Gay Male Slave Training Novels & Stories

that's right, I did something bad so I can't blame him for why he's looking at me like that-- come on, he doesn't care if Trixie is crying. "I didn't mean it, I was just joking--" I didn't finish what I was going to say when he scolded me. This gay man is strong! I'm already doubting if Ken is really gay, maybe I'll get slapped and tweaked by him but what he's doing is sh*t! He's acting like a real man, dude!

My wrists tugged helplessly against the straps as my legs spread wide and dripping, my body convulsing like a desperate whore begging to me fucked hard and rough. “I—I need—” I sobbed out, the words catching on my tongue as another violent wave of arousal crashed through me. I wanted to be filled, split open and used. My body was no longer mine, it belonged to the serum, to the Trial, to him. Lazarus fucking Thorn. “The rules are pretty simple.” I felt his voice crawl through my veins like poison. “If you can last three hours without cumming, you pass. Be sure not to disappoint me, bunny. I have high hopes for you.”

He just had that fantasy of breaking me into pieces because he believed that he owned me one way or the other. Now I made a mistake of allowing him to have access to my body and I was sure that he would not stop there. He was going to make it a routine and I didn't think I could keep up with any of that because then it would mean that I was also agreeing to become his sex slave.

Zenos leaned forward and articulated with a smile, “Then… What’s your type, Young Master Hayden?” Hayden immediately straightened his back, raised his chin, and puffed his chest arrogantly. He didn't even cast a bit of a glance at Zenos before responding, “My type?” He reiterated. “Of course, this young master’s type is a bad boy who doesn't care about rules. Tall, with long legs, blue eyes, a sturdy chest, a ripped body, black hair, straight long fingers, 8 packs, and enticing kissable lips.” He explained arrogantly.

He said deeper and more demanding. “Do it.” Laila urged. Tilting my head back I took the contents of the glass in one hard swallow. “I Alpha Colton Graham of the Twin Wolves pack claim you Amanda Heartly as my slave. I bind you to me with my blood and now you are mine.” He growled.

Alfred asked as he held her hands tightly. "Sir... you're hurting me," Lisa cried out as she couldn't bear the pain anymore. "I would prefer you address me as master and not sir. I'm your master because I own you. you're my slave and my property," Alfred yelled and hit her hard on her breast and Lisa cried out in pain. "I hate silence, you respond while speaking," Alfred said and landed a hot slap on Lisa's cheek. "Yes sir... I..master," she muttered as Alfred hit her on her face again, and then she found herself screaming in tears.

His dick is feeling deeper with each expert stroke - I can hear him panting and moaning he’s putting alot of effort into fucking me. Every now and again I’m told to inhale more poppers. I can’t help it but I’m quickly beginning to enjoy this experience . The truth is, they got me spot on, I was staring at them down in the bar - and once I’d worked out what was going on I was loving every second of being dominated and treated like the sissy slut I am - this is what I am, just a faggot to please real men, I wish one of the guys holding me down would fill my mouth up as well.

"Yes. I can't offer you...WE can't offer you what they have. The supervision. The training. The money when you're done. You'll be set for life. We can't go back to how things have been. I see now that this is the best way forward." So he didn't want to stand in my way, or he didn't want me? Did it matter? It did matter, but I felt like he wasn't giving me a choice here, so it added up the same. I took a deep breath. "I'm sure my Masters know what is best for me. I'm sure if you think I am worthy, Sir, that I will be safe with you. I accept your offer." "Excellent! We'll send a slave trainer to collect you in a few days. He'll be piercing your nipples and your labia - we find the rings are an

This has been drilled into the boy over the course of his training, alongside the other fuckboys-in-training that were at The Center at the same time as the boy. The boys' instructors had shown the trainees numerous videos of the worst boy brothels, boys sold to BDSM clubs, overly cruel masters, and disobedient or disrespectful boys finally being sent to work in mines or other hard labor locations after they continued to refuse to accept their new role in life and obey their masters. The lesson clearly stated that the boys would all be better off obeying and accepting their new roles as slave fuckboys. This along with generous amounts of conditioning and obedience training had turned all the

But just as quickly as the moment of hope began, that she might get to finally be fucked in front of all these people, it came to an end. "Not so fast, Hole. These aren't for pleasure, they are for training. Just as you have always been gagged since I found you, now you will always be filled. These toys, versions of me, are only to be removed for your basic functions and when you are used. I want to train your mind to always expect to feel me inside of you. Over time, you will learn to feel wrong, profoundly wrong, anytime you are not filled. Though this ceremony has made you mine forever in contract, there is still more of your body that I would own. You will know yourself, forever, as my h