Gay Slave Training Novels & Stories

"It's one of the islands of Ovzdusia. There, the slaves are bred. They stay with their birth-givers till they are five and then they are taken away from their 'homes'." My eyes widened. What the hell? "The boys are sent to train in different types of fighting techniques. And the girls are sent to learn about housekeeping stuff. And the ones who grow up to become beautiful are forced to become sluts and whores." I winced at his crudeness. "Sorry." He said softly. "After our training is completed, the strongest ones are turned into vampires and the rest of us are re-trained to do different tasks. And then we are sold to the highest bidder. It's Ovzdusia's biggest income. I've had one Master an

Yes slave trainers, it's the hardest type of training the company provides, only few would stay through this whole training program and enjoy it. First time we sat together it was just by chance, there was no place for me to sit but next to them, we met talked, they explained a bit about their life their way of training and everything else. They made me blush so badly talking about sexual punishment and pleasures, they told me the punishment can be just as much as enjoyable as being pleasured. That just opened door for a very long discussion, we decided to go out that night and continue our discussion over some drinks. Zeus offered to pleasure me while Athena offered a punishment so I can se

I'm sure this gay man woke up in his bed. "W-What? Can you say it again? Maybe I just heard wrong." The second time I rested deeply. "He found out my number." I crossed my two fingers. I'm sure he'll preach to me. "Why did you put your number in that school? It's late at night, brother. You're really testing your stupidity. What's your spare sim for?" "Eh, I forgot that." I couldn’t help but gasp with nervousness. "How am I going to do it tomorrow? I'm supposed to go with them!"

"It was just after my slavery started and Master gave me a task to perform. I had a seduce a sales clerk in a clothing store, licking her pussy and getting her to lick mine. If I couldn't seduce her to lick me, I had to wear a Slave Trainer all during our dinner out without any orgasms. If I seduced one into allowing me to lick her, I could have two orgasms, but only if I sucked Master off under the table to earn it. If she also licked me, I could have unlimited orgasms. I only earned the two orgasms so I was suffering quite a lot. Our waitress noted my suffering and asked for the reason. I told her I couldn't get a sales clerk to lick me. She offered to lick me herself if Master removed my

Plus she especially was inspired; Sam would swear Resha glowed with a unnatural erotic energy today. (The hetro service girls were trained in girl-girl sex by the two service girls with more lesbian experience. Then they had to pass a test to make their trainer happy. There were occasions when a demonstration or "pageant" was required for partners or clients, and the trainers wanted to feel good when they were on receiving end of their students' work.)

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

“I’ve always been plus-size, Ryan. You said you loved my body. You called me your goddess back then.” “That was before you stopped trying!” he shouted. “You sit at home making videos telling fat girls it’s okay to stay fat. Meanwhile I have to come home to this. No wonder I don’t touch you. Who wants to make love with someone who jiggles with every step?” Tears ran down my face. The argument grew hotter. We were both yelling now, faces close. “I’m trying!” I cried. “I hired a trainer like you wanted. I’m working out. But nothing is ever good enough for you. Maybe the problem isn’t me. Maybe you’re sleeping with other women and that’s why you can’t even make love to your own wife!”

the priest droned on. People like us? PEOPLE LIKE US?! Oh, I swear to Lady Gaga, I will burn this entire camp to the ground. But, you know, internally. Out loud, I just folded my arms and looked iconic. You're welcome, gays. I’m basically saving our community right now by keeping every violent thoughts to myself. The so-called morning exercise began. Picture a bunch of nuns clapping while we did jumping jacks like sinners at boot camp. I was glaring at the holy squad the whole time when Damian muttered.

Regardless of the lack of affirmation from Roth, Craig was continuing to speak, “I know you're wondering, so: A power bottom is a man who both receives the penetration and dominates during sex, taking control of things like speed, depth, and position.” “Contrary to straight sex, gay sex isn't Nike: You can't just do it. You have to think about things. What did you eat last night? How clean are you? Is there lube nearby? Anal is a bit more complicated and often more painful than vaginal sex. Therefore, gay men don't always have the luxury of getting it on at the drop of a hat.”

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.