 
yet more... but that didn't matter, if it was humanly 
possible to speed up even a little then he needed to do 
just that. And, there was yet one way he could increase 
that speed. He could use his mouth.

Jay fought the itch as long as he could. He tried, he 
really did. Every night when he was crying he would 
repeat that to himself over and over. But in the end he 
lost the battle and started using Robert's cock for 
leverage. He would push his mouth down on the cock 
every time he wanted to lift up on the fingers in his 
ass. Gravity and his left hand tugging at Robert's 
balls did a good job of bringing Jay back down. 
However, even that was not enough. So, on the down 
strokes Jay would tighten his mouth even more on the 
head of the cock and pull upward with his neck muscles. 
This of course got harsh warnings from Robert since 
Jay's teeth were once again making too much contact. 
However, Robert was nice enough to give him an 
alternative method.

"Suck it," Robert had told him. "The suction will keep 
it in your mouth."

Sure enough, it worked and his rhythm increased just a 
hair more.

Jay began moaning each time the fingers slid in and out 
of him. Only these moans were no longer pain, they were 
pleasure. As the pleasure built up his ass Jay began to 
actually suckle harder and harder on the head of the 
cock in his mouth. 

"I knew a few fingers would get you going," Robert 
said. "You don't think I had you massage that clit of 
yours for weeks on end for nothing do you? Yeah, you 
can't enough you little faggot."

"That's it, fuck my finger's Jay. Show me how much you 
love them up your ass."

"Your a natural cock sucker. Just think, any minute now 
you will be sucking down a huge load of my cum."

The nasty comments just wouldn't stop. As bad as they 
burned his soul, the pleasure from those fingers were 
way more important to Jay. So, he kept humping up and 
down on them as fast as he could. The extra leverage 
from the cock was not without it's price though. Every 
time he pushed down on it it would push hard into the 
back of his mouth. His gag reflex eventually got used 
to it but then something worse began to happen. As his 
throat muscles began to adjust, the head of the cock 
started trying to squeeze it's way further in. It was 
barely noticeable at first but before long Jay could 
feel a good 2 to 3 inches sliding up and down the 
entrance of his throat. Two or three inches really 
wasn't very much but the thickness of Robert's cock 
made it seem more like 10 feet going in and out. 

Creating the vacuum needed on the down strokes was just 
as bad. Whenever he push his ass down on the fingers 
the head of the cock would slide back out of his 
throat. That was the good news. The bad news was that 
he had to suck hard to keep it from escaping his mouth. 
This slowed his oxygen intake a little and made him a 
hair light headed. But the worst part was what he was 
sucking on. Not only did he have to deal with the fact 
that he was sucking on a cock, but he also had to deal 
with the fact that every suck brought a fresh spoonful 
of pre-cum into and down his throat. He felt like a 
baby feeding from a mother's tit.

While Jay was currently in his own private hell, Robert 
was in heaven. Jay was doing much better than Robert 
could have possibly hoped. All that training was 
definitely paying off. Robert had used this position 
before with his slaves. However, never when having them 
give him their first blowjob. The first blowjob always 
took place in the shower. He would sit the boys in the 
wall seat and then introduce them to the "machine". The 
machine was nothing more than a wooden box with a dildo 
harness out the top of it on a small metal rod. He 
would strap a nice size dildo or possibly even a butt 
plug on it and then place it under them and start it 
up. The electrical motor would then drive the dildo up 
and down and put the boys in their own little dream 
world. 

The device looked simple but had cost him over a 
thousand dollars. Robert was not rich so that was a 
major investment; an investment that paid off though. 
It had a control attached to it from a long cable. The 
better the boys did the faster he would set the 
controls. If they did especially good he would turn 
another knob that would make the dildo go even deeper. 
As weeks went by and the boys got further into their 
cock training Robert would then introduce them to the 
vibrate function. This put the boys in absolute 
ecstasy. But to earn the vibrate function the boys had 
to really make Robert believe they were enjoying their 
task. He knew they never really enjoyed the blowjob 
portion of the visits but they sure could be convincing 
sometimes.

Robert liked this new twist of having Jay frantically 
fucking himself on the fingers. However, he knew he was 
going to miss the best part. The best part for Robert 
was when he shot his load down the boy's throat for the 
first time. Robert's load was huge by anyone's 
standards. It was freakishly huge. 

Robert could shoot about a quarter of a cup or more. In 
sperm standards that was an absolute ton. By this point 
in their training all of the boys were well aware of 
this fact. So, there would always be this look of fear 
in their eyes when they knew Robert was about to cum. 
When Robert did finally cum the boy could literally 
feel the cum shoot up through the dick under their 
palms. It was at this exact moment that the boy's 
expression became more of hopelessness. Of course, it 
always shot back to fear as the cum reached the tip of 
his dick and started shooting right down their throat. 
There would also be some pain mixed in if the boy 
didn't perform properly and it went down the wrong 
tubes and out his nose. But in the end, there would 
always be this look of defeat in their eyes as he made 
them squeeze and suck the remaining dregs of cum from 
his cock.

With Jay's back turned to him, however, he missed all 
of this as he finally shot his load down his throat. 
Even though he couldn't actually see Jay's face, he 
knew the expressions were the same. Robert did notice 
one thing he could not have noticed with the other boys 
who had sat in the seat. When Robert had started to cum 
Jay had stopped fucking himself on the fingers. Jay had 
let out one last moan of defeat and accepted the cum 
into his throat. Robert could see Jay's throat muscles 
flexing as they frantically tried to force all the cum 
into his stomach. There was no major gagging so Robert 
could tell that Jay had done a good job and it all went 
down properly and not out his nose.

Robert's cock pulsed for a good 30 to 40 seconds before 
it stopped shooting. When it stopped, Jay just remained 
frozen with the cock in his mouth and the fingers half 
buried up his ass. Robert was curious what the boy 
would decide to do next so he just waited. Then, Robert 
seen something happen that convinced him that this new 
position was indeed the best one for a slave's first 
blowjob. He could hear Jay sobbing, but he also noticed 
that the boy was beginning to ride his fingers again. 
With the other boys it had been different. The machine 
had never stopped so they had no choice but to accept 
the anal penetration. However, Jay had a choice and he 
had chosen to continue his ride on Robert's fingers.

The sight of watching Jay voluntarily riding his 
fingers just seconds after taking a load of cum was a 
huge turn on. It wasn't long and Jay was going at full 
steam again. Robert didn't even have to tell him to 
suck the rest of the cum out of his dick. Jay was 
already sucking and tugging at his cock again. It 
wasn't long and Robert fed Jay yet a second load.

After shooting the second load down Jay's throat he 
made the boy stop. His dick could only handle so much. 
Jay was massaging the sides of his sore jaw as he got 
off Robert's lap. It was then that Robert seen 
something that made him almost want to fuck another 
load down the boy's throat. Laying there in his lap 
where Jay had been sitting was a huge pool of Jay's 
sperm. There was way too much of it to have just been 
milked out. It was clear that the boy had received his 
first prostate orgasm. On top of that, he had done it 
while sucking his first cock.

Jay turned a beet red and bowed his head down in shame 
as Robert pointed this out to him.

"Don't worry, this is a good thing," Robert consoled 
him. "I'm proud of you Jay. In fact, I think you 
deserve a little extra treat."

Jay slowly glanced up at him and seen that Robert was 
still looking down at the pool of sperm just below his 
belly button. He watched as Robert reached down with 
his left hand and held the huge cock and balls off to 
the side. Jay knew what he wanted him to do. Jay wanted 
to run and hide but he didn't. It was as though he was 
in a dream moving in slow motion. As though he had no 
control over his body. One moment he was standing there 
looking at the pool of sperm and the next he felt 
himself moving forward then kneeling down. Then came 
the taste as he began to lick up and swallow the slimy 
mess. Robert just leaned back and soothingly stroked 
the back of the Jay's head until he was done.

10.

It was now April and Jay was coming along nicely in his 
training. Jay was by far Robert's best slave to date. 
Over time his other slaves had become accustomed to the 
things Robert did to them; kind of like brushing your 
teeth. It's not something you look forward too or enjoy 
doing. You just do it without giving it a second 
thought because you know it has to be done. 

While Jay had accepted most of his situation and would 
do what was required of him, Robert could always see 
that glint of reluctance and disgust in Jay's eyes when 
he had to perform. Sure, Jay was getting really good at 
his duties but Robert knew the boy would never truly 
come to accept them. But then, that's exactly why 
Robert liked the boy the most.

In fact, Robert was seriously considering keeping Jay. 
His prior slaves he had used for a few years then 
gradually tapered back their duties. By the time the 
slaves had turned 18 most weren't even meeting with 
Robert any more. Sure, they still got commands from 
Robert via the phone, email, etc. But, they never met 
with him again and the commands were not that often or 
that extreme. Just enough to keep them all in line and 
remember who was boss.

Robert knew that over time a lot of his training would 
eventually wear off his slaves. But by then it would be 
too late to take any kind of legal action against him. 
Most would be in their late twenties or even thirties 
by then. Even if they could prove that it was Robert 
who had been giving them all these orders over the 
years, it would look like it was a consensual 
arrangement to any outsider. Who would believe that a 
guy could control another guy for years on end without 
any actual physical contact with them? Besides, they 
would have to find and catch Robert first. A lot had 
tried but none had ever succeeded.

Robert wasn't even worried about the slaves tracking 
him down some day and killing him. Heck, by now Jay 
even probably had a good idea of where he lived. Robert 
knew that the slave training had removed all of their 
aggressiveness. They may hate what was done to them and 
hate Robert for doing it but they would always be his 
slave and they knew it. They all knew that Robert could 
hand them a gun and then tell them to suck his cock and 
they would drop the gun and do it without question. 
Their training would prevent them from doing anything 
but.

Of course, Robert knew that he would start craving 
younger boys once Jay started getting too old. But who 
ever said he couldn't take on additional slaves? Robert 
smiled to himself as he thought about the 
possibilities. And it wasn't like Robert had always had 
a taste for just young boys. There had been a time way 
back when he liked grown men and women just as much. He 
just hated the males that actually liked what he did to 
them. Nothing turned Robert's stomach more than some 
faggot trying to get a ride on his cock. So, there was 
the possibility that he would always get excited over 
Jay despite his age.

But, there was still a lot of training ahead for Jay 
before Robert made a final decision on the matter. And 
in order to push that training into full gear he needed 
more time with the boy. Jay's mom was almost always at 
work and his dad was almost always drunk. Despite that, 
it was still very hard to get time together. Getting 
more was going to be hard. 

Most of his other slaves had had single parents. As 
long as the boys got good grades and stayed away from 
drugs, their moms or dads always trusted them to stay 
out of trouble while they were away at work most of the 
day. Robert made sure his boys met these various 
requirements. Well, his whip actually ensured that.

Like Jay, one of his slaves did have two parents and 
other family members living with them. Around this 
point in his training he had made the boy run away from 
home. He had him jump on a bus and travel two states 
away. Robert then picked him up and drove him all the 
way back to Kansas and to his house. Of course, from 
that day on the slave could never leave the house; not 
that Robert had problems finding things to keep him 
busy. Once he turned 18 he gave the boy a few bucks and 
let him get his own place. Then, he gradually tapered 
back on the boy's activities just like all the rest.

However, unlike all the others, this boy didn't have a 
full education and ended up with lots of financial 
problems. Robert felt somewhat responsible and 
therefore supported the boy for over two years until 
the slave finished his GED. The boy wasn't living like 
a king but he was doing way better now.

Robert wasn't going to make the same mistake with Jay; 
especially if he wanted to keep the boy long term. 
Robert couldn't afford to support Jay for years on end. 
It was something Robert had been worrying about for 
months now. He wanted to push Jay's training into full 
gear but needed to be able to do it without the parents 
catching on. He also needed a safety net just in case 
they did anyway.

The plan Robert had been debating was very risky. 
However, if it worked it not only would give him more 
time with the boy but it would immediately take Jay's 
training to a level far beyond all his other slaves. In 
addition to risk, it was kind of sick even by Robert's 
standards. Though, he had much sicker things in mind 
for this slave if everything worked out right; things 
that would drive most boys insane. But he had high 
hopes that Jay could survive them. If not, well, he 
would know better for when he got his next slave. It's 
all live and learn. If you fall you just have to get 
back on that horse and try again and again. All that 
was important was that you keep trying to push your 
goals higher and higher each time.

Robert wanted to plan it out more but there just wasn't 
any more time. If the parents didn't get suspicious 
then the family doctor sure as hell would if he got a 
glance at the boy's asshole. It was still in pretty 
good shape but any doctor worth his paycheck would have 
noticed it was getting a little more use than it should 
have been getting. Odds of a family doctor checking out 
a boy's asshole was pretty slim but you never know.

"Face the back of the van and try to fit this up your 
ass," Robert told Jay after he got in.

The dildo Robert tossed back to him was no surprise to 
Jay. It was the 2.5 inch one. If Jay wasn't riding the 
smaller ones then Robert almost always had him pressing 
that big fucker against his hole. It never came close 
to fitting of course but Robert always insisted he 
struggle with it anyway. The thing was so huge that it 
had literally knocked Jay down a couple times in the 
past when Robert had tossed it to him.

While in the van Robert almost always had the boys 
kneel on the mattress on the floor and then lean their 
upper body onto the couch in the back. The nice thing 
about this position for Jay was that it allowed him to 
rest most of his muscles. Not that he really tried that 
hard to get it into his ass. In Jay's eyes it was just 
a waste of energy, it wasn't ever going to fit no 
matter how hard he tried. He knew Robert would be 
glancing back at him from time to time so he did have 
to at least make it look good. He could only get the 
head half way into his ass but as long as he kept going 
from the tip to that half way mark then Robert seemed 
to be satisfied.

This position, however, had a major negative side to it 
also. Well, negative for Jay... Robert seemed to get a 
kick out of it. Every time the van hit a bump there 
would be a sudden and very large increase in the 
pressure of the dildo against Jay's hole. Jay swore 
that Robert was going out of his way to hit every 
pothole and every speed bump in the city. 

The speed bumps were the worst. When the van's back 
wheels hit these then Jay, the mattress and the dildo 
would often fly a good 2 to 3 inches into the air then 
come crashing back down. It often happened with little 
warning and Jay often had his entire weight coming down 
on that dildo poking at his ass. God that would hurt. 
As a punishment once, Robert drove down to the lake and 
drove around on all the non-paved inlets hitting holes, 
exposed tree roots, rocks, etc. Jay wasn't able to sit 
comfortably for days after that.

Today, thankfully, was not a punishment day. Today 
they, well Robert actually, had planned to visit a 
theater. Which theater and what movie they planned to 
watch Jay didn't know. Nor did he care. Robert always 
made sure Jay kept too distracted to actually focus on 
the screen anyway.

This was one of their late night visits. Most of Jay's 
visits took place right after school but on some 
weekends they would manage a late night visit like 
tonight. Jay had a buddy named Billy that his parents 
always thought he was visiting. They were not real 
buddies though. Jay would just pay the kid 20 bucks 
every so often to stop by the house to meet him. Billy 
would say a quick hello to any of Jay's family that 
happened to be there, then they would ride off to the 
mall where Jay would pay him and then part ways. 

Billy actually thought Jay was pretty cool at first the 
way he was playing his parents like that. However, 
after he got to know him a little better he realized 
Jay was just some weakling of a kid. After that the 
price for his services had quickly gone from 10 bucks 
to 20. It upset Jay, but not overly so. Most of the 
money was Robert's anyway. Robert gave him a little 
money from time to time for things such as this. It 
never was much, but then Jay didn't really need much 
money. He spent all his free time with Robert or crying 
in his room.

As they drove along Robert was giving him instructions 
on what they were going to do tonight. Robert's 
instructions were always weird but tonight they were 
extra strange. The oddest part was that they were going 
to sneak Jay into the theater. Robert had a disguise 
for him even. Not that wearing a disguise was that much 
out of the ordinary for their trips. Only, this one was 
a hat and a trench coat. After they stopped and he was 
told to put it on he almost laughed at himself. He 
looked like some kind of spy or something. This wasn't 
a disguise, he would stick out like a sore thumb. Jay 
didn't like this at all. Not only where they risking 
getting caught by sneaking in but he was wearing 
something that would draw extra attention to him. But, 
what Robert says goes. He wasn't going to worry his 
head over something as simple as possibly getting 
yelled at by some movie usher.

The plan was simple, he was to wait in the van for 
exactly 5 minutes then get out and go in the side door. 
Robert would be waiting at the door for him. Jay didn't 
have a watch, but then he didn't need one for this 
task. Often during their visits Robert would "clean" 
Jay out. Jay hated these so called "cleanings". Robert 
would give him an enema and make him hold it for 
exactly 5 minutes every time. 

The enema's Robert gave him were way worse than the 
ones Jay gave to himself. They had started small at 
first but as the weeks went by they got larger and 
larger. The bag Robert used on him had a half-gallon 
capacity and Jay had noticed that recently it was being 
filled almost all the way. These enema's of course hurt 
a lot. But they didn't hurt half as bad as the 
punishment enemas. Those were often too hot or two cold 
and would give him cramps. Regardless of what type it 
was he always had to hold it for the same amount of 
time. He would sit there on the toilet with his head 
bowed and tears dripping down onto his bloated tummy. 
When time was up he would then get permission to 
release it all. Yes, Jay knew how long 5 minutes was.

When the 5 minutes was up Jay peaked out the front and 
side windows to make sure no one was around then got 
out of the van. The van was only a few feet from the 
door so Jay was at it in no time. When he got to the 
door though it was not open. There was a sign on the 
door that said, "exit only" and there wasn't a doorknob 
or anything on it. Robert hadn't said anything about 
knocking on the door. Of course he didn't say anything 
about not knocking either. Jay decided it best not too. 
He didn't think he would get punished for just waiting 
there since he wasn't told otherwise. However, if he 
knocked and wasn't supposed to then he was sure to be 
punished.

Jay shivered in the cold for a good minute before the 
door finally popped open.

"Hurry," Robert whispered from inside.

Jay rushed inside. They were at the end of some kind of 
short hallway. There was a bathroom door a few feet 
away and he could hear the movie coming from the other 
end of the hallway.

"Okay, just follow behind me," Robert said. 

Jay followed Robert as instructed. The hallway got 
darker and darker as they neared the end of it. It got 
to the point where Jay could not see but a few inches 
in front of him. He put his hand out a little to make 
sure he didn't accidentally run into Robert. As they 
got to the end of the hall it was apparent that they 
were at the back of the theater. Jay's eyes popped open 
when he caught sight of the screen. It was a porn 
movie! Jay could make out the shapes of other men not 
far away but there weren't but a few. 

They sat in the back as far away from the isle as they 
could get. Jay's left side was up against the wall and 
Robert was sitting just to his right.

"We will have a few customers soon," Robert said. "When 
they come just keep quiet and let me do all the 
talking."

Jay wanted to ask what Robert meant by customers but 
knew better. He was right in not asking. This was a 
part of Robert's life that he did not like to talk 
about. Robert worked jobs from time to time, but it was 
in this porn theater that he made most of his money. 
Robert was well equipped and something like that does 
not go unnoticed for long in a place like this. Robert 
charged 10 bucks just for someone to stare at his cock 
while they beat off. Another dollar a minute and you 
could play with it. Robert never let any of his 
customers suck him though. It turned him on to have a 
male or female suck him against their will, but these 
guys were actually gay and bisexual. The thought of 
some faggot sucking his cock turned his stomach. Hell, 
it took all his willpower just to stay hard when they 
played with his dick.

At first, Robert only did this for some loose change. 
However, it had quickly turned into a steady income 
when the manager of the place caught him one day. 
Luckily for him the manager didn't call the cops. 
Instead, the manager decided to become his pimp. Robert 
laughed every time he thought about this idiot thinking 
he could actually pimp him out. The guy was good at 
finding Robert additional customers but sucked at 
everything else. The guy was such a wimp. Had he wanted 
too Robert knew he could have turned the guy into one 
of his slaves. But no amount of money would be worth 
having to train some old geezer. Instead, Robert just 
tossed the guy a few 20s here and there. Nothing even 
close to what the guy wanted but Robert would just tell 
him to take it or leave it and the old fuck would back 
down every time.

As pathetic as the guy was, he did have his uses. He 
got him more customers, but more importantly he kept 
Robert from getting in trouble. There was a small red 
light that the guy would turn on every time some 
unknown person bought a ticket up front. None of them 
ever turned out to be cops but it's better to be safe 
than sorry. Robert would just watch them as they came 
in and sat down. It wouldn't be long and Robert would 
see them jacking off or trying to suck or be sucked by 
one of the regulars in the place. Then it would be back 
to business.

Despite this, it was still very risky bringing Jay in 
there. Even the sleazy manager would have a fit if he 
knew a minor was in his joint. While it was risky, it 
was essential to his plan. Not to mention how much 
extra cash it would bring in. Most of Robert's 
customers preferred sucking or playing with cocks. 
However, there were a few that preferred to have their 
cocks sucked and would pay extra for it. Of course 
Robert always turned them down the same as when they 
would ask to fuck his ass. It took all his will power 
not to punch them in the face whenever a new customer 
would ask for such things. It was bad for business of 
course so he never did. But all the regular customers 
knew what and what not to ask for. Surprisingly, not 
all his customers were old weaklings like the manager. 
Some even looked as rough and acted more masculine than 
Robert. While these guys all had decent equipment, they 
were nowhere near the size of Robert which is what made 
him the "star" and them the customer.

"This him? He looks awfully young," a voice said from 
the right of Robert. While his eyes had adjusted some, 
it was still dark enough that Jay hadn't even noticed 
the guy approach.

"He's 18, don't worry. Just remember the rules," Robert 
told him. Robert had obviously scheduled the day's 
activities. It was a lot of hassle to schedule it all; 
definitely not worth the little extra money. But then, 
he wasn't risking this just for money.

"You fuck this up and I'm increasing your dosage," 
Robert whispered into Jay's ear. Robert was talking 
about Jay's protein intake. Eating cum was one of the 
worst things you could make a hetro slave do. Robert of 
course ensured that Jay got at least one load per 
visit. Robert always referred to it as Jay's 
"medicine". One load from Robert was still about a 
quarter of a cup but Jay knew that Robert often could 
cum 3 to 5 times per visit. Most of that went up Jay's 
ass or on his face though. But he knew darn well that 
Robert would enjoy nothing more than to increase his 
dosage to a half a cup or more. The very thought made 
Jay queasy.

At that, Robert stood up and let the other guy take his 
seat next to Jay. Robert then sat down on the other 
side of the guy. The guy immediately unzipped his own 
pants and pulled out his cock.

"Get to work boy," the stranger instructed.

Jay just sat there staring down at the guy's cock. He 
could barely make out the size of the guy in the dark. 
He looked to be about 7 or 8 inches long and maybe 1.25 
inches thick; nothing extreme, but still a pretty good 
size. It was clear the guy wanted Jay to do something 
to his cock, but what, Jay wasn't sure. He got the hint 
though when the guy's hand went behind Jay's head and 
started pulling it toward the cock. Jay resisted for a 
second but then moaned in defeat as he realized he had 
no choice in the matter.

It was a tight fit but Jay managed to get most of the 
cock down his throat. He had gotten tons of practice on 
his "toys" but taking the real thing down his throat 
was much different. While it felt a ton more shameful, 
it actually turned out to be physically easier to do 
than the dildos had been. The cock was a lot more 
pliable than the dildos and slid down with less effort.

The guy, or maybe it was Robert, took Jay's hat as it 
started to fall off. Jay wasn't worried about being 
noticed though. Not only was it too dark in the place 
but the guy covered half of Jay's head with his hands. 
One hand held onto him by the neck and back of the head 
and the other was at the top of his head. At first they 
just laid there on his head. But within a minute the 
guy started using his hands to increase Jay's tempo.

"God you have a nice throat," the guy moaned as he 
fucked Jay's face even faster.

It wasn't long and Jay was getting dizzy from the speed 
and force that his head was going up and down on that 
cock.

"Can I cum in his mouth?" the guy asked Robert.

"Hell yeah. He can't get enough of the shit," Robert 
chuckled.

"That right boy? You want my cum?" the guy moaned from 
above.

"Mmmph," was all Jay could give in response. It was 
more a moan of despair but the guy took it as a "yes".

"Well, here it comes," the guy said as he pushed Jay's 
head down one last time and held it to his groin.

The guy had a decent size load but compared to Robert 
it was hardly noticeable to Jay. The cock pulsed 4 or 5 
times before it stopped. The guy then sighed and 
removed his hands from Jay's head.

"Where you think you are going?" the guy said when Jay 
began to raise his head from his lap. "There's still a 
little more that will ooze out. Get back down there and 
suck it all out. Jay let out another moan but lowered 
his head again and did what he was told. The guy had 
him suck and lick him for a good 2 minutes more before 
he finally let him up.

After the guy finally got up and left, Jay noticed that 
Robert had taken his own cock out at some point. He 
felt like crying when he seen this. Not only was he 
being made to suck other guys off but Robert was going 
to take his turn also. To Jay's surprise though, Robert 
never did take his turn at the theater that night. Of 
course, Jay didn't know that the 4 men he ended up 
sucking that night were mainly there just to watch 
Robert.

For 3 weeks Robert took Jay to the theater. By this 
time most had of course caught on that Jay was well 
under age. And the word was quickly circulating. This 
circulation of information was critical to his plan, 
but it was also the most risky part of it. But great 
rewards often require great risk. 

Once word got out, a couple customers didn't want to 
have anything to do with Jay. However, others started 
to actually pay more knowing they were fucking a young 
boy's throat. 

While the money was good, there was only one customer 
Robert cared about. The guy had come to him about 3 
months prior and asked for a blowjob. He was what 
Robert liked to call one of the "straight" types. You 
hardly ever see them in the theater when it's gay porn 
night. Most clearly don't see themselves as gay. They 
just want to be sucked and if a girl isn't available 
then they will accept a guy instead. This guy had been 
a real ass though. Most of the fags in the porn theater 
loved to suck cock so this guy was clearly used to 
getting what he wanted. So this guy was rather rude 
when Robert refused and even ruder when he found out 
that Robert charged money for guys to just play with 
his cock. So, Robert of course was rude back. The guy 
then steamed out of the joint. Robert had been so mad 
that he followed the guy out and was going to beat the 
shit out of him in the back alley. It was then that he 
got a good look at the guy and realized who he actually 
was.

While Robert had not thought too much of the meeting it 
did plant a seed in his mind that later grew to be the 
solution to his current needs. He wanted... no, needed, 
to get this customer back. He knew the guy would not 
come back for him, but hoped he had a taste for young 
meat... even if it was young boy meat.

It was on that 3rd week that Robert seen the small red 
light finally come on in the theater. This meant that 
it was either a suspicious person or it was the guy the 
manager was supposed to be keeping his eye open for. It 
turned out that it was the guy. And sure enough, he was 
headed to the back of the theater where Robert and Jay 
were currently sitting. Robert told Jay to put his hat 
on and to just wait until he could bring another 
customer. Robert then got up and met the guy at the end 
of the isle. Turns out that the rumors about the boy 
had gotten around and the guy was here to sample him.

They haggled a little over price and settled on 5 
bucks. Robert had recently been getting 50 bucks for 
the boys mouth, so 5 was laughable. But the guy was 
barely willing to dish that out. Not that money really 
matter to Robert in this customer's case.

"What's with the getup," the guy whispered back at 
Robert as they approached.

"Oh, he lives around here and doesn't want anyone to 
recognize him," Robert said. "Don't worry, once you get 
his face buried in your lap you can take the hat off 
and you will be able to tell from the back even that 
he's very young."

"Whatever," the guy said. "He just better suck good or 
I'm going to want my money back."

God Robert wanted so badly to deck the asshole. What he 
had planned was going to be way better though.

Jay paid little attention to the voices. Customers 
almost always haggled and stuff before Robert would let 
them approach. Then it was always zip, a hand on the 
back of his head and then the smell and taste of cock 
as the customer throat fucked him. As these voices 
approached, however, Jay's heart skipped a beat. 

"Oh my god, I know that voice," Jay thought in panic. 
"It's DAD! Oh shit, he caught me!"

As he made out the actual words of the conversation, 
though, Jay quickly realized that his dad didn't 
actually know it was him yet. In fact, it was clear 
that his dad was indeed a customer.

"This is Bob," Robert said to Jay as his dad sat next 
to him. "Bob wants the usual and has paid well for it 
so do an extra good job."

"I'll be a few seats down if you need anything," this 
Robert directed more to Bob than Jay.

Jay kept his head bowed to help hide his identity. He 
had to think of a way out of this situation. He 
couldn't suck his own dad off, yet if he tried to flee 
Robert would stop him and then his dad would discover 
who he was. His dad was an asshole and a drunk, but he 
would still have to face him every day after that 
knowing that he knew that Jay had been sucking cocks in 
a porn theater. Not to mention what kind of punishment 
he was going to get.

He was still stunned and in deep thought when Bob's 
hand started pushing Jay's head toward his now exposed 
cock. Jay's mouth was only an inch away from it when he 
realized exactly what was happening. He couldn't 
believe that his own dad hadn't recognized him and was 
now trying to fuck his mouth. Jay immediately tensed 
up. Jay had sucked a lot of cock in the last few weeks 
but this was his dad for Christ sake.

"What the fuck?" Bob growled.

"He just wants you to be a little more forceful with 
him is all," Robert whispered back to him.

"I don't have time for games kid, just suck my fucking 
cock," Bob said as he pushed harder on Jay's head. 
Jay's hat fell to the floor but Bob could care less. He 
glanced down only briefly to get a feel for how young 
the boy was, but most of his interest was on the blonde 
bimbo on the screen getting it up the ass.

The head of Bob's cock pressed hard against Jay's lips 
and teeth. Jay started to quietly cry as he finally 
gave in and let his dad's cock sink into his mouth.

"It's just another cock... it's just another cock," Jay 
kept repeating it in his head as his lips slid down his 
dad's shaft.

Jay tried to think of other things but kept getting 
thrown back to the present. His dad's cock was much 
larger than he would have guessed. It was very close to 
2 inches thick and 8 inches long. This was the largest 
cock ever to go down Jay's throat yet. Robert of course 
made Jay try to suck the 2 inch dildo all the time. 
However, Jay had never managed to get the dildo but a 
few inches into his throat. Bob's cock was different 
though. While it was thick it was also a bit more 
flexible. It still hurt his throat but Jay was able to 
eventually force it down without gagging much.

"That's it, throat my meat," he heard his dad say from 
above.

As much as the words hurt, the worst was whenever Jay 
would bottom out on the cock. His dad would moan and 
his dick would almost always stiffen for a moment. It 
was then that Jay often gagged. It was as though the 2 
inch didlo had just suddenly appeared deep in his 
throat. After a few seconds of this it would soften 
back up a little and his dad would slowly pull Jay's 
head back up.

Bob liked a nice slow blowjob. Even in this theater of 
fags it was hard to find someone that could swallow all 
his meat. And even then he always had to go slow to 
keep from scraping his dick too much on their teeth. 
This boy, however, was actually doing a decent job of 
avoiding the teeth. So, as he got more excited, Bob 
decided to speed things up for a change. It wasn't long 
before he was really giving it to the boy. Bob was 
definitely going to have to try this boy on a regular 
basis. Not only was he avoiding the teeth but the boy 
also had a very tight throat. Bob's fingers could feel 
the boy's throat bulge out every time he fucked his 
cock into it.

"Oh fuck," Bob moaned.

Jay had a steady stream of tears going and it only got 
worse when he realized his dad was about to cum down 
his throat. Then, it happened. His dad pressed Jay's 
head all the way down and held him there while he 
unloaded. The load was only about half that of Roberts, 
but that was still a lot. Jay didn't want to swallow 
his own dad's cum but he didn't have much choice in the 
matter. The head of his dad's cock was about 6 inches 
down his throat and was depositing the cum right into 
his stomach.

The boy's head came off his cock the second he let go 
of his head. He opened his eyes to look at the boy but 
Robert was already there blocking his view and trying 
to usher Bob out of the seat.

"Give me a fucking second," Bob said as he was pulled 
up. "At least let me put my damn cock away."

"You got your nut," Robert growled. "You can zip it on 
the way out the door."

Bob just grumbled to himself as he scooted down the 
isle then made his way out the back door. Bob was a 
good size man but he knew Robert was clearly stronger 
than him. It wasn't worth the risk to start a fight. 
Besides, he got what he was after already so why 
bother.

When Robert turned back to Jay the boy had his hands 
over his eyes crying and was spitting on the floor. 
Robert wanted to have pity on the boy, he really did. 
But he knew he couldn't. He knew he had to make Jay 
face this new reality.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Robert 
sternly whispered to him. "Did I say you could spit 
that cum out?"

Robert knew that most if not all the cum had already 
gone down the boys throat. All the boy was trying to do 
is get the taste of his dad's cock out of his mouth.

"B...but..." Jay tried to answer in-between sobs.

"But what?" Robert replied. "You saying you don't like 
the taste of your dad's dick?"

Jay's head shot up and he stared at Robert in shock.

"Y...you knew?" Jay managed to speak. "But why?"

"It doesn't fucking matter why. If I tell you to suck a 
cock you suck it... period. You don't ask questions, 
you just do it. Do we have an understanding?"

"Y...yes sir," Jay finally mumbled.

"Good. Now, we have to decide a punishment for that 
little spitting incident don't we?"

"Yes sir," Jay whispered as he bowed his head again.

"Okay, we can increase your dosage or we can take a 
ride down by the lake again. You ate most of your dad's 
cum so I guess I owe you at least an option. So which 
will it be?"

The choice was easy. As painful as the bumps were by 
the lake it was still a better choice than a permanent 
increase in his cum dosage. He knew that one day that 
dosage would be increased anyway. But the longer he 
could put that off the better. As they slowly walked 
out toward the van, Jay was already imagining how much 
pain his ass was going to be in during the drive. And 
how sore it was going to be for the next few days.

Before they drove off Robert turned and spoke to Jay.

"We have known each other for awhile now Jay," Robert 
said. "I think maybe from now on you can call me Bob 
whenever you are begging and thanking me for letting 
you eat my cum."

This got Jay's tears flowing again. He just buried his 
face in the couch cushions and cried as he kneeled with 
the huge dildo poking at his ass. Once they reached the 
lake, those tears of course would go from shame to that 
of pain.

11.

Jay was never taken back to the porn theater again 
after that day. Robert, however, continued to go there. 
He went partly to make some cash, but also because he 
wanted to run into Jay's dad again. He of course could 
have approached Bob elsewhere since he knew where the 
guy lived. However, Robert felt the theater was the 
safest. If it got ugly he knew no one at the theater 
would call the cops. Well, not unless it got extremely 
ugly.

Robert didn't have to wait long. Bob had come back to 
the theater within the week. Bob didn't believe Robert 
when he told him that the boy had been his son Jay. 
Robert then handed him some photos he had printed out 
from his home computer. While Bob had been busy throat 
fucking his own son, Robert had been busy taking a few 
photos with a low light digital camera. They were all 
greenish in color but you could clearly make out both 
of their faces in most of the images.

"You turned my son into a fucking homo!"

This was Bob's first reaction. Then he promptly took a 
swing at Robert. Robert reflected it easily and in no 
time had Bob's face pinned up against the back wall 
with his arm twisted behind his back. Then, in the most 
menacing voice he could muster, Robert told Bob how 
things were going to be from now on.

Basically, Bob was to let the boy stay out longer each 
day. And if Jay's mom started to ask questions then 
Bob's job was to cover for the boy and throw her off 
track. There were other things of course like changing 
their family doctor to someone Robert could trust. The 
new doctor had been one of Jay's customers during those 
first few weeks. Robert had pictures of him also but 
didn't have to use them. The doctor was more than happy 
to volunteer his services and keep the boy's secret. 
Provided of course he got to occasionally use Jay's 
services also.

Bob really was an asshole though. He seemed way more 
worried about his own ass than that of his son. Bob 
wouldn't settle down until Robert promised him that he 
wouldn't ever turn the pictures over to the cops. 
Provided of course that he did what he was told. Fuck, 
Bob even asked for a cut of the money Jay had made in 
the theater. What an ass.

In fact, after a few minutes it seemed the only thing 
Bob wasn't happy about was the homework assignment 
Robert had given him. Robert said that Bob was to help 
him with the boy's training. He wanted Bob to start 
using Jay's mouth daily. 

"I'm no fag," Bob had complained.

Robert almost laughed in the guy's face. He just asked 
the guy to fuck his son's face every day and the guy's 
only concern was that it would make him look like a 
fag. That's some real fatherly love there. No wonder 
Jay had turned out to be such an easy target.

Robert never asked for any proof. He fully expected the 
guy to go home and strike some kind of deal with his 
son. A deal where Jay would lie to Robert and in 
exchange he wouldn't fuck the boy's mouth every day. 
Turns out that's not what happened. That very day Bob 
had gone home and walked into his boy's room and pulled 
out his cock.

"Get to work," Bob had told Jay. 

Jay had just sat there staring at his father. His 
father then stuck his dick in the boy's mouth and 
started fucking it. After he shot his load down Jay's 
throat he just zipped up and went out to the living 
room to watch tv and drink beer. Jay wanted to go to 
the bathroom to wash out his mouth but he was too 
embarrassed to face his father. So, instead he stayed 
in his room crying with the taste of his father's cock 
in his mouth.

Robert was actually disappointed in how easy Bob had 
given in. He had hoped that the father and son would 
have tried to lie to him about their home activities. 
It would have given him a good reason to punish Jay. As 
for Bob, he probably would have made the guy finger his 
son's ass or something each day as a punishment. Once 
Bob got used to using his son, Robert knew the drunken 
fuck would start doing more to the boy anyway. But 
making him do it now would have humiliated Bob to at 
least some degree.

During their next visit Robert had Jay give the details 
of what happened at home. Every detail... even what his 
dad's cum tasted like. Robert was never happy unless he 
could get a good cry out of the boy. And making Jay 
relive the experience worked.

Of course, Robert didn't need Jay to tell him what 
happened. He already knew. Robert had a hidden camera 
in Jay's bedroom. It had been there since before he 
even first approached the boy. The camera wasn't all 
that expensive but it was hidden well and got the job 
done. He could easily see most of the room, yet still 
make out faces and what was going on. How he got the 
camera into Jay's room, well, that's a story for 
another time.

Robert really got Jay's tears flowing when he explained 
that Bob would be using Jay's mouth on a daily basis. 
In fact, Jay was to allow his dad to do whatever he 
wanted. Well, not anything. There were some things Bob 
would not be allowed to do to Jay. At least not right 
away. It wasn't that Robert was worried about Jay's 
well being though. It was more that Robert wanted to be 
the first to do these things to Jay. He didn't want 
some fucking drunk asshole getting that privilege.

"Don't worry, you will get used to it," Robert had told 
him.

"The hell I will," Jay had thought. He had been 
drinking over a cup of Robert's cum every week, not to 
mention all those customers, and Jay still wasn't used 
to it. It still disgusted him every time. There was no 
way he would ever adjust to eating his own dad's cum no 
matter how many times Robert made him do it. That said, 
he knew there was only one answer Robert would accept.

"Yes sir," Jay whispered.

The whole thought of Jay eating his own dad's cum 
turned Robert on more than he thought it would. Setting 
it up had been very risky but now he was glad he had 
done it. Not that the risks were all gone. Robert now 
had connections to not just Bob but to the doctor as 
well. On top of that, there was still the small chance 
someone from the theater would turn him in. None of 
these risks were that high but they were higher than he 
had ever taken in the past. But deep down Robert knew 
that Jay was worth the risk.

It was just a couple days later that Robert discovered 
that those risks had gone even higher. At the same 
time, Robert had found out exactly why Bob had given in 
so easy. 

Robert had decided he would drive past Jay's house and 
look in on him for an hour or so. The hidden camera in 
Jay's room had a very limited broadcast range. In order 
to pick up the signal Robert always had to park within 
a block of the house. During the early months of Jay's 
training Robert would park the van near the house, turn 
on the tape recorders then go to sleep in the back or 
possibly leave the van and go watch a movie or 
something at the mall just a mile or so up the road. 
Later, he would then fast forward through the tapes to 
see if Jay had followed his orders or not.

Until lately, however, there had been no real reason to 
even peek in on Jay. Sure, if Robert happened to be 
driving by he would stop for a few minutes here and 
there. But for the most part he now trusted the boy to 
follow through with his homework assignments.

However, with Bob now in Jay's training program Robert 
felt it was best to keep a close watch on the two for 
at least a few weeks. Robert trusted Jay to do what he 
was told, however, there was a lot about Bob that he 
didn't like. The guy had given in way too easy. There 
was always the possibility that Bob had not really 
adjusted to the new situation. Robert knew Bob wouldn't 
go to the cops, but there was always the chance he 
might beat Jay up or something for getting him into 
this mess.

Jay's safety was not the only reason Robert was 
watching lately. A huge reason was that he also wanted 
further blackmail evidence on Bob. Well, that and the 
fact that Robert got really turned on watching the 
father and son together. Robert didn't just like 
watching them while they were together. He also liked 
watching the way Jay would curl up on the bed and cry 
after his father would leave.

Today, however, Robert had seen something that 
concerned him greatly. After his father had left Jay's 
bedroom another guy had walked in and fucked the boy's 
throat. Robert wasn't sure what was going on so he just 
waited a few minutes to see what happened. When they 
guy had finished and left, yet another guy had come in.

"That mother fucker!" Robert yelled in the back of the 
van.

Robert wanted to run up to the house and bust the 
fucking door in. But who knows how many people were in 
there. Plus, everyone there would then know his face 
and what was going on between Jay and him. So, instead, 
Robert went to the pay phone at a nearby donut shop and 
called the house.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Robert 
yelled into the phone. "Are you pimping your own 
fucking son?"

"Hey, I wasn't the one that made him a faggot," Bob 
yelled back. "But I might as well make some money off 
him also."

Damn this guy was stupid, Robert thought. He still 
hasn't figured out that the whole porn theater thing 
was a setup to get blackmail evidence on him. Instead 
of trying to explain it, Robert decided he would cut a 
compromise with the idiot.

"How many guys you have in there?" Robert asked.

"Don't worry, it's just three of my poker buddies," Bob 
replied. "They aren't going to turn me in or anything 
like that. And, they come over to the house all the 
time, so even if someone comes home early they won't 
even notice what's going on."

"Okay, here's how it's going to be," Robert said in a 
calm voice. "You can continue to pimp your boy out to 
your three buddies. But, that's it. No one else. And 
the rules stay the same. Until I say otherwise, you and 
your friends only get to use his throat. Understand?"

"Okay," Bob said after a moment. "But, I get to keep 
all the money I make."

"Agreed," Robert said then hung up.

During their next visit together, Robert could tell Jay 
was more timid than usual. Robert could tell the boy 
wasn't sure if he should tell him what happened with 
the other men or not. After a few minutes, though, Jay 
finally broke down and told Robert the story of the 
previous night. Robert had watched the whole thing of 
course. But it turned him on just as much watching Jay 
sob as he relived the event. He hugged Jay to his naked 
body as the boy told him the details of the night.

"It's going to be alright," Robert would whisper to Jay 
occasionally as he stroked the boy's hair. 

As Jay reached the end of his story, Robert's gentle 
stroking of Jay's head became more of a grip.

"It's going to be alright," Robert said one last time 
as he slowly pushed the boy's mouth to his dick.

12.

"Oh God. Oh God. OH GOD!" Jay moaned.

One would think that Robert's bathroom was one of the 
holiest spots on earth considering how much praying 
went on there. With one last loud moan, Jay's prayer 
had indeed been answered. At least this hour's prayer 
had. It wouldn't be long and Robert would give him 
something new to pray about. He always did.

It was late May, yet despite the warmer weather Jay 
seldom found himself outdoors. His visits with Robert 
were becoming longer and longer. And when he wasn't 
being trained at Robert's house then Jay often found 
himself hiding from his father. Well, hiding wasn't the 
right word. When he wasn't with Robert he was required 
to be at home. So, once home Jay would spend as much 
time as he could with his younger brother and sister. 
Despite this, Bob almost always found a way of getting 
Jay alone in the house long enough to fuck the boy's 
throat. 

Whenever Bob needed a little extra cash he would give 
the twins a few bucks and send them off to the mall to 
watch a movie or something. Then, he would call over 
his 3 poker buddies and Jay would spend the next hour 
or two sucking their cocks. Jay had hoped his dad's 
buddies would have tired of his throat but they never 
did. In fact, as the weeks went on and Jay improved, 
they seemed to desire him even more.

As bad as things were at home, they were a lot worse at 
Robert's house. Lately, all the visits centered on 
Jay's ass. Robert had Jay on a set training schedule. 
One week Jay would do virtually nothing but milking. 
For hours on end Jay would ride his chair. During these 
weeks it was always the 2 inch or smaller dildos he 
rode. He would just bounce up and down over and over. 
He of course would use his fingers to spoon up and eat 
any cum he milked out. It was still disgusting but he 
was so used to eating cum by now that it didn't bother 
him as much as it used too. He hardly even gagged when 
performing the task.

On the weeks he wasn't milking, Robert had him 
stretching. Jay hated these weeks because they were 
always very painful. It was almost always the same. He 
would spend an hour trying to fit a large plug up his 
ass. Then, he would spend an hour bouncing on a huge 
dildo. Then the rest of the night would be him 
struggling with the 3 incher... which of course would 
never fit. Each time a stretching week came around it 
was always a larger plug and dildo. 

Jay always dreaded the stretch weeks. He cried each 
week when he would show up and Robert would show him 
his new "goals". Today had been no different. He first 
started crying when he crawled through the living room 
and seen his chair already set up for later. The 2.5 
incher was connected to the seat. Jay cried knowing 
this huge dildo was going to make his ass really sore 
later. Robert hitting him on the ass with the paddle as 
they moved along was not helping things either.

Like always, before they got to the seat, Jay needed to 
first go do his prayers in the bathroom. First was the 
enema. He now got one of these every time he visited. 
And it was huge; a full half-gallon. Jay was getting to 
the point though where he could take the full thing on 
the first try almost every time. He always got his 
enemas on his hands and knees. Often Robert would lead 
him into the bathroom on his leash and then prepare the 
enema while Jay waited there crying. He would then 
stick the nozzle up the boy's ass and open the valve. 

Not always, but most times Robert would sit on the 
toilet and make Jay lick his dick and balls as the 
enema drained into the boy's ass. Jay would get 
severely punished if any leaked onto the floor. If Jay 
was lucky he would be able to take the full half gallon 
on the first try. If he started cramping up too much, 
however, he had no choice but to beg and plead Robert 
to get off the toilet so he could use it. Just months 
prior Jay would have never believed he could accomplish 
taking a full half-gallon. He still didn't believing it 
sometimes. That is until he would look down at his 
stomach. His stomach would be absolutely bloated. It 
looked and felt like a huge water balloon that had been 
filled to it's bursting point.

Even more amazing was the fact that he sometimes had 
problems expelling the water. He got frightened the 
first time this had happened. He had taken the full 
half-gallon, waited the standard 5 minutes, then sat on 
the toilet to expel it. However, virtually nothing came 
out even when he tried pushing. He had looked to Robert 
in fright only to see Robert smiling down at him.

"That will happen sometimes," Robert had said. "But 
don't worry, I have a fix for that."

It was as though Robert had been planning the "fix" for 
weeks. Robert had quickly gotten out a pair of 
handcuffs and cuffed Jay's hands behind him. He then 
fastened Jay's dog collar to a eyebolt behind the 
toilet. This forced Jay to arch backward a bit. It was 
either that or lift his ass off the toilet and he knew 
better than to do something stupid like that. In 
horror, Jay then seen Robert pull out a whip. The blows 
were raining down on Jay before he could even ask what 
the whip was for. Some went across his tits but most 
were centered on his bloated belly. Within seconds the 
water came rushing out of him. Robert kept whipping him 
for over a minute though. Jay wasn't sure if this was a 
punishment for not being able to expel the water or if 
it was actually some kind of way to help him do so. 
Regardless, Jay would always be required to thank 
Robert each time it happened.

These huge enema's always amazed Jay to a degree. One 
minute he would be bloated and in pain and minutes 
later he would be utterly empty and somehow soothed. 
Sometimes Jay wondered if he would miss the enemas if 
he ever stopped taking them. Other times he worried 
what would happen to his body if he didn't get the 
enemas. It had been months since he had actually gone 
to the bathroom naturally. He wasn't sure if his 
internal muscles could even function that way anymore. 
He often cried at night thinking about stuff like this.

As bad as the enemas were, it was the plug that really 
put the religion into Jay. Robert almost always used 
the swing for the plug. Jay had almost peed himself the 
first time Robert had gotten the swing out again. After 
a few minutes Robert had calmed him down some. Robert 
had explained that the swing was only going to be used 
for the plug. Jay was not going to be double fucked on 
it like the first time.

Once he got Jay into the swing and all tied up, Robert 
had then mounted the butt plug so it reached just to 
the boy's asshole. He then adjusted it several more 
inchs toward Jay's ass. This meant that Jay had to pull 
with his arms to keep from being fully impaled on the 
plug. Jay could tell right away that Robert had made 
some adjustments though to the swing. The very first 
time Jay had been in the swing it had only took the 
slightest tug with his arms to move him several inches 
one direction or the other. However, Jay found that now 
he had to pull 10 times harder in order to move away 
from the plug. He also found that pushing with his feet 
did absolutely nothing in this regard.

Once he was in place Robert would put some lube on the 
plug and then sit on the toilet to read a magazine. On 
the first day they did this Jay sat there for the first 
minute thinking how silly the whole setup seemed to be. 
He was easily able to keep his ass away from the plug 
so what was the point? It didn't seem that silly, 
however, as the second minute rolled around and his 
arms started to tire.

By the third minute his arm muscles were really 
starting to burn so he started rotating from one arm to 
the other. This, however, only bought him an extra 
minute at most. Then came what Robert liked to call the 
"compromise". It happens every time. As the boy's hands 
become weaker they always compromise by distributing 
part of the weight toward the plug poking at their ass. 
Robert always knew when this stage was reached by the 
moans that the boys always made. Jay was no different.

At first it was only about an inch that went into Jay's 
ass. But like his hands, his asshole muscle would tire 
as well. As his asshole tired more and more of the plug 
would slide in. This of course hurt more and more until 
Jay would once again pull hard with his hands to keep 
him off the plug. Which of course would only last a 
minute before his hands weakened again. Only this time 
when he compromised he had to put even more weight on 
the plug due to his further weakened arms. And of 
course his asshole would be weaker also and even more 
of the plug would slide in. This cycle would repeat 
itself over and over. And Jay's moans and prayers would 
get louder and louder.

There would always be a point where both Jay's arms and 
ass muscles would completely give out. At this point 
his weight would go completely onto the plug in his 
ass. In the swing though, this weight was only actually 
about 1/10th his normal weight. Therefore, the plug 
wouldn't just pop right in. Especially considering how 
thick the plug always was. Instead, Jay would lay there 
with the plug pushing against the tight ring of his ass 
for over two to three minutes. During that minute Jay 
would be moaning and pleading loudly. His body would 
often twitch from time to time also. These twitches 
would just serve to inch the plug even deeper. 
Eventually, however, his anal ring would stretch just 
enough to let the plug through and Jay would let out a 
final series of "oh gods" or other moans then the plug 
would pop up into his ass.

The ordeal was not over yet though. Once the huge thing 
was in his ass his asshole and guts would struggle to 
expel the thing. Jay would sit there sweating and 
shaking for up to 5 minutes sometimes before his body 
would finally calm down and accept the intrusion. Jay 
hated this phase the most. It wasn't as painful as the 
initial insertion; however, the plug would be deep 
inside him at this phase and would be rubbing his clit. 
Despite the cramps and pain Jay would always get hard 
at this point. He almost always milked some cum out as 
well. Many times he would even have a prostate climax. 
Robert always teased him of course and furthered his 
embarrassment by feeding Jay the cum.

Today had been the worst so far. It was the start of 
the week and this meant an even larger plug. Jay had 
begged and pleaded with Robert when he seen the new 
plug. It was at least 2.75 inches thick. Jay had 
managed the 2.5 inch plug the week before but there is 
a huge difference between 2.5 and 2.75. At least, Jay 
knew his ass was going to be able to tell the 
difference.

But, just like the previous weeks, all it took was 
Robert commanding him to get into the swing and Jay did 
it despite his fear. And just like the previous 
stretching weeks, the plug did eventually pop up his 
ass.

"Shhhh. Shhhh. That's a good boy," Robert whispered 
down to Jay as the plug finally popped up the boy's 
ass.

Jay looked up at Robert in both shock, fear and pain as 
the fist size plug popped in. Robert just kept 
whispering softly to him as he gently rubbed the boy's 
quivering stomach and ass cheeks.

"Your doing good Jay," Robert said as the boy finally 
calmed down some. "Just a few more weeks and your ass 
training will be almost over."

13.

It was just three days after Jay had taken the 2.75 
inch plug up his ass that it finally happened. Robert 
had taken Jay on a nice ride through the city hitting 
every pot hole and speed bump that he could find. Jay 
was poised over the 3 inch wide dildo like normal. And 
like normal he was grunting and groaning every time a 
bump jabbed the huge fucker against his hole. However, 
unlike normal, on one of the bumps the head of the 
dildo actually popped up Jay's ass.

Jay grunted and immediately lifted himself off it. Jay 
prayed that Robert hadn't noticed. He also tightened 
his asshole the best he could to prevent it from 
happening again during the ride. Jay wished he could 
turn his head briefly to see if Robert had noticed or 
not. He knew better though. Had Jay actually looked 
back he would have seen Robert smiling back at him in 
the rear view mirror. Robert had indeed seen what had 
happened.

"It's time," Robert thought to himself.

The remainder of that day seemed no different to Jay 
than any other. The next day, however, most definitely 
was. 

"Heel!" Robert yelled in the garage.

This was Jay's signal that the garage door was now 
closed and he could get out of the van. It was a 
routine he knew like the back of his hand. While Robert 
closed the garage door Jay was to always continue 
facing the back of the van wall and keep the huge dildo 
poking at his hole until he heard the command. Once he 
heard it, however, he only had seconds to get from that 
position to the door leading into the house. Robert's 
crappy old van didn't help much either. Jay had been 
late making it to Robert on many occasions because the 
sliding side door would not click shut on the first or 
second try. Even though it wasn't his fault, Jay still 
got punishments for this delay.

On this day, however, he had gotten lucky and the door 
shut on the first try. As normal Robert was standing at 
the door holding Jay's leash. Jay ran up and stood next 
to him. He was always allowed to stand while in the 
garage. The floor was littered with junk ranging from 
car parts to bolts and such. There of course were also 
patches of oil everywhere. While the bolts and junk 
would have torn up his knees, Jay suspected that Robert 
was more concerned with getting blood and oil all over 
his house than Jay's well being. The bottoms of Jay's 
feet of course would get small cuts from time to time, 
but the bleeding would often be stopped by the time he 
was allowed to stand anywhere in the house.

The leash clicked onto Jay's collar and Robert opened 
the door and gave the standard tug which meant Jay was 
to get down on his hands and knees and start crawling 
through the house. Robert didn't need to say where they 
were headed. Jay still had 3 more days left to "stretch 
week" which meant they were going to travel through the 
living room, up the stairs, down the hall and into the 
bathroom. Jay no longer even needed to worry about what 
whip or paddle to select for the trip. Robert now 
rotated them from day to day. Today was paddle day.

Jay used to love the paddle over the whip for the 
stairs, however, he wasn't so sure these days. Jay's 
asshole seemed to be sore almost all the time lately. 
However, it was always especially so during stretch 
weeks. The whip stung like hell but at least it wasn't 
banging his plug like the paddle often did. The plug 
Jay now wore on a daily basis was a good 2.25 inches. 
This was small in comparison to what got stuck up his 
ass during recent stretch weeks. However, wear 
something like that for 12 or so hours a day and your 
hole really begins to feel it. Now, imagine smacking it 
with a heavy paddle a few times and you start to get 
the picture.

As normal, Jay let out several loud grunts as they 
began their trip through the house. The first few hits 
with the paddle always seemed to hurt the most. By the 
end of their visit his ass would always be one huge 
bright red circle. Robert wasn't that smart of a man, 
however, he did know how to use a paddle. He could 
light the boy's ass on fire for hours on end yet leave 
very few if any bruises. 

As they got half way through the living room Jay 
noticed something out of the ordinary. There was no 
dildo attached to his bouncy chair. In fact, the chair 
wasn't even in the center of the room like usual. It 
was off to the side against one of the walls. Jay 
wasn't sure exactly how he felt about this change. It 
was a strong indicator that he wouldn't be riding the 
chair, yet, it also meant that something out of the 
ordinary was probably going to happen. And in Robert's 
house, something out of the ordinary was normally not a 
good thing.

Jay wasn't sure if he was supposed to continue crawling 
toward the bathroom or not. Robert didn't command 
otherwise so Jay continued his journey. The setup in 
the bathroom seemed almost the same as any other 
stretch week. The enema bag and hose were waiting. The 
swing and the dildo wall mount were in place as well. 
However, there was no plug on the wall mount like 
normal.

Jay knew something was definitely up. But surprisingly, 
Robert did the enema like normal and even strapped him 
into the swing. Jay's eyes got big, however, when he 
seen Robert approach him with a new device.

"It's a cock gag," Robert informed him.

Robert held it above him so Jay could get a good look 
at it. It was all black with leather straps. The gag 
itself didn't look like a cock though. It looked kind 
of like a mix between some kind of large infant 
pacifier and an odd shaped butt plug.

"I promised I wouldn't put anything in your mouth while 
you were in the swing without first giving you 
warning," Robert said. "So, if you don't want me to use 
this on you then just let me know. I promise I won't 
punish you if you say 'no'."

Jay of course didn't want to wear it. However, while 
the thing was big it didn't look overly so. And even 
though he wouldn't get punished for saying 'no', Jay 
was smart enough to realize his day might be a little 
easier if he said 'yes'. So, he did.

"I'm proud of you Jay," Robert said as he strapped the 
thing on the boy. "A month ago I'm sure you would have 
said 'no' to this. You have come a long way. I think as 
a treat I will spank you with my hand instead of the 
paddle for the rest of the day."

Jay was smiling from ear to ear when he heard this. At 
least he would have been if his mouth wasn't stuffed 
full of the gag. Instead, he tried to mumble 'thank you 
sir'. It of course came out as just one long muffled 
moan.

"Oops. I forgot to mount the plug didn't I," Robert 
said after the gag was tightened into place.

Jay let out a quick grunt when he felt the 2.25 inch 
plug pulled out of his ass. Jay knew he was going to 
need all his strength, so he rested his head the best 
he could as Robert walked out of the bathroom to go 
fetch the much larger plug for the wall mount. Jay 
immediately started protesting through the gag when he 
seen Robert walk back. Robert was carrying the wrong 
plug. Instead of the 2.75 incher he had the 3 inch one. 
Jay struggled to point out the error Robert had made 
but nothing but load muffles could be heard in the 
room.

Surely Robert knew he was not due for the 3-inch plug 
yet. Jay didn't expect to see this plug for at least 
another week and a half; possibly even later than that 
considering how tight the 2.75-inch fit was. Hell, they 
didn't even look the same. Sure, they were the same 
shape but this plug was red and not black like all the 
others. On top of that, it looked to be made out of 
some kind of leather instead of the rubbery silicone 
stuff the others were.

After a moment Jay let out a long moan of defeat as it 
dawned on him that Robert couldn't have made a mistake. 
Jay had never known Robert to make a mistake, let alone 
one as vast as this one.

"That's it, calm down," Robert whispered as he finished 
attaching the plug to the wall mount. "I seen the head 
of that dildo pop into your ass yesterday. If you can 
take that then you can take this."

Jay let out yet another grunt as Robert adjusted the 
wall bar to the proper length and then released Jay's 
weight onto the end of the plug. This plug felt much 
different than the prior ones. It wasn't just the size 
of it, however. It was also the texture of it. Jay had 
seen this plug up close before and unlike the rubberish 
ones, this one was not perfectly smooth. It looked 
smooth and even felt rather smooth to the finger. 
However, he was now finding out that the fine texture 
of the leather could easily be felt on his sensitive 
asshole.

The texture didn't hurt. It was hard to explain how it 
felt. The ultra fine ridges and bumps seemed to be 
rubbing his hole ever so tenderly as it moved inward 
and out. It sent little shivers of excitement through 
his body... kind of like the plug was scratching an 
itch he didn't even know he had. He of course didn't 
want the whole thing to go inside him, however, the 
more it moved in or out of his hole the more he wanted 
it to move even more.

"God that would feel good rubbing against my clit," Jay 
thought. He didn't want to think it, but the thought 
just kept shooting into his mind as that plug rubbed 
back and forth in his hole. It wasn't long and this was 
all he could think about. Jay's face turned red with 
embarrassment as he realized he now actually wanted 
this huge plug up his ass. He knew it would hurt like 
hell as it popped in, but he just knew it would be 
heaven with that thing rubbing up against his clit. His 
cock was milking already just at the thought of it.

Within a couple minutes Jay was actually trying to rut 
against the thing to get it inside himself. Robert knew 
the plug would have this effect on Jay. It had this 
effect on all his prior slaves as well. You can't just 
introduce it to a slave on his first day of ass 
training though. The boy would literally rip himself 
apart trying to fit the thing into his untrained ass. 
Jay was well trained though and ready.

"Mmmmph. Mmmmph! MMMMPH!," Jay moaned through his gag 
as the huge plug finally popped up his ass.

His internal muscles revolted against the huge 
intrusion and the plug almost immediately popped back 
out. The spasms were so strong that Jay slid all the 
way back up to the tip of the plug again.
"Mmmmmm..." Jay let out one long moan as he slowly slid 
back down the length of the plug.

"MMMMPH!," Jay moaned loud again as the plug popped 
back in. Not only did it stay in this time but Jay had 
a prostate orgasm. Jay was looking down his body when 
it happened. The cum came flying out of the end of his 
cock before he even realized he was cumming. Jay 
normally only shot about as high as his chest but today 
the first pulse flew all the way over his head. The 
next two pulses of cum hit him right in the face and 
the rest hit his chest and stomach. The experience was 
so intense that his vision blurred for several seconds 
until he finally recovered.

"That's a good boy," Robert whispered to him as he 
removed Jay's gag. Robert said it over and over again 
as he fed the cum to Jay.

"Thank you sir," was all that Jay could find the energy 
to say. A tear of shame fell from his eyes as he 
realized that he might have actually meant it.
Once the cum was all gone, Robert put the gag back in 
place and left Jay in the seat for another 30 minutes. 
Jay's body continued to spasm on and off but by the end 
of the 30 minutes his muscles had finally accepted 
defeat.

After the half hour was up Robert turned the shower on 
briefly. He did this not only to wash off all the sweat 
but also to help bring Jay back to the present. The 
whole ordeal had drained a lot out of Jay and Robert 
wanted him wide-awake for the rest of the visit. 

As Jay became fully aware of his surroundings again he 
gave Robert a puzzled look. Robert was attaching 
something to Jay's waist. It was some kind of belt with 
a bunch of straps on it. It didn't take long for him to 
discover what it was for. He watched as Robert 
unfastened the plug from the wall mount. Then, Robert 
ran the straps from the belt between his legs and over 
the bottom of the plug that was still up his ass. 
Apparently, the belt device was meant to hold the plug 
in place. Which is exactly what it did once the straps 
were tightened.

Robert then proceeded to untie Jay from the swing. 
Robert let him lay there in the swing for another 
couple minutes before he finally helped him down. 
Robert put Jay in his standard hands and knees 
position. It was then that it dawned on Jay that Robert 
was going to make him crawl through the house with the 
3-inch plug up his ass. Jay wasn't sure how he felt 
about this. Part of him didn't care one way or the 
other since his ass seemed to have become a bit numb. 
However, another part of him was in great fear that 
Robert planned to make him wear the fist size plug home 
or something. Jay wasn't sure if he could survive 
wearing the plug 12 hours a day every day like he did 
the much smaller one.

"Don't worry," Robert said as he read Jay's face. "We 
are just going for a walk down the hall to the bedroom. 
Then we will think about taking it out."
"Mmmph," Jay moaned when he started to crawl. Each step 
shifted his body and slid the plug inside him ever so 
slightly. His ass apparently was not as numb as he had 
thought. Each small slide of the plug made his dick 
lurch as the plug's texture sent those wonderful sparks 
through his system.

Robert smiled to himself as he watched the boy's dick 
leak a trail down the hall. He didn't want to push Jay 
back to the brink of unconsciousness so Robert made 
sure his hand didn't hit the plug too often as he 
spanked him.

Once in the bedroom Robert removed his own cloths and 
then laid down on the bed.
"Heel," Robert said. Once in the house, this command 
meant Jay was to get between Robert's legs and start 
jacking him off and sucking his cock. Jay got up as 
quick as he could and started jacking Robert off. He 
almost removed the gag so he could suck on the cock but 
thought it best not too. If Robert wanted him to remove 
the gag then he would have been ordered to do so. 
Besides, as long as he had the gag in his mouth he 
couldn't be made to eat Robert's huge load.

Jay had never performed this act while in Robert's bed. 
In fact, it had been ages since he had even been in 
Robert's bedroom. While in Robert's house it almost 
always was in the living room or bathroom. And during 
those times he was almost always on his knees. With 
Robert laying down at the same level as himself he 
wasn't sure how he should be positioned. At first he 
tried laying down also but that didn't work because he 
couldn't keep his face near the cock head like he was 
required to do. Or at least he assumed he was still 
required to do this despite having the gag in. So, 
instead he got on his knees and leaned over Robert's 
left side. He put his upper body weight onto his left 
elbow between Robert's legs and that allowed his left 
hand free to play with Robert's balls while his right 
hand jacked off the dick. The position also put his 
face right against the end of the cock.

He wasn't sure what was expected of him in regards to 
his face since his mouth was not free. So, he decided 
to just rub the end of the cock against his face as he 
jacked it off. Robert's cock, as usual, was leaking 
vast amounts of pre-cum. It wasn't long before Jay's 
face was soaked with the stuff. Jay could tell that 
Robert was getting close to cumming. However, Robert 
suddenly stopped him from completing his task.

Instead, Robert pulled the boy up along side himself. 
He positioned Jay into a spoon position and slid up 
behind him. As he did he raised one of Jay's legs up so 
that his own cock would slide between the boys' legs. 
Jay was kind of familiar with this position. It was 
very similar to when Robert would sit in his lazy-boy 
chair and have Jay sit in is lap. 

"You want me to take this big plug out of you?" Robert 
asked.
Jay quickly nodded his head up and down and moaned a 
"yes" through the gag.
Robert removed the straps and then the belt. He then 
grabbed the bottom of the plug and started shaking it 
back and forth ever so lightly as he pulled on it.
"Mmmm," Jay moaned as the plug popped free of his ass.

The plug had no more left his ass when Jay felt 
Robert's fingers enter. Jay could tell that Robert had 
some kind of lubricant on his fingers. Jay hadn't 
noticed him get any but most likely it was Crisco. That 
was what Robert almost always had him use on the 
dildos. Jay could tell that Robert had 4 fingers up his 
ass already. It stretched him just as much as the plug 
had. He kind of wished now that he had said 'no' 
earlier and kept the plug instead. At least the plug 
was not as rough as Robert's fingers.

The fingers, however, immediately disappeared... almost 
as though Robert had read his mind. A second later Jay 
felt something smooth push against his hole.
"Give me an 'O'," Robert commanded.

Jay quickly loosened his asshole so it formed a nice 
size 'O'. The smooth object against his hole was 
clearly the end of Robert's cock.
"This won't be so bad. He just plans to shoot his load 
up my ass," Jay thought.
"Mmmph," Jay moaned as Robert pushed the cock against 
his hole a bit harder than normal.

"MMMMPH!" he then protested as he felt Robert push even 
harder.
"Oh my god, he's trying to stick it up my ass," Jay 
panicked as his hands went back to try to push Robert 
away from him.

Robert of course had expected this and already had a 
strong grip on the boy.
"Shhhh. Your pussy is ready now. You can handle it," 
Robert whispered to him.
Right when he felt the pain was about to become 
unbearable, the head of the cock popped inside him. The 
pain was still there but Jay could already feel it 
starting to subside a little.

"My cock is up your ass Jay," Robert whispered to him. 
"Smile Jay, this is the moment you have been dreaming 
about ever since you first seen my cock. Now we just 
have about 10 more inches to go. How about we finish 
breaking that cherry?"
Jay sobbed as Robert slowly slid the cock up his ass. 
He cried not just because of the pain but more because 
of the fact that a real cock was going up his ass.
"I'm being ass fucked. He's actually fucking my ass," 
Jay repeated over and over in his mind.

To add to his shame, Jay's dick started leaking pre-cum 
as Robert's over-sized dick reached and then started 
sliding past his clit. Jay had taken large dildos this 
deep before... but Robert's dick was three fucking 
inches thick. Jay was amazed it didn't cause a ton of 
pain once it reached that deep inside him. There was 
some pain of course, but nothing compared to what he 
would have thought.
Robert only managed to get about half his dick up the 
boy's ass that night, but it was a good start.

"Ready for your pony ride?" Robert whispered to Jay.
Robert then rolled over on top of Jay and pulled up on 
the boy's waist until they were in a doggy position.

"Mmmm," Jay moaned again as Robert slowly slid out.

Robert only got part way out when he reversed 
directions and slid half his dick back up Jay's ass. He 
then started repeating the process. He started going a 
little faster each time until finally he was up to a 
reasonable speed. Jay's ass and leg muscles were 
twitching from the overload to his senses.

Robert maintained a steady pace until he got the signal 
he was waiting for. Looking at the mirror beside the 
bed Robert seen Jay's cock begin to milk. It was now 
time for Jay's ass training final exam.

In the past, whenever his cock would start to milk, Jay 
would always go into his own little dream world. Today 
was no different. However, as he started to slip into 
that dream Robert stopped his thrusts up the boys ass 
and Jay was propelled back to the present. Jay's eyes 
opened back up as he wondered what Robert was planning. 
Seconds went by and still Robert just stood still with 
his cock part way up Jay's ass.

"Why doesn't he fuck my ass," Jay wondered.

Jay had no more than thought it when he felt the cock 
move an inch deeper into his ass. Then another inch 
slid in. Then another. Jay moaned in defeat as he 
realized that it wasn't Robert pushing the cock up his 
ass. It was himself pushing back on the cock trying to 
get it deeper inside himself in order to rub his clit 
some more. He wanted to stop, he really did. But he 
couldn't. He needed his clit rubbed too badly.

Robert smiled down at Jay as he seen the boy starting 
to rut against his cock. He watched as Jay finally gave 
in completely and grabbed the bed frame for leverage. 
Jay then used that leverage to start pounding his ass 
onto the cock.

"That's it, fuck that ass onto my dick you faggot," 
Robert said. "I think my dick and your pussy are going 
to become very good friends in the months to come."

Jay was beyond caring though. He heard Robert speaking 
but was in such a fog that he couldn't make any of it 
out. He just kept pushing and pulling that dick across 
his clit. The bed was now shaking back and forth as Jay 
put all his strength into it. Back and forth. Back and 
forth. It lasted for several minutes before Jay finally 
tensed up and shot a load of cum all over the bed under 
him.

Jay quickly stopped his movement and started to cry 
even harder as he realized what he had just done in the 
heat of his passion.

"Shhh... it's okay," Robert comforted him as he removed 
Jay's gag. Robert then tossed the gag to the side and 
slid about three feet back on the bed pulling Jay along 
with him.

"You know what to do," Robert said to him.

Jay was confused at the comment until he looked down 
and seen his cum all over the bed sheets directly below 
his face. His face turned red with shame as he leaned 
down and started sucking it off the sheet. At the same 
time Robert began pumping his cock back up the boys 
ass. It only took about a minute for Robert to reach 
climax. Jay let out a moan of sorrow as Robert pushed 
his dick half way up him and filled him with cum. He 
could feel the huge load sloshing around deeper inside 
him than it had ever been before.

After a minute Robert pulled out and then laid back 
down with Jay in the spoon position.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you Jay. I spoke with your dad 
and he said it was okay for you to spend the night."

Jay's tears started anew as he realized Robert would 
probably be using his ass several more times before 
morning came. And then probably several times after 
that during the following day.

"I'm not gay," Jay mumbled to himself as exhaustion 
from the day's events pushed him into a deep sleep.

(To be continued)

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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