Gay Slave Training Novels & Stories

"Ayy, there's a handsome bodyguard named Ms. Vee. That's a waste." "Maybe sir is tired of hiring people who look like they are from another planet." Is this gurly talking about me? Suddenly another assistant came. "Stupid, don't wish for that. Don't you know? It's a gay yarn, guys, so shut your drooling mouth." "Is that gay? look at him, he's like Adonis--" "Ms. Vee might hear you ouyy!" They suddenly stopped talking when they saw Ms. Vee.

My pulse kicked hard. He kept going like it was casual. “Girls try sometimes. Tease around the rim, lick a little, then quit. Never commit. Never really go for it.” He shifted. Adjusted himself through the shorts. The fabric tented more. “You’re gay. You’d know how to do it right. No half-assing.” My mouth went dry. “I’m not asking you to suck me off,” he added fast. Defensive. “Just… rim me. Help a brother out. No homo man.”

Roman picked up the cup and went back to the cart and refilled it before bringing it back over to me. “I can’t do it Levi. I can’t just let her go in there and be somebody's sex toy. How can you even allow that to happen? Your totally okay with someone touching, hitting her, raping her? Daily, Levi. They do this Daily to those women.” he said frustration leaking out of every word spoken. “No, I am not totally okay with someone touching her. And we have a plan for that. She is going to get individualized training. Gabi is going to personally train her. Even Cain, Abel, Reign and Remmie volunteered to train them…” I began to explain.

"Yes. I can't offer you...WE can't offer you what they have. The supervision. The training. The money when you're done. You'll be set for life. We can't go back to how things have been. I see now that this is the best way forward." So he didn't want to stand in my way, or he didn't want me? Did it matter? It did matter, but I felt like he wasn't giving me a choice here, so it added up the same. I took a deep breath. "I'm sure my Masters know what is best for me. I'm sure if you think I am worthy, Sir, that I will be safe with you. I accept your offer." "Excellent! We'll send a slave trainer to collect you in a few days. He'll be piercing your nipples and your labia - we find the rings are an

"Zachariah has also mentioned that there are sex slave camps as well..." "Well, there are 3 main illegal packs, camps or villages, the first two you know the Sex and the slave, now they really speak for themselves. The sex slave camps, packs or villages, what they are called depending on who's territory you are in at the time, are used to train both males and females in sexual pleasure but it is not a willing choice, most are sold into the camps and are forced to submit or face punishments. The slave camps, packs, or villages are used again to train both males and females in the art of service. Most are part of a slave village and then are sent to a sex village once they are of age... It is

The guy said and opened a door for them to go into. "You should really take care of your trust issues big man" Scott said and winked at the man who wondered what Scott was talking about. They met other people on their way in who gave them weird faces,they also met the guard who will take them to the inner room. They were searched again before going into the inner room. Inside the inner room,were mostly people in suits,they looked important, special girls were assigned to each men to make them happy. "So this is where the icons come to do their dirty things,I'm sure those old men have wives at home" Scott scoffed and shook his head as they followed a guard.

I couldn’t name earlier. “Do you know what this is?” He asked. I shook my head. “Your former masters didn’t use one on you before? No wonder you can barely control this.” He let out, touching my dick with his feet. I tried to ignored how that felt. “This is a cock cage for your cock. Jamin, I decide when it’s allowed for you to come and I’m going to train you with this.” I blinked. Oh, does that prevent me from coming? I watched as he leaned downward, flicked a finger at my dick before entrapping it.

If it wasn’t for his shows in California, I would have left everything and gone back to New York in a heartbeat. I browse through some work emails, and an email from Dom’s club catches my attention. Subject: Invite for Sub’s training ‘Dear Sophia, We received your interest in the Sub’s training. Here is our formal invite for you. Please pay the donation to book your spot. During this training we will identify your kinks, whether it lies in bondage and discipline, dominance and submission, or sadism and masochism.’ I take a quick glance and my eyes widen to notice the fee of 100k a year. What services do they provide with this huge money? Or is it the high standard of being rich?

He snapped. Nougat made a contemptuous facial expression after hearing the list of responses. He snorted and nodded his head in feigned agreement. "Yup. You're not gay, boy! You're just a f***ing sad guy! Disgusting!" he retorted with sarcasm (gay also means happy).

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