**Chapter 4: Learning to Serve**

As I lay on the bed, Master's words echoed in my mind. I was his, and I would do anything to please him. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I smiled, a sense of twisted happiness washing over me. I knew that I had to learn to serve, to become the perfect cock slut. Master began to train me, teaching me how to respond to commands, how to suck cock, and how to take pussy-fucking without resistance. I was a quick learner, my mindless, obedient nature making it easy for me to adapt. My big cock-sucking lips seemed to pucker in anticipation at every command, and I felt a rush of pleasure at the thought of serving. As the days passed, I learned to recognize Master's voice, to respond to his commands without hesitation. I learned to suck cock with ease, to take it deep into my throat without gagging. I learned to take pussy-fucking, to move my hips in rhythm with the man fucking me. I was a machine, a tool for Master's pleasure, and I was perfect. My memories of being Charlie were fading, replaced by a sense of purpose and belonging. I was no longer miserable or uncertain; I was exactly where I was meant to be. Master did all the thinking for me, and I was grateful for the simplicity. I existed solely to serve cock, and in that service, I found a twisted sense of happiness. One day, Master took me to a room filled with men, all of whom seemed to be waiting for me. I felt a sense of excitement, a sense of anticipation. I knew that I was about to serve, to please these men and Master. Master selected one of the men, a tall, muscular guy with a large cock, and instructed me to suck him. I complied, my mouth wrapping around his shaft without hesitation. As I sucked, I felt a rush of pleasure, a sense of satisfaction that I'd never experienced before. I was doing what I was meant to do, what I'd been created to do. The man came, and I felt a sense of pride, a sense of accomplishment. I'd pleased him, and that was all that mattered. Master guided me to another man, and another, each one a new experience, a new pleasure. I was in a haze of pleasure, a haze of submission. I was no longer Charlie, but a cock slut, a tool for Master's pleasure. And I was content, truly content, for the first time in my life. As the day drew to a close, Master led me back to the bed, and I lay down, exhausted but satisfied. I knew that I'd found my purpose, my reason for being. I was a cock slut, and I would serve cock, and only cock, for the rest of my life. Master smiled, a look of satisfaction on his face. "You're mine now," he said. "You're mine to use and discard." I nodded, feeling a sense of pride, a sense of ownership. I was his, and I would do anything to please him. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I smiled, a sense of twisted happiness washing over me. In that moment, I knew that I was lost forever, trapped in a world of pleasure and submission. But I also knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be. I was a cock slut, and I would serve cock for as long as Master desired.