Gay Male Slave Training Novels & Stories

I also advised her to lower her voice so that we do not attract more attention than what we seem to be already. A particular table had two men sitting leisurely on their chairs but with a man and a woman naked kneeling before them, right in front of their wide spread thighs. I had no doubt the two down on their knees on the floor were slaves and the two men at the table were their masters. And by the looks of it, these two were a couple. A homosexual couple who also enjoys another gender in their circle. I did not need to see what they were doing in the dark, under the table, but it did not need any expertise to say that the man and woman slaves were giving their masters a head on each. Alth

Pleasure, so much pleasure it’s building in my core and has me moaning like a whore. That’s when I realize Killian is turning me into a sex slave. That’s what he’s training me for. It shakes me to the core, but in a strange way. I want to be his whore and only his. Maybe it’s because I can handle one man using me for his pleasure especially if he’s willing to give pleasure in return, but multiple men using me scares the hell out of me. Thankfully, Killian has agreed to the majority of my request. I might have to suck up a few training sessions with Emmett, but I know Killian won’t let him bed me. If it’s just touching I might be able to get around it and it will only be one other person. It

Girls were sold to wealthy depraved Clients to be used in most violent and degrading ways imaginable as their sex slaves. Before the sale, the girls were softened up by cruel trainers. Girls while training is not allowed to wear any clothing. They were constantly beaten and fucked. Endlessly sodomized by men or with huge dildos. By the time the auction, they barely remember their own names. All they could feel is pain and shame. Here, most girls can be seen bearing some restraint or pain-inducing devices. Trust me, My men are sadists and training disobedient girls to become a submissive is a really tough and overwhelming job.

One of the girls was found not to be a virgin, Mistress Hawthorne said with a slight smile, "Only virgins are eligible to be Alpha's slaves. Take her to the first floor." In the end, there were twelve girls left. I wondered what would greet us? Humiliation? Captivity? Selling our bodies? My arms and legs were loosened and my legs were trembling as I got off the medical bed, bracing my hands on the bed to barely stand still. My tears kept streaming down my face, I had just been violated by a she-wolf with her fingers, the first time I had ever experienced such a thing. Mistress Hawthorne said that we would become an Alpha's slave after being trained, trained by who? By who? The man? How would

They're scared that might happen again 10 years ago, I got kidnap and yeah, they did pay those guys who kidnapped me just to get me safely back to them. “Yeah, mommy says that Yaya Celine will come with me to watch over me,” I said, smiling at them. They nodded and opened the gate. “Senorita, I thought we were just going outside the garden. Your Mommy will scold me for this for sure.” Yaya Celine is 40 years old. She’s been working for our family for a long time. “I said that I’m going outside. You heard she agreed, didn’t you?” I asked, and she just shrugged.

Absolutely nothing… Andrey was hard again, remembering it, as if he was still on that dark city street three years ago instead of in a chilly Milan night, here, now. And that treacherous heart he’d thought he’d trained to know better beat out a rhythm that made him question things he shouldn’t. Made him want so hard, so deep, it began to feel more like need. He bit out a blistering Russian curse that had no discernible effect at all and rubbed his hands over his face. Whatever this was, whatever terrible madness that was taking him over against his will and beyond his control, it had to stop… It really had to!

I didn't say anything, I just looked at my hands and the tears starting pouring. ‘What about my dad, he must be worried sick about me. What about school? What do I do now?’, I asked myself. I've heard cases of sex trafficking of young girls and children's but never did I think it will happen to me. “SHUT THE FUCK UP STUPID BITCHES!!!”, The ugly man yelled at the girls. I flinched and I didn't want to imagine what this man can do to us. “You low lives are only alive because I approve of it! It seems you don't know what's going on here?! You were all sold to me so I own you!! I could kill you and throw you into the ocean and no one would find your body!!”, The fat man yelled.

"It's not that bad. I found that timber wolves are just like huskies—they're very obedient. I mean, they do exactly what I say, whether it's standing or dancing." I ran back to the training facility in a daze and stood there in silence, watching the three timber wolves I had trained dancing in grass skirts. I started to think that no matter what animal I chose, Yvonne would somehow claim it as her own. I even considered quitting since I couldn't change the outcome. I applied for a leave of absence to head back to my hometown, using the excuse that my grandma's hens had stopped laying eggs and I needed to train them to fix their behavior.

I came over and over for a long time, with my face still in T's soft crotch and stomach. It was over, so intense… J's big beautiful meat was limp now and he slid out of my ass. Afterwards I got on my knees and kept sucking off T. He masterbated when he was close, stuck his cock back in my mouth and filled it up with his hot cum. I swallowed all that. We all felt so nice getting dressed and walking back to our vehicles. It felt like I was enjoying some kind of special secret doing this, something that only gay guys get to do.

I'll take a shower first before I fight Cyril. I also spent half an hour in the bathroom before I finally came out. I wore dark denim jeans and a black sandal. I paired the shirt with a black leather jacket. I look like I'm a sassy ass gay. I'm still so beautiful. I also wear the shoes that Cyril sent me last time. There's that little knife and I don't know how he did that thing. That gay man is very talented when it comes to things like this so I won't wonder why he sends high tech. I picked up the cellphone. It immediately rang and I immediately saw Cyril's name there.