A gay sex stories: MSDS Society Ch. 16 DAILY COLLEGE LIFE AS A SLAVE
Weeks went by as my Alpha, Danny and I get into a routine. When we get up we serve our Master’s morning woody, wash him then go for a run around the island. After our run, we are hosed down and dried outside. Then we serve our Masters under the dining room table as they eat and socialize with the other Masters of the house. Our Masters then take us to school on our leashes. However, unlike our Masters, who get the weekend off, slaves go to school 7 days a week. Saturdays and Sundays are half days so we are still able to serve our Masters. Like most teens, they want to party on Friday night and sleep in. Of course, we are used to their weekend parties. Even though we are kept up late for Masters to have their fun, we still have to get up early to go to school. School start times for school on Saturdays and Sundays are 5:00 am instead of the usual 7:00 am on weekends. So, we have to get up two hours earlier. Master still requires me to run around the island then come back and go straight to school.
We are fed at school instead with our Masters since they are still asleep. We leave school around 11:00 am so we can come back to serve our Masters. For us slaves, weekends are worst than weekdays. Yet, as we learn in our class “Mind Set of a Slave”, a slave’s life is not meant to be fair. It’s just the opposite. Everything we do is for our Master’s pleasure and well-being. We must learn to accept that our life is forever in the service of our Masters. Sacrifice is essential to being a perfect slave for our Masters. We sacrifice our mind and body to our Master in exchange they give us a purpose for living. If we don’t have a Master then our life is worthless. We are lucky to be able to serve our Masters. So, we learn to do whatever is required for the betterment of our Masters.
The routine helps remind me, my purpose is to serve. I do the same things over and over in the service of my Master until it is now starting to become second nature. So, I lose track of time. Weeks go by and I don’t even know it.
Every day after school lets out, my Alpha fucks me before going back to the house. When I get home from school I have homework. Well, it’s not your traditional homework. As a slave, our minds are not as important as what we do physically to make our Master’s lives better. So, our homework is to put what we learned in school and apply it to make our Master’s life better.
For example, I make my Master’s bed each morning exactly the same. I even put some chocolates on his pillow and replace flowers in his room. The house slaves have a stockroom where I can get the added necessities for my Master’s rooms. I make sure he has fresh towels and washcloths in his bathroom. I even make sure his toothbrush is replaced regularly. I fill the dispenser with shampoo, conditioner, and shaving cream. It gives me a deep satisfaction to do these things for my Master. I smile every time Master walks in the room and smells the flowers.
The room looks like what the hotel service staff would do for my family when we went on vacations. Well, for me, it helps that my father had me help the staff to do everything that I now do for my Master. More ways my father trained me to be a slave without me even knowing it.
My Master grades me each week on how well I did with my homework. At the end of each week, my Master sends a report to my teachers. At the beginning of the week, I’m required to read the parts of the report that relates to the class I’m in. If my Master gives me a negative review then the teacher has my Alpha cane me in front of the class. It is really embarrassing to be punished in front of other slaves. My Alpha brother seems to enjoy this a lot. For the rest of the class, I have to focus on what I did wrong to become perfect at it. The result is that I have to be a perfect slave or my life will be really painful at the hands of my Alpha. My Alpha is becoming really good at caning me.
Not only I’m I punished in class but Master has my Alpha punish me at the time I do something he dislikes. Master uses my Alpha as my disciplinarian. It is rare now for my Master to punish me directly. He has many responsibilities now as the Alpha Master of the house plus his normal school work. In some ways, I miss him caning me. So, when he whips me as I pull the chariot I really enjoy it. My dick is rock hard and dripping with each hit of the whip! This just fuels me to pull him faster. I no longer get angry when he is whipping me. Just the opposite! I look forward to it and want to pull him even faster just so I get the pleasure of my Master’s whip!
I train every day for chariot races. I won the practice races more times than my Alpha and Danny. I guess, I have strong legs. Most likely, it’s due to my father’s training growing up and the continuing training Master has been providing.
The day came for the first event of the ‘Slave Games’. All Masters and their slaves are sitting in an outside colosseum. It looks much like the Colosseum of Rome. It’s made of concrete with the same design as the old Roman Colosseum. Except, there is a race track around the outer edge of the Colosseum with bleachers all the way around the race track. Behind the bleachers are tall pillars with carvings of Masters and slaves kneeling at their feet, looking up at them. Each Master is looking down into the Colosseum. To me, they all look like gods looking down on us slaves. What learn in the “History of The Society” class is that these Masters are the founding fathers of ‘The Society’.
I’m strapped to the chariot and lined up at the starting line.
The MC comes out to the middle of the Colosseum and steps up onto a stage.
“Masters, it’s a long tradition that men love to compete with each other. Our founding fathers set up these ‘Slave Games’ so that Masters can compete in a constructive matter instead of warring with each other on the battlefield. As with any competition, there is a prize at the end. For the ‘Slave Games’, the Masters of the winning house have the pick of any slaves of the second place house for 3 weeks. Our slaves are the most valuable property we own. We are very protective of our property. So, the wisdom of our founding Masters saw fit that the second place house shall sacrifice their most valuable property just like they would if they lose a war and the land they own. In addition, losing a slave for 3 weeks reminds all Masters how valuable their slaves are to them. So, they will fight even harder to keep them for the next ‘Slave Games’.
The first game is the chariot races. Five hundred points will be added to the house that wins the final race. A photo finish will verify the winner. Plus, as with tradition, the Master who wins has a choice of any losing Master’s slave to be taken on stage and fucked in front of everyone. Our founding fathers saw this as more motivation for the losing Master to win in the next game. Now let the ‘Slave Games’ begin!”
Master and I are lined up on the start line. I get into a crouching position. This is so exciting. Everyone is shouting for the Master that represents their house. For our house, we had a race a few days before this official race to determine who is the fastest in our house. Master won the race and so here we are. I look in the stands to see my Alpha glaring at me. He is not happy he lost once again to Master and me. He kneels between his Master’s legs staring daggers at me. I know no matter what happens, he is going to get his revenge for losing to his bitch slave brother. However, if I win then at least Master will not have him punish me like the other times I lost in practice races.
Master whips my back a few times to warm up his arm.
Master yells out, “Make me proud, my Slave.”
The gun fires and Master flick the reins. I pull as hard as I can to get the chariot started.
Master yells out as he starts whipping me, “PULL SLAVE. HARDER, FASTER, PULL SLAVE…”
This causes a rush of endorphins to flood into me and a warmth spreads throughout my body. I want more of the wonderful pleasure so I pull as hard as I can. Each hit of the whip drives me to run harder. Precum is slashing all over the front of me as my hard dick is flung back and forward against my abs. I close my eyes and as I was taught with a blindfold. This makes me even more attuned to my Master as he guides me around the track. Nothing else matters but what my Master wants me to do. We are now linked as one, Master and slave.
We race as one around the track for 10 laps. It’s a very close race with the EU house. I open my eyes right as we cross the finish line. I know that it must have been close because I can hear the EU slave breathing hard next to me. Master pulls hard on the reins, forcing me to stop. The EU Master does the same to his slave. Both the EU slave and I are breathing hard. Master turns me toward the center of the Colosseum. The crowd is yelling out wanting to know who won.
They all quiet down when the MC says, “It’s a close race, and the judges are looking at the photo finish.”
My Master and the EU Master are waiting for the judge’s ruling. I’m so nervous. I really want my Master to win. He deserves to win. I want my Master to have the joy of winning. It’s my purpose is to help him achieve greatness. That is what my teachers keep telling me and I believe them.
The MC comes back after walking away for 10 minutes. It’s the longest 10 minutes of my life!
“We have the results. It was a very close race and the judges had to look at different video footage from different angles to make sure they know who won. The winner of the first Chariot Slave race of the ‘Slave Games’ is Master Hans from the EU”
The Masters from EU house go wild. My Master and Master Hans shake hands. I’m saddened as I watch my defeated Master takes a seat in the stands. Then I turn my head to watch Master Hans walk up on stage and received his trophy.
At that point, I’m disconnected from my Master’s chariot and push towards Master Hans’s Chariot. Instead of being connected to the reins, I’m brought to the back of the chariot. I’m pushed into the basket of the chariot and bend over the front. My ankles are magnetically locked to metal posts on each side of the chariot’s basket causing them to be spread wide. Then my wrists are magnetically locked together. A rope is tied to my wrists and pulled towards the ass of the slave connected to the chariot. The rope is tied to the balls of the slave. I’m staring at the slave’s muscular ass and balls. I can also see that the slave’s legs are thick and long. His body is made for running and pulling heavy things like this chariot. I wonder if his father trained him like my father did?
Master Hans steps onto the chariot. I feel his cock rubbing up against my hole. I look back to see him smiling with pride. I look straight ahead to see my Master who just shakes his head.
I grunt when the winning Master enters me deeply, slamming his hips against my ass. He flicks the reins above my head that are connected to the mouth bit of the slave pulling us. With his other hand, he is holding a short whip not long enough to hit his slave. The flick of the reins gets the slave to jog back onto the track
I’m completely embarrassed as the winning Master fucks me while taking his victory laps around the track. I have to watch all the Masters and slaves look at me being humiliated in front of the whole school. At the same time, Master Hans hits my back with the whip. I grunt not just from being fucked but from the whipping as well. This whip stings and hurts more than my Master’s. Or, is it that I’m not hard and horny anymore. I love when Master hits me with the whip. It makes me connect to him in a very special way. Now, I understand why Master has my Alpha punish me. My connection to my Master causes the pain to become a wonderful intense pleasure. Whereas, if anyone else punishes me it is just painful and true punishment.
On the second victory pass, we pass by the section for my Master’s house. I see the disdain on all the Master’s faces and the sympathy of the slaves. That is except for one slave, my Alpha brother. He has the biggest smile on his face. He knows I disgraced my Master in front of his house and all his friends. My Alpha knows he is going to get to punish me later. I start to cry knowing I let my Master down.
Each hard fuck causes me to pull on the slave’s balls in front of me. He must know I’m being fucked by his Master. He must be very pleased with himself! It has to be the best day of his life. Whereas, this is the worst day of my life!
After the victory laps, I’m released from the chariot. Master Hans pulls me onto the stage. There’s a fuck bench set up on the stage. I’m strapped down with my ass in the air. I’m looking straight at my Master who is now sitting between his two lovers, Jason and Josh, resting his arms on their shoulders. He is not showing much emotion on his face but I know he is disappointed in me.
Master Hans steps up behind me. His hard cock rubs up and down my crack. He then grabs my hips and lines up his cock to my hole. With one hard thrust, he enters me not stopping until he is all the way in. He tightens his grip on my hips and starts brutally fucking me for all to see.
What makes it worst is I see several big screens all around the Colosseum show close-up views of Master Hans’s hard cock going in and out of my hole. Everyone is seeing the most humiliating moment of my life. I look at Master and swear to myself I will win all the other ‘Slave Games’. I never want this to happen to Master ever again! He doesn’t deserve a slave that fails him. Now I’m crying as I see my face close up on the big screen. Everyone is seeing my shame.
Finally, Master Hans roars causing the whole Colosseum to go quiet. His roar is amplified by being broadcast onto the big screen and speakers all around the Colosseum. I hear gasps echo from several slaves in the crowd. At the same moment, I shoot a load under me. The big screen switches from Master Hans’s face and my own. The look on our faces clearly shows we just shot our loads. At that point everyone, except my Master’s house, cheer!
Shooting my load without my Master’s permission adds even more to my deep shame. I can’t believe how badly I let down my Master.
Master Hans pulls out of me and then to show he is the conqueror, he pisses all over my back and head. Warm piss runs down my face. At that moment, I break down and cry none stop.
I’m left on stage crying my heart out as everyone leaves to go back to their own houses. Soon, I’m all alone. Then I hear footsteps on the stage. To my surprise, Master kneels in front of my face. Why is he here? I failed him.
Master rubs my head. I look up at him with very red eyes.
“Master, it is so sorry. It let you down. It’s so ashamed. Master, it doesn’t deserve this slave. It’s worthless, Master.”
I truly feel the lowest I have ever felt. Master should just get rid of me. I feel so worthless. Not worthy of being his slave.
Master lifts my head and smiles at me, “Slave, yes I’m disappointed. Yet, I’m not disappointed in my Slave. My slave did all it could do to make me proud of it. Slave, it only lost by a fraction of an inch. It has nothing to be ashamed of. I should have trained it more. It’s my fault. We will train more and next time we will win. I never want to see another Master use my property like that ever again. Do you understand, slave?”
He smiles at me as we stare into each other’s eyes.
“Master, not really, Master. I failed you. I can’t fail you. It’s wrong, Master.”
Master keeps smiling, rubbing my head. I love his attention.
“Slave, that shows me that it’s truly a slave deep down inside it. It really does have a slave heart. I’m proud of it. Take that failure and work harder to never let it happen again. Use this pain of failing your Master to be a better slave. Will it do that for me, slave?
I yell out, “OH GOD, YES MASTER. IT WILL WORK EVEN HARDER TO NEVER FAIL YOU, MASTER. IT PROMISES, MASTER!”
“Good, Slave.”
Master stands and walks behind me. He lines up his cock and enters me in one swift hard stroke. Feeling his cock inside me again makes me feel whole again. I love him so much. I will never fail Master ever again. Soon, Master fucks me harder and lays on top of my back.
He whispers, “Slave, I love its devotion to me. It makes me proud to own it. I will train it so this never happens again. Slave, it completes me. I cannot live without my Slave!”
Then Master stands up again and fucks me harder for about an hour. The sun is set as my Master and I become one as he fucks me until the sun goes down. A spotlight comes on automatically shining on the stage as it gets dark. We are the only ones in the Colosseum when Master finally roars out, sending his seed deep into my hole, marking me again as his property.
Master lays on my back again breathing heavily.
Master whispers, “Slave, let’s go home. It did well today. Yet, I know it can do better.”
I whisper, “Yes, Master. It will do better for its Master.”
Master hugs me. I feel so safe and protected in his arm. I love Master so much!