A Journey Into Submission
Voluntary Enslavement

The Attorney

By: Dawson Spear
(© 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 13

LATER THE SAME DAY 

The three men went to the bathroom, changed their clothing to comfortable slacks and golf shirts and then returned to William.  One bent down and placed a hand on him, causing him to be startled and trying to jump up.  The fear in his eyes was easily seen.

I realized that I had been asleep and was afraid I had been doing something I was not supposed to do.  The Trainer (I have decided to capitalize the word Trainer when I am referring to the one who is conducting that part of the training to differentiate him from the other two) put his hand on me in a gentle assuring manner, saying, “It is alright, slave.  I want you to stand and stretch.”

I did so and stood waiting for my next instruction.  I felt relaxed, cleansed, and excited.  The past several hours were a blur; not pleasant but dim and in the past.

“Slave, next in your training process you will be taught to be a proper slave; a slave that is integrated into society without being outed.  In other words you will carry on as if you were not a slave, but a closer examination just below the surface would reveal the truth.”

“First, when the slave is standing like the slave is now standing it will spread its legs to shoulder width and in private put its hands behind its back, and in public with its hands clasped either behind its back or at its sides.  A slave is never to put its hands in front of its cock and balls. I hope that the slave noticed that I never used the word “your or you.”  Does the slave know why?”

“Sir, yes, Sir.”

“Why?”

“Because William no longer exists with respect to my Master.  All that William had has been assumed and consumed by the Master.  In public I am no different than my Master’s dog.”

“Well done.  Do you know the purpose of this device that was put in your mouth when you first arrived here?”

“Sir, no, Sir, other than to hold the slave’s mouth open.”

“Well, slave, I am going to reinsert it into your mouth.  Yes, it is to hold your mouth open, but the real purpose is to assist the slave in performing oral servicing of your Master’s cock.  Now I want you to lie down on this bench and let your head hang over the side.  You slave trainees, I want you to come down here and watch.”

I lay down on the bench.  The twelve slaves stood around the bench looking down at me.  The Trainer managing this part of my training stood at my feet looking down the length of the bench on which I was lying and at the twelve slaves surrounding me.  Behind them were the other two trainers.  The Trainer shoved my feet away from him causing my head to slip off the bench and to hang down in what I recall as being the position that Master used to (how quickly I have stopped thinking of him as TJ or Boss; for that matter I was concerned that one of the trainers would be able to read my mind) put me in to teach me to deep throat.  I was already fairly proficient in that service so was caught unaware as the Trainer continued his lecture.

“One of the primary purposes of this instrument is to teach and thereby assist the new slave in learning how to deep throat a cock.  However it also has a secondary purpose.  You twelve slaves, how does a slave cause its master to ejaculate when giving a blow job?”

“By creating suction around the shaft, use of the tongue, and friction from the lips.”

“That is correct.  And it being correct, then how can this instrument be used to enhance a master’s enjoyment of a blow job?”

There was no answer, and I certainly did not have one, and even if I had I could not have expressed it because with the instrument in my mouth I could not form words and my tongue was held down.  One of the trainers came through the students, dropped his drawers revealing a cock that was at least eight inches long soft with the girth larger than a golf ball.  He turned around putting one leg on either side of me and walked forward towards my head.  He inserted his cock in my mouth and just let it hang there.

 The Trainer continued, first speaking to me, “Slave if you lift or move your hands, first you will be restrained and second you will be whipped.  So far you have done well and the flogging that you received left no marks and very little bruising.  If you resist you will be beaten with a cane which will leave welts and break the skin, so beware.  Remember what your Master and Dr. Taylor said about trust.”

“Alright slaves, watch what is about to happen.  Steve (the trainer with his cock in my mouth) is going to stiffen up and you will note that when he does his cock is as big as any cock I have seen.  It is about twelve inches long which is twice the average length.  It is also as big around as any I have ever seen, bigger than a golf ball soft and as big as a tangerine when hard.  There is no way that a normal slave could open its mouth wide enough to take this cock in without scraping it with its teeth.  A master could pull the slave’s teeth which would ruin the appearance of the slave, and even if the slave could get its mouth open sufficiently to accept the cock there is no way it could hold the mouth open to service the cock.”

“So masters being the kind and considerate people that they are, had this device created.  It also helps teach the new slave in ways you have experienced.  Take my word for it when I tell you that this slave is perfectly capable of deep throating an average to large cock; however, watch what happens as Master Steve tries to gain access.”

Trainer Steve then started rubbing his cock on my tongue and against my lips.  The damn thing grew by half again and I realized he was barely able to gain access.  He pulled out, leaned down and adjusted the device creating a more severe strain on my jaws which hurt at first and then like I had experienced at the dentist office once the device was in place I was able to totally relax my jaw and I thought nothing more about it.  I did think I would ask Master to get one as it made sucking large cocks much easier.  Little did I know.

The huge thing was put back into my mouth without any problems.  It rubbed along my tongue and one of the other benefits of the device was that it restricted the slave’s ability to swallow thereby causing all of the saliva to accumulate in the slave’s mouth and in fact I found it was drooling out the corners, down my neck and onto my ears, down into my eyes, nose, across my forehead and into my eyes.  I went back to listening to what the Trainer was saying.

“Now as you can see the cock fits easily into the slave’s mouth and as it will tell you later the slave is experiencing no pain or strain in holding its mouth open or keeping its teeth off of the cock that it is sucking.  Watch as Trainer Steve continues to fuck the slave’s mouth; as you can see only about six inches of the cock can get into the slave’s mouth before the cock hits the back of the throat.  That is a problem.  As this slave can tell you he is able to get about seven-and-a-half inches of cock in his mouth and throat, with that cock being about one-third smaller than this one.”

“When this slave was being taught to deep throat at some point the master had to simply force the cock the last several inches, because the throat is made up of muscles and the only way to stretch and exercise those muscles is to do so from the inside.  This process is extremely difficult for the slave as it hurts and causes panic and fear of asphyxiation.  When you experience this process you must remember something.  Steve, pull out of the slave for a moment.  Let me talk to you for a moment about what is about to happen. When I spoke to the slave a moment ago about using its hands to try and resist, slow down, impede or deny access of the cock into its throat it was because what you are about to experience (looking directly at me) and/or watch may be shocking to you.  Afterwards you will be watching a video of another slave who is an accomplished cock sucker.”

“As we trainers have repeatedly assured you and told you we are very aware that you are here because each of you for whatever reason has decided that you wanted to voluntarily enslave yourself to your master.  Your master has and is expending large sums of money on your education, indoctrination, and modification, and the last thing that we want to do is to damage the goods much less kill you.  We have repeatedly told you that the underlying principle upon which voluntary enslavement is dependent is that the slave has absolute, unquestioned and total trust in its master.  That being said, now let me tell you a little about this slave.  His case is unusual and therefore his training schedule has been adjusted to reflect this difference in conditions, which is just further evidence of how responsible masters look after their slaves.  This slave’s body was modified some time ago, here at this facility.  In the past we have always restrained a slave as you saw this slave this morning, when the body modifications are carried out.  In this instance this slave’s master inserted his cock into the slave’s pussy and the slave rested on its master during the piercings.  The result was the slave refused any type of anesthesia which is obviously not standard protocol, but this slave accomplished this feat because of its trust of its master.  It did accept pain medication for afterwards, but it was so trusting and consumed by its master that the only anesthesia that it needed for the procedures was its master.  Now that is a slave that at least in that instance understands what is going, note I did not say attempt to accomplish, I am saying is going to be accomplished across the board.”

“Now, slave, I am telling you that when this cock goes back into your mouth it is going to cause you to choke isn’t it?  You know that from the little bit of deep throating you have learned to do haven’t you?

“Sir, yes, Sir.”

“You experienced panic, did you not?”

“Sir, yes, Sir.”

“Were you able to control your panic?”

“Sir, not very well, Sir.”
 

“And yet you have absolute trust in your master, don’t you?”

“Sir, yes, I have absolute trust in my master, Sir.

 

“Did you subsequently learn not to panic?”

“Sir, yes, I did learn with a great deal of practice and patience, Sir.”

“Did it hurt?”

“Sir, yes, it did hurt but the hurt was from the stretching of the throat and with continued practice and patience by my master, it became easier, Sir.”

 “This cock is going to go back into the slave in a moment.  At that time it will hit the back of its throat and come to a stop.  Trainer Steve will continue to push the cock in and out up to the point of resistance.  During this time you will see slime come out of the slave’s throat, pulled out by the head of the cock.  In the beginning, Trainer Steve will wipe the slime up with his finger and put it onto the cock, as this slime is nature’s lubricant for the throat pussy of a slave.  By doing this, the cock is continuously lubricated for the slave’s benefit.  You need to know that the slime looks like and has the consistency of egg whites, and when whipped it becomes white and frothy.  It does not taste bad, but you will see it flow out of the slave’s mouth, and when it does it will flow into its eyes.  Because he is going to suffer and have to bear stress we will now put gauze over its eyes to minimize the stress.  You need to know that in actual practice you will not have the luxury of the gauze as it really serves no useful purpose.  Now this slime will also flow down its chin on to its neck, into its ears.  To keep the ears from becoming clogged we will insert plugs.  Go ahead Steve and tape and plug it up.”

At this point my eyes were taped closed and my hearing was totally blocked.  I was now blind and deaf.  I had a hard time not panicking and worrying about what I was going to do with my hands simply out of reflex.  I reached out and took hold of the legs of the bench and lay there in the dark and uncertainty as to what was being said and done.

Unbeknownst to me, the Trainer continued with his educational lecture, “Now, slaves, an additional reason for the plugging of the slave’s ears is the fact that one of the aspects of this experience is the noise made by the slave’s throat as it is fucked.  As you have already experienced when too much cum is deposited into your mouth at one time occasionally some of it goes up and then is expelled from your nasal passage.  Be prepared for that to happen in a moment.  Take note that it causes no pain or damage to the slave but is enjoyable to the master.  Let me prepare you now for the fact that this slave will use its hands to try and defer, prevent or stop Trainer Steve from inserting his entire cock, head and shaft into the slave.  Note the instant and severe response and learn from it or you will suffer the same or worse fate.

“Ok, Steve, when in your discretion you have generated sufficient slime to enter into the throat go ahead and begin forcing the cock into the slave’s throat.”

I heard none of that and it probably was just as well.  The human brain is amazing as I tried to remember back less than ninety days to my experience in learning to deep throat, but I had a very hazy recollection of the matter. I did recall that after the first couple of times it had not been a bad experience.

I could sense movement and then I felt the cock drag across my lips.  It was huge and dry which upset me.  I recalled enough to know that it had to be wet and lubricated in order for this to work, while at the same time from memory I thought that Trainer Steve was half again longer than Master and more than half again larger in girth.  I tried to relax and have faith and trust in my trainers.

My name is Steve Wilcox, and I work part time as a slave trainer for Dr. Taylor.  I am a full time Para-medic fully trained and licensed and work a normal twenty-four hours on duty and forty-eight hours off.  It is perfect for my job with Dr. Taylor. As you know already I have an unusually thick and long cock; it really fits my body, as I am just a half-inch shy of six feet, thick thighs, hairy body and I am very physically fit.  The head on my cock is a little different.  The head is not pointed and in fact is blunt which causes me problems with slaves going through training.  They have to be stretched and anally broken in because of its size and the shape of its head.  I know that some of you reading this narrative think that we are full of shit but we really have never injured a slave nor caused one to be hospitalized.  Do we brutally train them?  Absolutely.  I am in charge of teaching the advanced cock sucking and deep throating classes. If this afternoon goes as I expect it to go, it will be successful but messy.  This slave is far advanced in many ways but he has been pampered and never really disciplined.  Our thought is that it will try and use its hands in which case the response will be quick and severe and after which the experience will be substantially more terrifying as well as causing further panic.  That terror, panic, pain, embarrassment, humiliation and other emotions are all designed to make the slave totally dependent upon its master.  Oh well, it’s all in a day’s work.

I felt the huge penis rub against my lips, slowly entering into my mouth, dabbing itself in my excess spittle which had gathered in my mouth and could not be swallowed with the way the device was on my tongue. I realized that Trainer Steve was wetting his cock as he took his time just pushing and pulling causing slime to come out of my throat.  I could feel it flow over my face and eyes into my hair.  It flowed out of the corner of my mouth and into my ears over the plugs and onto my neck.  Most of my discomfort at this point was due to the fact that I could not see what was happening nor could I hear anything that was being said or noise being made.

I realized that the cock was making shorter and quicker entries and exits of my throat; no longer was it leaving my mouth or really the back of my mouth.  I could feel the accumulation of liquid and a fear that I was quickly experiencing was that I was going to drown. Moments went by; it was hard to try and keep tract of the time.  I thought that an hour had gone by; I was having trouble breathing and yet I realized that the cock had not really made any entrance into my throat. My main worry at this point was keeping my hands on the legs.  Constantly the blunt head kept pushing up against my throat; more and more slime came out each time the cock was pulled into my mouth cavity.  Never did the cock leave my mouth; instead it just left my throat sufficiently so that I could breathe through my mouth because there was no way I could take in sufficient air through my nose; I was panting.  Somehow I realized that we had crossed a threshold; had I been watching instead of participating I would have realized that Trainer Steve had gathered sufficient slime and lube in my mouth and throat to move to the purpose of the exercise.

I was standing watching and hearing what William was going through.  Tom came up to me with a cup of water and a pill. “TJ take this.  He is fine.  The wires that I attached to his iron collar are keeping track of his respiration and blood pressure.  You know that he had to go through this if we are to be successful.”

Poor William.  This mammoth cock never left his mouth.  You try putting a sucker in your mouth and never being able to close your lips and yet the sucker keeps up the in and out movement.  I realized that a threshold had been reached when the trainer slowed and then stopped his progress.  I could not figure out why and then I realized that he wanted to give William sufficient time to get four or five deep breaths in before going to the next step.

Gradually the cock slowed its movement and then came to a stop.  I took advantage of the time to suck oxygen into my lungs. Subconsciously I realized that we were about to change pace; I felt Trainer Steve reach down and gently stroke my jaw and lips.  It was a soothing gesture; the calm before the storm.  When my respiration had slowed I felt the cock pick up where it had left off.

The slave had really done well so far and in fact I was surprised that it had not removed its hands.  The toughest part was still in front of us, but he was really trying and I tried to reward him for his efforts thus far and to alert him that the pace was about to pick up.  You have to remember that he could neither see nor hear anything.  Of the five senses he was deprived of sound, sight, smell and taste; his ability to experience touch was limited to his lips, and throat; you need to understand that his smell would not work because of not being able to use his nose and neither would taste as he could not swallow.  He was totally helpless, which was the secondary reason for this exercise.  We were keeping track of his vital signs on a large screen on the wall behind the twelve slaves as well as having Dr. Taylor available; no chances were being taken.

It became apparent that sufficient slime was in his mouth and on my cock to proceed and so I slowly resumed my in and out movements.  My cock reached the forward point and was stopped by his throat.  I paused, reached down and put my hands on the back of his head, lifting it up towards me as I drove my cock forward by flexing my hips.  You need to know I am only five-feet, ten-inches tall but weight 240 pounds with less than fifteen percent body fat; with his head and throat captured in my hands and with the force behind my hips I entered into him.

I knew what was coming.  Master had done the same thing but not with the same patience, deliberation and skill, but even so I had no way to prepare myself.  I lost it when I felt at least three inches of his cock go into my throat.  Thank God my stomach was empty; remember I had been given an enema when I first arrived, had cleaned out whatever was left from supper, and on some level my brain knew that the electrolytes I had been given had served two purposes:  1. To saturate my system with fluids in preparation for what I was experiencing and 2 as a massive laxative that had cleaned out breakfast.  I tried to throw up, and was afraid that when the contents of my stomach came up I would strangle; I was not given that luxury; there was nothing but slime to come up and its progress towards my windpipe was effectively blocked by the head of the cock.  When I was unable to regurgitate, my stomach continued what was effectively the dry heaves.  My hands flew off of the posts; my head tried to come up but was held in place by Trainer Steve’s hands beneath and his cock on top.  There was no way for me to turn to the right or the left even though I tried.  The total onset of panic was reflected by my attempting to raise both of my legs, still connected to the spreader bar.  While I could neither see nor hear what was going on around me I could by some sixth sense tell there was a great deal more activity than there had been.

Thankfully I had the presence to make TJ take a pill that all but knocked him unconscious and because I had kept tabs with TJ about his progress with William I had a pretty good idea what was going to happen.  I had discussed the fact with Steve, the deep throat instructor, as well as John, my slave, Jason the head trainer who was in the room with Steve, and Jim the junior trainer.  When I realized the timing of the process I left the viewing room and entered quietly into the training room with John.  That put Steve on top of William with his cock in William’s mouth, John, Jim, Jason and myself, so there were 5 of us, although Steve’s ability was limited by his being crouched over the bench, both hands behind the slave’s head and his cock sticking out of his pants.  We had worked out the plan ahead of time.  John slipped a long-tubed blub into the slave’s mouth to be sure there was no obstruction other than Steve’s cock, Jim the least experienced on his legs holding them down, John on one arm and Jason on the other.  Jason and John slipped a restraining strap around his chest and hips synching them down instantly with one pull on the strap.  In less than thirty seconds I had his vitals, his airway was checked for clearance, his legs were strapped down as were both arms. It was textbook response.  I had pushed the alarm button as I moved from the back of the student slaves so that Tom a security guard was there as well to keep the slaves under control.

I realized that I had fucked up but that was really of little concern; what was paramount to me was that I was going to die without having said goodbye to Master.  That very thought stopped me in my tracks; here I am choking to death on a cock and I could not bring myself to refer to him as TJ, but rather as Master.  The pause gave me the presence of mind to understand that I was holding my breath and felt like I was turning purple about to faint.  I took a deep breath; lord it felt good; there was nothing blocking my airway.  I lay there quietly still unable to see or hear.  I could feel people moving around me.

I leaned down and took the ear plug out of one ear and whispered in the slave’s ear, “Do you recognize my voice slave?  You can’t say anything because of the device and the cock that is still in your mouth.  Just nod your head the little bit so that you can move it either up and down for yes or sideways for no.”

I realized that it was Dr. Taylor whispering in my ear.  I could not tell if it was just he, Trainer Steve and myself, or who else might be in the room.  Dr. Taylor was speaking or whispering so softly that no one else could have heard us.  I nodded my head that I recognized his voice.

Dr. Taylor continued to whisper into my ear, “Alright, slave, two of the trainers still have your arms.  They are going to release your arms.  I want you to lie absolutely still. The trainers will place your arms where I want them to be and to stay. Do you understand me and are you going to do as I say?  Nod your head.”

I could feel that Trainer Steve had relaxed his grip on my head just a little bit which allowed me more freedom to nod my responses to Dr. Taylor.  I nodded yes and continued to lie quietly.

I nodded to the trainers and they placed the slave’s arms on his chest and left them there.  The slave was true to his word and remained still.  I continued my whispered conversation, “Alright, slave, you are doing well.  Keep up the good work.  We knew that you were going to have a rough time of it.  Trainer Steve has a mammoth cock with a blunt head.  Because of that we are going giving you some slack.  You will not be punished for what you just did, but you need to realize that a repeat will be severely punished.  To ensure your continued efforts, my slave John is going to take his hands off the spreader bar and release your legs.  You are to leave them exactly where he puts them.  Do you understand?”

I felt the pressure removed from my legs and the spreader bar and I nodded my head.  I continued to take deep breaths and could feel that Trainer Steve was trying to remain still and at the same time keep his cock in the pocket part of my mouth.

Dr. Taylor whispered, “You are now completely free of all restraints.  I am trusting you to use your best efforts, but because of your prior performance I have to ensure that there is no repeat; I do that because as we have said repeatedly we will not let any harm or injury come to you as a result of your training, and while that is true as to the extent of our control we must ensure that we control your behavior as well as the training that we are conducting.  Therefore, John is going to kneel by the bench and you will feel him reach over and first take your testicles in his fingers of one hand and your dick in his other hand.  Do you feel that?”

Again I nodded.

“He will hold your balls without any pressure as long as you remain calm.  If you start to move, resist or otherwise not cooperate he will apply pressure until you stop.  His instructions are to stop the increase of pressure when you stop your resistance, movement, or lack of cooperation.  What you need to know is that he has also been instructed to not release or ease off on the pressure, so if you move, pressure will be applied and that same application of pressure will continue until this lesson is finished.  In addition what he is doing now is inserting a metal rod into your dick and attached to it is an electrical current.  If you move and resist, the current will be turned up and it will stop you in your tracks.  I don’t want John to hurt you but you may leave me no choice.  You know he resented your feeling his false testicles and he is envious of you.  Don’t give him a chance to get to you.  Do you understand?” If so nod your head.

I nodded my head. I realized that Dr. Taylor was not telling me the entire truth because John had my nuts in his left hand and was lovingly rolling them; no pressure, no pain, no hurt, just the conveyance of love; his other hand was rubbing my tummy.  I relaxed.

“Alright, slave, Trainer Steve is going to continue.  Be good.”

I nodded my head and at that point I realized that Trainer Steve had taken his hands off of my head, and it was simply lying back and hanging down off of the bench.

What I did not know was during this time, the guard and the two trainers had moved the student slaves towards one side of the room and had the head trainer have a quiet conversation with them.  He said to them, “You bitches need to be absolutely quiet.  I don’t want to hear a pin drop.  In a moment we are going back over there and finish watching the slave’s throat being opened.  You need to listen to the noise that is made by the cock driving into the slave’s throat, gathering slime and bile to drag back to the surface.  Watch how the excess overflows out of the slave’s mouth on to his head, hair, down his chin onto his chest; be sure to pay attention to the gurgling sound made as the slave draws in air through the slime, mucus, and drool.

I felt Trainer Steve bend down towards me, pulling back on his hips so as to avoid driving the cock further into my mouth; he removed an ear plug and whispered, ”Slave, you are doing good.  As Dr. Tom said, relax and trust me.  Your Master entrusted you to me and I will not betray that trust.  In a minute I am going to put the plug back in and slowly start to insert the rest of my cock.  Now you know you can and have taken it; it will take a minute to cause enough slime, mucus and natural lube to get the cock ready, so just relax.  You have gotten to the point where our blindfolding you and plugging your ears is important; tune out what you feel; I want you to take a trip in your mind; forget that I am stretching your throat; pretend that you are with your Master in that big bed at the Ritz Carlton, his cock deep within you stirring you, pushing your buttons; remember he said you could have an orgasm as long as your cock did not get hard; feel the orgasm in your mind and forget where you are and what is happening. Enjoy the cool darkness and the quietness of his thick cock plunging in and out of your pussy. When you feel the cock get to the back of your throat, I want you to go to that special place where there is only you and him.  Do this for him.  Make him proud of his slave.”

I put the plug back in his ear, stroked his face by dragging my hand along his jaw bone from his ear to his mouth, wiped up whatever slime I found and put it on my dick.  I then started pushing and pulling making sure my cock was ready.  I looked up at the student slaves and said, “What you are about to see will not be pretty.  You may not be able to see close up, but it takes about three inches of my cock to get to the gaging point; before this break I had put another three inches into his throat; that means that I have about six inches left to go.  What is going to happen is that I will get the cock covered with nature’s lube, go in and like a dentist I have drilled out the first three inches of his throat, what I have to do now is open that portion up which I will do by moving my hips from side to side and up and down rather than in and out; this will also allow the slave to prepare himself for what follows.  After I feel that I have opened his throat up I will stop again.”

I was not sure what the delay was, but used the time to prepare myself.  I was now appreciative of the lack of hearing and sight; I could go by myself into my mind without any distraction.  I thought back to the second time that TJ had fucked me.  I let myself go into that memory and relived it.

‘God I hurt from his cock; he had been correct, and thank

goodness he had been stretching me.  He had his arms

around my middle and he whispered into my ear, “Lean back,

relax and close your eyes.’  I did so and he slowly stroked my

sides and tummy making me feel warm, relaxed and safe in his

arms, while John put my legs back in the stirrups, spread them

wide, strapped me in, put a strap across my waist, raised the table…”

I kept one hand on the side of his head; I looked over my shoulder at John to be sure he still had hold of the slave’s nuts and was rubbing his tummy; all was set.  With that, I pulled my hips back just a little and went forward; not hard, but with sufficient force so that when the blunt head of my cock reached the limits of the area stretched, it kept going.  I was successful inserting about one-and-a-half of six inches, which, while good, each half-inch would become progressively more difficult.  I let the head sit there for roughly the count of ten or a little less than ten seconds and then pulled back.  I looked down at the slave and his face was expressionless; his hands had not moved; he was breathing normally for the conditions and situation, so I wiped up the slime pulled out, put it on the head, and this time I had a running start as I had taken my cock all the way out of the slave’s mouth.  I timed my thrust so that it coincided with the slave’s inhalation of air; I could feel the gag point, but it no more impacted the speed or force of the cock than the resistance felt by a hot spoon scooping up ice cream.  I had a substantial head of steam that blasted right past the first obstacle, and went thru the first three inches opened up with only slight resistance.

My brain had me on the table in Dr. Taylor’s surgery room impaled for the first time as an adult on Master’s cock and my focus was only “bumped” by the force imparted by Trainer Steve’s baseball bat.  In some small area of my brain I knew that it had flown past the first area opened and then reamed open by the side to side and up and down brace and bit action of the teaching cock just before the first break.  The picture transmitted by the nerves in my throat to the brain looked like what you see if you look out the window of a car directly down on the road while doing sixty-five miles per hour; simply put, it was a blur.  Mucus flew; muscle and skin were first stretched and then torn as the blunt headed instrument dredged a new channel from my mouth to my stomach.  At some point it started slowing down fairly quickly, paused and then with a quick reverse snap of the hips powering the instrument the action was reversed.  As it was pulled from the torn and tattered tunnel, slime and mucus stubbornly clung to the head and shaft and were dragged as nature’s baggage, some left along the way to serve as lube for the next thrust.

To be continued...

Posted: 05/04/12