Gay Male Slave Training Novelas e Histórias

Looking at her, I gave her my coldest glare as I replied, "Your apology means nothing to me. You are a coward and a liar. I thought I could trust you, but clearly I was wrong!" Ashleigh continued walking with me in silence, as we made our way past the large pond, and walked toward the tree line which was located on the far side of the yard. We had just reached the treeline, when I was suddenly ripped from Ashleigh's side by two male werewolves, and slammed against the rough bark of a tree. As my front was pressed up against the tree, my arms were pulled around the tree and handcuffs were fastened around my wrists, securing me to the tree with my hands out front. Once everyone had gathered ar

They all bowed to him and looked at the demure girl who was behind him with curiosity. He came to a stop and looked at Penny in the most condescending manner. “This is my humble abode, and you are welcome… to join my servants… to be my slave.” He laughed and his laughter reverberated inside the walls. “This is the last I am going to see you ever. So join the ranks you belong to, you mountain hillbilly and don’t even think of crossing the paths with me, because—” he clenched his jaw with anger, “because next I see you I am going to throw you in a dungeon!” Penny stared at him with wide eyes. “I will kill myself before I work as a slave,” she said with fury rising inside.

"Shut up if you want to enjoy my body! I don't want to hear the voice of your cursing who has stolen my chastity, make me deaf! Let me live without hearing any sound. I have no hope in life anymore. Being your sex slave is my job right now," said Axelina trembling, enduring the pain in her heart. "You are my nightmare, Amar Trixeon, I hate you. If you are tired of my body, you better kill me right now, I don't want to live anymore."

And inside lay clamps, gags, blindfolds, toys I didn’t even know. He put the clamp on my nipple making me cry out, the sound muffled when he shoved a gag into my mouth. Tears blurred my vision. I hated him. I hated what he was making me feel. And yet, when his hand finally slid between my legs, testing how wet I’d become under his punishment, I felt ashamed of how much I wanted him to continue. “You see?” His voice was velvet over steel. “See how wet you are? You enjoy being paraded like the slut you are,”

She ain't ready for another day to be punished. His boots made a thunderous sound as he looked at his trainees with eyes that could kill. "I wonder why y'all will be looking so shiny in my f***ing money when your family don't even have money to bail you outta here." He yelled as his voice pronounced fire. "Get your acts together so you can work and pay my f***king money then you can just leave my dormitory." He yelled again, looking around as his eyes caught Sophia's but she rolled them instead and looked away .

" Galene asked as tears gathered in her eyes. Master Damien smiled and held onto Galene's hands. "You are no longer a slave Galene and I no longer have any sex slave". "Get ready, in a fourth night, you would become my bride and together, we bought would receive our child and train him up in a good way". "I know I'm not a good man but I would try my best to train up my child in the best way I can" Master Damien assured. Galene's mouth dropped open in uttermost shock. What is the master blabbing about this morning?

His tiny, smooth clit was locked away in a shiny metal cage, the keyhole winking mockingly at the men who surrounded him. This was his third session with Jamal’s group, and Clay’s mind was still reeling from the revelations of the previous two encounters. He had thought it was just a hot porno setup, a young twink servicing older black men who needed a tight hole to breed. But Jamal had other plans. He wanted to train Clay as a permanently locked faggot, a pet for the group to use whenever they needed to relieve their urges.

And strangely, hot. It was like a fire was growing in my lower belly. I’d never felt a thing like this before, but I’d also never been in a situation like this one. Though we were taught of sex, trained for it, I had never witnessed it myself. We were taught with illustrations. Educational books on the act of sex. The aunts did not show us any real material, because they insisted that it took from our innocence. And innocence was one of the most important selling points in the slave business.

Q looked excitedly at Conal's helpless expression. "You're right." S nodded in agreement, his eyes glazed over at Conal. Conal and several other beastmen are being trained to become sex slaves. Conal's figure stood out the most among the crowd. The skin is pink and white, the wolf tail weakly covers the lower body, the face is helpless, the eyes are filled with provocative tears, and the body trembles with each stroke of the coach. Conal is like a powerful aphrodisiac, directly attacking the eyes of those present.

“ I have not forgotten it. I hope you can have sex with me because you like me. I know this is not easy, so I will not insist. After all, I am your slave, do whatever you want to do to me. I will not struggle again.” Cody looks at me with a doubtful smile. “ I hope you are not playing any tricks, you sly human. Otherwise, I will make you pay for that.” I smile flatteringly like a real slave. “ I will never trick you, my dear master.” I do not know if Cody believes what I said, after all, my words even disgusted myself.