Training Chris and Mar

Bonerboy Chris Discovers Himself and Gets His Cage

I zoomed in on a cam just in time to watch as Ron stood stroking his cock in front of Chris's face and ordered him to extend his tongue and curve it into a trough.

"I'm going to shoot my load into that spoon. You're going to stay as you are with my load pooled on your outstretched tongue until Sir or I allow you to move," Ron told Chris.

I smiled when Ron warned Chris that he would leave without money and never return if he disobeyed. Chris's immediate, almost shouted response, "Yes, Sir!" was a far cry from his mindset earlier that evening.

It didn't take long before the first long, thick white ribbon of jizz blasted out of the slit at the tip of Ron's dick, flying over Chris's tongue and landing on its curved surface and near the entrance to his throat. A second equally long, thick ribbon followed, landing on and beside the first. Another slightly smaller wad shot straight down onto the outstretched tongue, pooling on top of the waiting jizz. More cum followed.

"I bet women enjoy your tongue," Ron said, smiling as he tousled Chris's hair. "I know I did. Be sure not to move a muscle, or drop or swallow my load until Sir or me allows you to. I'll really enjoy spanking your fine ass if you do."

With that, 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 inside. As we shot a game of pool, we were sure to keep an eye on the wall-mounted display where split-screens showed an extreme close-up of Chris's wide open mouth and cum covered tongue and views of him from the front, side, and rear.

I waited a few minutes until I was satisfied that the former straight boy and would-be hustler was now thoroughly subdued, and then as I lined up a shot, casually but loudly enough for the room's embedded microphones to pick up, said, "Christopher, please crawl around, pick up all my money and crawl in here to me with it. Be careful not to spill or swallow Ron's cum."

It took Chris, crouched on all fours beyond the pool between the two talking boulders, a few seconds to realize the big rocks were artificial with embedded speakers and begin to obey my instructions. A few minutes later, the naked, handsome twenty-four-year-old was before me, supported on one hand and offering me my money with the other with his muscular ass thrust up in the air and his cum-covered tongue out, awaiting my command.

I took the money and thanked him with a smile. "Thank you for collecting this for me. I knew that now that you and I have really gotten to know each other, you wouldn't want me to think a boy like you is a common prostitute, would you, Christopher?"

A moment of confusion and hesitation in my new submissive's eyes as his mind wrestled with that, then as firmly as an open mouth and extended tongue would allow, "Noo Schurr."

"Chris, when a man, I or Ron, or someone else, cums on your tongue the way Ron has just now, you are never to swallow or spill any of the cum until you are given permission. I know you understand that now. You have proved that you do. You may swallow."

"Thank you, Sir!" Tongue free and mouth empty now, said loudly and clearly. I don't think I ever saw anyone swallow cold cum faster or more gratefully.

Ron and I had trained his mouth. Now that Chris had accepted his status as bitchboy I would hone his talents. I didn't intend to take his cherry until I also took his roommate Mark's, with them on all fours side by side. I looked forward to Chris bringing Mark over soon. When I met them earlier that evening, I instinctively knew that Mark was the alpha of the two. It would do Chris good to hear Mark whimpering and begging to be fucked harder.

I began by having Chris sit back on his heels and look up at me. I told him to stroke his cock and think back to the best head any woman had ever given him. When his fist began to really pump up and down his dick, I had him start telling me about that blowjob. As he began to talk, I pressed the head of my cock to his lips and said that instead of telling me, he should stroke his dick and show me exactly how she sucked his cock.

I talked to Chris while he sucked on my hard cock, encouraging him. Then as his mouth moved up and down over the head and the first couple of inches of my dick, I told him to show me how he wished she would have sucked his cock, how she should have sucked his cock. At first, nothing happened. His mouth just kept moving loosely up and down on the top of my dick.

Then when I said, "Go on, boy, show me how that bitch should have sucked your cock if she loved it," Chris gave up the ghost of resistance.

The soft, barely audible guttural moan that rose up from deep within him was the first hint that the dam was about to burst. For the first time all evening, forgetting his commands. Chris unconsciously closed his eyes, and a second later, his lips tightened, the flat of his tongue pressed up tightly against the underside of my shaft, and began to wiggle as his mouth plunged down the length of my long thick cock.

There really are very few things like the moments following the instant a guy accepts that he is an unabashed sub and cocksucker. The effect can be overwhelming. Chris's new hunger for domination and cock was insatiable. For the next few minutes, I ceased to be the Master really and became just a cock to satisfy my new sub's need.

His eyes still closed, Chris's handsome, now saliva and precum-covered face rocked and rotated back and forth with just a little pre and spitty drool leaking from around my thick, circumcised cock at the corners of his tight lips as they slid up and down its shaft from just behind my cock's big head to my well-trimmed pubes. Occasionally, his eyes would open just a crack to look up at mine and confirm that I approved of his slavish performance, which I certainly did.

At times, I did assert control, though, gripping my new boy by his hair, yanking his head back, and pulling his sucking mouth off my cock. Then, I'd grin down into humiliated, masturbating cock-hungry Chris's wide-open eyes as I used my steel stiff shaft to fill the room with the sound of his precum and spit-wet face and outstretched tongue being cock-whipped until I decided to fuck his throat again.

Eventually, with Chris still sucking on my cock and masturbating at my feet, I asked him if he would like to cum. I told him it would cost all the money I gave him that night. I would cum in his mouth, and he could cum for me as he swallowed my load. He would then be my boy permanently. If he said no, he could keep the money. We would stop now, but he would never come back. I gave him permission to speak.

I expected that Chris would have questions. Taking a guy from where he was emotionally when we met to this in less than eight hours won't happen without him having questions. Sometimes, it takes days or even weeks of repeated visits to bring a guy along to this point. Like Ron, Chris was a natural sub waiting for someone to find him. I was just lucky. When I had answered all his questions, it was time for Chris to decide.

"What will it be, Christopher? Do you want to go home, boy? Or do you want me to use you the way you've always been meant to be used? Tell me."

Silence, then a soft, almost a moaned, "Fuck," followed by, "Use me, Sir."

With Ron looking on, I held Chris in place by his hair with his face tilted up so he could look at me while I took my time giving his virgin throat its first fucking, talking to my boy the whole time.

"Hold that mouth wide open..."

Looking into Chris's eyes, I slid my cock slowly down along the length of his tongue until the head hit the entrance to his throat. Then, smiling, I told him to swallow, and as he did, I pushed just a little harder until I felt the head of my cock pop into his gullet. I held it there. Held him there. Savored the sensation of his gag reflex kicking in and his throat muscles massaging the head and first two inches of my thick dick. I knew the natural instinct to panic was setting in.

"Breath through your nose, boy," I instructed calmly. "You can breathe through your nose. You aren't going to die. I won't let that happen. I won't let anything happen to you."

What an incredible throat, so tight and warm and wet. The gagging and straining to massage my cock with his throat muscles caused tears to run down from his eyes and mingle with the precum and saliva now dripping off Chris's firm chin.

I withdrew my cock from Chris's throat and allowed him to catch his breath, then fed him all eight inches once again. This time, his throat opened up to receive my dick as if it was welcoming an old friend. I let the head of my dick marinate deep down inside Chris's gulping, gagging, massaging gullet for a long time while he knelt at my feet, beating his meat and jerking me off with his throat.

"Gonna feed you now, boy," I told him as I began to plunge my cock up and down, in and out of Chris's now wide-open and welcoming throat. My warning caused my new boy's fist to move faster on his profusely leaking cock.

"My hot, thick load splashing against the insides of your throat will be one of the triggers that makes you cum, Chris," I told the gagging, gulping, masturbating guy at my feet as I held his head in my hands and fucked down into his drooling mouth. "Hot cum coating your throat is one of the triggers that always makes you cum."

"Get ready to show me, boy," I warned, grinning down at my now near to frantic cocksucker.

"Going to cum paint the inside of your throat, straight boy," I promised as I held his head tightly and long-dicked his throat, forcing drool to splatter out around my cock.

Then I pulled Chris's face up, ground his lips and nose into my pubes, and exploded.

I could feel the cum tube along the underside of my cock expand as, again and again, huge wades of cum blasted out and gushed into the sucking, gulping throat. My eyes closed for a second or two, and when they opened, I was greeted by the sight of Chris shooting his own load all over the game room floor. Even as he kept sucking on my still cumming cock, more and more cum shot from his dick.

I don't know how long it was, but several minutes later, after we both had cooled down, when Chris was just looking up, nursing on my cock's big head, I asked Ron to take Chris to the bath and clean him up. Ron knew that meant not to only give him a good shower but to remove hair from his public and asshole region too.

With details attended to, I sat Chris down to learn more about him and Mark. I was particularly interested in discovering why they hustled at the bar where we met that night. It turned out to be just their twist on an old story; rent to be paid and part of the rent money spent on other stuff. I learned how much they needed and that the rent wasn't due for another two weeks. Knowing that, I told Chris not to worry; I was sure it would get paid.

When I drove my Bonerboy home to the apartment he shared with Mark in the early hours of the morning, besides not having his boxer briefs, he was smooth as a baby beneath his jeans, and his always horny penis was locked in a plastic cage.