Novel & Cerita Gay Slave Training

“Since you want to show off your young body to other shifters, you’ll need to become familiar with the male form. A shifterless bastard child like you will never expect to see a male form any other way.” Instead of going closer to him, Kataya backed away. This wasn’t training. This was abuse. It was the beginning of sexual abuse. “But Elder Sanchez…” “No buts. This is a part of your training. It was written down in the sacred book. You have to go through hardship so the moon goddess can bless you with a shifting form.” Tears cascaded down her cheeks. this kind of training was wrong. She didn’t want to go through this. “But elder…” she wiped at her tears. “I’m only ten. This isn’t right.”

This was the room in which average joe transformed into a sex slave, he realised, if he was too shy to walk in his gear, or afraid of being arrested, which was also a possibility, he added with a smirk. “What you are about to participate in,” Vixen said to him and there was an absolute seriousness to her tone that impressed itself upon him. “Is called a humiliation training session. It is something that should only be partaken by experienced Dommes and subs, who have an established relationship of trust and respect and only with the agreement of both parties.” “Humiliation play and respect, seem to be mutually exclusive,” Raven commented.

I rounded the corner and stopped breathing. Gale was on his knees with his face buried between Logan Reeves’ legs. Logan, his so-called business partner who came over twice a week for “late-night strategy sessions.” There was a younger man I’d never seen before bent over the couch arm while another stranger fucked him from behind. A full orgy. All men. All of them naked and sweating and laughing. My brain couldn’t process what I was seeing. Gale always talked about how ‘disgusting’ homosexuality was, how unnatural it was, how pack traditions forbade such behavior. He’d shamed people for it publicly. And now he was here doing this.

This was the room in which average joe transformed into a sex slave, he realised, if he was too shy to walk in his gear, or afraid of being arrested, which was also a possibility, he added with a smirk. “What you are about to participate in,” Vixen said to him and there was an absolute seriousness to her tone that impressed itself upon him. “Is called a humiliation training session. It is something that should only be partaken by experienced Dommes and subs, who have an established relationship of trust and respect and only with the agreement of both parties.” “Humiliation play and respect, seem to be mutually exclusive,” Raven commented.

The maids look puzzled, they have seen alot of things to day but this one was weird to them, they have never seen they master laugh like someone who is going nut. " what funny. Why are you laughing " I asked bitterly. " do you think they are going to believe. Everyone thinks am a gay. So they are not going to believe " he smirked which left me awe. I walked to me and dragged me by the hand, I tried to free myself from him but his grip was stronger. He pushed me to the wall and caged me between his hands. " let me go " I keep crying and struggling but he refuses. Seeing that he would let me go, I decided to find and alternative to escape. My eyes caught a vase by my side. I picked it up and s

"It sounds like a Slave Trainer." "What's a Slave Trainer?" "A device Master possesses which was invented by a demon from hell who hated women. It's the worst punishment Master imposes on his slaves. It vibrates against our clits and in our pussy until just before we cum, then shuts itself off. As soon as the worst of it passes, it starts again. It's fiendish."

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.

even the 4rt Slave named Kathleen moan and call Shun's Name as if Shun Yu was the one played it, they played there cli-t in a fast pace so they can enjoy more pleasure that they want, they are so wet that there sweet juice fragrance invading the room,. "69" Shun Yu said then the 2 slave stop then nodded, they position themselves a 69 position then 3rd and 4rt spread there legs,. 3rd Slave Shane was on top who was facing 4rt Slave's Wet pinkish p*ssy she even lick her lips when she saw it then 4rt slave Kathleen who was at the bottom facing the dripping wet p*ssy of 3rd Slave Shane the juice slowly dripping on her face that she happily open her mouth to wait for it to drop.

Afterward, he rolled his chair back and looked down at me. “Stand up. Bend over the desk again.” My jaw ached and my knees were sore, but I did what he said. This time he fucked me slowly, almost gently, while he told me exactly what he was going to do to me over the next few months. “I’m going to train this tight little ass,” he said, pressing his thumb against my hole. “I’m going to stretch it until you can take my cock without crying. And when I’m done, I’m going to let some of the other senior staff use it too. Would you like that, Isla? Being passed around like a campus whore?”

ALPHA NATE The ceremony or the ceremony of shame as my pack members like to call it is a ceremony made specially for dickless males. I watch as my barely conscious ex-beta is being dragged around with his abomination of a mate. Whenever someone comes out as being gay in my pack, he's being bullied big time and dragged around for all to see. The ceremony was created to set examples to others and also to teach the gay couple a lesson. In their next life, they'd rather not come to the world than to come gay.