Gay Slave Training Novels & Stories

Adam's image of pleasuring me makes my cheeks turn red like tomatoes. No one dared to touch me, never in my life. Grandpa always told me it's normal to have sex with someone you don't know. Just be careful. When I was in college, many men tried to court me, but because of my grandpa's strict mess and my disapproval, I never got one until the day I graduated. I am still naked. The thing between my thighs wasn't aching anymore. I think it's because of how rough Adam is. His whiskers made my femininity swollen! It tickles, yes, but it makes it red.

I turn around to meet his chest, and naughtily grabs his balls, "They're soft too." He groans when I cup them, "Don't do it. I still want kids." I ignore his warning and let them roll on my palm, just playing with them like they're two big marbles, "Gay dads are so hot." "Yeah?" "The whole thing about being masculine and sexy but you can't get your hands on them, or the fact they'll never be interested in you, makes them soooo much hotter." Then I realise he's semi-hard, again. But this time I'm not wearing make up, or have my hair curled, not even putting on the corset or fuck-me heels so what gives?

“Do you still consent to everything we do here? Remember your word.” I thought of the silk in my bag and the blindfolded darkness I had learned to trust. I thought of the way my voice trembled when I first admitted what I wanted. “Yes,” I said. “I consent.” She smiled, satisfied. “Then follow me.” The training room smelled of waxed wood and a faint tang of iron. It was smaller than the main chamber but more intense for it — built for learning, for repetition. Racks of implements lined one wall: floggers coiled like sleeping vines, paddles of different weights, cuffs and chains polished to a dull shine. A few low platforms and a bench were arranged like stations in a classroom. There were no

I scream into my own forearm as the first orgasm rips through me, thighs clamping around his head, heels digging into his back. He stands, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, spins the chair around. “Bend over it.” I fold myself over the leather seat, palms flat on the cool mahogany, ass up. He flips my skirt higher, rips the thong clean off. “Advanced glute training,” he says, voice rough. “You ready?” I nod, breathless. “Yes, Sir.” He spits on my asshole, works one thick finger in, then two, scissoring until I’m pushing back, begging.

“Today we break you in properly. By the end of this, you won’t remember what it feels like to be a normal girl.” They made her crawl first. On hands and knees down the long white corridor, ass high, back arched. Every few meters one of the trainers slapped her fat ass hard, making it jiggle. The collar chain dragged on the floor. Her perky tits swayed beneath her. She felt like an animal, and her pussy was already getting wet again. In the main training room they strapped her into a special chair with her legs spread wide open. One trainer took an electric razor and shaved her pussy completely bald. The vibrations buzzed against her swollen clit and made her moan. When it was smooth and pink

JULIA I thought we'd outgrown the Slave Trainer, being the properly trained slave sluts we were. Master had other ideas, however. Well within his prerogative, of course. Our orgasms did belong to him. Still, the Slave Trainer was so fucking diabolical. Every time we got close to an orgasm, it shut off, and we came close to climax multiple times during the day. It slowed our work, we became so desperate, yet we could see we would finish anyway. I wanted nothing more than for Lisa to get me off in anyway she could. We might have gotten away with it while the fucking Trainers were charging, but if we weren't obedient slaves, then all we were was neighbors fucking against my husbands wishes, a f

Trixie assigned excellent dancers to teach the slow learners. The trainees were also happy to know they were not doing what they were supposed to learn today. It was a lesson about anal sex, and many of them were still feeling shy and resentful of this discussion, although they knew they would have to take it, one way or another. "Are they a new batch?" Asked Trisha as she noticed their lessons were for beginners. "Yeah, they only started a few weeks ago," Trixie replied. Trisha was about to say anything more when Trixie suddenly raised her hand.

John Deere didn't stop taunting Bash even with him behind bars, he sent messages to his calling him a whore and that he would always be his sex worker. He soon made a monster out of Bash because he couldn't forgive himself for actually enjoying the abuse. Even with extensive therapy, Bash didn't get better like the others in his shoes. Most of the boys that thought they were gay discovered that it was because their first time was with a man and decided to rediscover their sexuality but Bash who had always liked boys since he was nine did not blame John for his sexuality.

And damn it — it’s so cocky, cute, and unexpected — it works. It always works. Kiara and I are convinced there’s a secret ‘Hot Guy Sex Training Club’. A place where they teach men how to seduce the opposite sex. Or the same sex if they’re into that. Possibly named Boys Educational and Analytical Sex Training — BEAST for short. My brothers are clearly VIP members. “Let’s eat,” Enrique calls as they disappear. “I’m starving too!” I yell after them. They laugh. “It’s good to be a man,” someone mutters.

{Training} - Training activities will include: domestic skills training, offering of self on bended knee, proper answers, orgasm control, anal training to increase my ability to offer every hole as she wishes, learning to present myself as a submissive full of poise, grace, and beauty in public and private, learning protocols and rituals throughout this contract on an as-needed basis; any other training activities as Khali Luciano deems fit. {Orgasm Control}