Date: Sun, 10 Apr 2011 09:26:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: A B
Subject: My training

(This story is a work of fiction. No persons here are real, and the
activities described are not recommended.)

My trainer came in and, as ordered, I immediately fell on my knees to kiss
his boots.  This was only my first week, but certain things had already
been made clear to me.  I was naked, and collared.  He was tall and smooth,
with a lightly muscled, boyish chest, His shirt was open a bit, and his
jeans showed off his legs and suggested a large cock.  I had never seen him
naked, although I had been hoping to.  So far, he was just doing a job with
me, he hardly even seemed to notice me, except the way one would notice a
dog being trained.  Humiliatingly, I was totally hard while licking his
boots, and of course he saw it immediately.

"You like it, don't you, faggot?"

"Yes sir".  I was only allowed short answers like this, and all of them had
to finish with "master", or "sir".

He moved his boot back a bit, and I tried to follow with my tongue.  But he
whipped me immediately.

"Beg!"

And so I did, naked and on my knees, my ass up: I begged to lick his boots
again. This was a new stage for me, previously he had let me lick his boots
for as long as I wanted.  Although I did not understand it yet, he was
starting the "real" training now, the one designed to shape my mind and
desires as he wished. The first few days had been used just to make it
clear to me what I was allowed and what not.  Now there was something else
going on.

He made me beg for a long time. I implored him, I was getting more and more
desperate for his boots, for the humiliation, but ... he refused.

"Now you are going to learn to NEED my boots. No more taking them for
granted".  He dangled the whip in front of me.

"Kiss it, faggot. Lick it, make love to it".  And I did. My head was
reeling, but I wanted him, I wanted to lick his boots. And he knew it and
was using it to control me.

My day was divided into regimented stages: Exercise, humiliation,
deliberate sexual provocation and frustration, more exercise, punishment,
making me write everything I thought and felt in a journal he would read,
and so on.

Punishment sessions were imposed from the start. The catch was that I was
not always told exactly what I did wrong.  The idea I guess was just to
make me realise how low I had fallen and that I was not even a good
slave. Punishments were of different sorts, sometimes mixed.  First there
was whipping.  I would be attached, nude, either to hooks in the ceiling
joists, of else tied to a bed.  My legs were spread with a spreader bar.  I
was blindfolded, and whipped repeatedly. I was ordered to thank my master
for each stroke, and FAST. The idea was to condition me to react
automatically to the punishment, with gratitude, and I had to always offer
my body for more, even when it hurt.  After a while, my mind just turned
off, I was yelling out thanks immediately, and -- usually -- my cock
was hard.  Sometimes my master would play with my balls a bit between
strokes.  Sometimes I would be spanked with a paddle, again forced to thank
Master after every stroke.  When it stopped, and I was untied, I had to
immediately lick my master's boots, and thank him for the honour of being
punished by him.  Sometimes he would continue to beat me or whip me while I
grovelled in front of him like that. And I couldn't help it, I was always
hard.

Even more than the punishment sessions, however, the part of my life I
found hardest was the public display and provocation, because I was not
allowed to come.

It took place in a sort of dining hall for trainers and slaves.  The newest
slaves, like me had to stand, spread out and tied in one place.  Naked, of
course.  And we "sat" on a sort of dildo post, which impaled us and held us
in place at the same time. It was just too high to be comfortable, and it
turned and moved continuously. It was like being fucked.  But since our
hands were tied we could not jerk off.  The situation, and the physical
sensation, combined to make me very, very horny.  Any trainer, even any
more advanced slave was allowed to touch me in any way he wanted.  But a
big sign over my head said, "NOT ALLOWED TO CUM".  What I didn't know was
that some of the other slaves had been offered rewards if they COULD make
me cum. Whereas if I did cum, I would be punished. Punishment was simple
but effective: I had to sleep with my hands tied behind my back for a
week. It was VERY uncomfortable and I hated it. So the guys would come by
me and start to kiss me, or masturbate me, or attach tit clamps to me, or
just deliberately humiliate me by spitting in my face or slapping me. Of
course that, combined with the fucking machine, and the fact that I was
kept strictly celibate all the time, made me wildly horny. The trainers had
no incentive to make me cum, but they enjoyed tormenting me.  So I was
continually reacting to these men, and I had virtually no control over my
own reactions.  The whole setup was designed to make me feel powerless and
dependant on these men, and it did that, very well.  My trainer would watch
sometimes, and taunt me.  I would beg him to let me cum, He would tease me
by pretending he might say yes, but almost all the time he would refuse,
often at the last minute. I would be dripping pre-cum, and moaning, and
then he would stop whatever was happening and just tell me he had "changed
his mind". So I was caught between needing desperately to cum, and being
afraid to, between thinking I would finally be allowed to cum and being
refused.  I felt more and more powerless and more and more confused. And
more and more horny. It upset me to be controlled, publicly, in this way
and to this degree, but there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

Sometimes they put me in the stocks, and the guys could use me for
fucking. Most of the other slaves were pretty horny, and they were glad to
use my ass when I was helpless and needing cock. So they would fuck me, one
after the other, leave their cum on my ass, and let the next guy gang bang
me.  Some of them were very good at it, and it was like they took pleasure
in dominating me, getting me moaning and begging to be fucked harder, but
then leaving me hungry for cock when they cum up my ass and I could not.
They would tease me for hours like this, either in the stocks, or tied in a
sling.  Sometimes in the sling one guy would be fucking me and another
would cum in my mouth. And sometimes my trainer would deliberately jerk me
off almost to the point of cumming while some other guys used my ass. But
he was amazing in always knowing just how far he could go in driving me
wild and NOT letting me cum.  It left me with blue balls, and with my ass
feeling hungry for more cock.

There came a day when my trainer was taunting me like this, in front of the
others, as usual.  I was begging to cum, and he had an inspiration.

"Tell me you love me".  I was writhing in a combination of horniness and
frustration, sweating -- I could not resist. Part of me did not want to
say it, but his will was stronger than mine.

"I love you MASTER". I yelled.  Then he made me repeat it, again and again,
taunting me to "say it like you mean it".  And I did. Pretty soon I was
saying it and believing it.  I couldn't help it. The combination of being
so horny, so powerless, and seeing him so sexy in front of me made me WANT
to kiss his boots.  I really was falling in love with him.

But he had a much deeper humiliation in mind.  Now he ordered me to say
those words, those oh-so-powerful words to ANY man who tormented me.  I had
to thank him, and declare my love. Out loud, passionately, so that every
man in the room could hear. A guy could order me to open my mouth, spit
inside, slap my face, and I would yell, THANK YOU, SIR, I LOVE YOU. It was
wildly humiliating, and emotionally it took me to a whole new level. At
other points in the day I'd see these same men in the corridors -- I was
always kept naked, of course - and they would pass me knowing I had
declared I was in love with them. And worse, over time, I felt it myself,
more and more. I felt like a horny adolescent gay boy, in love with his
best friend, but unable to have him.  Except I felt this for ALL these
guys!  They would see me looking at them longingly, and know I desired
them, sometimes they would use me for a blow job, or fuck me roughly, or
even whip me, and make me lick their boots as well.  And it became a
vicious circle: The more they did these things, the more I wanted them, and
the more I wanted them, the more in love I became.  And the more in love,
the more ready I was to do anything for their attention.  At this point it
was no longer just sex I wanted from them, but attention, any attention.
And they used this power over me relentlessly.  What had become physical
desire for them was now deepening for me into really profound emotional
needs I could not control, and which made me ever more vulnerable to them.
Now when they so much as looked at me the wrong way, I wanted to apologize,
to beg them to punish me, anything to please these men I wanted so badly.

And as this change in me was taking place, I was also more and more
overwhelmed by my trainer. I had not thought he could get more than
external physical, obedience and, yes, arousal from me. But now I realised
just how deeply he was re-programming my emotions, making me into a fully
dependant slave, whose need for him and the other guys entered into more
and more of my life.  Now I was dreaming about them at night, having crazy
romantic ideas about them, waking with painful erections I was not allowed
to satisfy (he checked my bed every morning). I was obsessing about these
men like a teenage boy in love for the first time.  And on the rare
occasions when my trainer DID make me cum, I was forced to yell THANK YOU,
SIR, I LOVE YOU MASTER!  as loud as I could, no matter where I was. It was
humiliating, it was erotic beyond anything I had ever experienced, and it
was a new me, out of control, utterly dominated by this man, these men
around me, who, it seems, went out of their way to make me feel inferior,
unimportant.  By making me relive my gay adolescence, but in even more
painful fashion, my trainer became a sort of God to me, I knew that there
was less and less I could resist, and that whatever happened, I needed him,
I needed to serve him, to be whipped by him, to beg him for the chance to
suck his cock, anything.  Sometimes he would tie me with a leash beside him
while he deliberately made out with a sexy man in front of me, maybe
another slave, and he would order me just to lick the boots of the other
guy, in the corner.  He knew this tortured me, I was jealous, but of course
I had no rights whatsoever, and worse still, afterwards I'd fantasize about
it, hard as always, and dream about serving him for life.  I had had no
idea I would become this dependant on him, that ANY man could completely
dominate me in this way.

After a couple of months of this I noticed that other slaves who had
arrived at the same time were "promoted", while I was not.  One day my
trainer told me that he had decided that I would stay permanently as the
lowest slave in the house, as an example to the others, and to show them
that not everyone could move up.  The slaves who were promoted gained the
right to do what they wanted to lower slaves, and I was going to be the
lowest slave -- for good.  These newly promoted slaves took special
pleasure in degrading me, in showing their power over me.  Sometimes they
would grab me as a group, blindfold me and use me.  I would be on my knees,
hands tied over my head, and they would order me to open my mouth.
Sometimes I would get a cock to suck, sometimes one of them would play with
my balls to excite me, sometimes after sucking cock for ages they would cum
in my mouth.  And then while my mouth was open and dripping cum, they would
takes turns spitting in me, or on me.  Once 3 of them showered up with a
cup of cold cum -- they had jerked off in it, I don't know when -- and
they made me drink it.  And then, of course, lick their feet and thank them
for it.  The most humiliating part was that I didn't even know whose cum I
was drinking.

Another especially humiliating thing they did was that newly promoted slave
were allowed to top other guys.  Some of them, like me, had never topped
before, so they would use me to learn.  They would start by getting the
feel of dominating me, making me lick their boots, or whipping me, then I
would have to spend hours on my back in bed, with my feet tied to my hands
over my head, as they teased my asshole, made me beg for cock, and finally
started fucking me.  I was responsible for teaching them to fuck well, so I
really had to put my heart -- and ass -- into it. I would squeeze their
dicks, they could see how horny it made me, and they usually got pretty
good at fucking. It was made clear to me that I could never be anything but
the lowest bottom, offering my ass, often dripping with cum, to any guy who
wanted it.

One day a group of 4 of these newly promoted slaves, quite young, barely
into their twenties, ganged up to catch me in the corridor. They ordered me
into a bedroom, and made me lie face down on the bed, binding my arms and
legs spread-eagled to the corners.  They blindfolded me and ordered me to
start humping the bed. I did as I was told, horny as usual, especially
because one of them was a very sexy black man, with an arrogant attitude
which particularly attracted me. I could see his contempt for me, and it
made my cock hard. Then I felt one of the young men -- of course I could
not tell who -- get on top of my back and start to tease my ass with his
cock. This happened several times, and I couldn't tell if it was the same
guy, or all four, or some combination.  In between they would whip my ass
and back. The combination of wanting to get fucked and being whipped made
me even more horny, and I was yelling out "I LOVE YOU, SIR" as ordered.
Then they ordered me to cum like that, being whipped and humping the
bed. At the same time they were taunting me, making fun of me.

"Look at that faggot, he can't even get fucked, he likes to cum like a kid,
rubbing his cock on the bed.  And he loves it.

Then one of them came all over my ass, but the whipping continued.  They
kept taunting me and commanding me to cum.  I knew I would be punished for
it, but the whole situation was too much for me, I couldn't help
it. Finally I exploded as the whip hit my cum-covered ass.  Then they
untied me, and made me lick up all my own cum, and -- most degrading --
lick each guy's boots and thank him for beating me.  Of course I did not
even know who had done what, so they all gained my adoration from that time
on. Any time I saw any one of them, I would bow and lick his feet, and tell
him I was in love with him.  And I really was.

Most of the time people react differently to you -- one person might like
you, another might not. Here in the training house, everybody reacted to me
the same: I was the lowest slave, to be used as needed, subordinate to
EVERYONE.  And in time I actually began to need it.  I needed to grovel
before these men, to beg them, to thank them for using me, to dream about
them sexually every night, to be tortured by them.

Now the punishment sessions became harder. My trainer would regularly beat
me or whip me till I cried. And I still had to thank him and grovel for
more. I didn't realise it at the time but he was conditioning me, like a
dog, to associate being sexually aroused with pain.  Because I found him so
sexy, even when he made me cry, I still stayed hard. If I showed signs of
getting soft he could restore my erection with a whisper or the lightest
touch.  And he was incredibly accurate in his judgement.  He would take me
to the point where I was sobbing, stop for a couple of minutes to make me
hard again, where I was moaning and begging to cum, for him to fuck me,
anything ... and then he would start to beat me again.  Now he didn't even
tie me up, he just had me lick his feet and thank him as he punished
me. And as always, I had to yell "I LOVE YOU, MASTER".  He was creating
very strong emotional associations between his beautiful body, which I
desired more than ever, and suffering in front of him, and realising my
totally inferior status.  Now my dreams became more intense and degrading:
I only came when being tormented and humiliated, and in pain.  And a few
times, as if to show me how much he had moulded me exactly as he wished, he
would start to kiss me more tenderly or to jerk me off, in a more normal
way.  But my erection would go down.  And as soon as he started to hurt me,
by slapping my balls, or pulling on my tit-clamps, or if he would kick me
onto the floor to lick his boots, my cock was instantly fiercely hard.  And
worse, it was very clear that he did not really love me, he was just using
his power over me to play with my mind, to manipulate me sexually. He had
trained me now to associate my (rare) sexual satisfaction (and constant
sexual desire) with suffering. Suffering for him.  I had no more control
over my emotions; he played me like a marionette.

A few times he made me spend the night in his bed.  But I was forbidden to
cum, as usual. He would make me suck him and he would fuck me raw, till I
screamed with need, then, once he came, he would push me away and go to
sleep.  I could not sleep, I was too horny and tense, and having his
gorgeous body beside more kept me tossing and turning from
horniness. Sometimes he would make me sleep nude on the floor, chained to
the bed.

Something else he started doing was inviting other guys into his bed for
sex, while I was tied by my collar to a bed-post. Sometimes he would make
he lick their feet too, other times I had to watch, as this man, who I was
totally, humiliatingly in love with, made love to another guy.  I was crazy
with envy, and he knew it.  He was deliberately torturing my mind and
making me desire him more. And at the same time confirming my status as the
least important slave.  I was just his bootlicking dog, no more.

One day, after making me sleep on the floor beside him, while he made out
with another guy -- always torment for me -- he told me to stand at
attention before him.  The he started kissing me really deeply, and playing
with my balls. Of course, since I was strictly forbidden to jerk off
without permission, this made me instantly horny.  Then he pushed me down
and started face fucking me, really hard.  I was in heaven, and my cock was
jutting out.  He kicked me in the balls a few times, which made me even
hornier.  Then he started jerking me off, and soon I was moaning and
begging to cum.  Me made me plead for a few minutes like that, taunting
with how I was just a faggot slave, good only for serving a man, and I was
telling him, "I love you, master, thank you, sir", again and again.  He
felt my balls tighten and he started to kiss me again.  Sometimes when he
did this he left me unsatisfied; very rarely, he let me cum.  As I was
nearing orgasm, he suddenly shoved me down again and fucked my face once
more, quickly cumming in my mouth. I almost came just from that, but I knew
I did not have his permission.  Then he stood me up, and said,

You like that, faggot?

Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!  Please let me cum, sir?

You really want to cum, slave boy?

Yes, sir, PLEASE let me cum, sir.

Say the magic words, boy!

I LOVE YOU, SIR. THANK YOU SIR.

And then he did the cruellest thing of all. He stopped, and he said, I'm
giving you away. As of this morning, you will get a new master.  I was
totally horny for him, he had taken me to heights of desire I had never
known before, and now not only was I not allowed to cum, but he was taking
it ALL away from me.  He had done this before, it was one of his strongest
training techniques: give me enough of something to make me really, really
want it, and then deprive me of it, ALMOST totally.  Just giving a bit from
time to time to keep me from losing hope, usually less and less as time
went on. It was frighteningly effective, like getting me addicted to a
drug, which then I needed more and more as I got less and less.  But this
time he was doing it with HIMSELF as the drug.  I was crying, I got on my
knees and licking his feet and begged him to keep me, even if he punished
me harder. But he just laughed, and said,

Now I have you exactly where I want you.  I have broken you, you are going
to be in love with me for the rest of your life, but your are NEVER going
to touch me again.  In my heart I knew I was true. He was an incredible
manipulator of my mind, I simply could not resist.

A but later, while I was still crying, my new master appeared. He was tall,
black, very fit, but still lean, with a swimmer's build like I always
admired most. He looked at me, naked and on my knees, bawling like a kid,
and just leaned over and slapped my face, hard. I looked up at him, and he
slapped my face again.

You will always look down in my presence. Only look up with my permission.

YES, SIR.

He attached a leash to my collar, and just led me away like a dog. He
obviously did not care how I felt about leaving my trainer, just acted like
he had bought a new toy.  He took me to the showers, and ordered me to lie
down on the floor. Since I was nude, the it was very cold.  He ordered me
to spread eagle myself.  Then he blindfolded me. He kicked me a few times,
and then said aloud,

OK, boys.

I heard others entering, maybe 3 or 4, it was hard to tell.  Then someone
started to whip my chest, and pinch my tits in alternation.  I could hear
other noises and it was not long before I felt cum landing on me in several
places, my balls, my hair, my mouth.  Of course I was hard, but I dared not
touch myself.  Then I felt something else.  First one guy, then several
were PISSING on me. One seemed to aim deliberately to piss in my mouth.  It
was the most humiliating thing which had been done to me to date, and
again, my slave self responded, automatically, by giving me the biggest
boner imaginable.

After the had finished, they left, and my new master -- they had called
him David -- jerked me up by my arm, and led me, still blindfolded, to
the side.  He roughly hosed me down, and then dragged me to some other
room.  I heard metal, could not figure out what was happening.  Then he
thrust me down on some sort of mat, and I heard a lock, then a metal door
closing.

Take off the blindfold, faggot.

I did as he said, and found I was locked in a cage, my collar attached by a
chain to a ring in the wall.

Now whenever I was taken from my cage, it was on my knees and with a dog
collar.  It was humiliating to be led down the hall like that, naked and on
a leash, and to see former slaves who had started after me, who were now
allowed to taunt me as much as they wanted.  Once in a while, I saw my
former trainer, and he would put his boot in front of me, I'd go to lick
it, and he'd pull it away from me.  He usually did this when there were
other people around to watch me degrade myself like that.

My new master was even more physically cruel than my trainer had been.  He
seemed to like the idea of having a white man as his slave to treat as he
pleased, as though I was his possession, as indeed I was.  Sometime he made
me drink his piss, sometimes he left me tied, ass in the air, on a sort of
sawhorse, where I was sure to be noticed and, usually, fucked, by any horny
guy who came by.  To make things very clear, he wrote PLEASE FUCK ME on my
back, and he ordered me to beg out loud to get fucked if any guy showed any
interest in me.  Sometimes he'd leave a dildo up my ass. If I was lucky it
would be attached to a sort of fucking machine which thrust relentlessly in
and out for hours at a time.  My prostate was endlessly stimulated, my cock
would be dripping pre-cum, but the way I tied -- with my dick hanging
down -- I couldn't quite get enough stimulation to cum on my own.  And
most of the guys preferred to watch to torment me rather than to relieve
me.  And of course there were the cock-teasers, the ones who would make me
suck their big hard cocks, would play with my balls and my cock a bit, till
I got close to orgasm, and then walk away laughing at my begging.
Sometimes they would take the whips or paddles hanging nearby and use me
for target practice.

Another thing my new master did was to make sure that guys who were
especially good looking showed me how inferior I was.  They would make me
kneel beside them, with my dog collar and leash, in front of the mirror. Of
course I'd be hard and desiring them, but no matter how hard I was
force-exercised, there were always better looking guys who I couldn't
equal.  My master wanted to make sure I realised my status at all times:
just a slave to torment or to use, subordinate to EVERYONE in the compound.
He wanted TOTAL submission, and he wanted it to be automatic: A word from
him and I obeyed, without thought.

Soon after acquiring me, David had my cage moved to an open room, with the
words "whipping boy" over the door.  My heart sunk, especially when I saw
the rules posted above.

1) The whipping boy is available to any man here who wants to use him for
sex or torture 2) He may not be damaged in any way that will derive the
NEXT man of his use 3) The whipping boy is entirely responsible for the
man's satisfaction and must address any man with the utmost respect and
humility. He must thank any man for anything done to him.  4) If any man is
unhappy with the whipping boy's behaviour, for any reason, he may punish
him as desired. The whipping boy is always assumed to be in the wrong.  The
complaint will also go to David, who will punish him again. The whipping
boy will lick the boots of the person making the complaint after each
punishment.  5) The whipping boy is to be returned to his cage and locked
in at the end of every session.  6) If the whipping boy is allowed to cum,
he must be humiliated and in pain at the time.

That meant that anyone who wanted a man to use sexually, or just to
torture, could use me, even the lowliest new slave.  When someone came into
the room, I had to fall on my knees instantly. He would take the keys from
the hook near the door, unlock my cage, and take me out, on my leash. I had
to offer my whole body for his use, whatever his wanted to do with me. A
lots of the guys appreciated having an official whipping boy, especially
after a hard day. The room was equipped with equipment for sexual torture.
It was easy to attach me in various positions by my collar (which was
locked on), my leather leg restraints, my cock ring, or with my leash.
There was a stocks, often guys would clamp me in, my ass in the air, and
whip me and fuck me in turn. Since I could not see behind me, I didn't even
know who was doing it.  No matter, I was responsible for their satisfaction
and had to thank them afterwards.  Hooks in the ceiling were often used to
attach my hands over my head. Guys would attach tight tit clamps and watch
me squirm, or order me to keep weights suspended from my balls moving. If I
did not ... more whipping.

There was also exercise equipment, since lots of guys liked to make me do
exercise and to torment me by whipping me or beating me while I was doing
it, or force me to do it with a dildo up my ass, tit-clamps, whatever.  I
usually had weights attached to my balls, so movement was painful, and some
of the guys liked to make me walk around the room on all fours, like the
dog slave I was.  Sometimes they would kick or beat me as I walked like
that, which usually made me instantly hard.  Sometimes they would order me
to jerk off while they slapped my balls, hard.  I came to like that, at
least I was allowed to jerk off. They made sure that if I did cum it was
always in pain of one sort or another. I learned to associate sexual
release with pain, and it got to the point where I NEEDED the pain, or else
I could not cum even if I was allowed. My whole mind was now transformed,
no will of my own, just sexual needs, need for more humiliation, and most
of all, need to serve these guys, especially if they hurt me.

One thing the guys liked to do to remind me of my status was to make me eat
cum -- lots of it.  A group of sex or seven guys would stand around
jerking off onto the floor. When they were done, they would order me to
lick it all up and eat it.  The mixture of all their cum made quite a
puddle, and I ended up eating the equivalent of a glass full of cum. Of
course I had to swallow it all, and go around on my knees, thanking each
guy by licking his feet.  This little game always made my cock very hard. I
actually liked eating all their cum, it made me feel like I had a bit of
them inside me.

Sometimes a guy would cum in a glass, and "save it" for me.  I'd have to
swallow his cold cum whenever he wanted. And thank him.  More and more, I
could tell that the guys got off on humiliating me in little
ways. Especially the new slaves, because they had no one else they could
order around.  So it gave them a feeling of power. When they had a rough
day themselves, they were encouraged to do whatever they had just
experienced to me, worse if they wanted.

They loved making me show how much I needed cum, and would beg for it.
Sometimes a group of guys would line up and jerk off in front of me.  I had
to wait on my knees, collared.  When a guy was ready to cum, he'd call me
over, and I'd lick it up like a dog, looking up at the good with my eyes
pleading, my mouth open, trying to get every drop to eat.  (Often they
would make me skip a meal before this.) Then another guy would call, and
I'd crawl over as fast as possible, while he shot down my throat. Of course
some cum always ended up on my face, dripping down, and they would make me
clean it off the floor afterwards, to show how much I needed it.  Often
there were LOTS of guys doing this, maybe 10 or 12, so I swallowed quite a
lot of cum. While this was happening the guys would make fun of me, since
they noticed that my own dick got totally rigid. They would yell. "Look at
the faggot, he actually LIKES it!". And I did. When they were done
sometimes they would make me lick each guy's feet and thank him profusely
for his cum.  Often one of the guys would whip me while I was thanking the
others, and if they did let me cum, it was only while being whipped, HARD.
I needed the pain and the humiliation to cum, in fact.

Another thing they did, even more degrading, was to tie me to a table, face
down, ass in the air, and blindfolded. They would tease my ass with their
dicks until I was begging to get fucked. Then they would fuck me, one after
another, each one pumping into me, using the previous guys cum as
lubricant.  Of course after 3 or 4 guys I was dripping cum from my ass.
Sometimes a guy would take some cum and jerk me off with it until I got
really hard and horny.  And then, of course, he would stop and not let me
cum myself. Sometimes a few guys would jerk off on my back or into my face
while the other fucked me in the ass. But they never cleaned me up.  Worse,
even when they untied me, I had to go around for the rest of the day
dripping cum all over, so that anyone who saw me knew what had happened.
And of course the guys passing me would make jokes about me being such a
cum slut. And I would say "yes, sir, I am a cum slut, sir".  Whenever guys
insulted me like that, I now had to agree with them out loud, and repeat
it, as part of my mind-conditioning.

When I had lived like this for several months, my trainer came over to me
one day. After I had licked his boots as usual, he told me my training was
complete; now I was ready to be sold. I would be auctioned off. Of course
my new master would be training me himself, to his personal specifications.
I was scared, and, to be honest, I was now aware of how much I would miss
my life as "slave zero". It was hard to admit, but I LIKED being treated
this way by all these guys. But of course, that had been the idea all
along, to use my own mind against me. And they had succeeded, incredibly.
So I begged him to keep me on, but a new stage of my life was about to
begin ...