Training Chris And Mark Ch 04

When I saw two hot young guys following Blake through the bar earlier that night, I figured they were probably hustlers. If having one of them was in the offing, I wanted the blond. Now, after putting him through some intense humiliation and obedience conditioning as we drove around L.A., once confident, straight 24-year-old Chris was naked on all fours in the submissive presentation position I preferred, holding the head of my cock between his lips.

"Speak up, Chris. Remember, I already said I don't mind you talking with your mouth full," I encouraged. "You'll have to get used to doing that because you and I are going to spend a lot of time together, and your mouth will be full during much of it."

"Yesshh, Ssshurrr," The until now mouth virgin mumbled, allowing a little more drool to leak from around my thick shaft at the corners of his lips, "Ayee, mm ur bithh, Ssshur."

"Yes, you are. That was great! That was really great, Chris! I knew when I asked earlier if you were my bitch, and you got so riled up and claimed you weren't that you were just saying that out of habit because, being a straight guy, you thought you should."

As I was complimenting Chris on his improved diction and acceptance of his bitch status, Ron arrived with the drinks I requested. After handing me my vodka and tonic, he placed the two beers on a small table beside my chair and, his task completed, stood with his hands behind his back, awaiting further instructions. I told him to pick up my jeans and hand me the folded currency he would find in the front right pocket.

Ron, my boy and partner for over four years, and I met when he was nineteen and hustling. I had not trained another hustler since then. But I had taught him, so he knew what was coming. As hard as he tried to hide it, I couldn't help but notice the hint of a smile on his face. Ronnie was enjoying this.

Smiling down at Chris, who was still obediently looking up at me as he maintained the back-arched, ass-up presentation position with my hard cock gripped by his lips, I ordered him into at least ten minutes earlier, I reached out with my right hand and began to caress the top and back of his head affectionately.

"Ready to start earning, Bonerboy?" His hard uncut cock snapping its fully displayed leaking head up against his belly was answer enough, but I thought I'd ask.

"Yeshh, Sshurr," His eyes were locked on mine, and his body was so perfectly still in its submission that he appeared almost statuesque.

I peeled a $50 bill off the top of the folded stack of cash in my hand and let it hang before his eyes.

"I'm going to feed you just the big head and a couple inches of cock. When you feel that big cockhead and shaft in your mouth, I want you to show me how you tongue-tease a woman's clit."

The moment of decision. Have I taken Chris far enough down the road to complete submission?

Lightly, hesitantly at first, then with a bit more pressure, I begin to feel the unmistakably delightful, uniquely pleasurable sensation that only the velvety sandpaperish surface of a moist, slavish tongue can provide.

I let the $50 bill drop from my fingers and float to the deck. Chris's eyes leave mine for a second to follow the money but instantly lift back up where they belong.

"The minute I saw you in the bar, I knew you had a talented mouth. Now show me how talented your mouth really is," I directed, my voice sounding as if I was complimenting the straight man now nursing on my dick on his new but excellent cocksucking skills.

"But before you do that, would you like a little more cock? It looks to me like you would," I ask almost in a whisper as I peel another $50 off the cash in my hand and dangle it in the air.

"Support yourself on your right hand and start masturbating with your left. That was the one you were using in the Bronco," I directed and sat back, holding the fifty, waiting while Chris complied.

He looked so fucking hot on his knees, supported by one extended hand, looking up into my eyes, obediently jerking his dick with my cock in his mouth.

"Now say, Please feed me more cock, Sir, and let me know you really mean it, slut." No reason to pretend anymore.

"Pawees, Surr, feed mee mrrr caahck!"

That was always my favorite moment. I didn't care if he was straight or gay for pay, three hours earlier, the naked, masturbating guy on all fours holding my cock in his mouth who just begged me to feed him more dick had been in a bar trolling for pussy.

"Damn, Chris, I really am impressed. You really do want to earn," I rubbed a hand briskly over the top of his head as my masturbating boy drooled all over my cock. The second $50 floated gently down to the deck.

I allow Chris to plunge his mouth up and down on my cock for a few minutes, enjoying the sight of him beating his meat while he serviced me as he had no man before. When I felt his role as cocksucker was firmly enough embedded in his circuitry, I shifted him back to my last command.

"Before you fell in love with my cock, I think you were about to show me how you lick and tongue tickle a woman's clit. Open your talented mouth real wide and show me," I said, wrapping my fingers around the base of my hard, thick, eight-inch cock and holding it up before his spit-and-precum-wet face.

For the next ten minutes, Chris lavished me with a display of his cunt eating prowess as he licked, tickled, sucked on, lapped at, and vibrated my hard leaking cock with his tongue and lips. I love edging, and Chris kept me there the entire time.

While Bonerboy Chris earned and learned, I motioned for Ron to strip and stand beside me. I whispered into Ron's ear, explaining what I had in mind. Startled that I would allow such a thing, he turned to face me but quickly remembered himself. My smile and the quick kiss on his cheek explained set him at ease. A moment later, without a word, I abruptly moved away from Bonerboy's flicking tongue, and Ron took my place.

I moved to the table, but before sitting, I handed Ron the two beer bottles he had placed on there, saying, "You may want these."

I was rewarded with a knowing smile.

Establishing ownership of Chris, Ron instructed the obviously confused but still in-position new cocksucker, "You may relax and sit back on your heels."

Relieved, Bonerboy immediately obeyed. Ron and I knew the novice sub was experiencing gratitude for maybe being under the control of a guy his age, someone like him. That hope would soon be dashed.

"Are you thirsty, boy?" Further establishing ownership, Ron expressed concern for Bonerboy's welfare. "Would you like a beer?"

"Yeah, thanks," Chris almost smiled as he replied.

Ron and I smiled as we exchanged glances.

"Okay, that's cool, but you have to ask properly. Sir taught you how to do that, and this time, there isn't even a cock in your mouth," Ron said.

"Jeez, man...okay, please, Sir, can I have a beer?"

Technically correct, but hardly with the right amount of respect or feeling.

A discreet side-to-side shake of my head just in case Ron was tempted to be less demanding or forceful than I would be. I had no need to worry.

I was surprised when Ron squatted down so he and Chris were looking into each other's eyes, reached out with his right hand, and brushing Chris's still fist-gripped cock aside, wrapped his fingers around Bonerboy's nutsack, gripped him by his balls, twisted Chris's sack and yanked down hard.

Chris's scream silenced the night creatures. His muscular reaction was to jerk away. Ron had already placed the two beer bottles on the deck and was prepared. His other hand instantly gripped Chris by his hair and held him still while he mauled his testicles.

I listened, amused by Chris's grunts and yelps, as he knelt a few feet away, his right hand reaching up, gripping Ron's left forearm near the wrist, trying desperately to relieve the pain in his scalp, his left hand gripping Ron's right forearm in a vain attempt to stop the pain in his balls. Undisturbed by Bonerboy's anguish, Ron calmly explained to the older, formerly straight guy the folly of disobeying or fucking with him further.

A few minutes later, Chris was sitting back on his heels again, stroking his always-hard cock, his handsome spit and precum slick face tilted up. The head of Ron's hefty cock rested on his lower lip just inside his wide-open mouth. As ordered, Chris was looking up into Ron's eyes as my boy slowly poured a steady stream of beer down onto the base of his thick dick where his bush once grew. Fearing the spanking Ron promised, Chris did his best not to spill a drop.

I was pleased. Knowing what would happen once the beer bottle emptied, I left the boys. Chris was in Ron's hands now.

Walking around the pool to the house, my thoughts drifted back to the day I met Ron and how I tested him the way he was about to test Chris. I tested Ron to see if he was the boy I hoped to find one day. Ron would test Chris to see if we should consider having him join us. That would be a decision Ron and I would make jointly. If we agreed, Ron would become Prime and need to be able to top and control Bonerboy.

Racking balls on the pool table in my game room, I watched through the window wall as Ron began talking to Chris, now crouching on all fours again. Moving to one of my home's Smart Security panels, I switched on the pool's video and sound system, including its mics. I already knew what Ron was saying, if not word for word, the gist. He was beginning the test. I wanted to see and hear how Chris reacted.

When he finished speaking, Ron began to slowly back up. I smiled when Chris, back on all fours, back tightly arched with ass thrust up high in the air, chest, and shoulders held high on fully-extended arms, face up and mouth stuffed, crawled after him, desperately trying not to let his mouth drop the cock. I could see, but just to be sure, I used a remote to zoom in a poolside camera. Even this humiliation did not cause Bonerboy's always hard cock to soften.

For five minutes, the two handsome, nearly perfectly built, naked young men, one my partner and committed submissive for the first time performing as dominant, the other a newly met straight man who might soon become my submissive, moved about in a D/s ballet.

Eventually, Ron brought them to a stop between two granite boulders on the far side of the pool with his back to the house and the lights of Los Angeles stretching out into the distance behind Christopher.

Watching the 72-inch screen mounted on the game room wall, took a sip of my drink as Ron reached down and put his hand in Chris's hair, using it to guide his cocksucker's mouth slowly up the length of his shaft. I smiled approvingly as Chris looked into Ron's eyes and tilted his head back. He never allowed his eyes to waver from those of the Boy Master controlling him as his throat was fucked.

"Tighten that back and keep your pretty ass up in the air where it belongs slut."

Good boy, Ron! I thought, almost laughing out loud when I heard that come out of the speakers. I was indeed impressed. He repeated my admonishment to him four years ago in my D.C. condo word for word., even with my tone and inflection.

With his eyes on Ron's, Chris licked up and down the underside of his Boy Master's cock, and then, while Ron held him by his ears, he took Ron's cock deep into his throat. Coughing, gagging, spitting drool and prcum out the corners of his lips, Chris eventually slid the entire length of my boy's cock down his virgin throat. Although tears were running down his cheeks, Chris never broke eye contact.

"Good boy," Ron groaned as he used a hand to pump Chris's pussy eating mouth up and down on his thick cock. In response, Chris started to move faster, his face rocking back and forth, forcing Ron's cock in and out of his throat.

I could tell Ron was getting close. This was the crucial time.

I zoomed in a cam just in time to watch Ron pull his cock out of Chris's drooling, sucking mouth and hear him order the groveling guy to again tighten his position. With Chris perfectly posed, Ron stood before him, stroking his cock in front of his face, and gave him the order.

"Listen up, cocksucker, if you disobey, you'll leave here penniless, and you will never come back. Do you understand?" Ron asked, looking down into Chris's eyes.

"Yes, Sir!" No hesitation or doubt at all this time.

"You will stick your tongue out and cup it like a spoon. I'm going to shoot my load into that spoon. You're going to stay exactly as you are on your hands and knees with your muscular back arched tightly, your virgin ass shoved up high in the air where it should be, and with my load cooling on your outstretched tongue until I tell you to crawl to me and show me you've been a good boy. Do you understand?"

Perfect, Ron had performed his task better than I could have expected.

It was only a few minutes before I could see Ron was about to let loose. Chris almost looked hungry for it with a desperate look in his eyes, his mouth wide open and his tongue shoved so far out it almost looked painful.

As Ron's fist stroked his long, thick cock, the tip and underside of its big leaking head kept slapping Chris's lips and the tip and first inch or two of his outstretched licker. Prevented from stroking his own cock by his all-fours position, Bonerboy's hard, profusely leaking penis snapped repeatedly up against his tummy splashing precum all over his flesh and the floor.

"Okay, baby, feeding time. Get that sweet tongue shaped right to catch all your man's cum," Ron almost crooned as he smiled down at Chris and lowered his cock, pointing it directly at his sub's waiting tongue.

I smiled as Christ immediately obeyed, clearly straining to form his tongue into a trough.

And then Ron's fist began to fly up and down his cock for just a few seconds before the first long, thick white ribbon of jizz blasted out of the slit at the tip of his cock and flew the length of Chris's tongue, landing on it, and hitting somewhere back near the entrance to his throat. A second equally thick and long ribbon followed immediately, landing on and beside the first on Chris's tongue. Another smaller wad shot straight down onto the outstretched tongue, pooling on top of the already cooling cum. Three more smaller wads followed.

"That was good. I bet women enjoy your tongue," Ron said, complimenting Chris on his oral abilities as he tousled his hair. "Be sure not to move a muscle or drop or swallow any of my cum until I or Sir allows you to. "

That said, Ron dropped another $50 on the deck in front of Chris where it would be impossible for him to avoid seeing it, and walked away to join me.

We began to play pool, always keeping an eye on the wall display where split-screen shots of Chris showed an extreme close-up of his face and cum covered extended tongue, and views of him from the front, side, and rear.