Gay Male Slave Training Novels & Stories

Was this training center to build up more workers, or was it to take advantage of helpless young men for the benefit of the Arab's businesses? “You know what, we're done here.” I picked up the gun and the file before heading out the cell. Mason walked out behind me and shut the door. “Give me a moment with Mason.” I said to the other man and they went back into the cell, leaving us alone. “What do you think?” He asked. “I really don't know. I think we need to check out that training center, but I have no idea how we'd get in.” I let out a sigh.

Vivian was enraged by these words, but she didn't dare to lose her temper with Prince Thomas's eyes on her. I knew that she wouldn't let me live a peaceful life after we went to the training ground together, but I was not afraid. ** Vivian's POV: That bitch, Brenda, really pissed me off! So what if I apologized to her? A slave was a slave. What about the qualifications to participate in the special training? How could she be better than me, a pure-bred noble? The royal training ground was built on Manage Island, which was located on the border of Godden Kingdom.

Nina exclaimed through the speaker. “Are you listening to yourself? Didn’t you hear the part where I was kidnapped, threatened and almost raped by the thugs? And then I had to become a slave pet to pay off Mark’s debts??” Evelyn asked in disbelief. She wondered what was going on in Nina’s mind. What was so exciting about being someone’s pet? It was degrading and she hated it.

She asked in a harsh tone. “Leave me, how dare you to touch me?” I pushed her away, spatting with anger. She was a slave, how dare she talk to me like that. I was going to teach her a lesson but the next moment made me horrified. She slapped me hard with her fatty hand and I fell backward. I looked at her with disbelief. “You need enough training. I know how to train dissident slaves like you.” She clamped my jaw tightly with her hand. Her grip was so intense that I screamed.

Originally only Noah and Alex were going to be training Theo but now Levi and Logan want to help too plus they all agreed that if they all help then he can get a lot more training in and get himself back on his feet a lot quicker. "Hey, Callum if you would like to train to then you're more than welcome." "It's really kind of you to offer Levi but I wouldn't want to impose." "Don't be silly your part of the pack now, of our family, you wouldn't be imposing." "Well if you're all ok with it then I would love to. I've never trained before though." All the boys are fast to tell him that he's very much wanted at training and they assure him that he's going to love training and benefit from it, he

He's not sure anymore. As a slave trainer, he trained at least twenty girls. Some are voluntary, offering themselves as a pleasure slave to escape poverty, sacrificing freedom in return for security. Others were the daughters of impoverished peasants, forced to come to him in order to lighten the load and exchange for a dowry. A few more were the fourth or fifth wives of patriarchs and bankers, sent by their husbands to learn how to satisfy the different "taste" of their husbands. He trained so many people that he forgot their names. Now he knew all of them very clearly. Ojal Nath was sold to Turkey; Her master died and passed her on to his son. Eric had to pay a huge amount of money to set

Dominique asked. "The trainers would be the cornerstones of the project. The slaves would be the result. I anticipate needing four house slaves, plus Jeannette, or someone like her. Our slaves would need to have a great deal of training on how to behave in public, Jeannette was out there as little as a year ago. Some minor training, and she'd be comfortable in a public setting. Our slaves would have to be chained up and I can't do that. Law enforcement would be aware of our activity sooner or later. If they arrive and find a woman chained to the basement wall, how long before they managed to get her to talk about how she got there?" Devon shook his head. "No, it's better to find willing part

Truth be told, Manny had trained him to be this agreeable. Manny, the slave-driving pimp who stole his childhood ten years ago, trained all of his whores to be agreeable to anyone and anything. Caleb became his crowning achievement. Having picked him up off the streets, Manny dangled the promise of riches in front of him. He trained him in the art of man-whoring, and sold him to the rich, depraved people trolling the streets after dark in their Mercedes and Jaguars, looking for boys to fulfill their evil, twisted fantasies.

[Hart’s POV] "On your knees, pet," Master Kane growled, his leather belt already looped in his hand. I dropped instantly, mouth watering, ass raised high like the obedient little whore he had trained me to be.. He stepped closer. The sound of his zipper lowering was slow, deliberate, a torture all its own. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already throbbing with veins that pulsed against my lips as he fed it into my waiting mouth. I opened wide, eager, desperate. He pushed forward without mercy until the head hit the back of my throat and I gagged hard.

They were given jobs in the castle and had a roof over their heads and food to eat. My father was furious with my decision but, to my mind, it was the best I could do for those people. Some of them had been traumatized so badly that they escaped and made their way into the castle, causing all sorts of problems. That was when I had the slave cells built. They spent their first year being locked away at night so we could basically retrain their minds.