In Training

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    Hop Sing was dismayed to find that trainers had suites in a separate building from the converted hotel dormitories that the slave boys all shared. As they entered Matti's rooms, which were larger than his own, Hop Sing looked around and obediently stood at the door - waiting. He wasn't sure how long it would take to train him, and the thought of being away from his friends the whole time was crushing.

    Matti, who was limping and sore despite his pain shot from Dr. Knox, lay down on his queen sized bed. He patted the spot next to him. Determined to get this ordeal over with, the boy obeyed and lay down next to him. But he didn't move.

    "Lesson number one, sometimes YOU have to take the initiative," Matti told him brusquely. "When you get into a client's bed, or whatever, you can't just lay there like a corpse."

    "Oh."

    "Now, let's get something clear, Hop," Matti pointed his finger in the boy's face, "As a rule, I don't fuck a boy on the first day of training. I ease into it. We start with conversation and cuddling. That's VERY important - to make the guest feel loved, wanted, that you're glad to be with him. But if I could feel my genitals, which I WILL in a few hours, and IF they're not sore by then, trust me, I'm gonna fuck you like a horny guest would! Call it payback!"

    Hop Sing sniffled once. But that was all he did.

    "And get this - if you EVER hit me again, I DO have the right to punish you! You have NO clue what punished is, kid! My old master used to whip the shit off of me, I'll tell ya! I made a vow when I was free of him that I'd never, ever, do that to a boy - but you're pushing it!"

    "Yes, sir," Hop Sing said.

    "So, what do you know how to do, Hop?" Matti asked, rubbing his semi-numb groin.

    "I can give myself a enema," Hop Sing offered, "But I hate the plug."

    "Roll over so I can check you, then," Matti ordered him. To his surprise, the boy did it. "Your report said that the doctor gave you a prostate check, and made you orgasm the first time. That's good, seeing as how you opted for a cock-lock, and you'll be nullified before the timer on it releases. It also said you never jerked off?"

    "I...I play with it, but not...not...like the feeling the doctor gave me," Hop Sing told him. "I hated it."

    "You have to learn to love it, boy," Matti told him, but gentler this time, "It's all you got now. Me, I can't do it. I can't cum by being fucked, or examined. NO matter what. But," he sighed, "I tell all my boys - you're the lucky one. No puberty, drugs, and you'll be nullo'd. I wanted to be nullo'd so bad, but they didn't do me."

    "Why?" Hop Sing asked in wonder. He was still unsure of it he'd like being a nullo or not. He had to admit, the thought of having no more pain in the balls from injury was good, but the fact that he'd never marry and have sons weighed heavily upon him. And as he'd told them all, since he'd never jacked off, he'd never miss penile orgasms. But he thought he'd miss playing with it.

    "I didn't wanna be male," Matti explained. "I never thought I was. I was so happy to come here and see all the little nullo's. I couldn't WAIT to be one. Then they shafted me out of it. Then puberty came...," he trailed off.

    "I'm sorry," Hop Sing offered, as Matti checked his ass over. Hop Sing winced when he felt Matti's finger probing at it.

    "Tight," Matti observed. "Really tight. We're gonna have to loosen that up, or I'll tear you and you'll have to get rectal stitches. Trust me, rectal stitches suck. So does bleeding. It scares the guests."

    "How?"

    "I got a small plug, smaller than the enema nozzle, that I'll put in you. It's a soft jelly type, and I'll use the numbing gel to lube it. You don't deserve it, but I will. I don't wanna hurt you, you know. I really don't. It's no fun to hurt a boy. Hop Sing," he said seriously, "I want you to like it. You have to like it, or you'll go mad."

    "Like Sander?"

    Matti didn't reply. Instead, he got the plug out of a drawer in the nightstand and lubed it. "Relax, push out like you're gonna take a shit," he advised, smearing the lube all around and in the boy's hole. It went numb at once. Hop Sing could feel the pressure, but no pain. The small plug went in with a gentle push. Once it was in, though, it began rubbing at Hop Sing's prostate, which was inflamed and swollen by the extra shot that Matti had told Knox to give him. It made him feel funny, as the exam had. Hop Sing gasped, his eyes wide.

    "And if you have trouble peeing," Matti told him, "Which you will because of the treatment, tell me. Before bed, I'll run what called a Robinson catheter up your cock and drain your bladder. Do you pee the bed?"

    "No, sir," the boy mumbled, feeling ashamed of himself.

    As he moved, the plug moved inside of him. It rubbed at him, constantly reminding him that it was there. There was no position he could get in to escape it, and the shape of it held it inside of him.

    "It has a valve, too, so I can pump air into it, like a basketball," Matti told him. "Here in an hour or so, I'll pump it some. Not much. You had an enema today?"

    "A big one, til it hurt, when I got up," the boy offered.

    "Good, then you can wear the plug all night, then," Matti told him. Hop Sing shook his head.

    "Next lesson - never argue! What the guest says goes! He wants to fuck, you fuck. He wants to blow, you blow. Got it?" Matti asked.

    "Yes, sir."

    "Good. So for now, why don't you tell me all about yourself?" Matti asked, laying back down and putting a hand on the boy's tummy. "I hear you're a real chatterbox sometimes?"

    Even though he really didn't want to talk to Matti, much less be with him, Hop Sing began to talk. He talked until almost dinnertime, as his nerves got the better of him. He only paused when Matti rolled him over to inflate his butt plug. While it was soft and did not hurt, it still made him feel funny and he didn't like it.

    "But they'll be ashamed of me," Hop Sing was saying, as Matti yawned, "When I go home. I am a son. I am not the first son, but a son! It is my duty to have sons for my father. What good is a son who cannot marry and have sons?" Hop Sing said, so softly that Matti almost didn't catch it. "What good is a eunuch where I come from?"

    It was Matti's turn to be surprised, and suddenly, he realized that he was feeling the same way that Hop Sing had felt in Ben's office. He didn't want to pity the boy, just as the boy didn't want to love him - or BE loved BY him - and it made him wonder.

    "Hop Sing, tell me," Matti asked, "Please? I have to know. Do you like...girls?"

    Hop Sing literally turned pink in the face. He nodded slowly. "I kissed a girl at school once. It was ... nice," he managed.

    "Oh, boy, the straight boys are always a son-of-a-bitch to train," Matti groaned. "Look, forget her. Forget them all. Besides, it's gross! How could you kiss a GIRL?!" Matti asked, hoping the boy would find it funny. He didn't.

    "Because then you get married and have children," Hop Sing replied, as if this should be obvious.

    Matti patted his head, warily. "Let's order food, room service," he suggested, scanning the boy's collar. "Wow! You can eat anything! Let's get a pizza!"

    "OK," Hop Sing agreed, finding that he actually was hungry.

    When they were done eating, Matti suggested a shower together. They then retired to the balcony, on a small divan, to watch the sun go down. Matti sat the boy on his lap, with his erection poking up between the boy's legs. "Masturbation is a good place to start," Matti told him, advising him all the way. To Hop Sing, it looked as if he now had a huge cock! He tentatively took it in his hand as Matti coached him. Due to the pain shot, it took Matti a long time to feel anything as the boy explored his genitals with his small hands. His palms were soft, and Matti knew what he wanted.

    "It is very big," Hop Sing commented, more out of curiosity than enjoyment. After all, his penis was locked up tight.

    "You know about ejaculation, cum, and the mess, right?" Matti asked.

    "Yes."

    Just about then, Matti gasped. "Here it comes," he warned the boy, who soon wound up splattered! It WAS a mess, and it smelled.

    "Ewww!"

    "Never say 'ewww!' to a client," Matti advised, "Just do it. Now, the hard part. You're expected to clean off the guest."

    Hop Sing started to grab for a towel.

    "With your tongue," Matti stopped him, "You have to lick it off."

    Hop Sing was stunned. He shook his bald head. "No!"

    "You can't say 'no'," Matti reminded him, still shivering a bit in pleasure. Hop Sing still a hold of his cock. "C'mon, just try it. You'll get used to the taste. It's salty and sweet, but not too sweet. If it is, then the guest better see the doctor!"

    Hop Sing, shaking in fear, did as he was told. Slowly, he stuck out his tongue and licked the end of Matti's cock. It made him feel so ashamed, even though he'd seen his friends do it numerous times. The taste almost gagged him. Matti offered him a hard candy. "That's for training only, makes it easier, hides the taste," he said. Hop Sing sucked at the candy. While it hid the taste of Matti's cum, it did nothing for the shame he felt. It took a few minutes for him to get Matti clean.

    "Now, what about YOUR pleasure?" Matti asked him, as he began touching the boy all over.

    "That's OK," Hop Sing shook his head. "I don't need any."

    "Never say that to a guest," Matti told him. "MOST of them, in fact, almost all of them, want YOU to have pleasure too. You have to create the illusion of it, even if you don't want it. Some boys don't, and that's OK. But they're the miserable ones. There's no reason for you to be miserable."

    "Being fucked will make me that," Hop Sing said, as Matti caressed the boy's nipples. Hop Sing had to admit that it felt good. He liked being touched, he  really did, and he knew he could cuddle if the client was nice. But if he was mean...

    So Hop Sing cuddled with Matti, trying to ignore the plug that was rubbing at his insides. He felt like he had to pee, and he trembled.

    "You gonna cum, over cuddling?" Matti asked in wonder. Then he thought. "You know, I had a boy who would cum if you sucked his ears," Matti offered. Hop Sing made a face. Matti licked his ear. The shiver grew stronger. Matti then kissed his nipples. Cold chills raced over the boy's body, and his penis struggled against its confines. Matti then put a hand down to his ass, gently bumping the stopper of the plug. He worked it a bit, back and forth, slowly rocking the shivering boy on his lap. Hop Sing closed his eyes and breathed heavily.

    "That's it, you can do it," Matti encouraged him, "It's OK. There's no shame in feeling good. And this is good, trust me," he said softly, as Hop Sing shook his head again.

    "Please don't make me!" He cried, "I don't want to feel that! I don't like it!"

    "Really?" Matti asked, stopping what he was doing. "But you can't stop a client. You have to think of me as the client, Hop. If you don't, you'll never be properly trained."

    Hop Sing was crying.

    "I wanna go home!" He choked, "I wanna go back to my room! Please take me back to my friends!"

    "No," Matti said firmly, "Not until you're trained." He then resumed working the inflated plug, scooping the boy up and carrying him inside to the bed. He then deflated the plug and produced a small vibrator. "This should feel really good," he offered, "And it'll get you more opened up. Like it or not, boy, you're a slave. I'm the trainer. You're feeling good - hell - you CAN feel good! It's my job to make you cum by being fucked in the ass, so here we go. Practice!" He then turned the vibrator on and pressed it against Hop Sing's distended, and now fully sensitive, hole.

    "AAAIIIGGGHHH!" The boy uttered in a long groan, as the vibrator entered him. Matti knew just where to press it firmly, where to rub it back and forth, and he did.

    Hop Sing began to convulse and beg him to stop, but Matti did not.

    In and out, in and out...the world seemed to drift away into a fog for Hop Sing. His head became light, his vision blurry. His hole was hot, and he felt it relaxing with every stroke. The need to pee got worse and worse, and the burning inside of him hotter and hotter. Still, Matti did not stop. He just kept encouraging him and telling him what a beautiful, what a good boy, he was.

    "Cum for me," he whispered, kissing the back of Hop Sing's bald head and rubbing his cheek against the boy's own. All the while, he moved the vibrator in and out, in and out...pressing it, holding it...

    ...until Hop Sing orgasmed.

    With a cry of pleasure mixed with humiliation, the boy's body spasmed and jerked. He arched his back, fell, arched again...all the while, trying to drive his imprisoned genitals into the mattress.  Matti kept fucking him with the vibrator, though, never missing a stroke.

    "Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh," was all the shocked boy could manage. It felt good - he had to confess it to himself - but it was also shameful. In a way, it hurt. But the hurt was more in his head, and the pleasure he felt washed it away. He began to move in time with Matti's strokes, involuntarily, but he didn't stop.

    Finally, he collapsed onto his tummy, breathing hard, as Matti replaced the plug and inflated it. He inflated it larger than before, but Hop Sing didn't notice it.

    "That was fucking awesome!" Matti told him. "Man, if that felt as good as it looked, damn, I wish I was you!" He declared.

    Slowly, Hop Sing raised his sweaty head to face Matti. The look on his face was a devastated one, and Matti took him in his arms. The boy was too tired to resist. He was openly crying again.

    "I hate you," he managed in a weak voice.

    "That's OK, because even though you don't want me to, I LIKE you," Matti conceded.

    But as Matti rocked him and caressed him, the only person Hop Sing could think of was Sander.

    HE deserves to be here, not me, Hop Sing chided himself. HE loves Matti! I don't! It's not fair!