Gay Slave Training Video Novels & Stories

he yelled, then stared at Tyler when he didn’t move and said more quietly, “You will pay for ever questioning my authority.” “Oh, I’m so scared! Some creep that can’t get women the normal way, so he has to intimidate and force himself onto them instead, is going to come after me. What are you going to do? Force yourself onto me now?” “You fucking wish!” “No, that you’re wrong about. I’d rather force myself straight than ever touch you. You repulse me. Just like I’m sure you repulse every woman in and outside of this training class.” “Fucking faggot!”

Allison asked again. "Yes..the same one" "Oh my gosh! That hot dude? I heard rumors that he's gay from staff" "Gay? I think I heard about it from him too.But I'm not so sure about it. Anyways he was drunk when we did it" Kylie said. "I still find this so hard to believe Kylie" "Again.. I got involved with his mother and we went for a family dinner where I passed out and found out that I'm allergic to shrimps" Kylie said in a rush.

Those broad shoulders and commanding grip, the same coiled power I’d felt when he draped his arm over me in the diner. I hovered over one file, and clicked before I could think. The video thumbnail expanded. It was a guy bound to a headboard, wrists cuffed, legs spread. Another man, tall, dark-haired with his face cropped out, stroked him teasingly slow, whispering something that made the bound one arch and beg. The voice in the preview clip was low, controlled. Familiar. I slammed the laptop shut. Heart in my throat. He’s gay. Or bi. Or… something.

His tiny, smooth clit was locked away in a shiny metal cage, the keyhole winking mockingly at the men who surrounded him. This was his third session with Jamal’s group, and Clay’s mind was still reeling from the revelations of the previous two encounters. He had thought it was just a hot porno setup, a young twink servicing older black men who needed a tight hole to breed. But Jamal had other plans. He wanted to train Clay as a permanently locked faggot, a pet for the group to use whenever they needed to relieve their urges.

- Are you crazy or what, you forget that Sophia rubs off my video. - The video where you get sodomized by a minister… he said laughing. -At least I got sodomized by a heterosexual man but not by a gay man in the truest sense of the word, you fell so low sleeping with that rotten Samba kassé. - Don't judge me, I had no choice, I had to do it otherwise I would be unmasked, he knew I was selling drugs and I didn't want to end my life behind bars, at least I did

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).

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

We quickly grabbed our crates and continued working. ************ As I walked home that night, the only thing on my mind was. “10k per session” With my numerous part time jobs, I barely make quarter of that in a month. And it wasn’t even 10k per month! It could be more, depending on how many times you meet the person. Damn. Was I seriously considering selling myself right now? I would be doing things with a man. Was I even gay? I don’t know. I’ve watched a few BL stuff, I’ve also watched straight stuff, what does that make me?

Pleasure, so much pleasure it’s building in my core and has me moaning like a whore. That’s when I realize Killian is turning me into a sex slave. That’s what he’s training me for. It shakes me to the core, but in a strange way. I want to be his whore and only his. Maybe it’s because I can handle one man using me for his pleasure especially if he’s willing to give pleasure in return, but multiple men using me scares the hell out of me. Thankfully, Killian has agreed to the majority of my request. I might have to suck up a few training sessions with Emmett, but I know Killian won’t let him bed me. If it’s just touching I might be able to get around it and it will only be one other person. It

uncle Joe who was a little surprised at Anslem considering his age asked. “I just discovered that I love to be penetrated and I enjoyed it so much." He said as he gradually dressed up. " If you continue like this, you will never fail any of my subjects in this examination and you're going to really enjoy this school because ninety eight percent of the teachers and students are gay lovers” uncle Joe said as he composed himself and adjusted his neck tie to step outside. “One more thing sir." Anslem said as uncle Joe who was taller and more huge than him turned facing him.