Masters High Chapter 2: First Day of Classes

It’s the first day of classes at Masters High, and reality is starting to set in for Luke Dunn. He realizes that he needs to toughen up to survive

FULL SUMMARY: It’s the first day of classes at Masters High, and reality is starting to set in for Luke Dunn. He realizes that he needs to toughen up to survive here, especially with intimidating boys like Ryan O’Neill and shady characters like Nolan Kramer. Luke gets guidance from his friends (especially David Webber) and his mentor David Sterling on how to be a more brutal sex slave owner.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This chapter sees some more extreme topics, including raceplay, more graphic depictions of beating women, references to snuff/murder, and mentions of scat. Buckle up, because the story won’t get any tamer.

I realize that there are quite a few characters to keep up with now. Again, if you’d like a visualization so that you can envision how I see my characters, you can email me at [email protected] (all the depictions are fully-clothed AI-generated models).

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We walked into the Slave Training 101, which takes place in the gym. All the freshmen and their slaves were there, along with our senior mentors and one of their slaves. We sat in the bleachers, and I took a seat next to Will.

“Hey man!” Will said. “Meet my slave, Alexis!” He pointed to a pretty redhead girl sitting next to him.

“Hi,” she said, nervously.

“Hi,” I nodded. I extended my hand for a handshake, but Will quickly shot my hand down. “Dude,” he whispered. “Remember, you’re not supposed to treat them well! If you shake her hand, that makes it look like you’re acknowledging her as a human!”

“Oh, right,” I replied, remembering the rule. “Anyway, this is my slave, Sarah” I said, pointing to my slave.

“Hi,” Sarah smiled. Will just gave her a half-smile and nod. Just then, David came sitting next to us, holding a leash that was attached to a collar on a pretty blonde girl’s neck. She looked beaten bad.
“Hey, losers,” he said, taking a seat. “This is my slave, Lacey. Say hello, bitch.”

“H-Hello,” Lacey stammered, obviously very scared.

“Hey David!” Will said. “It looks like you really did a number on her last night!” he laughed.

“Yeah, she was being a naughty bitch,” David smirked. “Had to teach her a lesson. Isn’t that right, slut?” he asked, pulling on the leash.

“Y-Yes,” Lacey stammered.

“Damn, dude, you really fucked her up,” I said. “What did she do?”

“Absolutely nothing,” David laughed. “But the point is, she needs to remember her place from time to time. And the best way to do that is to beat her ass and make her bleed.”

I whispered over to Sarah, “are you sure you want me to treat you like that?”

“Yes, Master,” Sarah whispered. “It will make you happy,” she smiled.

“Alright, students, listen up,” the teacher began, walking up to the middle of the gym. He was a handsome dark-haired man in his early 40s, with a bit of facial hair. He was wearing a suit and had a confident air about him.

“Welcome to Slave Training 101,” he announced. “My name is Mr. Baxter, and I will be your instructor for this class. However, your mentors will really be the ones guiding you through this course. Now, the purpose of this class is to teach you how to properly care for your slaves. There are many different ways to do this, but each of your mentors has his own preferred method. We’ll be learning a lot this semester, such as how to discipline a slave, how to show you’re in charge, how to beat a slave, and much more. So, who wants to start us off today? How did you guys treat your slaves last night?”

“Well,” Connor yelled out. “We had a lot of sex.”

“Good,” Mr. Baxter said. “But there’s much more to the slave system than just sex. How did you treat your slave before and after the sex? Did you make sure she felt degraded, humiliated, and subservient?”

“Hell yeah!” Connor replied. “I choked her out and slapped her around a bit.”

“Excellent,” Mr. Baxter nodded. “And did you make her thank you after the sex?”

“Yeah, I made her say, ‘thank you, Master, for letting me suck your dick,” Connor replied.

“Very good,” Mr. Baxter nodded. “Now, how about the rest of you? Who else has some stories to share?”

“My slave and I had a great time last night,” Nolan said. “After fucking her ass, I made her lick the shit off my cock.”

“Well done,” Mr. Baxter said. “We may be exploring scat play later on in the semester, depending on time.”

“Yes!” Nolan cheered. Interesting.

“Today though, you will be performing in front of your mentors. Your mentors will evaluate your performances so that they know the areas you need to work on,” Mr. Baxter announced. “So go meet with your mentors in your corner of the gym, and they will assess how you fuck your slaves.”

“Oh, boy,” I mumbled. I guess I should’ve known that I would have to fuck in front of Draven at some point, but I wasn’t expecting it to be on the first day of class. I walked over to the corner of the gym where Draven was, and there was a small, twin-sized bed set up for us.

“Well, well, New Money,” Draven said, grinning. “Looks like it’s time to put your money where your mouth is,” pointing at the bed.

“Heh, yeah,” I chuckled, nervously.

“So, today I’m going to assess how you fuck this bitch,” he said, nodding at Sarah. “And then we’ll see where you can use improvement. Sound good?”

“Um, yeah,” I replied.

“Great,” he said. “Then get fucking.”

I looked over at Sarah and shrugged. She gave me a sympathetic smile.

“You ready, Sarah?” I asked.

“Of course, Master,” she nodded.

“Made a mistake already,” Draven said, writing something on his clipboard. “You don’t ask a slave if they’re ready; if anything, they should be asking you. Slaves are expected to be ready to drop everything and have sex with you whenever YOU feel like it.”

“O-Oh,” I stammered. “Sorry, I’ll remember that.”

“You better,” Draven sighed. “Now let’s see what you look like under that prep boy uniform.”

I took off my jacket and unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my muscular physique.

“Wow, not bad, New Money,” Draven nodded, admiring my torso. “You must work out a lot.”

“Yeah, I was on my hockey team back in middle school,” I replied.

“Ah, back in Bumfuck,” he laughed. “Well you’ve got a nice body, and we’ll work on making it even better. For now, let’s get on with the fucking.”

I unzipped my pants and took them off, revealing my black briefs.

“Let’s see that dick,” Draven said, gesturing towards my crotch.

I slowly pulled down my underwear, revealing my soft cock.

“Nice,” Draven nodded, appraising it. “Good size for a 14-year-old, you know that?”

I can’t believe it, but I got hard from him saying that. It’s a nice compliment, and my dick seemed to agree.

“I see it’s starting to grow,” Draven smirked, noticing. “Well, get on with it, New Money. Fuck her brains out.”

I looked over at Sarah, who was waiting patiently on the bed.

“Do you want to undress me, Master?” Sarah asked, sweetly.

“Um, yeah, sure,” I replied. I walked over and carefully unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her bare chest.

“Would you like to touch my tits, Master?” she asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

“They’re all yours, Master,” she smiled.

I reached out and caressed her breasts, feeling her nipples getting hard under my fingers.

“Mmm, that feels nice, Master,” she moaned.

I continued to fondle her tits, rubbing her nipples. I felt a little bold and starting sucking on one of them.

“Oh, Master,” Sarah moaned, as I swirled my tongue around her nipple.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, you little whore?” Draven said, writing on his clipboard. “You love having your Master’s tongue on your dirty little titties.”

“Yes, Master,” Sarah nodded. “I love it.”

I continued to suck her tits, and I could feel her nipples getting even harder. I switched to the other breast, giving it equal attention.

“Ah, Master,” Sarah moaned.

“Are you mute, New Money?” Draven asked. “Come on, talk dirty to her!”

“Um, right,” I replied. “I love sucking your tits, Sarah.”

“Mmm, thank you, Master,” she moaned.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” I said, getting into it. “You like having my tongue on your dirty little tits.”

“Oh, yes, Master,” she moaned. “Please master, keep going!”

“Mmm, you’re a horny little slut, aren’t you?” I teased, licking her nipple. “You can’t get enough of my tongue.”

“Oh god, yes,” Sarah moaned. “Please, Master, don’t stop.”

“Yeah, you’re my dirty little whore,” I said, continuing to lick her nipples, and I started sliding my tongue down her body. “I bet you can’t wait to feel my tongue on your pussy.”

“Oh, yes, Master,” she moaned. “Please, eat me out.”

I slid down her her panties, and I could see her pussy glistening with arousal.

“God, you’re a dirty girl,” I said, running a finger across her wet slit. “Look at how wet you are. You can’t get enough of my tongue, can you?”

“No, Master,” Sarah moaned. “I want you to taste me. Please, lick my pussy.”

“As you wish,” I replied. I slid my tongue down her slit, tasting her juices. God damn, this is the first time I’m eating a pussy, at it tastes great.

“Ah, Master,” she moaned.

“God, you taste so good,” I said, continuing to lick her. “I could do this all day.”

“Thank you, Master,” she said. “I’m glad you like it.”

I kept licking her, and I could feel her getting wetter and wetter. I positioned my hands on her hips so that I could really munch down on her.

“Oh, Master,” Sarah moaned, her hips bucking. “I’m going to cum.”

“Cum for me, Sarah,” I said, licking her clit.

“Ah, Master!” she moaned, and her orgasm began to wash over her. Her body convulsed as her pussy gushed, and I eagerly licked up her juices.

“Mmm, delicious,” I said, after finishing her off, wiping the squirt off my lips. “You taste incredible, Sarah.”

“Th-Thank you, Master,” Sarah panted, trying to catch her breath.

“Alright, that was alright,” Draven said, scribbling on his clipboard. “But it’s not supposed to be about her pleasure, now is it?”

“No, I suppose not,” I replied, a bit confused.

“So are you going to get her to suck your dick, or you just going to stand there like an idiot with your mouth full of pussy juice?” Draven asked.

“Oh, right,” I nodded. “Sarah, could you, uh, suck my dick, please?”

“Of course, Master,” Sarah replied. “Anything you want.”

“Okay, cool,” I nodded. “Uh, would you like to get on your knees for me?”

“Yes, Master,” she replied, getting on her knees. She looked up at me with big eyes, and slowly took my hard cock in her mouth.

“Come on, Luke!” Draven said, annoyed. “Enough with saying ‘please’ and ‘would you like.’ Get more aggressive!”

“Alright,” I nodded. “Sarah, suck my cock!”

“Yes, Master,” she replied, taking my entire length in her mouth.

“Oh god,” I moaned. “You feel so good.”

“Keep talking,” Draven instructed.

“Yeah, you’re such a slut,” I said, a bit unsure. “You love sucking my cock, don’t you?”

“Mmm, yes, Master,” Sarah moaned with my member in her mouth, sucking away.

“Fuck, you’re good at this,” I moaned. “Yeah, you’re my little cocksucker, aren’t you?” I asked, gripping her hair.

“Yes, Master,” Sarah moaned. “I love your big cock,” she mumbled as she tried to speak with my cock down her throat.

“God damn, this is hot,” I moaned.

“Okay, now we’re getting somewhere,” Draven said, jotting something down on his clipboard. “Now be a bit more active. Fuck her throat.”

“Right,” I nodded. I pulled her hair, forcing her to take my entire length.

“Ah, yes, Master,” Sarah moaned, looking up at me.

“Fuck, you’re a good cocksucker,” I said, thrusting my hips as she sucked my cock. “Yeah, take that dick. Take all of it.”

“Mmm, yes, Master,” Sarah moaned, and her eyes watered.

“God, that’s fucking hot,” I said, continuing to thrust. “Look at your little tears, you filthy slut. You love this, don’t you?”

“Mmm, yes, Master,” Sarah moaned.

“Yeah, you’re my little cockslut,” I said, and the words felt so good coming out of my mouth. “I’m going to cum in your throat.”

“Mmm, yes, please, Master,” Sarah said, continuing to suck me off.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned, and my cock exploded, shooting a huge load down her throat.

“Yes, Master,” Sarah moaned, swallowing my cum. “Thank you, Master.”

“Yeah, you’re welcome, bitch,” I said, patting her head.

“Alright, not bad, New Money,” Draven said, still writing. “Getting better with the dirty talk there. You came pretty quickly, but that’s to be expected for a first timer. Now let’s see you actually fuck this slut.”

“Okay,” I nodded, and looked down at Sarah.

“How would you like me, Master?” she asked.

“Oh, uh, I’d like you on all fours, please,” I replied.

“Of course, Master,” she replied, turning around. She lifted her ass up, presenting her tight pussy and asshole to me.

“What did I say about ‘please?'” Draven asked, annoyed again.

“Sorry,” I sighed. “Sarah, turn around and present yourself to me.”

“Yes, Master,” she said, and turned around, showing her ass.

“Yeah, that’s a nice ass,” I said, running a finger along her wet pussy. “Are you ready for my cock?”

“Yes, Master,” she nodded. “I’m ready.”

I rubbed my cock along her pussy, teasing her, and then I slid inside her.

“Ah, fuck,” I groaned, her warm, wet pussy enveloping my cock.

“Oh, Master,” Sarah moaned, and her eyes rolled back in her head.

“You like that, you little slut?” I asked, gripping her hips.

“Yes, Master,” she moaned.

“Yeah, you love it, don’t you?” I asked, thrusting my hips.

“Yes, Master,” Sarah moaned.

I was getting into it, and smacked her ass hard as I fucked deep into her pussy.

“Ah, fuck,” I groaned.

“Yes, Master,” Sarah moaned. “Harder, please.”

“Oh, you’re such a little whore,” I said, and I smacked her ass harder. “You want it harder, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master,” she moaned.

“You’re a filthy slut, aren’t you?” I asked, and I smacked her ass like I was swatting a fly.

“Ah, yes, Master,” she moaned.

I was really getting into it, and I spanked her hard.

“You’re a worthless cunt, aren’t you?” I asked. “Just a hole for me to fuck, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Master,” she moaned.

“Yeah, you’re just here to serve me,” I said in the heat of the moment. I didn’t care about any previous morals right now; in this moment, she was my slut.

“Mmm, yes, Master,” Sarah moaned, her body rocking.

“Yeah, take my cock, bitch,” I grunted, smacking her ass. “You’re a lucky girl, getting to take my rich alpha cock. Do you realize how privileged you are?”

“Y-Yes, Master,” Sarah moaned.

“Tell me,” I commanded, pulling her hair. “Tell me how lucky you are to have my cock in your pussy.”

“I’m so lucky, Master,” Sarah moaned. “Your cock feels so good inside of me. I’m a privileged whore to get to take your alpha cock.”

“That’s right,” I said, grabbing her ass. “And what are you?”

“I’m a privileged whore, Master,” she moaned. “Please, cum inside of me.”

“Not until you tell me how much you want it,” I said, gripping her hips.

“Master, please, fill me with your seed,” Sarah moaned. “I need to feel your cum inside of me. It’s all I’m good for. I’m just a hole for you to use and abuse. Please, Master, please cum inside of me.”

“Ah, fuck,” I groaned, and my orgasm overtook me. My cock exploded, shooting ropes of cum inside her pussy.

“Thank you, Master,” Sarah moaned, and her body convulsed as she came.

After my orgasm subsided, I collapsed on the bed next to her.

“Nicely done, New Money,” Draven smiled. “Not too shabby. Your dirty talk needs some work, but you’ll get there. Just remember, this isn’t about their pleasure, it’s about yours. But you did a pretty good job. You lasted a while, and you’re able to control yourself when you fuck her. You did pretty well for someone who literally lost their virginity yesterday.”

“Thanks,” I said, out of breath, holding on to Sarah. “What about you, Draven? When’d you lose your virginity?”

Draven laughed. “That’s none of your business, New Money. But let’s just say, we’re more alike than you think,” he winked.

What was that supposed to mean?

“Anyway,” Draven continued. “The bell is about to ring. As a first-semester freshman, you take Slave Training 101, along with American History 1, Geometry, Microeconomics, and Physical Education. So pretty packed. And you’re not allowed to bring your slaves to your other classes. And don’t even think about using your slaves to cheat for you – it’ll come back to bite during the exams. Good luck, text me if you need anything.”

“Okay, thanks,” I nodded, as I headed to the locker room to shower and get dressed into the school uniform. All the other freshmen were buck naked too as we went into the showers.

“Hey man!” Will greeted, as I got into the showers.

“Oh, hey,” I replied. “How’d your evaluation go?”

“Pretty good I think!” he grinned. “James said I was a natural. And my slave, Alexis, she was loving it too. I was just fucking her pussy and her ass, and she was loving it.”

“Wow, that’s amazing,” I said.

“How was your first evaluation?” Will asked.

“Um, okay, I guess,” I shrugged, applying shampoo to my hair. “Draven said I wasn’t too shabby, but he thinks I could use improvement.”

“Ah, don’t sweat it,” Will laughed, lathering his body. “We all have to start somewhere.”

“Thanks,” I replied. I looked around, and saw David bragging to Nolan and Connor.

“I think I really impressed Logan,” David said. “My slave, Lacey, is a complete mess now. She’s black and blue and bleeding from the ass. And she loved it! I think I made her pass out at one point, it was so good.”

“Dude, that’s so cool!” Nolan exclaimed. “My mentor, Michael, gave me a lot of praise too. I really wanted to try to feed my slave my shit, but Michael said I was getting ahead of myself.”

“You really want to do that, huh?” David asked.

“I love scat,” Nolan nodded. “I’ve been a fan since I was a little kid.”

“Wow, that’s weird, man,” David laughed.

“You are sick,” Connor said, clearly disgusted.

“You’re only saying that because you don’t understand it,” Nolan smirked.

“Dude, it’s literally shit,” Connor scoffed.

“It’s a powerful, primal fetish,” Nolan explained. “It’s one of the oldest forms of sex in history.”

“That’s disgusting,” Connor replied.

“Hey Luke, what’d your slave say?” David asked, changing the subject.

“Oh, um,” I said, washing the soap out of my hair. “She, uh, said that she loves serving me.”

“That’s pretty tame,” Ryan scoffed, joining in the conversation. “My slave, Ava, is a total whore. She loves pain. When I was fucking her, I slapped her tits and choked her. Her face was all red and purple, and it was so hot. I came in her ass, and she thanked me for giving her the honor.”

“Awesome, dude,” David laughed.

“And I was fucking her mouth and pissed down her throat,” Ryan said, proud of himself. “I made her thank me for the piss. It was fucking awesome.”

“Damn,” Nolan said, impressed.

The rest of the boys talked about their slaves a bit, and we all started to dry up to head to history class. As we exited the showers, David put a hand on my bare shoulder.

“Luke, you’ve got a long way to go if you want these other guys to respect you,” he whispered. “Just look at Ryan,” he said, pointing to the naked redhead putting on his boxers. “He’s a total asshole, but the rest of the class is going to respect him if he continues to beat his slaves and piss on them. The same goes for me. We have to show the other freshmen that we’re not afraid to get rough with our slaves. If you keep being tame with your slave, no one is going to take you seriously.”

“Um, thanks, David,” I replied. “But I’m not sure if I can do that. I don’t know if I have it in me.”

“You have to, Luke,” David replied, serious. “I’m going to do my best to help you, but you have to commit to the whole ‘sadist’ thing. If not, you’re going to end up a loser. My brother went to this school, and he told me that the losers usually end up dead before graduation. The people here are cut-throat, and if you don’t keep up with them, they’ll cut you. They’ll kill you.”

“Who will?” I asked, confused.

“Everyone,” David replied. “Everyone at this school will kill you if you don’t fit in. It’s the only way. If you’re not at the top, you’re dead.”

“That’s…really fucked up, David,” I replied.

“That’s life, Luke,” he said, putting his shirt on. “And that’s the world we live in. And you seem like a good kid, so I don’t wanna see you dead,” he said, as we were the last ones to leave the locker room.

Wow. As I walked to class, I couldn’t help but think about David’s words. God, I don’t want to be evil. But I also don’t want to die. Maybe David was just bullshitting so that he can toughen me up. Whatever the case, it’s working. I’ve got to get tougher if I want to survive in this school.

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I made it to the history classroom and took a seat between Ryan and David.

“Welcome to American History I,” the teacher began, a dark-haired man with a beard. “My name is Mr. Clague, and I’ll be teaching you about America’s rich and illustrious history, particularly as it relates to wealthy white men such as yourself.”

A took a look around the room, and I’m just now realizing that everyone in this school is white. I guess that makes sense, but I didn’t notice it until Mr. Clague brought it up.

“Now, as many of you know, our country used to be great,” Mr. Clague announced. “We had a system where the races knew their place, the poor worked for the rich, and women knew their duty. But those days are gone, and we’re worse off because of it. So it is the job of the future leaders of our country – you – to ensure that our country gets back on the right track. And that starts with understanding the glorious past, so that we may learn from it.”

A couple of guys looked a bit uncomfortable, and I can’t blame them. None of us are racist, I don’t think.

“Ha, I figured,” Mr. Clague said, smiling. “All of a sudden everyone is squirming in their seats when I talk about negro slavery. But you all have your own sex slaves now and think nothing of it. None of you thought twice about the idea of owning a pretty white girl for sex, but you’re all uncomfortable talking about using blacks for work. That’s what hypocrisy is.”
I must admit, he has a valid point. Are we no better than the slaveholders of the olden days?

“So,” Mr. Clague continued. “If the idea of a sex slave is fine, why would a race-based slave system be an issue?”

“Well…” David started. “The sex slave system is different because the girls actually want to be in the program.”

“Are you sure about that, Mr. Webber?” Mr. Clague asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Um, yes?” David replied, uncertain. “They’re brainwashed into loving it.”

“Alright, then let’s have a test,” Mr. Clague grinned. He looked over at the door, and a naked, collared, and bruised woman around 20 years old walked in. She was pretty, and had nice perky tits, but she looked beaten and scared.

“This is Rachel,” Mr. Clague announced. “She’s a sex slave. I’ve owned her since she was 12 years old, and I’ve been fucking her since then. But the question is, does she love it? Would she do it if she didn’t have to?”

“Yes, Master,” Rachel said, in a small voice.

“Rachel, tell these young men why you’re a slave,” Mr. Clague instructed.

“Because…because…I’m a filthy slut,” Rachel mumbled.

“That’s right,” Mr. Clague nodded. “She’s a stupid whore who’s not a good person, so she’s been given a second chance at life, serving the elite. She was a low-level hooker who didn’t deserve to live, but now she has a purpose. So tell these boys why you’re grateful.”

“Because I’m a worthless, stupid, useless whore who doesn’t deserve to live,” Rachel cried.

“Good girl,” Mr. Clague said. “You are dismissed.” Rachel left the room, and Mr. Clague turned to the class. “What do you think, gentlemen? Is she here because she loves it, or because she has no choice?”

“She has no choice,” David replied. “She was probably an abused child who grew up not knowing any better. If she knew any better, then she wouldn’t actually want this.”

“Is that right?” Mr. Clague asked. “Interesting. So what’s the difference between the sex slaves that you all own, and the blacks that our ancestors owned?”

“Um, well,” David stammered. “There’s not really a difference. Like you said, we have a lot of power, so they’ll do whatever we want.”

“Exactly,” Mr. Clague nodded. “And that’s the purpose of this class. To teach you that our underground slavery system is no different than the antebellum legal slave system. And I will teach you why legal slavery failed, so that you young men can prevent our current system from failing.”

Wow. I’ve never really heard anyone talk about slavery like this. But the more I think about it, the more I realize that it’s not much different than what we’re doing at Masters today. We’re just as powerful and oppressive as the slaveowners back then.

“I completely agree,” Ryan interrupted. “We’re a new form of elite, and it’s our duty to keep things in line. Our ancestors failed, but we won’t. Quite frankly, I would be glad if the niggers were back in chains.”

“Excellent,” Mr. Clague nodded. “Mr. O’Neill, you’re a bright boy. You have a strong, traditional family, and I can see the patriotism in your eyes. You’re a shining example of the kind of white boy we need.”

“I appreciate that,” Ryan replied, smug.

“Jesus Christ,” David muttered under his breath. I can’t blame him; Ryan seems like a asshole. A redhead casually dropping the n-word.

“What’s wrong, Mr. Webber?” Mr. Clague said, approaching David’s desk. “Are you uncomfortable with Mr. O’Neill saying that word? But your family owns a brothel allowing the Hollywood elite to fuck underage girls. Do you not call them subhuman names as you exploit their very existence for money and sexual gratification?”

“Well…I…” David stammered.

“Typical liberal Hollywood hypocrite,” Mr. Clague smiled, lightly tapping on David’s desk. “You’re going to get all ‘Black Lives Matter’ here and then go back to your dorm room to beat the shit out of your
slave?”

“Um, well…” David replied, looking down. Damn, I’ve never seen him so vulnerable.

“It’s ok, son,” Mr. Clague said, going back to the front of the room. “You’ve all learned something important: the word ‘nigger’ is offensive. Words hurt, right? But so do whips. So does rape. But you all do that with your girls every day. So if you’re going to honor your ancestors, you can’t be afraid to call niggers what they are.”

“I’m not afraid,” Ryan said, leaning back in his chair with a cocky attitude. “The niggers are the ones who should be afraid of me. My ancestor was a sheriff in the South way back when. Whenever the niggers got out of line, he’d lynch them. If one of those monkeys ever crosses me, I’ll hang him from a tree. Same goes to any nigger-lover too.”

I’m not going to lie, I’m a little scared by how passionate Ryan is about lynching. David was probably right that I need to show toughness, or I could end up dead too.

“Uh, yeah!” I said, trying to fake enthusiasm. “I-I’m with you, Ryan. Niggers need to be taught their place.” David glared at me when I said that, and the rest of the class had their eyes on me.

“Atta boy, Luke!” Ryan said, patting me on the back. “That’s the spirit!”

“Yeah, thanks,” I chuckled, nervously.

“Alright,” Mr. Clague announced. “Now let’s start with the lesson. Open your textbooks to Chapter 1…”

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After history came geometry. Nothing too exciting there. After that we all filed into the cafeteria for lunch; I sat at a table with David and Will. Just like at breakfast, the slaves are prepare us anything we wanted.

“Sir, what would like you like for lunch?” Sarah asked me.

“Um, how about a grilled cheese?” I asked.

“Yes, Master,” she nodded.

“And some French fries?” I asked.

“Of course, Master,” Sarah nodded. “Would you like anything else, Master?”

“Uh, no, thanks,” I said. “But, uh, could you give me a kiss before you head to the kitchen?”

“Yes, Master,” Sarah smiled, and gave me a small peck on the cheek.

“Thanks,” I replied.

“Master,” Sarah whispered. “Remember, you’re not supposed to thank me!”

“Oh, right, sorry,” I whispered.

“No worries, Master,” Sarah smiled. “I’m going to the kitchen now.”

“Thank-,” I started, but stopped myself. “Um, okay, see you soon.”

Meanwhile, David’s slave Lacey went up to him. She’s blonde and her tits are huge.

“What would you like for lunch, Master?” she asked.

“Lunch, huh?” David smirked, and grabbed her arm. He pulled her down on the table and slapped her ass.

“Ah, Master!” Lacey moaned, as David continued spanking her.

“I think I’ll eat your pussy,” David grinned, and slid a finger along her slit.

“Oh, god,” Lacey moaned. “Thank you, Master. You’re such a gentleman.”

“Gentleman?” David laughed, and shoved a finger inside of her.

“Ah, Master!” Lacey moaned, her legs shaking.

“I think the term you’re looking for is ‘sadist’,” David said, fingering her pussy.

“Ah, Master, yes,” Lacey moaned.

“Yeah, take my finger,” David grunted. “Take it up your cunt. God, you’re such a dirty little bitch.”

“Mr. Webber!” said an authoritative voice. Suddenly the headmaster appeared right behind us. “What on earth are you doing?”

“Just enjoying lunch,” David said, unabashed. “This is my slave, Lacey.”

“Yes, Mr. Webber, I am aware,” the headmaster replied. “I’m glad to see that you are taking advantage of what is yours. However, this is a lunch table, not a playroom. This behavior is not appropriate. We don’t want the cafeteria turning into an orgy every meal. If you want to play with your slave, do so in your dormitory.”

“Sorry, Headmaster,” David said, taking his fingers out of Lacey. “Won’t happen again.”

“See to it that it doesn’t,” the headmaster said, sternly. He left the table and moved on.

“Jeez, what’s his problem?” David asked, annoyed, before sticking his fingers in his mouth.

“He has a point, man,” Will sighed. “There’s a time and a place for fucking your slaves, and the cafeteria isn’t one of them.”

“Whatever,” David shrugged. “Anyway,” he said to Lacey, “make me a sandwich. Roast beef. With cheese. And a little mayo.”

“Yes, Master,” Lacey nodded, standing up and heading towards the kitchen.

Ryan’s redhaired slave Alexis soon appeared at the table.

“Hello, Master,” she said, looking down.

“Hey, Alexis,” Will smiled.

“What can I get you for lunch, Master?” she asked.

“Mmm, how about some tacos?” the excited blonde boy asked.

“As you wish, Master,” Alexis replied.

“Good girl,” he said, smacking her ass as she went to the kitchen. Soon, all three slaves came back with our food.

“Your lunch is ready, Master,” Sarah smiled, presenting the grilled cheese and fries to me.

“Ah, thank-,” I started, but stopped myself. “Uh, I mean, cool. You can put it on the table.”

“Yes, Master,” she smiled.

“You’re welcome, Master,” Sarah whispered.

“Thank you,” I flirtatiously whispered back, causing her to smile as she walked off.

“Mmm, that looks delicious,” Will said, eyeing his plate. “You know, I’m feeling a bit generous. Alexis, could you feed me?”

“Yes, Master, as you wish,” Alexis nodded, and picked up a taco. She held the food up to Will’s mouth.

“Mmm,” he hummed, as he took a bite straight out of Alexi’s hand. This guy sure knows how to have fun in every situation.

“Oh, you have a little something on your chin,” Alexis said, noticing the sour cream. She leaned in and licked it off.

“Will, get your slave out of here before the headmaster yells at you, you hypocrite,” David said, annoyed.

“Okay, fine,” Will said, shooing Alexis away. Once all the slaves were gone, Will started to playfully tease David. “So what was up with you in history class?” he chuckled. “Mr. tough and sadistic here got cuckholded by Mr. Clague!” he laughed.

“Whatever, dude,” David scoffed. “The race thing caught me off guard, and Mr. Clague called me out on the hypocrisy. I just didn’t know what to say.”

“You’re not usually speechless, though,” Will said.

“I guess he had a point,” David said. “If we own sex slaves and call them names, and we don’t have a problem with that, then we shouldn’t have a problem with using the n-word either. I’m just not used to that hillbilly energy over in Hollywood.”

“What’d you think, Luke?” Will asked.

“I think Ryan is trouble,” I said honestly. “He had no problem openly taking about murder. I’m scared of that guy. But I need to act more like him. You were right earlier,” I said, nodding at David. “If I want to survive in this school, I have to be a tough bastard.”

“That’s the spirit!” Will laughed.

“Thanks,” I chuckled. “But if I’m going to toughen up, I have to really get into it, you know? Like, really get into it. If I’m going to use words like ‘nigger’ and ‘slut’ and ‘whore,’ I have to actually feel them. Like, not just say it because it’s the right thing to do. But actually be a sadistic prick. I have to actually love treating women like shit. And that’s not going to come naturally.”

“Yeah, I get that,” Will said. “Maybe talk to Draven?”

“Draven scares me,” I admitted. “But I’ll text him.”

I sent Draven a text message: Draven, I’m worried that if I don’t toughen up soon, I could wind up dead.

He replied a few seconds later: You’re probably right.

Me: That’s it? No words of encouragement from my mentor?

Draven: Meet me outside the senior dorms after your last class.

—

After lunch came microeconomics, which wasn’t too interesting. Then came phys ed.

“Alright, freshmen, come on in,” a man in his mid-30s said. “My name is Mr. Griffin, and I’ll be your physical education teacher. Now in most schools, phys ed is a jerk off class with an easy A. Not here. You are going to be the most powerful men and slaveowners in the country, if not the world. Being physically strong is vital to your success. Which one of you is Hale?”

“Me, sir,” Will said, raising his hand.

“Hale, what does your family do for a living?” Mr. Griffin asked.

“My dad owns a drug manufacturing company that sells to cartels,” Will replied.

“So I’ve heard,” Mr. Griffin smiled. “Now what happens if one of those deals goes bad? What happens then, Mr. Hale?”

“Um, well, he’d get killed?” Will guessed.

“Exactly,” Mr. Griffin nodded. “If you want to be the biggest player in the game, there will always be someone bigger and stronger than you. Even if you’re a billionaire, and even if you own your own army, there will always be a man tougher than you, and he’ll try to kill you. So it’s my job to make sure you’re not an easy target. Now which one of you is Armstrong?” he asked.

“That would be me, sir,” Tyler said. Tyler is another freshman, with brown hair and brown eyes. He’s clearly very athletic, and I must admit very attractive.

“What do your parents do?” Mr. Griffin asked.

“My mom and dad are both models,” Tyler replied.

“Right,” Mr. Griffin nodded. “Dante and Liana Armstrong. Most famous models in the world.”

Tyler smiled, thinking that he impressed Mr. Griffin.

“In other words, they did nothing to earn their wealth!” Mr. Griffin said, and Tyler instantly frowned. “Now Tyler,” Mr. Griffin continued. “I assume you have nothing to offer this world except being another pretty boy?”

“Uh, I mean…,” Tyler stammered.

“Exactly,” Mr. Griffin continued. “So what happens if you don’t work out? You lose that physical attractiveness, and you’re worthless. You’re fine for now because you’re only 14 and still pedo bait, but if you can’t keep up your looks by being physically fit, your modeling career won’t last long.”

God damn. This guy doesn’t hold back. Tyler was clearly humiliated.

“So gentlemen,” Mr. Griffin announced. “This is not your typical phys ed class. My goal is not to teach you the basics of basketball and tennis. My goal is to make sure you have the strength and endurance to fight anyone who wants to take what is yours. So today, I want you to show me what you’re made of. Go outside on the track run 2 miles. Right now.”

“Wait, right now?” I asked, taken aback.

“You heard me,” Mr. Griffin said, stern. Last one to finish has to wear a chastity cage until tomorrow. Get going, you maggots!”

Everyone ran out to the track; I’m sure none of these sex-crazed boys could survive a day without sex, so I have to give Mr. Griffin some props; it’s a great motivator. The 20 of us freshmen all ran around the track. It wasn’t a race, exactly, but everyone was competing against each other. Thankfully, my time playing hockey has got me in prime physical shape; this would be a breeze.

After about a mile in, Nolan and I were leading the pack.

“What’s up, man?” he said, sweating.

“Hey, Nolan,” I said. “How are you so athletic?”

“My scat fetish isn’t exactly healthy,” he chuckled. “I need to stay in shape so that my body can handle the stuff I do.”

“Wow,” I said. “That’s completely disgusting, but in a fucked up way, makes sense.”

Nolan laughed. “Don’t knock it ’till you try it dude! I can’t get enough. The power, the smell, the taste. Everything. My favorite thing is to shit in a girl’s mouth and then swap it back and forth. Mmm, that’s the good life,” he said, licking his lips.

“Jesus Christ,” I said, shaking my head. “You are completely twisted.”

“And proud of it,” Nolan smiled. “But have you ever seen the look on a girl’s face when you shove a log down her throat? They can’t get enough of it.”

“Dude, I’d rather talk about literally anything fucking else right now,” I said.

“Fine,” Nolan shrugged. “How about the fact that you were a virgin until yesterday?”

Shit. Fuck. How is word getting out about this?

“How’d you find out?” I asked.

“Ah, so it’s true!” Nolan responded. “I was just guessing, but it’s good to know.”

Well shit, this is even worse. Nolan just totally played me.

“You can’t tell anyone,” I said, serious.

“Sure I can,” Nolan laughed.

“Don’t,” I warned.

“Or what, you’ll beat the shit out of me?” Nolan asked, and started laughing. “Come on, dude!” he chuckled, playfully shoving my arm.

“Just, please, man,” I pleaded. “Please, don’t say anything. I don’t want the others to think I’m some weak pussy. Please.”

“Hmm,” Nolan thought. “Alright, fine, I won’t. But you owe me a favor.”

“A favor?” I asked, surprised. “What kind of favor?”

“We’ll see,” Nolan said, as he continued running.

Fuck. I have a feeling I’m going to regret that. But what choice did I have?

—

Nolan and I crossed the finish line a few minutes before the rest of the boys. We both collapsed on the ground, exhausted.

“Holy shit, Nolan, that was fucking awesome,” a sweaty and happy Ryan said coming in third. He lifted his shirt to wipe the sweat on his forehead. “Dunn, you too.”

“Thanks,” I smiled.

“How’d you get so fast?” Ryan asked.

“Well, jogging in Alaska makes running here easy,” I chuckled.

“You’re a beast, Dunn,” Ryan laughed. “I respect you, man. I didn’t know you had it in you. Especially with what you said in history class earlier. That took balls.”

“Uh, thanks,” I said, smiling. I’m not really a racist, and the things I was saying in history were mostly an act, but if Ryan thinks I’m a racist asshole, then he’ll respect me. So why not go with it?

“Dunn, you and I should hang out some time,” Ryan said. “I think we could be friends. Maybe even fuck our slaves together. I’d love to double team a bitch. I know your buddy David has a tough guy act, but he’s a liberal pussy. I think you’re actually tough. You’re a real man.”

“Uh, yeah,” I chuckled. “I’d like that. But David’s pretty tough. He beats the shit out of his slave, Lacey.”

“Oh big whoop,” Ryan said. “I’ve been whipping bitches since I was a toddler, he’s not special. You’re the one who called those niggers what they are. And that takes balls. And that’s the kind of guy I respect.”

“Uh, thanks,” I said. Ryan O’Neill wants to hang out with me? Wow, maybe this acting tough thing is actually working. Eventually the rest of the class finished.

“Damn, you all are fucking slow,” Mr. Griffin said. “Connor Mackenzie, it looks like you came in last. Guess that means you’re wearing a chastity cage,” he said, pulling out the device.

“Wait, what?!” Connor asked, shocked. “You were serious about that?!”

“Did I stutter?” Mr. Griffin asked, annoyed. “Now drop your pants.”

“But-,” Connor protested.

“But what?” Mr. Griffin asked. “Are you questioning my authority?”

“No, sir,” Connor said, dropping his pants. His cock was flaccid, and he was a bit skinny, but otherwise a decent looking guy.

“Good boy,” Mr. Griffin said, placing the cage on Connor’s cock. He tightened it a bit, making Connor wince.

“Ah, fuck!” Connor moaned.

“That’s a good look for you, Mackenzie,” Ryan chuckled.

“Fuck off, O’Neill,” Connor said, pulling his pants up.

“Not a great way to make an impression on your slave,” Mr. Griffin said. “The second day you know her, and you have to explain that you can’t fuck her tonight because you’re the slowest in your class. Not a great introduction.”

“No, sir,” Connor mumbled.

“Anyway,” Mr. Griffin continued. “That’s it for today. Hit the showers, you all smell like shit. And no, Kramer,” he said, looking at Nolan. “Smelling like shit is NOT a good thing, you pervert.”

Everyone laughed, and Nolan gave Mr. Griffin a playful salute.

We went back into the locker rooms, and I’m started to get used to showering with these guys. The only difference this time was that Connor’s dick was in a cage. As the rest of us were talking, I heard Nolan and Connor whispering to each other.

“Damn, that cage sucks, man,” Nolan whispered.

“Yeah, no kidding,” Connor scoffed.

“I could get you out of that, you know,” Nolan whispered.

“Really?” Connor asked.

“Yup, I snagged an extra key from Griffin’s office,” Nolan nodded.

“Get me out of this!” Connor whispered, intrigued.

“You’ll have to do a favor,” Nolan grinned.

“What kind of favor?” Connor asked, nervous.

“I’ll let you know later,” Nolan smiled. “Don’t tell anyone, though.”

“Alright, sure,” Connor said. “Um, thanks.”

“Don’t mention it,” Nolan smiled. This guy was trouble, I could already tell.

—

The senior dormitory was a huge brick building on the north side of campus. Despite there being only 20 seniors, they had a huge building all to themselves. Of course, each of them had 7 to 8 slaves to keep in their rooms as well. The main entrance was a giant, lavish room with a staircase on either side, leading up to the bedrooms. The center had couches, chairs, and a couple of big TVs, as well as a bar.

“You have a nice place,” I told Draven, who was waiting for me.

“Yeah, the seniors have the best living quarters,” he nodded. “Essentially a three-bedroom apartment. One bedroom to yourself, one guest room, and one room to use as your slave quarters. Also a full-sized kitchen and living room, and a bathroom. Being a senior has its perks.”

“That’s awesome,” I smiled.

“Well, I don’t have time to waste,” Draven said, taking a sip from his red cup. “We’re going to have some fun. Come with me.”

“Sure,” I nodded. Draven led me up the staircase and into his room – or should I say his apartment. As I walked in, two naked slaves, both high school-aged, were waiting.

“Hello, Master,” they said, in unison.

“Luke, these are two of my sex slaves,” Draven explained. “This is Olivia,” he said, pointing to the blonde. “And this is Ashley,” he said, pointing to the copper-haired one.

“Um, hello,” I smiled awkwardly.

“Ashley, strip him and give him a blowjob,” Draven ordered. “Olivia, help me undress.”

“Yes, Master,” they replied, and immediately did what they were told. Soon, I was completely naked, and Ashley was on her knees, sucking my hardening cock.

“Ah,” I moaned. “Draven, this is amazing.”

“You like that?” Draven smirked, as Olivia was unzipping his pants.

“I love it,” I moaned. “So fucking good.”

“Yeah, she’s a great little cocksucker,” Draven said, taking off his shirt. This is the first time I’m seeing Draven naked, and damn, his body was gorgeous. He was muscular, but not too ripped, and he was tan. His cock was big, and his pecs were large. He’s not much older than me, but he looks like a man, not a boy.

“Yeah I know, I’m fucking hot,” Draven chuckled, obviously realizing that I was checking him out. “So Luke, do you like fucking your slave?” he asked, as he shoved Olivia’s head onto his cock.

“Yeah,” I replied, as Ashley was still slobbering on my rod.

“Yeah? How much do you like it?” Draven asked, holding Olivia’s head with both hands. “Do you like it more than this?” he asked, fucking her mouth.

“God, I-,” I stammered, trying to speak. “It’s hard to say. It’s different. Her pussy is tighter than a mouth. But this is really fucking hot,” I said as Ashley slobbered on my cock like a pro. “I think I’d rather have both, actually. I could probably get used to this.”

“I’m sure,” Draven grinned as he held Olivia’s face up to his pubes, causing her to gasp for air. “But I didn’t bring you up here just so you could get a blowjob.”

“Huh?” I asked, as Draven pushed Ashley off of my cock.

“Let’s all head to my bedroom,” he announced.

We went into the master bedroom, and hot damn. The room had all sorts of crazy S&M sex toys, a bondage swing, a wall full of dildos and plugs, and a bunch of other stuff.

“Wow,” I said, awestruck.

“I have quite the collection,” Draven chuckled. “I’ve had the slaves decorate it the way I like. Now watch and learn,” he said. “Olivia, on the bed.”

“Yes, Master,” she replied, lying down.

“Now, Luke,” Draven continued. “Owning a sex slave isn’t just about fucking; it’s also about beating. If you’re going to own a girl, you have to beat the shit out of her. She needs to know that her pain is your pleasure.”

“Right,” I nodded.

Suddenly, and without warning, Draven punched Olivia in the stomach, causing her to scream.

“AH! Master, please!” she begged, as Draven punched her again, harder this time.

“You’re a filthy little whore, and you deserve to be hurt,” Draven yelled, punching her again. “Your only purpose is to please me. You’re less than dirt.”

“Ah! Yes, Master,” Olivia cried. “Thank you, Master!”

“Draven, I don’t know about this,” I said, hesitant.

“You want to be tough, don’t you?” Draven asked, and I could hear anger in his voice. “You have to be tough,” he said, throwing another punch to Olivia’s face. “And that means beating the shit out of girls.” Another punch. “They’re just toys for our pleasure.” Another punch. “If you want them to have any worth…” another punch. “…then they have to hurt.” Another punch. “So are you a man or not?” Another punch.

“Yes, I am,” I replied.

“Then do something!” Draven yelled. “Show me what you’ve got.”

“Uh, ok,” I replied, unsure of myself.

“Hit her,” Draven commanded. “She’s worthless. Just hit her.”

I hesitated. “She’s not worthless,” I said, feeling sympathy for her.

“Just hit her!” Draven screamed, throwing another punch. “Show me you’re a man.”

“Ok, ok,” I said, getting into character. “You’re a filthy little bitch, aren’t you?” I asked, raising my fist.

“Ah, yes, Master!” Olivia cried. “Thank you, Master.”

“You’re fucking right, you’re not worthy of anything,” I yelled, throwing a weak punch to her cheek.

“Yes, Master!” Olivia screamed. “I’m worthless!”

“That’s a good start,” Draven said, throwing another punch. “Keep going, Luke.”

“You’re a dirty fucking whore,” I yelled, throwing a few more weak punches. “A stupid, disgusting bitch.”

“Yes, Master, yes!” Olivia yelled.

“Yeah, keep hitting her, Luke,” Draven said, continuing his beatdown.

“You’re fucking nothing!” I yelled, throwing a few punches a bit harder now. “Nothing but a toy for our amusement.”

“That’s right, Luke,” Draven said, encouragingly. “Give her all you’ve got.”

“Yeah,” I said, feeling the words coming to me. “Yeah! You’re a worthless little fucktoy,” I yelled, and threw a few strong punches to her stomach.

“Yes, Master,” Olivia screamed. “Thank you, Master!”

“Yeah, thank me for hurting you, you stupid fucking whore!” I yelled, getting really into it. I kept punching her, harder and harder, as she kept crying.

“Yes, Master, I’m so sorry, Master!” she begged.

“Sorry for what?!” I screamed. “Sorry for being such a stupid fucking slut?!”

“Yes, Master!” she cried.

“You’re disgusting,” I continued. “You’re fucking gross. I’m not going to stop until I break you. You’re a filthy fucking toy. I’ll fucking kill you for all I care!” I said, now punching hard.

“Ah, yes, Master, thank you, Master!” she cried, in a tone that was half-scream, half-moan.

“Yeah, keep beating her, Luke,” Draven grinned. “Beat the shit out of her.”

“Yeah, I will,” I grunted. “You don’t deserve to be in my presence, you dumb bitch. I’m going to rip you apart, you stupid fucking cunt! I’m an alpha male, and you’re nothing but a fucking PUNCHING BAG!” I don’t know what’s coming over me, but I’m suddenly punching this girl with all my might. I’ve never hit anyone before, and the feeling is incredible. I could feel the blood on my knuckles, and I knew I was leaving bruises.

“Fuck yeah, Luke!” Draven laughed. “Punch her until her fucking eyes pop out!”

“Yeah, I’m going to destroy you!” I screamed, throwing a strong punch to her head. “You’re so fucking worthless, I could kill you and not even bat an eye! I’m not even a person to you, I’m a GOD!”

“Yes, Master, thank you, Master!” Olivia yelled. “Thank you, Master, thank you!”

“Keep going, Luke!” Draven encouraged. “Beat her!” I noticed Draven was starting to jerk off.

“Yeah, I will,” I grinned. “You’re a piece of fucking shit,” I said, punching her repeatedly. “I’ll fucking KILL YOU! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” I kept punching, and soon her screams turned to whimpers. I could tell she was going unconscious.

“Yeah, almost there, Luke!” Draven yelled, jerking off faster.

“Yeah, I’m going to knock you the fuck out!” I yelled.

“YEAH, THAT’S IT LUKE!” Draven shouted, jerking off and moaning.

“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” I shouted, throwing the final punch, which knocked her unconscious.

“Oh, fuck, YES!” Draven moaned, and shot a load all over her face. “You knocked her unconscious, bro!” Draven laughed.

“Fuck yeah, I did,” I said, catching my breath.

“How did it feel?” he asked.

“Amazing,” I smiled. “I loved it. God, the feeling is incredible.”

“Yeah, it is,” Draven chuckled. “Well, now you’ve learned how to be tough. Don’t worry about not having an ‘inner sadist,'” he said, making quotation marks with his fingers. “You’ve just tapped into it. That was very impressive. Not many people could knock a girl unconscious on their first try. But Luke, you’ve got what it takes.”

“Thanks, Draven,” I smiled.

“Alright, let’s leave her here,” he said. “Ashley will take her to the infirmary later. But first, I think you should fuck Ashley with your newly found energy, no?”

“You read my mind,” I laughed. “Bitch, get on the bed,” I said, turning to her, and throwing the unconscious Olivia off the bed.

“Yes, Master,” she quickly obeyed.

“Yeah, fuck her like a dog,” Draven laughed.

“Oh, believe me, I will,” I grinned, getting Ashley into position.

“Ah, Master,” she moaned, as I slid my hard cock inside of her.

“Shut up and take it, slut,” I growled, fucking her hard.

“Ah, yes, Master!” she screamed. “Thank you, Master!”

“You’re a worthless little cumslut,” I said, spanking her. “And you love being treated like trash.”
“Ah, yes, Master!” she moaned.

“Shut the fuck up, you stupid little bitch,” I groaned, and grabbed her by the throat. “I’m going to choke the life out of you, and you’re going to thank me.”

“Yes, Master,” she moaned. “Choke me, Master.”

I tightened my grip around her neck, cutting off her air supply. I fucked her pussy harder, as she moaned through the lack of oxygen.

“Yeah, you like that?” I asked, squeezing tighter.

“Yes, Master, I love it,” she moaned.

“Yeah, you do,” I grunted, and squeezed even tighter.

“Oh, god,” she moaned, as her face was turning blue.

“You love being choked by a freshman,” I said, fucking her harder.

“Yes, Master,” she squeaked, as she was running out of air.

“Ok Luke, calm down,” Draven said, removing my hand from her throat. “You need to learn to control yourself so you don’t actually kill her. Not yet, anyway,” he said, winking at Ashley.

“Right, sorry,” I apologized. But I got right back into fucking this skank. I put my hands behind my head and let my strong hips do the work.

“Yeah, you fucking like it, don’t you?” I grinned.

“Yes, Master,” Ashley moaned.

“Yeah, take that fucking dick,” I said, slapping her tits. “You like having a sexy high school hockey player fuck you?”

“Oh, god, yes, Master!” she screamed.

“Yeah, fucking take that cock,” I grunted.

“Yes, Master, please, keep fucking me!” she begged.

“Take it, take it,” I growled, thrusting my cock in her. I was going to cum soon.

“Ah, yeah,” Draven grinned. “I’m going to have a lot of fun with you, Luke.”

“Yeah,” I grunted. “Here’s your reward, slut,” I said, and pulled out, shooting my load all over Ashley’s face.

“Ah, yes, Master,” she moaned.

“Clean my dick,” I commanded, and shoved my cock down her throat. “Yeah, lick it clean.”

“Mmm, yes, Master,” she moaned, sucking on my cock. Suddenly, the post-nut clarity hit.

“Holy fuck,” I whispered, realizing what had just happened.

“You good?” Draven asked, noticing my shocked expression. “Ashley, get Olivia to the infirmary. Get the fuck out!” he said.

“Yes, Master,” Ashley nodded, and picked up the unconscious Olivia.

“What just happened?” I asked, once the girls were gone. I sat on the bed, naked.

“You just became a real man,” Draven said. “Congratulations.”

“Jesus Christ,” I whispered. “I can’t believe you made me do that.”

“What?” Draven laughed. “I didn’t tell you to knock out Olivia or choke Ashley, that was all you.”

“I…,” I started, but didn’t know what to say.

“You’ve just realized what you’re capable of,” Draven said. “Don’t be scared. Just embrace it. I’m telling you, you’re a sadist! It’s the best thing in the world.”

“But…,” I stammered. “I’m a good guy.”

“Not anymore,” Draven grinned. “And that’s not a bad thing. If you want to be an alpha male and survive in this school, you need to be a sadist. Trust me, you’re going to love it.”

“Ok,” I nodded. “I mean, you’re right, it felt great in the moment. But what if I accidentally kill one of them?”

“That’s one of the reasons the school started the mentorship program,” Draven said. “Before, freshmen kept going too far and we had dead slaves left and right. So the school decided to pair each freshman with a senior to teach him the ropes. You’ll learn from me. And I’ll help you learn how to beat a girl until she’s *almost* dead, but not all the way,” he chuckled.

“Right,” I said. “Well, thank you.”

“Any time,” he nodded. “So, do you feel like you can survive now?”

“Yeah, definitely,” I smiled. “I guess I needed to get it out of my system.”

“Exactly,” Draven laughed. “Now, go have fun tonight. Fuck Sarah like she’s your own personal fucktoy, because she is.”

“Thanks, Draven,” I smiled, putting my clothes on.

“Also, one last thing,” Draven said, grabbing my arm as I was about to walk out. “Never thank your slaves. They’re not your friends, they’re your property. Understand?”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” I said, a bit intimidated.

“Good,” he smiled. “See you later, Luke. Keep up the good work.”

—

After that crazy night, I was eager to get back to my dorm room. Sarah was waiting for me, naked.

“Hello, Master,” she greeted.

“Hi,” I replied, trying to be cold.

“Would you like to fuck me?” she asked.

“I’m going to do more than fuck you,” I said with a new found confidence “I think I should beat you,” I grinned evilly.

“Of course, Master,” she smiled.

I looked at her gorgeous body. Her large breasts and flat stomach, her wide hips, her thick thighs. She looked amazing, and she was going to be mine.

“Turn around and put your hands on the wall,” I ordered.

“Yes, Master,” she nodded, and turned around, sticking her ass out. I grabbed her firm butt and squeezed it.

“Ah, Master,” she moaned.

“Yeah, moan for me,” I grunted, and spanked her ass.

“Ah!” she cried.

“You’re a worthless little slave,” I said, spanking her again.

“Yes, Master, thank you, Master,” she moaned.

“Thank me for what?” I asked, slapping her ass harder.

“Thank you for treating me like a slave,” she moaned. I could tell she genuinely meant that.

“Damn right,” I said, and spanked her again. “I’m going to fucking break you,” I said, and started raining down hard slaps.

“Yes, Master, yes, Master!”

Without warning, I turned her around and punched her right in the face, giving her a black eye.

“Ah!” she cried.

“Shut up, whore!” I said, punching her in the stomach.

“AH!” she screamed.

“Stupid fucking bitch,” I said, throwing a few more punches to her face and stomach.

“Please, Master!”

“Please what?” I asked, slapping her breasts.

“Please, hurt me,” she begged.

“Fuck yeah, I will,” I grinned, and slapped her across the face.

“Oh, god, thank you, Master,” she moaned, obviously enjoying it.

“You’re nothing but a punching bag for the wealthy,” I said, punching her a few more times. “I can do whatever the fuck I want to you,” I said, spanking her again.

“Yes, Master, that’s right,” she moaned.

“God damn, I can’t wait to fucking destroy you,” I grinned, and kept slapping her breasts.

This was going to be a fun night. I think I found my calling. I’m an alpha male, and I’m going to show the world who’s boss. Nobody is going to fuck with Luke Dunn, that’s for sure.

I’m Luke Fucking Dunn, wealthy heir to the Anchorage Ice Guardians, and I am a proud sex slave owner.

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