by usemeinva

Chapter 9

The next morning I awoke much more rested. I actually found myself looking forward to whatever training would bring for the day. The Trainer arrived so I was permitted to remove the plug from my ass. I inserted it in my mouth to make sure it was clean not that it was very dirty. I left it on my blanket and lined up with the rest of the slaves to be led to the mess. Breakfast consisted of the usual piss oatmeal washed down by piss. After breakfast, we were escorted to the classroom where there was a Trainer waiting for each of us. We were told that a number of local schools had noticed the increasing number of slaves in their communities and wanted to provide their students some education on slavery and how to treat slaves and the responsibilities of ownership. It also provides a good opportunity for Elite Slave Auctions to reach out and market to potential buyers. So each of you will be taken to a different school with a trainer who will answer questions from students in classes and use you for a demonstration. You are to obey any and every order given to you. We all nodded.

We were ordered to stand and follow our trainers to another room to be prepared. We were showered and thoroughly cleaned inside as well. After we had dried in the drying room we were separated and each went to a different room. The room I entered was dark and black with a single light shining down from the ceiling on a black-covered table it looked like rubber. I was told to lay down on the table which confused me as I was supposed to be leaving to go to school. They had me lay with my arms by my side and legs together. Another rubber sheet with a hose built-in was lowered over me and the underside end of the hose was put in my mouth. The sheet was laid over me and all of a sudden I felt a suction as all the air between the sheets was sucked out. I was shrunk wrapped inside with only that hose to breathe through. I was seriously starting to get freaked out. But I calmed myself by thinking that I had no control. They weren’t going to hurt me I had to trust them.

Once all the air was gone the frame was lifted from the table and I was suspended in the rubber sheets. I assume I was taken to a vehicle to be transported to the school. It was a weird sensation to be kinda weightless suspended like that unable to move even a fraction of an inch. After what seemed an eternity but really I had no concept of how long the van came to a stop. I assumed we arrived at the school. The frame was removed from the van and I was transported into the school and to wherever we were going to be doing our demonstration. I could feel that I was placed so I was vertical as if I were standing if I was able to put my feet on the ground. I could hear the trainer talking but really couldn’t understand what he was saying Finally at one point I felt him make reference to me Then I could feel the suction release and I dropped to the floor. I was very disoriented but felt I was in a strangely familiar place at the same time. I was told to stand and the trainer commented about how to train and punish a fag slave. I was ordered to turn my back to the students who my eyes hadn’t adjusted to the light enough to see yet. I was told to bend over and expose my hole to the students. The trainer demonstrated how to punish a slave by paddling my ass several times. As my vision started to clear I became aware of where I was to my shock and horror. It was my old high school. I was then told to stand upright and my back was flogged several times as part of the demonstration. I was in such a shock I didn’t comprehend much more than the commands given me by the trainer.

I was ordered to turn around and the worst of my possible nightmares came true. Not only was I at my old school but my sixteen-year-old brother was one of the students in the class. He could not have looked more uncomfortable if he was up here in my place. All of his friends were witnessing me being used. I could tell his discomfort level increased more and more as the session went along. Eventually, he raised his hand to ask a question. “Sir may I use the restroom. I have to go really bad.”

I could tell that he really just wanted to escape and try to get away from the entire situation.

“Sure son, come on up here and you can use the faggot as your personal toilet. That’s what they are for.”

The look on his face I could tell he just hoped the floor would open up and swallow him whole. I don’t blame him I probably would wish for the same if I were him. He was pulled forward to stand in front of me. I looked up at him and with all the love and concern for him that I could muster I whispered to him, “It is ok Bob. I don’t mind. Just get it over with. I just hope you don’t end up here too thanks to our Father.”

I could see that he hadn’t seriously given that much thought until that point. He whispered back, “He promised me it wouldn’t.”

I was instantly relieved. I just hoped I could believe my former father. Bob did pull his cock out and aimed it at my mouth careful not to let the others see it. I nodded to him and he let a dribble of piss fall into my mouth. The trainer said, Come on Son surely you have more than that. Don’t be concerned with who the faggot is. He is not your brother anymore. He is simply a faggot to be used and abused.”

Bob sighed and released the rest of his piss load down my throat. He zipped up and returned to his seat. One other student laughed at me and said that he wanted a blow job he heard faggots were good at it. The trainer looked at the teacher of the class who just shrugged and the student jumped up and inserted his cock down my throat and I gave him the blow job he desired. At that point, the bell rang and the students left.

That was repeated several more times during the day for different classes. Apparently, the word got out about the blow job and the urinal use to the later classes and there were more and more requests. At the end of the day, one student said he needed to go to the bathroom but it wasn’t to piss and I was made to eat the shit out of his hole. I was glad I had the training I had gotten the day before.

After the last class, I was ordered to carry the frame with the rubber sheets back to the van. Surprisingly the trainer allowed me to sit in the shotgun seat on the way back. He told me that the next several days of training will be some of the worst of my time at the Center but he thought that I was more than ready.

I started to ask him about my brother and he assured me that he was right that they had tried to buy us as a set as it would bring more money but their father refused that he would not allow the other son to be purchased at any price. I was relieved and that knowledge made my future a bit easier because I didn’t want Bob to go through what I have had to go through.

We returned to the Center. I was allowed my meal of piss oatmeal and piss and then ordered to bed with my plug.