Kneeling on the floor I chewed on Keith’s socks sucking in and swallowing his feet sweat, my face held firmly by his strong hand pushing me deep in his crotch sniffing his sweaty balls. With his other hand he started to play with his cock, I could feel his hand gently moving back and forth beside my ear, working the whole shaft and head. “I know you want this Nancy boi but you need to prove your worth”. I groaned acknowledgement and mentally agreed to work harder. Keith suddenly stood, knocking me over “come”. He even orders me like a dog these days I thought. Crawling after him on all fours I followed him into the shower room. “Let’s get your throat trained, see how much you’re capable of”. There on the shower step was a long, silicone double headed dildo, easily 20 inches in length with an eye watering girth not unlike his massive monster cock. “Don’t look so scared Nancy boi, this is your new friend and you’ll soon get the hang of things and then, well the real thing comes to those who work for it”. He laughed, I was terrified, the dildo might have been flexible but there was no way I’d be able to take even a third of it, deep throating wasn’t something I was very experienced at although it was something that I fantasised about constantly - I was very soon to learn once again that fantasy and reality often don’t match up.
Keith ordered me to turn around and put my hands behind my back. “This shit works best if your hands don’t get in the way Nancy boi”, Keith secured my wrists tightly together, pushed me into the large walk in shower and into a seated position on the floor. He sat on the built in seat and pulled me backwards between his legs. His hand gripping my hair, he tilted my head back so I was looking directly up at him. Looking down he spat directly into my face and pulled the rank socks from my mouth and dropped them onto my locked cock. He squirted some kind of lube into my mouth making me cough and splutter, “This is where the fun begins”. Keith’s face was wide and alive with pleasure as he started to slap me around the face hard with the huge dildo. “It’s the ultimate throat trainer, and it’s make or break Nancy boi”. In it went, straight in maybe 4 or 5 inches, hitting the back of my throat on its way. “I’m not into all this slowly slowly shit”. He pushed down, I choked, trying to pull away, moving my head. Keith responded with a hard face slap, and a second, a third and then grabbed my jaw squeezing to open my mouth and in again. The silicone dildo slid down my throat. My gag reflex immediate, retching I heaved and he pulled out. Another hard face slap. “Up your game you pathetic cunt, you’re not even trying. Keep your mouth wide, practise keeping those teeth out the way and take it”. Tugging my head backwards by my hair, in again the dildo went, harder. I could hardly see my eyes were watering so hard, gasping and gagging I coughed, retched and puked. Keith leant me forwards. Gasping I wanted my hands untied. “Like I said, we don’t want your hands getting in the way Nancy boi”. With barely a breath gap, my head was aggressively pulled back and down it went again, pounding in and out. Each push taking it further down. Soon my whole throat was contracting around it, my jaw in and out of painful spasm, I was struggling to breathe, my head was light, I felt sick and dizzy. “Not as easy as you thought Nancy boi? Remember, you wanted this”. I was producing buckets of thick saliva running down my face and neck with equal amounts swallowing down with every thrust of the dildo as Keith brutally pushed it down past my tonsils. “This bitch is big enough to reach your stomach you know”, Keith laughed, slowed right down and pushed further and further. His strong legs squeezing, holding me tightly in place, I could feel his socked feet rubbing on my inner thighs as he stretched my legs apart. His firm grip of my hair keeping my head back and throat open, he held the silicone monster in place, I could feel pressure inside deep below my throat easily half way down. I continued to gag, each one burning my throat more as stomach acid erupted, the contractions from my diaphragm and abdominal muscles hard and painful. As Keith looked down at me smiling, he opened his mouth and again spat forcefully in my face, and again hitting my right eye. With his other hand he released my hair only to grab and pinch my nose. Within seconds, what little oxygen I could take in started to be restricted. I struggled, Keith tightened his legs around me. I was exhausted and completely trapped, panicking I tried to make a sound that indicated my distress. Just as I thought I would pass out, I felt simultaneous withdrawal of the dildo and Keith’s nose pinch. Hanging forward by my hair, I was a gasping, drooling, retching mess.
“Just as I excepted, you pathetic, useless cunt, clean up”, he untied my wrists, gasping I fell forwards. Hardly able to utter a word, I managed to thank him. “Fucking clean this shit up”. Keith removed his socks and walked into the bedroom and soon returned, stepped over me and got into the shower and cleaned himself up while I sat on the floor still covered in my own puke and saliva.
I woke late for work, still exhausted I ached from the first of my many throat training sessions. I didn’t expect it to be so brutal. At my desk, I was working when Keith walked past, “morning Tom, could you come through in 10 please?” I looked up and croaked yes, my throat felt destroyed and I could hardly speak. My jaw was on fire. “Tom are you feeling ok, you sound dreadful”, Keith enquired with a genuine sounding kindness, all for the benefit of the others of course yet I pretended he was sincere. I nodded and smiled. I wandered into his office shortly afterwards and closed the door. Keith was smiling, “I’m actually surprised you can speak at all Nancy boi, sore throat? I wish I could see how ruined your throat must look.” He smirked, I nodded. “I can’t hear you” he snapped. “Yes Sir” I managed before my voice broke completely. I felt like shit, struggling to swallow my jaw ached like I’d never experienced. My neck was stiff and my chest and stomach muscles ached. “I want this sorted by lunchtime” he handed me some papers, I turned to leave. “Oi Nancy boi, you took it better than I expected!” I turned back, Keith winked and went back to his work. Somehow I felt warm inside, like I had done well. Keith so rarely passed even a vague compliment!
I eventually become used to it, those regular ‘training’ events. Every time I was summoned to Keith’s hotel room I knew that monster, double ended dildo would be forced down my throat while I was tied up. Months went by with promises of ‘the real thing’. Those months were also devoid of the very thing that I found pleasure in too. I once made the stupid mistake of telling Keith that my preference for socks was nylon and not white sports, that they didn’t really do it for me. From that point as punishment no doubt, for daring to speak my mind, my sock worshipping was reduced to the very thing I liked the least. They were at least sweaty and smelly! Keith reminded me that when I suck and lick his white socks, worship them, chew on them or take them into my hungry mouth that it’s an act of pure devotion and submission because I know he loves it even though I not so much. And he’s right, that has always been a strong pull for me but now I gain very little physical gratification from these acts. I understand that to feel good about myself I need to please Keith and so I do.
While there was something almost unexplainable in the way I craved to serve Keith, I was also aware that I was somehow lost in this relationship with the realisation that I was so dependent on him for any happiness, gratification or meaning that I had become almost a slave to him. With this realisation came the reality too. That had been his game plan all along!
I decided to try and speak with Keith about this. I knelt before him, naked except for white sports socks, cock still locked. “Sir, you once told me that I must be able to talk with you about anything. Sir, I need help, I’m struggling to understand us”. I proceeded to try to explain how I felt, realising that I didn’t know! Keith listened intently. “Rub my feet Nancy boi”, as I spoke I massaged his warm socked feet using my hands and mouth. “How does that feel Nancy boi?” I replied, “It feels good Sir. I like being at your feet Sir”. “That’s because that is your place Nancy boi, you’ve found your place. You fit there”. He paused, “are you doing anything that goes against your will Nancy boi?” I thought hard, searching for a yes but unable to find one. Sure I find worshipping his white sports socks less fun, but not against my will. My throat training was tough but I would be rewarded soon by taking his cock instead. “No Sir”. “That’s right Nancy boi, you’re doing everything because you love it, because you want to serve an Alpha man. Now, let’s discuss us! This is easy, there is only me. Everything you have become is because I have showed you, allowed you, trained you. Without me, you don’t really exist anymore Nancy boi. That pathetic little cunt who steals dirty socks to get off exists if that’s who you want to be I suppose. But do you want that? That sad life of jerking off over stolen socks, fantasying or do you want the real thing?” He paused again. “I control your life Nancy boi because you need that, you jump when I say, you turn up here when I choose, you leave when I tell you to, I’ve chosen to train your throat, you are contracted to work for me, I tell you what to wear, I choose your pleasure, in fact I tell you what your pleasure is, you’ve all but dropped your friends because of my say so, I control that pathetic cock of yours, I say when you unlock, you shave because I order and allow it. You allow all of this to happen because you want it, you need it. Do I need to continue?” He stared into my eyes, “Do I need to continue Nancy boi?” I was silent still, looking at the ground. “No Sir, I understand”. Keith continued to stare hard at me, “if you want out Nancy boi, get out. It’s that simple. Do you want me to kick you out? Sack you? Is that what you want?” My stomach sank at the thought, I looked up at him, “No Sir, I’m sorry Sir, I want this Sir”. Keith leant in toward me. “Yes you do. Good Nancy boi, now turn around and assume the position, hands behind your back, that throat is almost ready to receive me”.
