
How I Became a Fag Slave...
... and Learned to Love It.
by usemeinva
Chapter 13
In no time it was time to rise to endure whatever our Trainers had planned for us. We were led down to the main level and out into the open space in front of the Punishment Center right in the center of the Training Center. The same place I was displayed with my tongue nailed when I first arrived just over a week ago. When we got there we saw six boxes that looked liked clear coffins but smaller and without any padding. Once I got closer I noticed that it was worse than no padding, the interior of each of the “coffins” was covered with small nails or large thumbtack pins. We were each positioned next to one of the coffins. The Trainers produced a blindfold for each of us and a set of wireless earbuds that were inserted in our ears. Through the buds, we were instructed to climb into the coffins and sit up for the blindfolds to be placed over our eyes. The instructions said to lay back at that point I could hear as if there was a microphone in the coffin the lid closing. The nails hurt like hell that is for sure. I just knew when we were permitted to get out I was going to be like Swiss cheese.
The voice in the buds said to get as comfortable as we could this would be our home for the next twenty-four hours. The voice also recommended not to move much if at all because with not much movement the other nails will get you too. “Don’t worry you won’t get bored; we have pre-programed a nice selection for you to listen to during the next twenty-four hours. You can try to sleep and you may succeed but we’ll do everything to make sure you stay awake. If you need to piss go ahead it will drain out of the bottom of the coffin into a bucket which you will then be able to drink by sucking the straw above your mouth to each of your rights. I would recommend not shitting because that will get messy. You haven’t had much to eat in the last few days on purpose for this reason so hopefully, it won’t be a problem.”
“Don’t worry about the piss buckets being empty your Masters were more than pleased to provide you with something to drink. Yes for many of you this will be the first taste you will have of your Master’s piss. Learn to savor it. It is your reason for existence. I’m going to leave you alone for now but I’ll be back later.”
At that point, there was a long period of nothing but static. I had hoped the white noise might allow me to fall asleep because with basically three hours of restful sleep in the last several days I could definitely use some. Just as I was about to doze off the voice in the earbuds laughed and said, “Nice try slave. Let me give you something to listen to for a while.” The Barney song started playing that song would stay on repeat for what seemed like hours. There was no sleeping during that. Then the voice returned but this time I could tell that it was just a recording. It repeated the lesson I learned my first day in the classroom here:
- You have no rights.
When you were enslaved, you relinquished all rights you have no say in what he does to you. He can do anything he pleases: hit you, torture your cock and balls, burn you with cigarettes, cut you, leave you chained for an indefinite time period, forcing you to publicly humiliate yourself. Your “limits” are the limits of his imagination.
- You are property.
Your master owns you. Everything you do in life is now secondary to your service to him, and will only be allowed to be pursued if he allows it. Your “he” pronoun will be replaced with “it.” You will refer to yourself as “it” instead of “I.” Forget that he has a name…to you, he will always be “Sir” or “Master.”
- He WILL hurt you.
A sadist enjoys inflicting pain. Your job is to take whatever pain he plans to dish out.
- You WILL eat disgusting things.
Think of shit, piss, cigarette butts, food waste, and garbage as things you will be consuming as food and drink. If he’s really sadistic, add dog food to that menu as well. Not only will you eat those things, but you will also thank him every time he feeds them to you.
- He is NOT your friend or your lover.
Your master is not there to be kind to you, to consider your feelings and desires, or to treat you like an equal. This isn’t a BDSM scene that ends with a nice aftercare session, where he treats your marks and bruises before wining and dining you. When he’s done beating you, you go back into bondage wherever he has you stored when you are not in use. Forget having any feelings for him. They will not be returned. He will love and fuck anyone he wants, but it will not be you. The only thing you may get to experience from that is being fed the used condom when he’s done.
- If he’s straight, you will NOT have access to his cock.
Forget being used as a dick-sucking machine. If he’s straight, he’s straight. He will torture your cock, but will not suck it. He will torture your ass, but will not fuck it. He will make you wear a device that will torture your dick as soon as it gets hard, just so that you don’t get the idea that he has any interest in pleasing you sexually.
- If he’s gay or bi, you are simply a masturbation device.
You will only suck his cock or be fucked by him when he can’t get it or doesn’t want it from a better source. With you, he knows he does not have to practice safe sex or wear a condom. He also knows he can just fuck you and then chain you back up when he’s done. He can also use you as a party favor for his friends, who also know they don’t have to wear condoms when they fuck you. As a subhuman, you accept any load you are given, poz or neg. Asking about status will get you severely punished.
- There is no such thing as rape.
All sex that will be done to you by your Master or your Master’s friends is inherently consensual. As a subhuman, you have no right to refuse.
- Life will get dull and boring most of the time.
When you’re not in use, you are stored in what will likely be a hot, cold, smelly, untidy, and filthy place. This is where you will stay the majority of the time. You will have no books to read, no laptops, no television, no phones, nothing that isn’t specifically authorized by your Master. You will stare at walls for any hours you are not sleeping. And when it’s time to be used, it won’t matter whether you’re sleeping or not. Because as a subhuman, your comfort does not matter.
- A subhuman is at peace with its reality.
Unlike a BDSM sub, who goes back to a normal life once the scene is over, you know that your place is below that of humans. Nevertheless, you have a useful function in society. Violent men hurt you so that they don’t hurt people. Rapists rape you so that they don’t rape women. You help a person to show his best face to others because his worst face is reserved for you. Your servile and subhuman existence nurses the need for a person with low self-esteem to feel superior to something. The function that you serve is one no person ever wants to. But a true subhuman is at peace knowing that it has a purpose and lays down and takes the beatings and the abuse gracefully.
Clearly, the intention was to brainwash us, it was too late I had already accepted my fate I had long ago figured if I was bought that night the only ones there were my friends. They would not be too harsh to me as their slave or at least I hope so. I never thought they would do the things they did to me that night either. After all of that was repeated over and over about one hundred times. The static came back. Then the song Ninety-Nine Bottles of Beer on the Wall started and it went all the way through to the end. The lesson started repeating again after the song. Followed by more static then this was repeated like the other:
Rules for Cocksuckers:
- It’s not about you. You exist to be used as a convenient outlet for real Men who need to be serviced. Nothing more. Your focus is to be on your Feeder and His Dick.
- It’s your place to take / swallow anything a Feeder wants to give you from His Cock. you will be a willing cum hole, urinal, and spit receptacle. If it comes from a Superior Male, it belongs inside you.
- Your mouth goes where ever your Feeder wants it to go. If He wants your mouth on His Cock, it goes there. If He wants you to lick His balls, lick them. If He wants you to lick His Asshole, lick it.
- All Feeders are your Superiors. you will address every Man that uses your mouth as SIR unless instructed otherwise. A Feeder may address you however He sees fit, including names like "bitch" "cocksucker" "cunt" "whore" etc. He’s not being mean, He’s just pointing out the reality of what you are.
- You will eagerly service your Superior, as well as ANYONE else He wants you to service.
- If a Man offers you His cock, it’s your job to suck it. No questions asked. you have chosen to make your mouth available on an as-needed basis, and it should be available whenever a Superior Male needs it.
- Learn to deep throat Cocks. Men have the right to be taken all the way to the balls if that’s what they want.
- NEVER push a Man away just because He gets a bit rough with you. you are servicing a MAN and should be willing to deal with everything that that entails, including a little rough treatment.
- When being used by a Superior Male, your hands should be anywhere but on your own dick. (See Rule 1). If you are jerking on your little cock, you are NOT adequately focused on your Feeder.
- You will update your Feeders with your availability on a regular basis, and make sure you are available at those times.
- Keep your mouth and body healthy and clean. See your dentist every 6 months to prevent gum disease or any other condition that might put your suckhole out of commission. Keep your body clean, and if you are overweight, work on getting lighter. This will allow you to appeal to the broadest range of Feeders.
- When a Man is done using your mouth, you will thank Him for using you and thank Him for His Sperm. If He has brought another Man with Him, you will thank Him for doing so and thank His friend for using you.
- REMEMBER: you are a cocksucker. you exist to suck cock and be used as a cum dump.
After that lesson was repeated at least one hundred times. It all started over again and again and again. Once the twenty-four hours were up they came and removed us from the coffins. We were showered and cleaned up surprisingly I wasn’t even bloody from the nails. But I would certainly feel them digging into my flesh for hours if not days. We were led back to our room where the trainer told us how pleased with how we had done. The crowd of visitors to the Center definitely enjoyed the show we put on for them. He said that was to serve as a lesson to us. There will be times that your Master’s do not have time to deal with us or want us out of the way so there may be times where we will be out of our Master’s need be confined for extended periods of time. They may also do it as punishment if we misbehave. We were instructed to get some rest tomorrow because they had lots of fun planned for us the next day. Soon we were all asleep. It had been a long time since we’d been allowed that luxury.