usemeinva: How I Became a Fag Slave… … and Learned to Love It. by usemeinva Chapter 32Good morning
usemeinva: How I Became a Fag Slave… … and Learned to Love It. by usemeinva Chapter 32 Good morning slaves, time to get up. 2 assume the position to serve as urinal for everyone. He got on his knees, tilted his head back and opened his mouth. Each of the other slaves stepped up in turn and pissed in his mouth. Once everyone was done the slave asked me where he was to piss. I pointed to a drain hole in the floor near the corner of the room. I instructed him to kneel while he did so. Just when it was time for the teacher to come in and give the morning’s planned lesson on ass rimming. Another teacher entered the room and instructed us all to follow him. He said, “The urinals in the Senior wing are malfunctioning this morning we need you all to fill in for the morning piss of the Senior students. They should be fixed shortly but not having them available first thing this morning would create a problem. One that I understand you all have been trained to handle.” Once we reached the Senior wing toilet. We were each positioned in front of a urinal. Our wrists and ankles were all shackled together to keep us in that position. Soon the students started to enter and saw the “Urinals Out of Order - Please use alternate urinals provided” sign posted and several of the boys decided to hold it and walked out but most took their turn filling us with their gift. As trained each of us thanked the Sirs for their gift of piss. I was very proud of my slaves. Soon the rush of students was over and only a few stragglers remained until everyone was gone. “Now go clean up for breakfast, slaves. Your planned lesson will take place during your first period class today. You’ll need to make up the work but that can be arranged.” After we were unshackled I led the slaves to the slave showers and we all were cleaned in the same manner as the day before. Then breakfast which was the same meal we had received since I had arrived. Once breakfast was finished we went back to the room. I got the rimming stool in the corner out and set it down in front to the slaves who I had sit on the floor. The stool was like the seat on a toilet with legs. It was adjustable for the comfort of the man sitting on it. I liked this rimming stool. It at least had some bungee cords to hold the slaves head up to make serving the man easier. I went ahead and started the lesson while I waited for the teacher to arrive. I explained to the slave that rimming was using your tongue to bring pleasure to a man’s ass. I also explained that as a slave that it was their duty to serve in that capacity whenever and where ever their Master’s ordered them to. There may be times when the Master was less than perfectly clean down there and that was not their concern they were to do the task ordered by their Master. I could tell a couple of the slaves were grossed out by that thought. I explained that when the teacher came in that I would serve him regardless of his cleanliness. I also explained that I had been used as a full toilet by my Master and others and that someday they may be ordered to do that too. But before you are asked to do that there will be training to make it easier. Then I started explaining the art of rimming. I explained that first you wanted to lick the Master’s crack that you wanted to get it good and slick with your saliva. Once it is good and slick you wanted to turn your focus on the asshole of the Master. First you lick around the rim getting it wetter. The Master will enjoy this very much not only because it feels fantastic for him but also because he will likely enjoy the humiliation of you licking another man’s hole. Don’t worry about that. You will do much worse during your time as a slave. After a good long time your Master may wish you to insert your tongue into his hole and lick the inside. The deeper you can get the better. I had all the slaves stick their tongues out. About that time the teacher came in and dropped his pants and sat on the stool. I crawled under and began my demonstration. Apparently I was doing a good job because I could feel the teacher moaning. I could also faintly hear him talking to the slaves about rimming but I was so busy doing my job I really couldn’t hear what he was saying. After a short period the teacher stood and thanked me for the good job I did. I said thank you to him for the gift of him ass to serve. He pulled up his pants and left. It took me a moment to get my self together. I passed out a protein bar to each of the slaves and told them to eat that on their way to lunch that there would be another demonstration of their new skills at lunch. This time they would be blindfolded so they wouldn’t know whose ass they were licking. I instructed them to get to class for the rest of the morning. I spent the next couple hours getting the dining hall set up for the rimming demonstration. In seemingly no time I had my 6 slaves surrounding me ready to take their positions under the rimming seats. I informed them that they would be blindfolded but otherwise not restrained I wanted them to prove to me that they could submit without being forced to by their constraints. Each of the slaves took their positions under a seat. I passed out the blindfolds and the slaves put them on. Then I helped them to get in position so their faces were the right height for the student whom they would be rimming. Soon the students started taking their seats at the tables with their lunches. The Headmaster took the “stage” next to the slaves and announced that today we would have another demonstration of a new skill learned by our slaves-in-training. Today they have learned how to rim their future Master’s ass. A skill that they will likely be called upon to use frequently in their new lives. Now let’s have the student volunteers come out to provide the asses for the slaves to rim. Six boys came out in jockstraps only below the waist. They each took a seat over a slave. The revelation of the boys caused some snickers from the students. I looked to the Headmaster who I was standing next to whispered to me so that the slaves could not hear that each of the boys is the slave’s former roommate. The slaves were told to begin and they all started to service their boy’s asses. They had barely started with 6 screamed, “Gross! He fucking just shit in my mouth!” I looked to the Headmaster and said let me handle this and he nodded. I went over to the slave and jerked him out from under the boy. I told him to stand. I told him I didn’t care about his excuses. He was told this morning that when providing service to someone you do it regardless. He had a choice to get back under the student and finish his service or take a severe whipping and a shock to his balls with the cattle prod. He said he’d take the whipping that he just couldn’t eat shit. I had the same chain lowered for him that I had been connected to for my whipping on the first day. I connected his wrist and had him raised to that his toes barely touched the floor and then only if he stretched. I was handed the whip and I gave him twenty lashes to the back, twenty to his ass and another twenty to his thighs. He was definitely doing the dance of pain by the end. Hopefully he was learning his lesson. I handed off the whip and was handed the cattle prod in its place. I set it at the lowest setting and placed it against the slaves balls and gave him a shock. He reflexively pulled his legs up towards his chest. I asked him what was his choice. To continue his service now or take another shock at a higher setting? He chose another shock. Gladly I changed the setting on the prod to a medium setting and again placed the tip against his balls and pulled the trigger. Again he pulled his legs up and screamed that he would comply. I had him lowered and he could barely stand. I positioned him back under the seat and instructed him to complete his task. He did but did gag a few times. I felt bad for him, honestly I did. I had hoped to ease the slaves into eating shit but he didn’t have a choice and I couldn’t allow him to disobey. I’m glad he didn’t push it further because the next step was the highest setting on the prod and that would have likely caused severe damage to him. I didn’t want that. Once the demonstration was over the boys who had been service went out and returned wearing their pants and the slaves stood. I escorted them out of the dining room while the students finished eating. I informed the students because of 6 they would not get anything to eat the rest of the day. Their opportunity to earn a mattress tonight was also cancelled and I had something special planned for them after dinner. I would meet them at the gym after their afternoon exercise session. After that they were sent to their afternoon classes. Afterwards the future Masters received a training on disciplining a slave. I was told that I wasn’t needed that I had already provided an excellent demonstration. So I devoted my afternoon to preparing for my after dinner surprise for the slaves. Since it was the last night before winter break and the rest of the students departure the next day I felt the students might enjoy a bit of fun. For the slaves, not so much fun will be involved. I told the teacher of the afternoon Master’s training of my plan and to have the future Masters come to the gym after dinner. The slaves arrived after their training session and I informed them that I had a special exercise planned for them to help them get ready for the evening’s activity. They all had short heavy chained cuffs placed on their wrists and ankles. The wrists were locked behind the slave’s back. Now you are all to run laps around the gym while the students ate dinner. It was funny watching them try to run with the short chain on their ankle cuffs. Occasionally one of them would stumble and fall and without being able to use their hands they fell right on their faces. Then watching them try to get back up to continue as even funnier since their ankles were cuffed. Believe it or not this would be useful for them this evening. When it was about time for the Masters to come I placed blindfolds on the slaves. The Headmaster didn’t want the slaves to know who were the potential Masters until they were owned. I placed them all on one side of the gym. I invited the Masters to take positions on the other side. At that point I explained the game. We were going to play slave dodgeball. The Masters would have all the balls and the blindfolded cuffed slaves would have to dodge them. There was no elimination for the slaves. I gathered the Masters and informed them that the face and balls of the slaves was fair game but not to abuse it because they would want their slaves to not be ugly or be castrated because torturing balls was way too much fun for them not only today but for the rest of the slave’s lives. I turned and faced the slaves and told them that there was no elimination for them they could try to dodge the balls but I wished them luck. I moved to the sidelines and blew the whistle to start the game. All of the slaves were hit about the same time. Most of them in multiple locations. But the very first hit was to 4’s balls. He moaned a bit and then yelled out, “Thank you!” to the Master who hit him. The second hit was to his face and again he stood firm and again yelled, “Thank you, Sir!” 6 was the prime target however which only seemed fair since he was the cause of all of this. I hoped it would be the last time I had trouble with him. Hopefully one of the intended results of this would be pressure from the other slaves on him to keep himself in line. The other slaves got it pretty bad too. 2 took a direct hit to the balls which caused him to double over then he got hit in the head which only made him lose his balance and he fell on his face. He tried to get up several times before he succeeded every time he got to his knees a ball would hit him right in the balls and he’d fall over again in pain. I was definitely going to need to work on his pain tolerance. After approximately an hour of the game, I blew the whistle to end it. After the Masters left I went to each of the slaves and removed their masks. I then removed their shackles and made sure they were all able to walk back to our room. Once we were back in our own space I checked over everyone’s injuries. There were a couple busted lips and six pairs of very sore balls. I asked the slaves if they had learned their lesson? 6 nodded but the others gave me a blank stare. I shook my head and said, “When one of you fucks up all of you fuck up. Your actions have consequences not only for yourselves but for you all. Will there be any repeats of today?” All of the slaves shook their heads no. I told them that they were all going to “bed” early tonight but before they do I got 6 gags that had 4 inch dildos on the inside of them. I informed the slaves that they would all be wearing these tonight with their wrists shackled behind their backs. They all got on their knees and accepted the gags and the shackles. I also told them that if any of them needed to piss during the night to just hold it until morning when 6 would be the urinal. Before they went to sleep I reminded them that the students would leaving tomorrow for the holidays but as property it didn’t matter their lessons would continue without break. Tomorrow they would give a holiday gift to any and every student who asked. But more about that tomorrow morning. With that I turned off the lights and enjoyed a bit of extra rest before what I was sure would be a busy day tomorrow. -- source link