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How I Became a Fag Slave… … and Learned to Love It. Ch 43

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By Robert | 1:34 PM EDT, Sun October 10, 2021
Ch 43

How I Became a Fag Slave...
... and Learned to Love It.

by usemeinva

Chapter 43

As dawn broke I awoke the slaves and informed them to get up and get cleaned up for the day and be quick about it. They scurried to the showers and returned in just a few minutes. I let the know that today was going to be a busy day for me and for them as well although much of their time would be pretty monotonous but tomorrow the potential Masters return and they had much to work on before that happens. There were largely going to work on eliminating the gag reflex today. But also would be going through and explaining some of what will happen tomorrow and the next day when they will be auctioned off.

I produced six dildo gags that were much larger than the ones they had previously worn. These were just big enough to trigger the gag reflex in their throats. I strapped them on each of the slaves. They each gagged some initially which was to be expected I watched them carefully and soon the reflex relaxed as I told them to focus on relaxing their throats and accepting the cock in their mouths. Next I told 6 to lead them to the weight room and to run them through their morning workouts and to have each of them put in a good hour on the treadmills. I also told him to keep a close eye on everyone I didn’t want anyone to suffocate. I also let him know that I was going to the Headmaster’s office to discuss the next few days and we would be watching on cameras in the gym.

He left with the slaves for the gym and I made my way to the Headmaster’s office where we did keep an eye on the slaves while we worked out the last few details about the viewing and the auction. I think we had everything to set to get the maximum benefit to making the most money possible for the school with the auction. Once we were done I quietly went to the gym and watched the slaves doing their workouts. I was pleased that they were all working hard. When they were done I lead them back to the classroom. I’m sure they thought that they could expect relief to their throats but it was only about to get worse, MUCH worse.

They entered the room to discover seven fucking machines set up. I had them kneel against the wall and their wrists were shackled behind their backs to eye hooks in the wall. I moved the fucking machines so that they would fuck the throats of the slaves. They would remain there the next few hours. I was pleased to see that after some initial difficulties the slaves rapidly learned to accept the invasion of their throats. Once their time on the fucking machines was up I gave them a short break but did let them know those machines would soon be back but will be used on a different hole next time.

It was nearly time for dinner and the teachers that went home for the break had arrived back at school. Pre-dinner the slaves would compete in another contest. I put spider gags on each of the slaves and had them kneel in a row in front of a blackboard. I wrote on the blackboard that the teachers were invited to spit, piss or blow snot in he slaves’ mouths. I let them know that the slave that got the most points based upon what they swallowed would receive a reward during tomorrow’s viewing. Spit was worth 1 point, piss 2 points and snot 3 points. I would keep track of the points so no one would know who was winning. I put blindfolds on each of them so they wouldn’t know which teacher was making use of whom. After a few minutes the teachers started arriving and looked at the blackboard and laughed at the slaves. Several of them pulled their cocks out and pissed down one of the slave’s throats. More of them spit and blew snot in the slave’s mouths.

Once all of the teachers had passed I released the slaves and lead them to the dining hall for what I told them would be their last meals before the auctions. However I said I’m sure they will get plenty of piss and cum in the meantime. After dinner we returned to the weight room for a final pre-display workout. As they worked out I couldn’t help but smile at the progress they had made in such a short time. Once the workout was done. I lined them all up and did my own inspection of them before leading them back to the classroom and an early night so they would look their best for tomorrow.

 

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