Slave in Training

by Danny Tyran

  Like Dr. Rhainds, some of our guests believed that a test lasting more than three hours was cruel. Others thought that the number of participants shouldn’t exceed ten people, to ensure everyone to have enough time for an adequate testing. Many believed that a single instrument was sufficient, that the imagination should be enough to fill the gap. But others had quite different beliefs. The discussion was lively. I hated the fact that some expressed implicit criticisms toward my master and his operating methods.

  Judging by what I learned, my master was even more demanding than average. His approach was also more rigorous. Despite the nasty comments by some guests tonight, I learned that when evaluating the performance of other candidates for slavery, any criticism he made was taken very seriously. His judgment was considered sound and trustworthy.

  When my master returned from the basement, I looked around for Louis but I couldn’t see him. My master spoke with Don for a moment, and then beckoned me to come closer. “We tied up Louis in the basement. He ventured down there under his steam, drawn by curiosity about what was happening. Now, Johnny and I will go looking for Helena. A detective we hired said he knows where she is. If she hasn’t fled once again, we’ll present the facts to our community’s members here in Montreal on Monday. Then they’ll be judged. I doubt that with all the evidence now collected, they will be able to escape their punishment. So, as I have to leave for a few hours, take good care of our guests along with Don, Jerry and Samuel. Understood?”

  “Yes, Master. But, please, be careful.”

  “Don’t worry, Max. I’ll be back safe and sound in a few hours.”

  Despite his reassurances, I was very scared about his safety. If Helena was indeed responsible for Gabrielle’s death, she had to be on her guard and ready to confuse or neutralize anyone coming to capture her.

  I went to put a new record on the turntable, while my master announced his and Johnny’s departure and briefly explained why they were leaving. Several curious guests wanted to know what they had done with Jean and Louis, but my master didn’t want a crowd in the basement, so he remained evasive.

  I spent the rest of the evening more often on all fours than in any other position. During the meal, the guests had fun throwing food at me which I was to catch in my mouth. If it fell on the ground, I had to eat it anyway, but then the pitcher of that throw was entitled to special favors. So I often found myself between the legs of one guest or another, my mouth full of male or female juices, feeding more on their various secretions than on their pieces of food.

  Don replenished the table with food, removed the leftovers, served drinks, played the role of facilitator, and looked after various practical issues. The guests wanted to know where to find the toilet, a hotel close to our house, a grocery store nearby, etc. Don had answers to all these questions. Seeing he owned an inn on Montreal Island, he was familiar with the city and its surroundings. But maybe he had also made special preparations for the event. That was the sort of thing expected of a former slave under these circumstances. In any case, he lived up to expectations. I considered myself fortunate to have him to back me up.

  After the meal, several guests left and asked me to say goodbye to my master and Johnny for them. Some began to dance. Others decided to swim naked in our backyard pool. Despite my sensitive soles, I danced a little. A few stepped on my bare toes.

  As the evening wore on, I became more and more worried about my master and Johnny. I put on a brave face and endeavored to stay attentive to everybody and address their needs adequately, but my heart wasn’t in it anymore. More than once, Don tried to reassure me, but I could tell he was as worried as I was.

  At about one o’clock in the morning, we began to help the remaining guests to settle for the night. Some camped in the yard. Lisa, who hadn’t bathed in the pool, led me to the bathroom and asked me to wash her. The prospect excited me a lot. Don offered to replace me, to prevent me from soaking my wounded fingers in water and soap.

  I hastened to reassure him, “I can wear rubber gloves.”

  Lisa accepted this suggestion. I was delighted. So I gave her a bath, while Don took care of the others. I ran the water in the bathtub and asked Lisa if the temperature suited her. She wanted me to freshen it up a little. I did so and added a bag of natural herbs. Then I helped her undress. She was as beautiful as I had imagined. Everything was in the right place and had the ideal shape according to my standards of feminine beauty. Her skin had no blemishes. It was as pink and smooth as that of a newborn. And she amused herself like a child in the bath. But I was her rubber duck. I couldn’t do otherwise than to bathe myself too. But I tried to keep my hands as much as possible out of the water. After childish frolics and a lot of splashing on the floor tiles, she ordered me to make her come, using just my mouth. I started sucking her breasts, but after a while she got tired and opened the lips of her girlish nude cunt. This single gesture was enough to stir my desire a little more.

  “Go diving, darling. But no taking your head out of the water until I come.”

  I took a deep breath and attacked my task with enthusiasm, hoping that our games in the bath water had excited her as much as they had me: my cock was already defying gravity. As she held her labia apart, I was able to keep my hands on her breasts and gently tease her tits. After about two minutes, I was wondering if I would get out of that bath alive. But soon after, I started to feel tension in her thighs. I still had a little breath left, so I wasn’t worried about getting there on time.

  Then I heard my master saying, “Don’t drown him without buying him first.” I almost took my head out of the water, I was so happy about his return. But at that moment, Lisa began to laugh and come at the same time. I lifted my head out of the water, sucking in air greedily, and sought my master’s face. He was smiling at me.

  “I’m so glad that you’re finally back,” I gasped, short of breath and with a lump in my throat caused by the tension accumulated during all those long hours of waiting.

  “We don’t know where Helena has fled to. She wasn’t where we expected her to be. Then we went to see if she was at one of her friends’ house in Rivière-des-Prairies. If she was there, we couldn’t see her. Her car wasn’t parked in the driveway or in the garage or even in the surrounding streets. I’ll put a detective on her trail tomorrow morning.”

  Lisa responded, “Of course she was expecting you to come. She’s not stupid. She must have prepared her escape some time ago. I don’t know if you’ll ever manage to find her. She is the richest of all of us. She can go wherever she wants for as long as she pleases, change her identity, even her look.”

  “I know all that, Lisa. But I’m not the only one willing to pay to stop her. This is something we have been preparing for a long time. We’ll find her, believe me.”

  I helped Lisa out of the bath and dried her. Then my master allowed me to go to bed. He forbade anyone to disturb my sleep, saying to those still awake, “He has deserved this sleep, hasn’t he?”

  Fortunately for me, they all agreed. My master came to nurse my wounds and tuck me in bed, just as if I was a young child. He kissed me on both cheeks and then on the lips. “You did a great job today, Max.”

  “Thank you, Master. I so wanted you to be proud of me.”

  “You succeeded. I’m very proud of my youngest boy,” he added, with a smile at once tender and mischievous.

  “I’ll miss you enormously, Master.”

  “I know. I’ll miss you too. But don’t think of that now. It’s better to enjoy the few days we have left, instead of tormenting ourselves about our separation, don’t you agree?”

  “Yes, Master. But wouldn’t it be possible for me to stay now that you have stopped Louis and Jean, seeing Helena is on the run?”

  “On the run, but still free to harm us. As long as you’re here, she’ll be sure that I love you too much to let you go. So she may wish to hurt me through you. I don’t want to put you at such risk. If we catch her soon, we’ll see. But if not, you have to l
eave. Come on, don’t think about it. Sleep. Good night! Sweet dreams.”

  “I’ll dream you find Helena soon. Good night, Sir.”

  He kissed me again, at the corners of my mouth. His lips were so soft and wet they made me shiver. He left me to rejoin our remaining visitors. Shortly after, Johnny’s shadow appeared on the wall of my room. “I wanted to congratulate you, Max. While we were driving, James didn’t stop telling me how proud he was of you. You have made him very happy today, kid.”

  “Do you think there is a chance for me to stay here, Sir?”

  “Not while Helena is on the loose. James wanted to trap her tonight. That’s why we went to friends of hers. But I knew it would be useless. Your master would like you to stay, believe me. But in the current situation, you’ll be in less danger elsewhere, in a place that Helena doesn’t know of. Several people put in a bid to buy you. But James believes better not to auction you as planned, even if that means a lot less money. Selling you to an acquaintance or a well-known owner who has proved his trustworthiness and reliability will ensure you don’t fall into the hands of Helena’s accomplices. And James can better keep your buyer’s name a secret. Plus the purchaser will get a bargain with a good little slave like you, Max.”

  “I would love you to buy me, Sir.”

  “I doubt that would be possible, Max. Those who want to buy you are much richer than I am. They offered much more for you than I can pay. And your master believes that you need to learn to forget yourself a little more. He wants to teach you humility. Most likely, he’ll choose a master who has numerous servants and slaves, so that you’re only one among so many others, that way you won’t think yourself exceptional. He also wants you to have the opportunity to give yourself for the mere pleasure of self-sacrifice, rather than always seeking your masters’ attention.

  “My master wants to keep guiding me even when we’re separated.”

  Johnny gave a bark of laughter so typical of big, sturdy men, like him. Warm, true laughter, stemming from the depths of his guts and spirit. “Good night, little one.”

  “Good night, Sir. Thank you for helping me. If you hadn’t reminded me of the importance of my success to my master, I don’t think I would have made it through.”

  “You’re welcome, Max. Sleep well.”

  Chapter 26

  I fell asleep almost as soon as Johnny left my room. I had survived the longest and hardest day of my life, and I was dead-tired.

  My master had ordered everyone to let me sleep, but of course there are always some rebels who don’t follow rules. Shortly after falling asleep on my stomach, I felt a hand on my ass. I lifted my buttocks, offering myself before I was all awake.

  “How well your master trained you, my little pet!” I heard Jerry say.

  “How can I help you, Sir?”

  “By letting me put this in your mouth,” he answered, pointing to his aroused cock. I gave him a blowjob. In fact, it was more he who masturbated with my mouth, sinking his rigid shaft to the hilt in one thrust many times. His hip movements were brutal, savage. He came in record time. Then he patted my head. “You’ll miss me, little pet. Not only because of that,” he said, looking at his now flabby cock. “You’re strong and bold. How many times did you dare to answer me sarcastically? It could have been very costly to you, but your audacity made me smile. Now, get back to sleep little wolf disguised in sheep. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

  As he spoke to me, he stroked my head and his voice vibrated with sincerity. His kind words touched me deeply.

  But I couldn’t fall back to sleep, thus I went to check if my master was fine. When I reached his room, I saw that Lisa was sleeping in his arms. I’d have liked to sleep in my master’s arms that night too. I felt that I had earned that right. But no, I was to sleep in my slave room. Alone. Yet even while thinking about my loneliness, I found myself blaming my selfishness. My master had also had a tough day. He had the right to take his pleasure where he saw fit.

  I returned to my room and lay on the bed. Hands clasped behind my neck, I stared up at the ceiling. Images began to transform the white painted surface into a projection screen of my misery. I could see my departure day, kissing my master for the last time. I didn’t want to leave. Ever. The idea of my going away was unbearable. I buried my face in the crook of my arm, trying to stifle my overwhelming sobs. I cried long and hard, and fell asleep in the midst of my tears.

  When my alarm went off, I followed my usual ritual, as if the previous day had never taken place. I worked out, took a shower, nursed my most serious wounds and replaced the bandage on my truncated finger. I even gave myself an enema, adding some iodine to the liquid. Maybe some guests would want to have a little fun with me before leaving.

  Don was hovering nearby. When I finished, he took my place in the shower. “How are you this morning, Max?” he asked.

  “Fine, Sir, and you?”

  “Good. But now that I have employees to take care of things for me, I’m not used to getting up so early on weekends. Usually, it’s me giving the orders. This little episode reminds me of the good old days, and the not so good ones too,” he said, smiling.

  “You don’t remember this stage of your life as a happy time, Sir?”

  “I do, to a degree. But I wasn’t as good a slave as you are, Max. There were lots of things I did only out of love for my master, not because I was cut out for a slave life.”

  “I also do a lot of things for him, just because I know that’s what he expects from me.”

  “I don’t doubt it. James isn’t an ordinary man, he’s like a powerful drug. There comes a time when we think we’ll never again be able to do without him.”

  Don smiled and went to take his shower. Then he helped me prepare breakfast for everyone. It was obvious that he was used to cooking for a lot of people: preparations flowed fast and well. Meanwhile, we discussed our master, how he dealt with the differences between us. We came to the conclusion that our master adapted his teaching methods and the extent of his requirements to the capabilities of his pupils.

  “In a sense, he’s as demanding of everybody he trains; it’s just that everyone isn’t able to give as much, and he understands that pretty well.”

  “Of all the things our master required of you, what was the hardest to achieve?” I asked him.

  “To walk away. To leave him,” he answered without hesitation.

  I was speechless. I don’t know why, but I hadn’t expected that answer. But now, I understood its full meaning. All the weight of what Don had just confessed came as a painful shock to me. I felt tears rise in my eyes. I knew then it would definitely not be the last time I’d have this reaction at the mere thought of my own departure. Don came closer to me and rested his hand on my shoulder. “The meal will be too salty if you continue.”

  I gave him a pathetic smile and went back to work. The rest of the morning was busy. It seemed that everyone needed to catch a plane leaving at a different time for a different destination. I realized how these people had put themselves out just to come and contribute to my test. It was important for me to thank them by giving them everything they could desire before their departure.

  After breakfast, I helped everyone pack. I had to phone many times to the airport, checking on their flight times. I also called taxis, and when they arrived, made sure their luggage was stowed properly in the trunk. Everyone was nice to me, ruffling my hair, giving me a pat on the butt or elsewhere, repeating how much they would like to have a slave like me. I tried to do a kind deed or say a friendly word, unique to everyone, something likely to please and leave a good memory of their stay at my master’s.

  Lunchtime approached, so Don and I started to prepare a meal. “Do you think there’s a chance that he’ll agree to keep me with him?”

  “No, I don’t think so. He seems to like you a lot. Yesterday he was so tense. I’d never seen him so nervous even though I have participated in other trials. I am sure he attached a great deal of importance to your suc
cess, Max. But all his slaves wanted the same thing afterward: to stay with him. He has always refused. And in your case, it’s even more important that he does, given Helena’s escape and what happened to Gabrielle. No, I do believe it’s better for you to stop thinking about it.”

  What he said made a lot of sense, but I didn’t want to resign myself to my fate. I couldn’t.

  While I was asleep, Johnny and Samuel had handed Jean and Louis over to the officials responsible for the first stage of the legal proceedings for their incarceration. So finally, there were just Johnny, Jerry, Don, my master and I left here. After serving the meal to everyone, Don came to sit down on the floor beside me. My master suggested, “You can sit with us if you want, Don.”

  “No, thank you, Sir. I’m well enough here. It reminds me of the good old days.”

  My master smiled. “As you wish.”

  While eating, Johnny, Jerry and my master talked about our guests, the hardships they had imposed on me, each test’s value and the masters’ qualifications. Then they started talking about Louis, Jean and Helena, and what would happen to them.

  Given that it was difficult to put criminals in the hands of the country’s official justice system without running the risk of seeing everything connected to the slave market brought to light, the community had developed its own legal system. Criminals were caught, placed under arrest and kept in custody, but they were turned over to justice, as it existed in the slave market community. There was an official trial where the complainant and his legal advisor had to prove the guilt of the accused beyond reasonable doubt. Then a judgment was rendered.

  “Are we going to kill them, Master?” I asked, a little worried.

  “I won’t be the doer. But something like that has happened before. In my opinion, it would be no great loss if the judge sentenced Louis and Helena to death. As for Jean, of course, he’s the one who pulled the trigger and killed Gabrielle. But despite all his bravado and his cruelty, Jean is only a weakling they forced to carry out the deed. Jean and Louis are half-brothers. They ignore one another in public, but in private, Jean has always been his brother’s plaything. And as for Louis, he fulfills the same role for Helena,” my master explained.