Novel & Cerita Gay Male Slave Training

His hands pinned her down to the bed in order not to have any room for escape when she wants to. He planned on taking pleasures from her body till he is satisfied, it doesn't matter if it takes the whole night. She was brought in here for a sole purpose and that's to satisfy his sexual needs. To him, she is nothing but a mere sex slave he possessed under him, not his mate. She is nothing close to even being a concubine, his concubine. He positioned himself in her entrance and with no warning, he thrust into her venomously. He wasn't slow, he wasn't thrusting steadily too. Alpha Connor made sure to makes her scream or howl in agony.

“Isn’t that bondage, and sadomasochism?” “Indeed, yes it is my petite. Your daddy figured that if the two of you are going to continue to live together as illegitimate spouses that the least you can do is learn who the Master is in this situation before he knocks you up, too. After all, he already lost one wife to complacency. So he isn’t going to loose another the same way. And that’s where I come in.” “Oh?” “You’ve heard of discipline training schools for dogs, haven’t you?”

I didn't want Star to be my mate and I didn't want to keep having sex with a slave so I would make Star my slave, my sex slave. I will make her service me. I will train her to be a needy slut, always hungry for my cock, always eager to get fucked. I wanted it to be her whimpering beneath me; then I wouldn't have taken so long to come and I surely would have enjoyed every bit of it. I groaned as I ran my fingers, stained with the slaves cunt juice, through my hair. Even after getting laid I still couldn't get her out of my mind. I would fuck Star but I won't do it as to her being my mate, rather I will be fucking my sex slave, one personally trained by me.

He thundered and I cried. That was when it dawned on me and Eish, the reason I was being trained all these years. It is to serve as a sex slave. “Strip… Now.” He ordered again. Hesitantly, I got up and began to pull off my clothes. With tears in my eyes, I was beginning to accept my life and situation. “I'm sorry, Eish whispered, but I paid deaf ears to her.” He smirked, with lust in his eyes, staring at the beautiful naked woman in front of him. My perky boobs were very inviting, and he couldn't wait to eat me up.

If she wasn’t there I would be dead. I spent the night yesterday sleeping at the floor. I am trying not to push anything and I taking it slow, I don’t want to scare her. She didn’t say much yesterday but from what I got, they born slaves and they die slaves. They are not from another pack, they are from this pack, they are just gammas but they treat them as slaves. They hadn’t sexually abused them or badly beat them. But they train them from day one to obey orders. They learn how to act and what they can say and what they can’t. They leave in fear.

Unfortunately for him, soon enough he found out. Cory seriously doubted that things would change once they were sent to their masters. What kind of masters needed that kind of unforgiving training? After all this time, he still had felt a chill down his spine, remembering how the wooden device was shoved slowly down his throat, forcing him to ignore his gag reflex. He vaguely knew that this kind of training was needed for entertaining the masters’ stables of pleasure slaves. On the other hand, any manifestation of sexual desires between the walls of the Institution was badly punished. When two of the boys had been caught kissing, they had been beaten so badly by the servant wranglers that th

Turning away from us, he spoke to Elvin, who I assumed was a steward of some sort. “The Game begins in three days. Ensure they are physically fit for island deployment.” His voice was steady and controlled. “Of course, Master Kalev,” Elvin responded. My heart clutched. Game? A cold weight settled in my stomach. My mind raced, piecing it all together. We weren’t being inspected for labour. We were being inspected to participate in the… …the Slave Games? The realization ripped through me, sharp like a razor blade. We weren’t brought here to work. We were brought here to die! To fight for our lives on some island, all in the name of entertainment.

BILLIONAIRE SLAVE CHAPTER FIFTEEN (15) (Back to reality) Amelie have heard stories of boys growing to be wife beaters because if the way their dad beat and treat their mothers And Jason was a victim of that, he has been brainwashed by his father to see every lady as a slave, a sex toy that is meant to be bent. And Amelie was so unlucky to be caught in between the web of this monster.

Not even a word did he say. Nina heaved a sigh and got down from the bed to go take a bath. Stacey walked back to the door. She wanted to hit Nina so bad. She could hear their moans when she stood at the door. "I really need to teach her a lesson." She thought. Jericho is having another slave. Not even a common slave but sex slave. She didn't want to create any scene now so she walked back into her room. She's the green snake under the green grass. She, stacey knows what to do.

I wanted to squirm, to push back against the taut muscle of his thigh, but I held still, caught between the thrill of the unknown and the fear of how far I’d let myself fall. "Three for putting on a show in front of everyone." His fingers pressed more firmly, tracing the edge of the fabric, the heat of his touch seeping through to my pussy, where I was already throbbing with need. "Four for not obeying your master when he told you to come out. Five for talking back to me and defying me." Aziel murmured, his voice low and rough, vibrating through me. "Nobody talks to me like that. And I'll teach you...what happens to bad little girls with dirty, filthy mouths." He growled, his voice transposi