Date: Thu, 23 Nov 2023 09:39:28 -0500 From: slave boy Subject: MSDS Society Chapter 6 Summary: Life on campus with Master Alex. Slave david is shown what life will be like on campus. He will be getting an education like no other. What will it be like to be a slave to a Master in college that is controlled by a secret Society for Masters and slaves? Categorization: Gay, Authoritarian, Family, Anal and Oral Sex, Master and Slaves, BDSM, Slave Training, and Piss (water sports). Warning!: This chapter includes more intense punishments with the use of canes and whips. If you are not comfortable with reading about someone being severely punished then please move on. Please consider donating to Nifty.org so this wonderful service continues for years to come. Thank you! https://donate.nifty.org Chapter 6 Life on Campus with Master Master hugs me for a long time as I cry in his arms. Slowly, I come down from the intensely pleasurable high that I have never experienced in my life. The real world starts to come back into focus. Yet, the rules continue to loop in the back of my mind. Master moves my arms so they wrap around his body then picks me up and carries me to his bed. He lays me on the bed and climbs in with me. I'm facing him as he grabs both sides of my head and then kisses me passionately. Our tongues intertwine and dance as lovers would. After a long while Master finally breaks the passionate embrace and lines up his cock to my hole. He pushes in allowing my hole to wrap around the big mushroom head. He slowly enters me deeper and deeper. When Master is fully in me, he resumes our passionate kissing while he slowly moves in and out, fucking me so tenderly. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him in with each thrust. I am falling in love with Master just as I did with his brother. He fucks me for hours while we make out so intensely that I never want this moment to end! Master carries me from the bed to the couch and then out to the balcony. He even fucks me hard up against the railing. I moan out in pleasure as he makes me his lover, slave, property, or whatever he wants me to be. I start to beg him to take me harder and deeper. Out on the balcony, I yell out to everyone on the island that I am his, I belong to my Master. There are only slaves on campus at this time since school has not started yet. Yet, I don't care! I so want the whole God Dam world to know I belong to Master. The groundworker slaves look up at us on the balcony fucking like lovers would then go back to their work assignments not paying any attention to the loud fucking going on above them. Master moves me back into our room, fucking me up against the wall. After a while, he fucks me all over the room, and finally, we end up back on the bed. Master finally growls into my ear as he unloads into my hole. He then wraps his strong arms around me, spooning me. I'm exhausted and thoroughly spent! He whispers in my ear, "Sleep now, slave". So, I relax in my Master's arms, close my eyes, and fall into a deep sleep. I wake in the middle of the night with Master's cock growing inside me. I wonder if Master is still asleep or waking up? However, hearing Master snoring only confirms he is asleep. His massive arms are still wrapped around me so there is no way to get up to take a piss which I desperately need. Master then starts talking in his sleep, saying shit like "Take that cock you fucking animal." or "You know what you are slave". Is Master dreaming about me? At one point, Master pulls me closer, pressing my back into his wide chest. Master then starts fucking me in his sleep, continuing to degrade some slave which I can only assume is me. He fucks for about 30 minutes then stops for a while. Only to start back up 20 minutes later. This seems to go on all night long never waking him up. It is hard to believe that I am used as a fuck toy for his dreams and there is nothing I can do about it. Finally, Master wakes while he is in the middle of fucking me hard. Master whispers, "Oh, how nice! I always love waking up deep in a tight hole. Get used to this every night, slave. I just love fucking a slave's hole while dreaming of hot sex!" Oh, Fuck! Master knows he was fucking me while he was sleeping and this is going to happen every night! How am I going to get any rest? From this day on, Master fucks me in his sleep every night. I learned to take little cat naps and then sleep some even as he is fucking while he sleeps. When I'm especially tired I sleep throughout most of the night only to be woken up if Master wakes in the middle of the night, to really pound me hard so he can shoot his load. Then goes right back to sleep only to slowly fuck me again. Sometimes Master has a wet dream, shooting in me while asleep. Those are the nights I get the most rest because it takes a little more time for Master to start fucking me again. Many nights I try to get him to have a wet dream by squeezing my hole tight. I think this has trained my hole to stay tight which Master always brags about to his friends (other Masters). They have no idea Master is training his slave while he is asleep! However, I think Master knows what I am trying to do to get him to cum. I think he likes training me while he is asleep. It means he literally controls me 24/7. Master loves his control over me. When Master finally wakes up in the morning, he is still deep inside, holding me tightly to his strong body. He whispers, "Slave, close its hole tight." I do as ordered thinking he is going to fuck me again. Except, I am surprised when hot liquid starts filling my hole. OH, FUCK! Master is pissing inside me. He growls, "Slave, don't fucking spill a drop or it will fucking regret it. If it thinks the caning you received yesterday was bad, wait until you disappoint me again, slave!" I am now afraid to find out what punishment I would receive if I disappoint him once again. So, I tighten my hole more around Master's cock, as he slowly removes his cock. Fearing I might leak piss, I cup my hole with my right hand. Oh shit, that is a lot of piss. I groan, feeling bloated like I had an enema. I quickly ask, "Master, please may your slave use the bathroom?" "Yes slave, hurry up and you better not leak," laughing as he releases me from his arms. I quickly run to the bathroom and sit on the toilet, letting go of a rush of piss and shit. I give out a long sigh of relief just as Master enters the bathroom. "Feel better, slave?" "Yes Master, thank you!" Did I just thank Master for pissing in my hole? Yeah, I did, didn't I? Fuck, I would never have thought I would thank someone for pissing in my hole. My face must be beet red because all of a sudden it feels very flushed! Master laughs, "Don't be ashamed of what it is, slave. It's my hole, made to be fucked, to piss in, or to do whatever I so choose to do to it, isn't that right, SLAVE!" In a low whisper, "Yes Master, my hole is yours to do with as you choose." Master yells out, "SPEAK UP SLAVE, I DIDN'T HEAR YOU!" Instinctively, I yell, "YES MASTER, MY HOLE IS YOURS TO DO WITH AS YOU CHOOSE." Then in a rush, a memory flows into my mind, rule 14. "Master has the right to use slave's body in any way Master wishes." Then a warm fuzzy feeling fills my body and I smile. Master looks at me, smiling with satisfaction. "It's good that its `Rules training' is working!" How the fuck did Master know I was thinking of rule 14? "Get in the shower and clean me," as Master walks into the large shower stall. I walk in behind him. "Slave, turn on the water and turn up the temperature to where I like it." I turn up the water as Master tests the water, telling me when to stop. "Slave, see the screen over here," pointing to a monitor next to the nobs. "Makes sure that the water is always at this temperature before I enter the shower." I nod my head, "Yes, Master," while I grab the soap. I kneel at Master's feet, soaping up each foot. He watches me closely. It's like I am a kid again being schooled by my daddy. Master orders me to move up his legs, switching between them after each leg is finished. Next, he orders me to clean his cock and balls. He had to tell me to move onto his chest or he would get hard and have to fuck me again. Reluctantly, I move up to his chest. He continues to order me to clean his arms and back. When I get to his asshole, he tells me to wash it real well because I will be licking it deeply later. That prompts me to push my finger in just a little to get it nice and clean. Master turns around rinsing then walks out of the shower. "Bitch, don't just sit there, dry me." I quickly crawl to him. start by drying his feet and then move up his legs. Once again he schools me on how to dry him. Once Master is completely dry, he orders, "Change the water temperature to only cold and then quickly clean itself. Hot water cost. Why should I waste hot water on it, right slave?" "Yes, Master." Fuck it is freezing! I quickly shower and dry myself. I'm shivering as I walk back into the bedroom. "Slave, make my bed, pick up my clothes, and put them in the clothes shoot by the door. Then get out running shorts, a jock, socks, and the red running shoes then bring them to me on my throne. We are going to run around the island. This will be part of your routine every morning, pissing in your hole, cleaning me than yourself, making the bed, picking up my clothes, and running around the island. After our run, we will have breakfast. Then you will relieve yourself and clean out your hole. Is that understood, slave? "Yes, Master!" I quickly make the bed as my mother taught me. Then pick up all of Master's clothes and put them in the laundry shoot. Next, I look in the drawers to find running shorts, a jock, and socks. I pick out red socks to match the shoes, red jock, and blue shorts. I find Master's red running shoes as Master ordered. I stack the clothes on the shoes and pick up the shoes with both hands. I take them to Master who is seated naked on his throne. Fuck he's so hot. I lick my lips. He is busy texting. So, I wait then rule eight flashes in my mind, "Slave will kneel when it comes near its Master". Like on automatic pilot, I kneel before Master placing the shoes and clothes beside me then lean over and kiss each of my Master's feet three times. It is good that I have strong legs to be able to kneel with my hands full. My father made me bend my legs to pick up anything light or heavy. He had me carry heavy bricks to create a wall around our property. I spent months of my summer vacations working to build the wall. It took years to build that dam wall. All of the manual labor was by my hands which is one of the reasons it took so long. Father told me that a little manual labor will do you, good son'. Now I understand what my father was preparing me for. He was preparing me for the manual labor of being a slave. Master looks down at me with a smile. "I see that my training yesterday is working as I intend, very good slave." Master stands up and looks down at his slave kneeling before him. "Now slave, dress me." I pick up one red sock and Master lifts his right foot. I roll up the sock and pull it over his foot then up his ankle. Master lifts his left foot and I do the same. I grab the jock, pulling it open for Master to step one foot in at a time. He stands up as I pull it up to his cock, stopping to smell it. Master smiles down at me. "It will have plenty of time to smell me later." Getting the hint, I quickly pull the jock over my Master's beautiful cock and balls and up to his waist. I pick up his blue shorts and do the same. Next, I place the shoes in front of him. Master picks up his right foot and I guide it into the shoe. Once I lace it up. he picks up his left foot and I do the same. Master sits back down on his throne and opens the armrest once again pulling out a leash. "Come here." I crawl to him and look up into his eyes. "We are going to run around the island. It needs to be in better shape for the `Slave Games'. Now listen to me, slave! It is to always be to the right and just behind me. It will keep up with me at all times. If it falls behind it will be punished. It will keep a proper distance from me at all times. If I stop, it will stop, keeping the same amount of distance between us. It will keep its head held high and proud to be my slave." With that Master attaches the leash to my collar and gets up. He puts the leash in his right hand, pulling me to the double doors of the suite. I have to remember to keep a proper distance so the leash is not too tight where he is pulling me but not too close to be stepping on his shoes. I am left barefoot. I am used to being barefoot. When I worked on the stone wall around my house, I was barefoot the whole time. Father said he did not want to get my nice shoes dirty so had to go barefoot. I suspect it was more slave training. I was always careful to not drop any big stones on my exposed feet. This meant I was always careful not to drop anything. Master quickly walks out of the room. I am amazed at how the slaves man the doors of the house, knowing when to open them at the correct moment so he can just keep walking. We quickly descend the Master staircase and out the double front doors. It's a perfect morning in the upper 60's with a nice breeze, not humid. Master doesn't stop and starts running, tugging on my collar. I need to watch him closely to not let that happen again. So, I know I will have at least one punishment coming. He is a fast runner and it was hard at first to keep up, feeling a few tugs on my collar. Keeping my head held high allows me a look around the island. However, it also causes my collar to be tugged more than it should since I get distracted looking around. The run gave me a chance to scope out where everything is located. We head to the right out of our `House' (The Americas) which includes Masters and their slaves from both North and South America. The next `House' we pass is "Europe." Then came the `Houses' of Arabic, Africa, Russia, Indies, Asia, Australia, and the Philippines. Nine `Houses' are named after each part of the world. WOW, Master Mike wasn't lying when he said `The Society' is all over the world. I see ground slave workers outside each `House' from different parts of the world. Who better to maintain the `Houses' and grounds than native slaves of that part of the world? The building's architecture also matches each part of the world that the `Houses' represent. Master has to keep tugging at my slave collar to get my attention back to him. I realize I am breaking rules 1 and 2. OH FUCK! I am in deep shit now. So, I quickly start paying attention to him better so I can keep the distance correct. We pass more buildings but I pay them no mind now. I fear the punishment I will be receiving for already breaking Master's rules on the second day on the island. We continue around the island going from concrete to red brick roads, rocky roads to a topical forest, and finally back on concrete which takes us back to the `House'. It must have been an hour to run around the island. I am very tired and trying to catch my breath when Master pulls out a cane from a wooden box hanging on the outside of the house. I remember seeing several of those boxes hanging on the walls around the house. The Masters can cane their slaves anywhere at any time they choose. "Slave, stretch quickly before it gets its punishment. I believe in punishing a slave soon after it breaks any of my rules." I hear Master whipping the cane through the air, testing it like he did last night. As I stretch, I watch Master swinging the cane back and forth. I get more and more nervous. After I am done stretching my naked body, I am ordered into position 4. I am confused but then remember Master Mike's slave positions he taught me using a cane. Both Masters enjoy training me with the cane. I didn't know that Master Alex knew about the slave positions but I guess being brothers they share their training techniques. I quickly move into position 4, standing with my legs spread wide and hand clasped behind my head. I am now even more nervous even though I have been caned before. A Master can be light or hard with the cane. I have no choice but to take what my Master wants to give me. As I'm learning, I'm at his mercy. Being this is a punishment, I assume it will be hard and very painful. Master walks around me several times making me even more nervous and fearful! "Slave, do you know why you are going to be punished?" "Yes Master, your slave broke some of your rules." "That is correct. Which rules did my slave break?" "Master, this slave broke rules 1 and 2." Master hits my ass with the cane. I yelp and jump some. "Wrong slave, it broke rule 9 too!" Master hits my back with the cane, yelping even louder. Master hit me harder than before. "Slave, what is rule 1? Say it loud and clear. I want everyone to hear it." I yell out, "Slave will always obey its Master at all times." Master hits the upper back of my right leg. I yell out in pain. "Slave, did it obey your Master today?" I yell out, "NO, MASTER!" Master hits the upper back of my right leg. I yell out even louder and fall to my knees. Master keeps hitting me hard each time. "Up, Slave." "Slowly, I get back into position." "What did my slave not do to obey its Master?" Master hits the upper right thigh of my leg. I scream out in pain and fall again to my knees. Tears are now running down my face. Master says in a cool menacing voice, "UP SLAVE, TELL ME WHAT IT DID NOT DO TO OBEY ME?". I quickly get back into position 4 then I yell out through the pain, "MASTER, IT DID NOT KEEP A PROPER DISTANCE AS IT WAS ORDERED TO DO." "Correct slave. What is rule 2?" "Slave will pay attention to its Master at all times." Master hits my right breast. I scream out in pain. It hurts so much! I start to get lightheaded. So, he orders one of the ground slaves to bring over a garden hose. Master grabs the hose from the slave and hits me with freezing cold water. My mind is now completely focused on my Master and no longer lightheaded. "Slave did it pay attention to its Master on the run." I yell out again, "NO MASTER, IT WAS DISTRACTED BY LOOKING ABOUT THE ISLAND." Master hits my left breast. I scream out in pain and stumble back but quickly get back into position. "SHOULD A SLAVE EVER BE DISTRACTED?" I yell back, "NO MASTER, IT SHOULD PAY ATTENTION TO ITS MASTER AT ALL TIMES. IT IS SORRY, MASTER!" I am now in tears from the pain and disappointment of my Master. Master hits me in the right calf. My right leg loses its strength and I fall to my right knee. I know he will hit me again if I don't get up. Wincing in pain I get back in position. This feels like a punishment. It is much harsher than last night in the `Rules Training'. I am not getting aroused at all. All I feel is pain and shame. "Slave, sorry doesn't cut it. Slave is being punished because it has broken its Master's rules but most importantly, it disappointed me, its Master. What is rule 9?" I yell again, "When walking with Its Master, slave will walk to the right and slightly behind its Master." "Slave, did you keep to the right and slightly behind your Master when we were running? I yell out again "NO MASTER, IT DID NOT KEEP SLIGHTLY BEHIND YOU, MASTER." Master hits me in my left calf. I scream out in pain and fell again to my knee and then my hands too. I get lightheaded again. Master sees this and hits me with the garden hose again. The water hits me hard. I'm now sobbing on my hands and knees. OH GOD! I am so sorry for disappointing my Master! Crying my heart out, I know I deserve this punishment. "UP, SLAVE!" I am so ashamed of myself but get up and in position 4 as previously ordered. Tears of remorse are running continuously down my face. Master walks back to the house and puts the cane in a shoot below the box mounted to the wall of the house then walks back in front of me. To my surprise, he hugs me tightly, rubbing my head like a little kid. At that moment, I feel like an eight year old being schooled by my big brother. Yet, he is not my brother, he is my Master. The Master who just punished me for breaking his rules. Master pulls me into his chest, whispering "I know slave. It is forgiven. It will follow my rules from now on, right slave?" I nod my head yes and whisper back, "Yes Master, it is so sorry, Master." "Now what should you say to your Master for punishing you?" I instinctively understand what my Master wants, "Thank you Master for punishing me" "Very good slave it will always thank me for punishing it. It is grateful for the punishment, isn't it?" "Yes Master, it's deeply grateful for your punishment, it will never break your rules again!" Patting me on the head while still hugging me, "I know you are. Slaves need to be corrected and punished when it does wrong. This will not be the last time this slave will be punished but it will get better each time. It is your nature to please your Master isn't it that right?" "Yes Master, it wants to please you!" "I know you want to please me. Pleasing me gives you much joy, doesn't it slave?" "Yes Master, it's very happy to please my Master." "When I am happy, slave is happy, correct slave?" "Yes Master, it is happy when its Master is happy." "So, slave will always want to make me happy, correct?" "Yes Master, it always wants to make its Master happy." "Slave will always obey me, right?" "Yes Master, it will always obey its Master." "Slave will always pay attention to me at all times, right?" "Yes Master, it will always pay attention to its Master at all times." Still rubbing my head and my ass now, Master continues to whisper in my ear. "Slave will not speak unless given permission?" "Yes Master, it will not speak unless given permission" "Slave will always respect me?" "Yes Master, it will always respect its Master." The pain and attention my Master gives me, helps me float in a very peaceful place. I want to answer my Master's questions honestly and from my heart. "Slave will respect all other Masters and Superiors, won't it?" "Yes Master, it will respect all other Masters and Superiors." "Slave will kneel when it comes near me, won't it?" "Yes Master, it will kneel when it comes near you." "Slave will do all domestic duties for me, like it did this morning. It would like that wouldn't it?" "Yes Master, it would love to do all the domestic duties for its Master." "Slave will like to walk to the right and just behind me, as a good little slave should, isn't that right?" "Yes Master, it will walk to the right and just behind its Master as a good slave should." "Slave never wants to wear clothes again, isn't that right slave?" "Yes Master, it never wants to wear clothes again." I keep floating in a wonderful feeling subspace but didn't remember what Master called it. I'm just happy to be hugged by my Master. "Slave wants to always perform above my expectations, doesn't it?" "Yes Master, it wants to always perform above my Master's expectations." I am now starting to tear up again as I know Master is right. All these questions are what I want to do for him. "Slave wants to kneel at my feet and kiss them three times to get my attention, isn't that what my slave wants?" "Yes Master, it wants to kneel at your feet and kiss your wonderful feet three times to get Master's attention." Now I am in tears of joy that expresses my devotion to him. "Slave will be punished if any of my rules are not followed correctly, you want to be corrected and punished if you break my rules, right slave?" "Yes Master, please punish and correct this slave if it does not follow your rules correctly." "Slave, I have the right to use this body in any way I want. It's my right, isn't it?" Master squeezes my ass as he says the last couple of questions. I know it is his right to use me as he wishes. "Yes Master, it is your right to use this slave body as you like. It is yours, Master." Master squeezes both my ass cheeks to show I am his to use. "I do not have the right to terminate, permanently damage, tattoo, or brand this slave, correct slave?" "Yes Master, that is only my owner's right, your brother, Master" Master hugs me tight saying I am a very good slave, that I will always follow his rules, that it makes him happy when I follow his rules, and that I want to make him happy. I nod my head up and down saying "Yes Master" over and over. I'm growing more and more attached to my Master. All I want to do is make him happy. Master releases me and then again attaches the leash to my collar, pulling me into the house. I'm pulled through the double doors as they open just in time for us to enter the house. Master turns to the right and through another door which is again opened by a slave attending it. We enter a large dining room. It has a long wooden table with chairs spaced wide apart. Master pulls me to a chair and orders me to pull it out for him to sit. He informs me, I must do this each time he sits at a table. I follow his orders. He sits and then orders me to push him in until he signals me to stop. I push him so he has the spacing he likes. I stand to the right of the chair and just behind him. A slave server comes out with something to drink. It looks like coffee. Master signals to me to step forward. "Slave, I like my coffee with one sugar cube and a splash of cream." I quickly get his meaning, adding one sugar cube and a splash of cream to his coffee. Master signals me to step back again. I try to commit Master's coffee preferences to memory. I want to make my Master happy when I do this again. Master sips his coffee while we wait for breakfast to come. I see he is relaxing as he sips his coffee. I pay attention to my Master's every move. I marvel at how gracefully he moves in this formal setting. I scan his body from his head to his feet. I admire how controlled he is, how he can command me with just a signal of his hand. Those hands and arms are so strong. I remember him carrying me around the bedroom last night with ease. He has perfect muscle definition and tone. His thighs and ass muscles fill his shorts like they were made for him to show off his body. And, what a body he has. I have a sudden impulse to kneel at his feet and worship him. As if my Master can read my mind, he snaps his fingers, pointing to the floor. I quickly kneel beside him. He orders me to crawl under the table between his legs. I quickly comply, wanting to serve him. I watch him pull on the front of the chair and a section in between his spread legs pulls out. He hands me the section telling me to put it in a slot under the table beside me. I take the slot and store the wooden section away. He points to between his legs. I crawl forward so my face is looking straight at his crotch. I'm ordered to open his shorts and pull out his cock. WOW! I'm going to be sucking his cock right in the dining room! We are currently the only ones here but that will change when school officially starts. I imagine many slaves sucking their Master's cock as they chat and eat. I quickly open his shorts and pull out his cock. "Slave kiss it. I know you want to. Kiss the cock that gives you the most pleasure in the world." I move forward to kiss his cock but Master pulls it away. I look up into his eyes sadly. "Slave, what does it say before it kisses my cock?" Oh fuck. Master is going to make me ask to kiss his cock. My cock jumps at the thought "Please Master, may it kiss your cock?" "No slave, I want you to beg. Beg to kiss your Master's cock. Look in my eyes and beg me to kiss my cock, slave!" I look up into his eyes, "Please Master, may your slave kiss your beautiful cock. Your slave loves your cock. Oh God! Please, Master. It will do anything to be able to kiss your cock." "Slave, you love my cock. You want to worship me, don't you slave?" "Oh! Yes Master, it loves your cock. It so much wants to kiss and worship your cock. Your cock is so beautiful, so powerful, it needs to be worshiped. Please Master, may your slave worship your cock like you deserve to be worshiped." I kneel only millimeters from the cock that I want to kiss so much! As I stare into Master's eyes, waiting for what feels like hours. each second is a living hell! Master looks down at me with a huge smile on his face. A smile of satisfaction. He knows has me in a mental grip. I can't move. I need his approval to worship him. Nothing else in the world matters. Finally, Master speaks, "Yes, slave, it loves me. It's like a dog waiting to get fed. Well, I guess I have to feed it, don't I? Yes, slave, you may kiss my cock and worship it as you say I deserve." I am so happy. A wave of pleasure hits me. It's like an orgasm without shooting a load. Still looking up into his eyes, I adoringly thank him, "Thank you so much, Master! It loves you, Master." Tears of incredible joy run down my face. I look down at the object of my desire. I admire the cock directly in front of my face. It's truly beautiful, a work of art. I lean in slowly, wanting to admire it forever. Finally, my lips touch the head. Another wave of pleasure hits me. I truly love my Master's cock. I kiss it again and again, opening my mouth, and sticking my tongue out to lick it. I can't take it! It needs to be worship. I open my mouth and take just the head in my mouth. The head is a perfect mushroom for my tongue to circle around it. I lick all around the head and up the piss slit. Then I lick around the head again and under the lip of the mushroom head. Pre-cum is dripping out of the slit. It is so deliciously sweet, like candy. I go deeper down into my mouth, licking the underside with my tongue. I rise and lick the head again, then move farther into my mouth. My tongue traces the veins running along the length of Master's stiff cock. As his cock enters my throat, I don't stop until I feel my Master's pubes press against my face. I move up and down licking the underside as I worship, the love of my life. I'm truly in love with my Master's cock. As a slave, I may never experience the love of a relationship of equals. Yet, at this moment, I'm in love with his cock! I want my Master to know I worship it with all my heart. Tears of joy run down my face. I'm the happiest slave in the world! Master holds my head to keep my throat filled with his cock. I feel his cock start to pulse and then slow down. I'm kept impaled on his cock for about 2 mins then he releases me. I instinctively pull up just enough to be able to take a breath. He holds my collar so the massive mushroom head is just inside my mouth. So, I just lick the head keeping Master hard but not shooting. I hear something put on the table. Master releases my collar and leans over. I hear him starting to eat his breakfast. Master taps my head which I take as a sign to deep-throat him again. When I feel his cock pulse again, he holds my head down, allowing him to cool down. When the pulsing stops, he pulls on my collar until my mouth is just around the head again. I know what to do, lick the head, and clean off more pre-cum. Master does this for a long time, enjoying my mouth to keep him on the edge of cumming. All the while he enjoys his breakfast and a second cup of coffee. We continue this edging for about 45 minutes. Then, finally, Master holds me down on his cock, exploding into my throat. After what must be 8 shots of cum in my stomach, Master releases me completely from his cock. He looks down at me and smiles. "Good work, slave. We will do this every meal. You will serve me as I eat. This is what all slaves do in the dining hall. Masters eat and slaves are fed." He laughs at his joke. But it is not a joke. I was just fed a lot of cum. He seems to be able to produce so much cum. I know he is young but he can fuck and cum a lot! As if, Master can read my mind, he informs me, "Slave as a Master with a 100% dominant gene, I am able to cum much more than most my age. They say it's something to do with the dominant gene that has been bred into me. The gene produces lots more testosterone. Masters like me can fuck and cum often. I am told we need to cum as often as we can to use up the excess testosterone. Which is where you come in, slave. As a slave, it is my cum bucket. That is one reason we Masters need slaves. We become too aggressive if we don't express our dominance often and release the excess testosterone. One way to express our dominance is by fucking a slave. However, there are other ways of expressing one's dominance which my slave will find out soon." As Master finishes his breakfast, a kitchen slave brings out two bowls, one with slave chow and another with water. Master snaps his fingers and points to the bowls without even looking down at me. I understand, digging into my food and drink. From my time with Master Mike, I know to only eat and drink with my mouth. It still makes me feel like an animal but I am getting used to it. After I finish my breakfast, he says, "Now it is time to shower. Put the chair back together and get up." I quickly grab the piece of the seat and slide it into place in the center of his seat. Next, I crawl out from under the table. "Stand and pull out my chair." As Master gets up, I quickly rush behind him and pull out the chair. Master clips the leash on my collar again and turns towards the double doors. He exits the dining hall, pulling me along with him. I remember I need to maintain the proper space between us. We go down a hallway to a set of elevators. As we wait for the elevator Master snaps his fingers and points to the floor. I quickly kneel. The elevator doors soon open and he pulls me in as I crawl after him. As I kneel beside him, I notice the elevator has deep redwood on the walls showing quality and workmanship. This whole mansion, `The America House', is filled with redwood paneling. It seems very old but up to date technology added to it. I wonder how old the college is and was the house built for the college or something else and the Society took it over. Before the elevator doors open, Master snaps his fingers, indicating for me to stand again. I rise just as the doors open. He doesn't wait for me to stand completely as he walks out of the elevator. We walk down a few hallways and then into his suite. Again as Master approaches his suite a naked slave is there waiting for him to open the doors. As soon as we enter the suite Master starts to remove his clothes, handing them to me. Then unclips the leash and hangs it on a hook by the door. He orders me to put his clothes in the laundry shoot by the door. I deposit the dirty clothes into the shoot. I learn later that in the basement there is a shoot for each Master suite the house slaves can keep the clothes separated. The house slaves take care of all the laundry each day and deliver it when the Masters are out. Master orders me to follow him into the walk-in shower again. I wash and dry him as I was trained to do yesterday. Then, I'm ordered to take a shit, clean my hole, shave my body and then take a cold shower. Master leaves the bathroom to let me do as ordered. When I am done, I find him sitting in a chair on the balcony of the suite. I kneel by his right leg, then bend down and kiss his feet three times. When I am kneeling upright again, Master grabs my head and pulls it to his leg, letting me rest my head on it. I soon feel Master rubbing my head. Oh, that feels good. I purr and moan some as he rubs it. He is just relaxing, enjoying the quiet and warm breeze. I am thankful the island is in a warm tropical place. Master's hand feels nice on my head. It's like I belong at his feet with him rubbing my head, showing me he owns me. It's like he is my protector. Master circles my shaved head with his finger like it is the most natural thing in the world. It is natural to me. Master is my Alpha and he is expressing his dominance in a tender yet commanding way. I love the way Master is so comfortable as an Alpha. It makes me feel protected yet owned at the same time. At this moment, I am comfortable with who I am. I am my Master's slave, his property, That is who and what I am. I wouldn't ever change it! Master picks up his phone and opens `The Society' app then orders an open-air carriage. I am content on my knees with Master rubbing my head, obviously of what Master may be or not be doing on his phone. Master stands up then looks down at me, "Slave, I think it is time to show it around campus. Grab me some shorts and sandals." I quickly grab a pair of shorts for his dresser and sandals from his closet. I run back to him and kneel at his feet, kissing them three times. I open the shorts for him. Master steps into them one leg at a time and I pull them up to his waist. I am saddened to hide his cock. Next, I place a sandal on each foot. In a very tender way, he grabs my hand a pulls me out of his suite, down the stairs, and out of the house. Waiting for us is an open-air carriage with two huge slaves strapped to it as horses would be. I remember being in their place on the first day of my slavery. That one was a closed carriage whereas this one is open with a cover to shade us from the sun. The poor beasts pulling the carriage are not so lucky. I see deep tan all over their bodies from being in the sun all day long. Of course, no tan lines except at the collars, wrist cuffs, and shackles. They look like two bulls with two huge balls hanging between their leg. Fuck their cocks similarly huge like a horse cock. Wondering if that is one reason they are beasts of burden. Master pulls me by my hand into the carriage like a schoolboy would do to his boyfriend. Once in the carriage, he pulls me into his lap. Whispering in my ear, "Slave, take out my cock and ride it as we ride around the grounds." I am a little embarrassed that Master wants me to fuck myself in public. Yet, what choice do I have? So, I reach around with one hand, pulling down his shorts. He is already hard so I aim my hole over his huge cock, slowly lowering myself onto him. Soon it's lodged deep inside my hole. Master pulls me to his naked chest rubbing his left hand on my nipples, holding me tight while his right hand reaches down and starts jacking me off. He tells the driver to take a slow trip around the campus and then around the rest of the island. I hear a whip hitting flesh as we start moving. As we move along the road, I am bounce up and down on his cock. Master explains the `Houses' are for each country or region of the world. He goes on to say that the `Slave Games' are where the houses compete against each other. At the end of the games, the winning house gets to pick any one of the slaves from the losing houses to use for three weeks. The slaves are usually from a rival house. "That is why I need to win the `Slave Games'. I cannot lose you for three weeks." I am deeply touched that Master doesn't want to let me go for even three weeks. For some reason it makes me want to win too. I don't want to lose him either. I'm starting to connect with him on a deeper level. I think I'm falling in love with him! Master wanting to keep me to himself only strengthens that love. I'm going to help him win the "Slave Games" no matter what. Except, I have no idea what I am committing to! As we continue our tour of the campus, Master slowly fucks me and rubs his hand around my cock especially the head keeping me on the edge of cumming. I moan in frustration as he takes his hand away from my cock to point at buildings, like the `Slave Training Center' where much of my slave classes will be held. Then there is the `Creative Arts' building. Master says he wants me to learn some dancing skills and maybe star in a play. One of the competitions in the "Slave Games" is a competitive dance-off. It will be graded on skill, creativity, and eroticism. Master runs his hands down my body saying I have a great body for dancing and wants to show me off to the other Masters. I remember being on the swim team and all the work around the house father made me do created the body I have now. My body was created by what my father told me to do. Building the wall, swimming, running around the grounds, and helping the gardeners all made my body the way it is. I am proud of my body but I know it is due to my father's training. Father was preparing me to be a well-toned fit slave in order to be sold to Master Mike. Master Alex is rubbing my body and squeezing my muscles. "Slave, you know your father created a perfect slave, right?" I realize he is right. My body is because of my father's training. My breeding makes me submissive to my owners. First to my father, then Master Mike, and now Master Alex. "Yes Master, Father created it to be the slave you would want to own." It is true, my father created me in every way to be the slave that my Masters wanted me to be. This makes me feel more like a piece of property that was created instead of just born into the world as a free boy. Yet, for some reason that bothers me less and less the longer I'm a slave. He continues to run his hands all over my body like I am a prized car he owns. It makes me feel special. So, I lay back in his arms letting him admire his property. He points out other academic buildings as we pass them. I forget this is a real college so Master can get an education and work in the world beyond the Society's structure. I wonder what my role will be in the world beyond the Society or will I always be a hidden slave for my Masters to use? We're finally pass the Campus grounds. I start seeing fields of crops. In the distance, I see naked men tending the crops. I can only assume they are more slaves. The reflections of sun light dance off their metal collars confirming they're indeed slaves. "Master, how does the Society get so many slaves?" "The slaves are almost all voluntary except for Masters who broke the laws of the Society or the laws of the outside world. The slaves voluntarily submit to be enslaved as this slave did in a way," pinching my nipple and whispering in my ear, "Submissives who want to be enslaved are found online. Others are down on their luck and need a change in their lives, either because of drug addiction, homelessness, financial troubles, etc. Not all are slaves for life. Some serve a few years to get back on their feet. However, if they talk about `The Society' they know they will be enslaved for life. Plus, anyone they tell will be enslaved too. That fear and their slave training keeps them quiet. Master makes a wide gesture with his hand, "All these crops are maintained by slave labor. The island is self-efficient. All food, water, and power generation are created on the island. The Society has its hands in many different advanced technologies to help with keeping the island self-efficient and therefore a secret. All of it is maintained by slaves and managed by their Master / Overseers." In the background, I hear whips hitting flesh which gives me shivers. "Slave, don't worry about those beasts being whipped. They are either slaves who want to be beasts of burden just like the ones in front of us or they did a horrible crime and deserve what they get. Many of them who voluntarily enslaved themselves are like you. They have the `sub genes' that are strong in them. Not as strong as your sub-genes since they are not bred to be slaves. So, you see they enjoy the taste of the whip just like you will do." I am shocked that Master would think I will enjoy being whipped. "Slave, I remember the first caning I gave you. You were enjoying it, right?" "Yes Master, it guesses it did. It was a little out of it Master." "That is because this slave body started to produce endorphins to help it process the pain. This is another example of why it was meant to be enslaved. The sub-genes produce more endorphins than a normal submissive. It's a way to protect the sub from going insane. Isn't nature amazing!" Master pumps his cock in my hole to emphasize his point. I moan as he fucks me harder. "See slave, it was always meant to be enslaved." I moan and nod, "Yes, Master." As we turn another bend in the road there is a forest with lots of trees and bushes. "Slave that forest is where the `Slave Hunt' will be. It is part of the `Slave Games'. My slave will be hunted by Masters from other houses. The longer it stays uncaptured, the more points our house gets. So, I am going to teach my slave how to hide in the forest to make sure my slave has the longest time. But make no mistake, at some point, all slaves will be captured. There is no time limit for the hunt. However, if my slave does not make it to classes the next day then our house will get points deducted. Once a slave is captured it is the slave of the Master who captured it for three days. It will be his property on loan from its owner. It will follow all orders of his temporary Master without question. It represents me, slave. Any disobedience even the smallest reflects badly on me. Plus, any disobedience will count as points against my house. So, they will put my slave in impossible situations. It just needs to make sure they have no reason to find my slave guilty of disobedience. At the end of its three day slavery period, my slave will be put on trial to prove guilt or innocence. Be assured all slaves are always found guilty. That reminds me, slave, it must attend all classes. If my slave misses a single class, even if it is sick then points will be deducted from our house. If that happens be assured I will be punishing my slave harshly! Note, if it's too sick to attend classes, it will have to make them up. And, my slave will be punished regardless. So, it needs to keep this body healthy so it can avoid punishment." Master continues to fuck me and rub the head of my cock keeping me on the edge. I think he wants to keep me to be horny on this trip. Maybe it will help me accept all the things he just explained about the slave hunt, points, and trials. I am shocked by how everything is stacked against slaves. I should not be surprised, I guess. As we go around another bend and see a stadium. "Slave, the stadium is where many of the `Slave Games' are performed. Slaves are the main attraction for the games. Slaves from each house compete against each other. Sometimes their Master gets involved like the chariot races. We will practice a lot throughout the year on the chariot races. Other games will be fencing, bullfighting, normal track racing but with a twist, slave whipping, slave caning, slave wrestling, etc. Slave, it might enjoy the wrestling contest. The winning slave fucks the loser right in the middle of the stadium for all to see. It is a test to see which slave will become the Alpha slave of the year. It will be an elimination contest until one slave becomes the Alpha slave. It is fun to see who will become the Alpha. The Alpha gets a great perk. He gets to fuck any of the slaves when not in use by their Master. For example, let's say the Alpha slave is in the `Domestic slave 101' class and sees a slave it finds hot. The Alpha can take a slave in the middle of the class. There is nothing the slave or others can do to stop the Alpha. The teacher cannot even stop him. The slave wrestling competition is the very first contest of `Slave Games'. That way the Alpha slave can use any slave throughout the year. The other purpose of the slave wrestling contest is to see which is more dominant vs submissive. You see not all slaves have a Master when they arrive. Just like not all Masters own a slave. Halfway through each school year, there is a `Slave Auction'. It is so these unowned slaves can be purchased by a Master. So, it is good to see which slave is more submissive vs dominant before they are purchased. The Society has its own cryptocurrency for items within the Society, including slaves." I am going to have to compete in all those "Slave Games". My brother and I did wrestle a lot but he always won. Now! I have to wrestle to keep some strange slave from fucking me in front of the entire school! Then if I don't win he might be the Alpha who can fuck me again anywhere I am without my Master. If I lose, I will stick close to my Master as much as possible. Maybe that is another reason for an Alpha Slave, to train slaves to stay close to their Masters. We finally get back to the house. Master pulls me off his hard cock. I am amazed at how long he can stay hard. Master grabs my wrist and pulls me out of the carriage. I am pulled around the back of the house to another large building with a sign on the door "Chariot Storage". Master opens the double sliding door. Inside I see dozens of chariots. An older slave comes running out wiping his hands off on a dirty towel. He looks like a mechanic. Maybe he repairs the chariots or is a handyman slave? "Hello Master, how may this slave help you, Master?" "Yes boy, strap my slave here to chariot number 5." "Yes right away, Master." He runs off into the building and pulls out a chariot with the number 5 on the side. It looks like a chariot from Roman times. The maintenance slave pulls me to the front of the chariot. He proceeds to strap a harness around my chest, over my shoulders, and under my legs. It is a lot like the harness I was in when I pulled the carriage with my sister on the first day of being an official slave. Then he hooks the harness to two bars on either side of my upper back. Once he gets me strapped to the chariot, he tells me to move forward. I walk forward, pulling the chariot. He pats me on the ass, telling me to stop. Next, he puts a bit in my mouth with two reins on each side. The slave pulls them back so the ends are inside the chariot. "Master, your slave is ready, Master." "Thank you boy, stick around I will need your help later." He bows his head, "Yes Master" then backs away, watching closely. Master steps on the back of the chariot causing the two bars strapped to my sides to move up. I have to lean forward to keep the bars from flipping backward and taking me with them. Master yells, "When I pull the right rein, slave moves to the right. When I pull the left rein, slave moves to the left. When I pull on both reins lightly, slave slows down. When I pull both reins hard, slave stops. When I flick both reins once, slave moves forward. When I flick continuously, slave will run as fast as it can. Now let's try it." Master flicks both reins once. I dig into the dirt and pull. It's harder than I thought. Slowly, I get the chariot rolling. It's easier to keep it going. Master pulls on both reins hard. I try to stop but it is hard with the momentum. Finally, I get it to stop. Then I hear a crack in the air, followed by a sharp sting on my back. I yell out in pain. "Slave needs to stop faster." I yell, "Yes, Master" but with the bit in my mouth it comes out muffled. "Now! Let's try it again." Master flicks both reins once and I pull hard getting the chariot to move. Then Master once again pulls hard on both reins and I have it dig in with the heel of my feet causing me to slide on the dirt. "Better slave, let's do it again." Master trains me all day long on how to pull the chariot moving all around the back of the house. Then Master steers me to a track down the road a little. We enter the track area. "Slave, let's see how fast it is." He calls to one of the young slaves cleaning the seats in the stands. The slave runs over to Master. "Yes Master, how may this slave help, Master!" "Boy, go get a stopwatch from the office and come back fast." The slave runs off and returns quickly with a stopwatch. "Boy, time my slave as he runs one lap around the track." "Yes Master, as you wish, Master!" Master flicks the reins and I pull as hard as I can. Master continues to flick the reins. Once again I hear a crack, then feel a sharp pain in my upper back. Master yells, "FASTER, SLAVE!" I pull harder as Master continues to whip me. Each hit of the whip drives me to run harder. Master keeps whipping my back all the way around the track. Finally, we passed the starting point, and Master pulls hard on the reins. It's harder to stop on the track versus on the dirt. Master hits me hard one last time causing me to scream out in pain. "SLAVE WILL STOP FASTER!" I am out of breath and my back is burning. The slave boy runs over, "Master, the time is 3 minutes and 12 seconds." Master hits my back three more times. "Slave it will have to do better!" I scream out, "Yes Master, it will run faster, Master!" "Boy, go get a bucket of water." The slave boy runs away and then comes back with the bucket. "Boy, pour the water over my slave." "Yes, Master." The boy dumps the cold water over my head and naked body. "Boy, refill the bucket." "Yes, Master!" The boy runs away again and comes back with another full bucket of cold water. "Boy, pour some water in my slave's mouth" "Slave, open your mouth wide." The boy walks up to me again and tills the bucket, as Master pulls hard on the reins causing my head to tilt back, giving the boy better access to my mouth. As water is poured over my mouth some goes in but due to the bit, a lot runs down my face. I swallow as much water as I can. When the bucket is empty, Master orders the boy to get another bucket of water. The boy comes back with another full bucket and pours it over my mouth. Again some more water passes over the bit and into my mouth. The boy is ordered to water me three more times. It is not lost on me that I am being watered like an animal, having no control over being watered. Master orders the boy to get the stopwatch out again. When the boy is ready, I feel one flick of the reins, signaling me to run again. I start running as hard as I can. Master keeps flicking the reins and then starts to whip me again driving me to run faster. "SLAVE! RUN FASTER, BITCH RUN YOUR FUCKING ASS FASTER. FASTER BITCH, FUCKING RUN FASTER, SLAVE! PICK UP YOUR GODDAM LEGS. FUCKING COCKSUCKER. RUN YOUR SLAVE ASS FASTER, BITCH." Master keeps whipping me and calling me degrading names which brings up deep anger from being enslaved and how my father trained me to be a slave all my life! The anger pushes me to run harder. The more Master calls me bitch, cocksucker, etc the more anger builds deep inside and the faster I run. I start growling as my anger builds. Finally, we cross the starting line. Master pulls hard on the reins. I push back with my strong legs to stop us as quickly as possible. Master yells out, "Good, Slave." But I am still in a deep angry state. I growl and shake my head back and forth. Master pulls hard on my reins, holding my head from moving. I still try to move my head but it is trapped in the reins. So, I just breathe hard and slowly calm down letting the anger go. When Master sees that I have calmed down, he lets my head fall forward and I continue to breathe deeply. The boy runs up to Master, "Master the time is 3 mins and 2 seconds." Master pulls my head back again and orders the boy to water me. After I am watered again, Master makes me run another lap. Once again, he calls me degrading names and whips me harder. The anger comes back even deeper, causing me to run faster. When we cross the finish line again, I am even more agitated, forcing Master to pull the reins hard again to get me to calm down. When I have calmed down again, the slave boy runs up, "Master the time is 2 minutes and 58 seconds." Master yells at me forcing my attention on him, "SLAVE, MUCH BETTER. YET, IT CAN DO EVEN BETTER!" We run around the track three more times with small incremental gains. I am watered after each lap. After our last lap is finished, I am watered again. After eagerly drinking as much water as I can, Master steers me to the exit and back to the house. When we get back to the chariot storage building again, the maintenance slave is there waiting for us. Master climbs out of the chariot. "You boy, unstrap my slave." The maintenance slave runs over to me and quickly unstraps me from the chariot. He pulls me to my Master. I remember how I should kneel in his presence. I fall to my knees and kiss both of his feet three times. Master orders the maintenance slave to get him a leash. The slave grabs a leash and hands it to him. He clips the leash to my collar and walks toward the house without a word. I have no choice but to follow. We go back to his suite. I'm ordered to strip him. I remove his clothes and Master pulls me to a couch. He sits down and then pulls me to his lap. I feel his cock getting hard again. When it is fully hard, he has me sit on it. It stays deep in my hole as Master raps his arms around me, holding me close to his chest with my face resting on his right shoulder. "Slave you did well today. We will continue working on the chariot runs. You will get better as we practice more. Tomorrow I will give your legs a rest and work on the `Slave hunt'. We will be going out of the forest to show you how to evade capture. We are lucky that there is no one here yet. That will give you time to train so you do great in the `Slave Games'." We fall asleep on the couch and once again Master fucks me while he sleeps. I wake a few times but know I cannot move until Master wakes.