Chapter 6 - The First Penis
Mistress Lotta had deliberately avoided bringing any of her male lovers to her
home while she trained slave piglet during the first month or so of his
submission. Not that she denied herself the pleasure of fucking, rather she
went out to obtain her pleasure. She wished to ensure that the first time she
forced her new slave to service a male, he would experience a new, much deeper
level of humiliation and shame. She had first had the seed of the idea which
she would use to achieve this on the first day of their meeting, just after the
interview had been concluded. She would have her slave suck off the penis of
his former landlord to repay him for the outstanding rent he had failed to pay.
She knew that this would be particularly distasteful for the slave, because of
his extreme dislike of the odious man.
Mistress Lotta had a friend who owned one of the many seedy sex motels in the
city. This establishment had rooms that could be viewed from a one way mirror
while protecting the identity of the viewer. This was important to Mistress
Lotta for she had no intention of letting the slave's former landlord find out
anything about her, and possibly cause her irritation later. But, by the same
token, she had no intention of not being able to enjoy the humiliation of her
slave when he first begged permission to, and then sucked the man's penis to
completion, and swallowed his semen, and finally thanked the man for the
privilege. She had one of her dominant male friends contact the man and set the
whole thing up for her. The man, of course, was overwhelmed by this turn of
events and readily agreed. He was warned, however, that he was not to hurt
slave piglet in any way, or he would be visited and forced to pay dearly for his
actions.
The look of absolute mortification that creased slave piglet's features when
Mistress Lotta informed him of her plans caused her mind to sing with delight.
She knew that her little slave would abhor what he was forced to do. It would
fill him with utter shame, and make him experience degrees of humiliation that
he had, as yet, only dreamed of. But such was his submissive nature, she knew
that he would not only do it, but ensure that the show he put on would give her
exquisite pleasure.
Slave piglet was dressed in his slave costume for this little excursion. When
they left the apartment, however, he was covered from neck to foot with a full
cloak. To people who saw them thought that he was a pretty, if somewhat
masculine looking girl. All they could see were his pink high heeled pumps and
his heavily made up face and his lustrous long hair. The two of them travelled
to the motel in Mistress Lotta's big car. When they arrived Mistress Lotta made
her slave wait outside the door of the room in which the man had been installed
until she was ready, in her room with the one way mirror.
After one or two minutes slave piglet, cheeks already flushed and burning with
shame and humiliation, knocked lightly on the door. A voice that he knew only
too well, and dreaded, bad him enter. The slave, heart pounding with delicious
degradation, a feeling he was growing to love more than anything he had ever
felt before, slipped his cloak from his shoulders and lay it on the floor
outside the door. His revealing and bizarre costume was thus displayed, and he
dropped to his stockinged knees and opened the door, and crawled into the softly
lit room of the sex establishment.
His pulse picked up pace, and a new wave of debasement flooded his spinning
brain, when the man, true to form, laughed uproariously at the sight he made,
saying in a mocking sneering voice, "I always knew that you were nothing but a
little faggot who loved nothing better than to have his mouth stuffed with a
real man's cock. Now I see that you are, and what a lovely set of threads you
get around in now." Slave piglet endured the odious man's mocking insults in
stoic silence. He had more pressing things on his mind, like how he was going
to be able to suck this creature's vile penis, how he was going to be able to
drink his putrid semen without becoming physically ill.
"Well, what have you got to say, faggot. Aren't you supposed to be here to pay
your debts. That was the agreement I made, so lets get on with it!" Slave
piglet drew a deep breath, steeling himself for the ordeal to come, and gasped
out, "Sir, I am slave piglet, sexual and bondage slave to my Mistress." The
trembling, demeaned chattel had to pause for a few seconds while his landlord's
roar of laughter died down before he could continue with his self debasing
speech. "I am commanded, sir, to beg you for the privilege of sucking your
magnificent penis, and drinking the succulent issue of your testicles, sir, so
that my debt may be discharged."
"So, faggot piglet, you are only going to suck my prick because you have been
ordered to, not because you want to. I don't think that that is satisfactory."
Slave piglet's heart almost stopped. What would his Mistress say. What
disgrace he now risked bringing down on her, his reason for existence. How
badly disappointed she would be. He quickly stammered out, words tumbling over
each other in his haste to right his wrong, "Oh, no, sir. Oh, no. I can't wait
to have your splendid penis buried in my adoring throat. I have no other desire
than to have it fill my worshipping gullet with its luscious cream. To savour
the flavour of the delicious juice before it slides down into my belly. I beg
you, sir, to allow me the privilege of sucking you beautiful penis. Please sir,
allow me to bring you pleasure with my servile lips and tongue.'
By this time slave piglet's mind had slipped into a slavish stupor, and he was
genuinely looking forward to pleasing the horrid man. He couldn't wait to have
his servile tongue on his hot man meat, he longed for it, and continued to beg,
in ever more humiliating and pleading tones, while the man stood over his
kneeling nudity. At length the landlord, who was enjoying the sight of the
grovelling slave debasing himself immensely, acquiesced. "All right, you
snivelling queen, I'll Let you have your way." He said, already beginning to
remove his pants, "But I want to see all of this, crawl over to that chair." He
continued, indicating a rather cheap looking lounge chair positioned,
fortuitously, before the one way mirror that he didn't know was what it was, and
certainly ignorant of the fact that it was being used by Mistress Lotta to view
the proceedings.
"I'm going to kneel up on the arms of the chair so I can see your every move,
slug, and so you have unrestricted access to my cock and balls. You had better
do a fine job as well, or I'll not release you from your debt at all." By the
time he had finished talking he had already mounted the chair, facing away from
the mirror. His thighs were spread wide and his long, thick penis, and bulbous
testicles hung before the kneeling slave's eyes. Slave piglet eyed the hairy
set of genitals with revulsion. As his face approached the sex meat its musty
aroma caused his nostrils to twitch with disgust, but he steeled himself to his
task, and resolved to perform with the utmost depravity in an attempt to atone
to his Mistress for his earlier lapse.
He began by sniffing up and down the slowly stiffening length of the rancid
smelling organ, breathing in its fetid aroma. He then buried his nose in the
hairy skin of the man's reeking testicle sack. His blood stream was flooded
with adrenalin, born from burgeoning degradation, and his heart began to flutter
wildly in his chest. He snaked his long agile tongue out and wetly laved the
crinkled sack containing the man's fat testicles, tonguing it over and over
until it dripped with his saliva. He then gently kissed up and down the length
of the penis itself, tracing its bulging blood vessels with the tip of his
tongue in an erotically teasing manner.
The object of his adoration became stiff and began to pulse with pleasure. Its
owner's breath became ragged as his arousal grew under the talented tongue of
the slave servicing him so expertly. The obnoxious man had been berating the
slave, and abusing him contemptuously all through his actions to date. But when
slave piglet swept his hot tongue over the ripe dripping head of his penis, he
stopped, sighing with pleasure and thinking to himself that this was as good as
it got. He had been sucked off by any number of whores in the past, but none
had the talent of this faggot, and he settled down to enjoy the slave's
attentions, even begrudgingly admitting to himself that the youth he so hated
was not so useless after all.
Slave piglet, when he finally washed his tongue over the drooling head of the
man's penis, and his taste buds were drowned with his musky flavours, came to
the sudden realisation that, not only wasn't he revolted by the spicy taste, he
actually relished it. He literally glowed with submissive self-effacement when
it hit him that he really did love what he was doing, and he happily tongued the
hot sweet meat of the throbbing penis head with adoration, which showed on his
flushed features, and in his submissively shining eyes. After a seemingly eon
of constant teasing with his busy tongue, he opened his mouth wide and engulfed
the entire glans in its hot wet interior, and joyously suckled on it as though
it were the most prized delicacy he had ever tasted.
With growing feelings of delightful degradation flooding his every fibre he
drove his wide stretched lips down the length of the throbbing pole of lust. He
gagged slightly when the dripping head nudged his throat, but continued with the
downward plunge of his mouth until his ovalled lips were crushed against the
man's sweating, trembling belly. He paused and allowed the thick, hot, bar of
sex flesh to pulse in his crammed mouth while his throat muscles convulsed
around it, massaging the deeply buried glans with a sensual eroticisms that made
the man he served pant with ecstasy.
Slave piglet experienced a surge of utterly submissive joy when he happened to
glance into the one way mirror. The reflection that greeted him was that of a
slave, dressed in his demeaning costume, his own trapped penile stem struggling
within its bondage, and his obscenely displayed testicles aching with yearning,
and a man's penis buried down his throat. If he didn't know before, at that
instant he knew that he was living in a paradise that he wanted never to end.
He reached up with one hand and slipped a finger between the buttocks of the man
whose penis he was so avidly worshipping, and petted the pout of his tight,
crusty anus. With the fingers of his other hand caressing the man's tightly
packed testicle bag, he began to pump his mouth up and down on the hot,
pulsating penis. He flashed his tongue over and around the hard meat sensuously
while it slid in and out of his mouth. The man's breath became increasingly
ragged as his pleasure grew and grew, until he was panting like horse after a
race. His penis swelled even more in the slave's working mouth while his climax
approached.
The man braced himself against the back of the chair and began to rut his hips
into the slave's face, driving his pleasure soaked penis ever deeper into his
adoring maw. The slave, sensing that the man's orgasm was almost upon him,
drove a finger deeply into his clenching anus, and squeezed his testicles
tenderly. The man let out a yell of both triumph and pleasure when his belly
contracted and his climax exploded. Slave piglet drew his mouth back as the
penis he was so avidly adoring, began to spurt wildly. The slave's wriggling
tongue was deluged with hot creamy semen. It gushed with surges that splashed
onto the back of his throat with almost unbelievable force. His taste buds were
flooded with its rich spicy savour.
The slave's own mind peaked with servile passion when the flood of spurting man
juice splashed into his gaping mouth. He rolled the boiling cream around in his
mouth, feelings of utter subservience welling in his heart, while literally
adoring its heady aroma and flavour. It was with almost a sense of deprivation
that he finally began to swallow the creamy issue. It gushed into his mouth in
such quantities that he had to gulp it down in order not to waste one precious
drop. Such was the slave's enthusiasm that, when the strength of the man's
squirts began to ebb, he dove down on the spewing pole and squeezed the man's
squirming balls in an endeavour to coax more of his marvellous juice from them.
His lips squeezed the stem of the penis so as to draw every last drop of the
delicious cream from it.
The man collapsed into the chair sated, his chest heaving in the aftermath of
his orgasm. Slave piglet continued to nurse his wilting penis in his mouth, and
to tenderly caress his now slack and empty testicles, while the man rested and
slowly recovered his breath. He looked down at the slave with somewhat less
disdain than he had before, marvelling at his eroticism, and licentious talent,
thinking that the kid must have practised that for a long time. Little did the
landlord know, of course, that his penis was in fact the first one the slave had
ever sucked. His talent arising from an in built, submissive sense of service,
and of a yearning to be a mindless instrument of absolute pleasure.
"You certainly are good at that, kid." The exhausted, but sensuously sated man
murmured. "I've never had it sucked off like that before. I guess your debt is
paid." Slave piglet glowed with pride and happiness. He had had no idea how
sucking on the penis of another man would thrill him so. Rather than revolt
him, it had aroused him to new and deliciously sensual and submissive heights.
He knew that his Mistress would be pleased beyond measure, not withstanding his
little gaff at the beginning, for he sensed that she had still harboured some
doubts about his willingness to perform for her with other males.
He reluctantly let the man's now soft and limp penis slip from his warm mouth
and knelt before him, "I am overjoyed that you have found pleasure in my
performance, sir." Slave piglet breathed. "I adored sucking your ravishing
penis feeling its gorgeous heat down my throat. The cream of you testicles was
delicious, sir, I adored its luscious flavour while it gushed down my throat and
fed my yearning belly." The contented slave reached out and gently cupped the
man's flopping testicles and continued, "I am filled with elation because your
gorgeous testicles produced such copious quantities of rich succulent cream to
feed my hungry belly. I beg you, sir, please allow me to express my gratitude
to you for allowing me the unrivalled pleasure of drinking from your marvellous
penis." Slave piglet implored the now standing man.
"But how are you going to do that?" He asked bemused, knowing that the slave
would not be able to suck him up again. "Please, sir, allow me to tongue kiss
your luscious anus before I go. Please, sir I implore you." The man could not
believe what he was hearing. It was not possible that this creature could be so
servile as to want to slurp on his anus. He was not, however, going to deny
him. The man had never felt a tongue there before and, even in his now satiated
state, he knew that it would be a most pleasurable experience. He bent slightly
and said, "Go ahead, kid, if you really want to."
Slave piglet glowed with delicious shame saying, "Oh, thank you sir." even as
his hands parted the fat cheeks of the man's bottom. He quickly slipped his
face between the sweating hemispheres and glued his lips to the crinkled rosebud
that nestled there. He sniffed the rancid aroma while driving his pointed
tongue deeply into the reeking pit, and tasting its fetid flavour. The slave
slurped at the clenching hole for a minute before, reluctantly, leaving it,
lapping the pleasure filled pout lovingly, one last time as he did.
Slave piglet crawled to the door while the man was donning his pants, and
slipped out of the room. Once he was in the corridor he threw on his cloak and
rushed from the motel. It was important for him to be gone before the man
appeared, so there would be no possibility of him seeing Mistress Lotta. He
climbed into the big car, out of breath from his running, and she quickly drove
away.
Slave piglet sat next to his beautiful owner in silence. He was both
apprehensive at what might be her attitude to his early mistake when he first
spoke to the man whom it was his duty to serve. But he was also quietly proud
of his subsequent performance, especially the final anus kissing act. He was
sure, in his own mind, that this would have thrilled his Mistress. "On the
whole, I am pleased with you, piglet." She finally spoke. "But we had better
not have any more acts of defiance when I allow you to serve someone. When I
command you to do something, you don't react to my order like I am forcing you.
When I issue a command I expect that obeying that command will be your reason
for living, and your joy, until you have completely satisfied it. Is that
clear, piglet?"
"Oh, yes, darling Mistress Lotta. Please forgive me for my sin against you. I
promise with all my heart that I will never, never, disappoint you again."
Slave piglet pleaded. "All right, just this once I will forgive you without
imposing a richly deserved penalty ," the mistress replied. "But you had better
be more careful in the future for, I can assure you, I will never be as
benevolent again, and you can expect to spend a month or so without being given
the privilege of adoring your shoe." Slave piglet shuddered at this, for he
knew that it meant that he would be denied sexual relief for a month, a fate
that, while he would have endured, he knew would also deny his Mistress the
pleasure of watching him spurt, and this would be more of a punishment for him
than the mere act of celibacy.
