Slave in Training

by Danny Tyran

  Without releasing my fingers, he pulled hard on the handle of the brush to remove it from my cock.

  I let out a hefty sigh, but it was no more than a speechless rattle. My body seemed to want to bend itself in every direction. I struggled to straighten and stay upright. But I couldn’t stand it anymore. I was sure that if Louis went on like that for just one more second, I’d faint.

  But then he began to remove the spikes. He started slowly, twisting them in one direction and then in the other. I didn’t know if it was tears, sweat or water flowing from the ceiling that was dripping on my face and body. I was drenched. Beyond reacting to anything. Louis slapped me several times to snap me out of my lethargy. “Hey there! I’m not finished yet. Stay with me.”

  He whipped me again, spinning around like a mad whirling dervish, not paying much attention to where the wire fell. He was staring at my master, who was trembling. That shook me up and made me react. I knew that there were only a few seconds left of the second session of my test.

  “You really think you gave me a hard time, Louis? Watch.” I pulled the last remaining pins from under my fingernails and threw them in his face.

  Louis was smeared by the bloody wedges. He stared at me, speechless for a second; then he laughed out loud. “I like you a lot, Max.”

  “That is the only thing that would scare me, sir, your love for me.”

  He smiled and told me he hoped to meet me “one on one”.

  Don’t count on it, I thought, but I didn’t say anything. Instead, I knelt before him and thanked him for coming. Then I kissed his feet, as I did for Kathy, and as I intended to do for everyone else. I wasn’t required to do that. It was not part of the ritual. But it seemed that it was the least I could do to express my gratitude to all these people, some of whom had come from far away to test me.

  When I knelt up, Louis leaned, put his lips on mine, and bit my lower lip until it bled. He left without even greeting my master or picking up the wedges, wire and brush from the ground. I bent to collect everything, but my head was still pounding and I fell over.

  Johnny didn’t call the next participant immediately. The doctor came over and began to treat my wounds. The one in my cock, those in my fingers and my lip. Disinfectant woke pain and I felt even worse. Johnny approached us. He stood behind me, holding me firmly, preventing me from falling again and asked, “Are you okay, kid?”

  I groaned.

  “No, Max. I want to hear you say loud and clear that you feel fit to continue.”

  “My head is spinning, Sir. I can barely stand on my feet, as you can see. But there is not much you can do about it. So, let’s pretend everything is okay. I am ready to carry on.”

  Johnny picked up the instruments Louis had been using before fetching the next participant. Fortunately for me, the next one was a fifty year old guy called Caro, who knew the market and community like the back of his hand and guessed what Louis was capable of. Caro was over six feet. He was a strapping lad, but he had a small paunch. His light brown hair had begun to turn white and thin out. His eyes were as gray and cold as ice. Yet, when he laid his eyes on me, I felt as if I were melting.

  He didn’t ask me how I was, but he wanted to know how his friend James felt. I appreciated it and it made me like him.

  My master raised his head and gave Caro a wan smile. “Usually, it’s the novice who gets asked this question, isn’t it?”

  “You didn’t answer my question, James. How are you?”

  “I’m fine, Caro. Thank you for being so interested in my well-being.”

  Caro gazed at my master for a while, then he turned to me. When his stern gaze fell on me, I couldn’t resist. I reached out, took one of his hands, brought it to my mouth and kissed his palm.

  “Why the kiss? Are you trying to awaken my pity?”

  “No, Sir. I’d only make things worse, I’m sure.”

  “So what’s the reason for this emotional outpouring?”

  “Your concern for my master. You’re the only one who bothered to ask about his well-being, Sir.”

  My eyes misted as I recalled the way my master had trembled during Louis’ session. I lowered my head. The man reached out and tilted my chin. He examined me while I stared at the motionless figure of my master, whose eyes were inward-looking again. “Was Louis too hard on you, kid?”

  My fingers were still bleeding and hurtful. “Louis? I don’t know anyone by that name, Sir.”

  The man made a small grunt of approval or doubt, I wasn’t sure. I didn’t understand why, but I had every confidence that I could trust this man. Maybe he was as severe as his icy gaze led me to believe, but he wouldn’t show unnecessary cruelty.

  He carried a crop in one hand, as he went to fetch chains and a metal bar which had shackles at each extremity. He ordered me to approach the other metal bar suspended from the ceiling and tied my wrists there, one at each end. Then he installed the other bar between my knees, which he attached to the shackles. My legs and arms were now wide apart and it was impossible to close them.

  First, he caressed me, touching my tits, squeezing them a little between his fingers. Then he began to give a gentle massage to my balls and cock. His caresses were becoming stronger, but he never tried to hurt me. Next he went behind me and inserted his fingers in my anus, one by one. Soon, I was gasping with pleasure. If this was some sort of test, I hoped it would last forever.

  Then while continuing his stroking, he began to question me. Unlike the others, he didn’t ask me about the past but about the future. He wanted to know what I intended to do with my life. As soon as I gave an answer that was not consistent with acceptable choices for a slave or a future master, because my response was too focused on myself or on my well-being, he hit me. Hard. It was clear that this was not the first time he had used a crop. He knew pretty well how to save his energy while striking very effective blows.

  Following that, he presented me with imaginary situations and asked how I would react if I was in such a predicament. Each one was ambiguous; it was not obvious at all to find a good answer. When I suggested something that would make someone suffer if I reacted that way in reality, he explained the problem while hitting me. Then he asked me to try again, and find a better solution. I tried to give serious consideration to what he was saying in the hope of giving the best possible response, while remaining as sincere as possible. Once, I had to give five different answers before I got it right. With each error, his whip became crueler. By the fifth try, I was wondering whether I’d ever find how I could react in such circumstances other than what I had already suggested. Then I tried to ignore my own side of the equation and just think about what I’d do if I were only to consider others.

  From then on, I got everything right. All his pitfalls didn’t present any problems I couldn’t solve. My error had been always trying to find answers that met my personal interests as well as those of others. It was not possible to find such a solution every time. Once I understood that, I did quite well.

  “Are you answering me like that only to avoid the whip, Max? Or if you would really behave that way?”

  “Sir, your whip made me realize my mistakes. In fact, there was only one error: I tend to think that I can always have it both ways: make my own and others’ happiness at the same time, but this is not always possible. And if I have to choose between my interests and my master’s, I prefer to choose my master’s.”

  As his hands had not ceased sliding all over my body, my cock was very stiff, seminal fluid oozed from the tip. If this man continued much longer, I was going to come and no one had given me permission to. I raised pleading eyes to his. He continued to caress me. Soon, I arched my back, ready to ejaculate. Then he started hitting my cock with his whip. Oh, not too hard, but enough to cause tremors throughout my body. I didn’t know if these quivers were due more to pain or pleasure. Probably a disturbing mixture of the two.

  “Give me your cum now, kid. Don’t make me wait, give it to me straight away.”

>   I remembered when my master had made the same request. I stretched my cock forward, offering it to Caro’s whip and came almost immediately.

  “Brave boy!” Caro said before untying my knees. Then he supported me to prevent me from falling and released my wrists. I knelt without delay and thanked him for helping me learn how to better discern my duty. I was also thankful that he had not forced me to run across the room or play some other exhausting game when I could barely stand upright.

  After storing away all the paraphernalia and saying goodbye to my master, he left. I felt a little better. But maybe I was going to pay for my ejaculation with a lack of energy during the next test. “How are you, Master?”

  “Are you also worrying about me?”

  “I’m not sure, Master, if your place is much more enviable than mine.”

  “Believe me, it is. I’m not saying this is easy for me to watch everybody test you, one after the other, but I’m not the one who is suffering.”

  “You mean you’d exchange your place for mine?”

  I didn’t hear his answer because it was drowned by a noise on the stairs. It wasn’t the rational part of my brain that triggered my reaction; it was its most animal, more instinctive part. The instant I saw Johnny lying unconscious on the stairs, and a stranger brandishing a weapon, I moved in front of my master and turned his armchair around, so the back faced the stranger. Grabbing the metal bar that was poking out of the box where Caro had stored it. I turned and launched myself at the stranger using all my strength to strike him. He dropped his gun and ended up flat on the floor, lying on his back. He didn’t move, but I couldn’t believe it had been so easy, so I picked up his gun before he had a chance to stir and pointed it in his direction. It was amazing how fast I had reacted.

  “It’s okay, Max,” my master said, while Johnny and the stranger slowly got to their feet. “This is Donald Wilson, known as Don to his friends. Don is one of my former slaves. Thank God that he wasn’t closer to you and you didn’t hit him on the head, or you’d have killed him.”

  Donald smiled while rubbing his chest where I had hit him, and lifted a hand as if to greet me in the way Native American did in movies or to make peace. I then saw that he had a pink mother-of-pearl false finger in lieu of the little finger on his left hand. He laughed at my bewilderment. But I was shaken, really shaken. If it wasn’t for Gaby and my horrible nightmare last night, perhaps I wouldn’t have reacted like that, but I broke into sobs, almost yelps of distress, which started from the depths of my being and gushed out as if I was vomiting my pain. My master came up and hugged me in a tight embrace. “There. There! It’s over. It was just a part of your test.”

  I snuggled closer against him and continued to pour my grief over his shoulder. “Never do that to me again.”

  “No, Max, I swear. Nothing like this will happen to you anymore.”

  Donald, went back to the main floor, and gave the other guests a brief account of how I reacted. The door was open and several of them began to applaud when they saw me and my master cuddling. Little by little, as I began to fully understand that I had nothing to fear for my master’s life, I calmed down. My master smiled at me and kissed me on the mouth. Then he went back to his chair, put it into its original position and sat down. My trial could now resume.

  Chapter 24

  I was still shaken by what had happened when the next participant made her entrance. It was Helena. In a way, I was happy she was next, especially seeing she was the only one entitled to a fifteen minute session. Once it was over, I wouldn’t have to worry about her or Louis anymore.

  Like most of the others, she greeted my master politely on arrival, but added with a sneer, “So, James, your life has been saved by one of your slaves.”

  “I’d rather not discuss this incident, Helena. Especially not with you.”

  “And why ‘especially not with me’?”

  “You know very well.”

  “I’d like to hear what you think.”

  “I think it’s time for you to retire, Helena. That way you will avoid a lot of trouble to everyone, including yourself.”

  “Threats now! You pick a fine time! I haven’t tested your baby yet.” She pointed a finger at me.

  “That ‘baby’ could teach you a lot about humanity and common sense.”

  I thought, Good! Go on bickering with each other. In the meantime, I’m fine and my test will be shorter. But from the sounds of things, Helena would want to make me pay for my master’s warning, which she regarded as a threat.

  After a few minutes of discussion, Helena decided it was finally time to begin her test. She turned to face me and began her destructive work. “Do you really believe everything your master told you ever since you met, Max? He inherited a fortune from his parents; he trains slaves because he believes in the value of slavery; when he sells you, he’ll enrich you as well as himself. Do you really believe all this gibberish shit?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “He’s good, isn’t he? He collects naive kids like you and convinces them that they are born to serve. He trains them as circus animals, and when he believes they are ready to give their little show, he gathers us here so that we can see what a gifted tamer he is. But you know something, Max? The better you submit, the more riches he gains from your sale. Have you ever thought about that?”

  “Yes, ma’am. It’s logical that he be rewarded for his good work.”

  “Rewarded! Max. Do you know what these people assembled here are? Merchants of children, that’s all. Nothing more. They become richer by gambling on slaves’ innocence. They don’t care what you experience in reality. As long as you do what they expect of you, everything is fine. But if you rebel... Well, there is an accident or a deadly attack, and a child gets killed. Do you understand?”

  I looked at her, disgusted by what she was hinting about my master. Maybe if someone else had told me that, I would have some doubts, but Helena...

  “I know what you are thinking, Max. But your master anticipated what I was about to tell you. He knew that I’d try to open your eyes before it’s too late. So he messed up my image in your mind. He prepared the ground to ensure that you don’t believe me. There was no attack on him. He killed Gabrielle because she rebelled. Why do you think it happened while you were gone? That way he could tell the police whatever he wanted and keep you in ignorance of the truth.”

  My master made no reply. He let her tarnish his reputation, allowing her to break my heart and poison my mind.

  “It’s always the same,” she continued. “When a novice revolts and threatens to reveal everything to the police, an accident happens, doesn’t it, Johnny?” Helena turned toward the stairs, where Johnny was sitting. When she faced me again, she resumed her slanders. “Johnny also lost one of his slaves in an attack. Didn’t you, Johnny?”

  “You’re a bitch, Helena!”

  “Say what you want about me, but answer my question.”

  “Yes, it’s true,” Johnny growled.

  Helena scrutinized me, trying to judge the effect Johnny’s answer had on me. The effect was devastating. Both my master and Johnny? How was this possible?

  “They aren’t the only ones, by the way. Louis has killed some of his slaves. But your master told you that, didn’t he? Yes. He killed because they wanted to do the same thing that Gabrielle was about to do: reveal everything to everyone. Louis is young. He isn’t as good as James at convincing kids like you of the majesty of slavery. That’s why he had to kill more than one slave. As for James, he has always been very efficient in the petty game of persuasion.”

  She kept striding back and forth in front of me, leaving me time to digest what she had just said. I felt like vomiting. I didn’t know what to think about it all. I was the unhappiest I’d been since Gaby’s death.

  “You think you can quit and leave this place at any time? Try it. Try it, Max. You’ll see that you won’t get far. One of them will stop you before you take a few steps outside this house;
that’s if you manage to get out.”

  Yes, but if I did try to leave, my ordeal would end and I’d have failed. I didn’t know what to do. Should I attempt to leave and test the truth of her words or stay to complete this ordeal and try to find out later? But how could I resume this test, with all the misgivings she had inserted into my mind? My God, what will happen to me?

  “You don’t know what to think. I can understand that. Listen, I have to test you anyway. That’s why I’m here. We’ll take a walk upstairs. Have a good look at all these predators. Then decide. Choose, but choose fast and well. When we come back down, tell me what you intend to do. Okay?”

  I nodded. That’s all I found the strength to do. She went rummaging through the cabinet and came back with female clothes, shoes with high heels, a long auburn wig and a leather harness which I didn’t know the purpose of. She checked with my master, “Do the clothes, wig and shoes account for one item or three?”

  “You can keep everything.”

  She then wrapped the straps around my penis to force my dick and nutsack between my legs. The only parts visible were the two straps passing in front and behind, holding them in place. But the contact with Helena’s hot hands had aroused me. My dick was half hard. An erect penis isn’t made for such a position. In addition, my balls were mercilessly squeezed into their narrow hiding place. It was more than uncomfortable; it hurt.

  Helena handed me the clothes and ordered me to put them on. There was an elastic girdle to hold the black silk stockings, a bra containing fake rubber breasts filled with a gelatinous substance and lacy lingerie. I would look really lovely in this outfit, but I wondered what my former classmates and parents would think if they saw me dressed like that.

  When I was ready, Helena placed the wig on my head. Then, as soon as I inserted my feet into the high-heeled shoes, she ordered me to walk. Right from the start she beat me with the short rattan rod she had won in the draw. The shoes were too small and my toes were being crushed inside the tapered tips. Even if they were the right size, I would have staggered. To keep my balance, I had to arch my back and stiffened my legs. Thanks to my unnatural gait, at each step, the straps around my groin pulled on my genitals, giving them painful shocks.