As soon as the sun rose a loud alarm went off in the barracks. There was no sleeping through it, it pierced right through our brains.
Masters Hans and Leo rounded us up and took us to the group showers. There was one silver pole with four shower heads, a bar of Ivory soap and cold water for us to enjoy. The Masters stood by to make sure there was no talking or fighting over the water. No towels were provided. Then we were taken to a sink area where there were bamboo toothbrushes and tooth paste, each toothbrush numbered to correspond to our faggot numbers. I was number six and I vigorously brushed my teeth as I still had last night dinner remnants in my teeth.
We were brought outside to dry in the sun, once again on our knees and once again ordered to recite our mantras. I would soon learn this ritual would happen before breakfast, after lunch and then again before bed; like a faggot “call to prayer” as some religions practice.
Master Hans took the other faggots out for a hike, all muzzled, all in black cock cages. The Black faggot, number 1 seemed to be taking the lead as he helped the other faggots link up their collars to the chain leash and handed it over to Master Hans. Master Hans began walking into the woods, followed by faggot number one, and so on, like chain gang. Master Leo kept me behind.
“I won the card game last night, faggot, so today’s your lucky day. I get to break you in. The more docile and submissive you are the better it will be for both of us. You saw what happened to the faggot yesterday. Don’t make me mark up that ass, although it looks like you’ve had some experience in that department judging from some of the scars on it. Stand up, faggot, come with me.”
That’s not fair, I thought to myself. The other faggots get to go on a hike and I’m stuck here serving as Master Leo’s sex slave? He was a brute of a man as they all were. Master Leo was the shortest of the Men, standing at 5’10”, but he was built like a truck. He was bald, but had thick bushy salt and pepper beard, green eyes. He wore a plaid button down shirt with the sleeves cut off to purposely reveal a massive set of arms. The tops three buttons of his shirt undone revealed a thick carpet of chest hair. He was packing a big bulge in his jeans.
Master Leo took me downstairs in the house to the dungeon where the cage was situated. I was pushed down to my knees and the muzzle was removed.
“There’s a shower douche right over there. I only fuck clean faggots. A great faggot is always ready for a superior at any time, at all times.”
I nodded my head up and down, careful as to not speak.
I was brutally slapped across the face.
“Did I ask for your agreement, faggot? No, I don’t need your agreement or approval. What I do need is for you to clean your ass! Go!”
I ran over to where there was a hole in the ground and shower hose with a black rubber nozzle. The water was cold, and I was so mortified to expel the contents of my digestive tract squatting over the hose while Master Leo looked on impatiently.
“Faggot, let go of the shame. There is no shame, only service. In just a couple more days, the shame you wear now will be all gone. We will destroy it. Shame is probably one of the greatest barriers to full submission. Don’t think, just do.”
I wasn’t expecting to be taught a lesson while douching but what Master Leo was saying sure made a lot of sense. How many times have I let my own shame get in the way of being a better faggot for my King, Sir Jace?”
I was fully cleaned out now. Master Leo took me back outside and secured me to a fuck bench with a built in stockade for my head. I was fully immobile.
“The faggot is ready Masters Corbin and Max. I had to give it a lesson about how shame gets in the way of true service, but other than that, the faggot did good.”
“Very good, Master Leo. Well, since you did win our card game last night and you took the time to get it ready, it’s seems only right that you break it in. The faggot’s first camp fuck, and definitely not the last!”
“Why thank you, Master Max. I would be delighted to defile this secured faggot we have with us this morning.”
Master Leo pressed my nose closed with two fingers which caused me to open my mouth and it was filled with his inflating dick. Master Leo made sure to use my mouth long enough to get his dick very wet. There was throat goo dripping down my chin.
“Get ready, gentlemen, I’m gonna break it in for ya.”
A searing pain ran up my spine as that thick cock hit bottom. Master Leo gripped my waist and began to batter my insides with his stick, slapping my ass like he was a jockey in the Derby. I began to grunt as his cock probed deeper.
“Oh listen to the faggot enjoying your cock, Master Leo! I think it likes your cock, haha!”, said Master Corbin.
“I’ll yell you what, this ass ain’t no virgin ass. This ass knows how to take dick!”
Master Leo fucked me even harder. The sound of our flesh banging against each other was loud in the otherwise silence of nature.
Master Leo nutted deep up my ass and when he pulled out there was a trail of cum running down my taint and falling to the dirt below me.
“I’ll go next”, Master Corbin said. “I’ve been wanting to breed this faggot since I laid eyes on it at the airport!”
Master Corbin needed no lube as my hole was quite sloppy already and he quickly mounted me.
“Master Max, dear, do you mind getting my riding crop?”
“Not at all, be right back.”
Master Corbin held his hard cock inside me patiently waiting for the crop and a minute of two later, my ass was swatted and we were off to the races. Master Corbin was rather fond of the riding crop, using it to swat my shoulders and upper back while taking it to my ass, too. It seemed the harder he hit me the more aggressive his fucking became. When he was ready to cum he hit my ass over and over causing my sphincter to squeeze down on his shaft. It was the final sprint down to stretch and my ass was red and marked up good and load number two was taken.
“Oh wow, that was terrific Master Max! Did you see that? We got ourselves a real thoroughbred faggot here!”
“Yes, that was quite a show, Master Corbin. One that will be hard to top!”
More cum poured down my taint and fell into the dirt.
It was Master Max’s turn now. He had the longest dick of them all.
“Oh boys, this hole is so wet and sloppy. This is going to be wonderful!”
Master Max’s first entry and thrusts caused my hole to squelch and more white hot cum came flooding out of me. Master Max fucked me like a gazelle, slick clean strokes, deep and proud. His cock railed against my prostate and I was groaning instinctively.
Master Max reached under me and yanked on my balls, hard.
“Oh no you don’t, faggot! Faggots are not permitted to cum at this camp!”
Then Master Max really laced into me until he jizzed my bumhole.
“That was a close one, Master Max!”, Master Leo said.
“It sure was. This faggot has no idea what Master Hans does to faggots who dare to cum at this camp. I even cringed watching my husband torture the faggot’s balls for hours.”
“Master Corbin, let’s keep the faggot here until Masted Hans returns with the other faggots. I’m sure he’d want to sample the goods. In the meantime, let’s tie down those balls so there are no more close calls this morning.”
“Sounds good, Master Max.”
Masters Max and Corbin used some rope to pull my balls down and tied them to the legs of the fuck bench. It was a full stretch that caused my poor balls to ache.
“There, that ought to do it. Don’t you think Master Max?”
“Yes, Master Corbin, I do think so. Now listen up faggot. Any minute Master Hans will be returning from the hike with the other faggots. There’s a good chance he’ll use that riding crop on those balls after we tell him how close you were to cumming. There’s also a good chance he will fuck and breed you. The other faggots will be watching.”
I was once again embarrassed by the idea that these faggots would see me like this, locked up on a fuck bench, cum on my taint, my balls stretched to the limit. Why was this necessary?
“Master Corbin. This faggot is full of embarrassment. Look at its face. I think it’s Sir was too kind, too gentle, to take this faggot where it needs to go. Rest assured, faggot. Our intention is not to beat the shame and embarrassment out if you. That never works. What we will do is expose you to degrading and dehumanizing experiences. Experiences that men would find revolting, but commonplace amongst faggots. I can hear Master Hans coming now. Just let it happen faggot. Everybody will be watching.”
I heard the clanging of the metal chain connecting the faggots approaching.
“Welcome back from your hike, Master Hans. I hope the faggots enjoyed themselves.”
“Of course they did. I had them reciting their mantras along the way. The exercise was good for them.”
“Very good. Well, while you were away, we were having some quality time with our newest camper. It’s still carrying an ego so we’re going to have to work on that. While Master Max was fucking it, it almost came.”
There was a loud audible gasp from the other faggots.
“I see, Master Leo. Is that why its balls are stretched and immobile?”
“Yes, exactly, my love.”
“Well, I came back just on time then. All you faggots watching this, let this be a lesson for each of you. Faggot cum is simply not allowed here!”
The other faggots watched on as Master Hans took the riding crop out of his husband’s hands and began to swat my balls with them.
My eyes began to tear up it was very painful.
“Faggots! The sooner you all learn the balls attached to your body are not yours, the easier it will be to accept they belong to your Sirs or Masters. Each of you faggots were born with balls, one of God’s greatest jokes if you ask us. Having them causes much confusion for many faggots. To alleviate the confusion, it’s best to hand them over to men who know and understand the responsibility of having them! Surrender your balls, faggots!”
Once the lecture was over, Master Hans battered mine again until he felt they were tenderized enough.
“And now, this faggot is ready to breed. I bet if you ask it now, it would agree , its balls are mine! Now this faggot will take my bull seed and as all you faggots can see, i’m free man who has earned the right to mark this faggot, or any faggot!”
Master Hans saddled up behind me and speared me with his raging erection. The other faggots watched on along with the other Masters as he bucked his hips forward, almost showboating his well defined body to the others as he defiled my rectum. His hands closed around my locked neck as he flexed his hairy muscled ass and his Alpha seed infiltrated my body.
The other Masters applauded.
“Very well done, Master Hans. Very good!”
“Faggot number one, go get the other faggots some water and take them to the trough.”, Master Max ordered.
I was freed from the fuck bench and muzzled once again. My balls hurt something fierce but I dared not touch them.
“Faggot number six, it’s time to start on lunch. Make sure you wash your hands before touching any of our food!”, Master Leo said.
After the other faggots pissed and drank water and were lead back to another building by Master Hans.
When he returned to the other three Masters he said he had them working in essays. The topic was “what did true submission mean to them?” He gave them an hour to get their thoughts down on paper.
Master Hans came to tell me their assignment and said while I was preparing their meal, I had the same assignment, but I was to do it in my head. He said faggots often have to walk and chew gum at the same time.
I saw the four men strip naked and get into their hot tub in a shaded area not far from where I was standing, peering through the kitchen window.
“This is a good group of faggots we have here.”, Master Max said.
“I think faggot number one has leadership potential. Its Master at home in Trinidad said he wanted to bring on a couple more faggots to help run the household. Let’s continue to develop it in that capacity.,”Master Leo said.
“Faggot number two is the weakest of the lot. I don’t know why it’s Master sent him to us again? He’s throwing away good money. The faggot can’t suck dick, has a terrible attitude, and is always disobedient. If it wasn’t so cute, it would have been sold into slavery by now. I’ll keep a firm hand, I’ll keep trying to bend its will.”, said Master Hans.
“The other faggots seem alright. They are decent.”, said Master Corbin. “I think it’s remarkable that faggot number four has gone barely noticed for the week it’s been here. That’s the way it should be”.
“Yes, but I’m especially taken with our newest camper, faggot number six. When I spoke with its Sir, I learned this is a highly functioning faggot. It comes from a wealthy, educated background and it is quite sneaky and calculating. It’s Sir thinks if we can break down its ego, it will stop talking back so much and thinking it knows everything. This is complicated. This faggot is actually engaged to its Sir. I never heard of such a thing in all my years, but it’s not our job to judge, only to facilitate. I think our goal over the next 12 days is to expose the faggot to another faggot that has no ego. Let’s say faggot number four. Faggot number four is always the most eager. Wakes up first, recites its mantra without needing help, never hesitates to follow an order. He’d be a good role model for number six as you indicated Master Corbin.”
“Very good point, Master Max.”, the others agreed.
It was so weird hearing them talk about me like that. Also, I was mad at Sir Jace, too. How dare he think I’m too smart for my own good! I’ll show him!”
I was too busy preparing lunch and being upset that I completely forgot about the assignment.
The Masters dried off and ate their sandwiches while we faggots ate our cut up proteins and greens from the dog bowls and drank water.
While we were then reciting our mantras after lunch, the Masters read the essays.
As I was finishing taking a leak at the trough, Master Max pulled me by the arm.
“Permission to speak, faggot. Have you finished your essay?”
“No Master Max”
I was bitch slapped.
“No is not an option here, faggot! Care to explain why you did not complete the assignment?”
The other faggots and Masters were now staring at us.
“Master Max, I was preparing lunch. I had nothing to write with.”
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
“No excuse, faggot! Your Sir said you were sneaky! Were you listening to us in the hot tub, faggot? “
“Master Max, I was preparing lunch. I couldn’t help but overhear your voices over the bubbling hot tub.”, I think my facial expression made Master Max even angrier with me. I did sound cheeky.
More slaps came at me.
“Faggot! You had no right to listen to our conversation. That was private. You should have been working on your assignment! Now I see why you are here! Now I see why your Sir decided you needed us to help you! You don’t know your place or you haven’t accepted it fully! Well, I’m going to make it my personal mission to break you down, faggot. Nobody makes a fool out of me, especially a lowly faggot!” Master Max spit in my face.
I did not like feeling this way. I was talked down to and spit on by Master Max in front of the other Masters and the other faggots.
Master Max locked me in the cage in the basement and threw a pencil and paper at me.
“What a perfect assignment for an unruly faggot like you. It’s time for your reckoning faggot. I better read a masterpiece!” Master Max left me there in stunned silence.
After the drama had settled and my mind cleared I closed my eyes. The first image that popped into my head was my Sir. It was an image of him in bed, his arms clasped behind his head, shirtless. His bearded, stern face. His steely eyes. The man I grew to adore, to respect, to worship, to love. I remembered what he said to me before I left for this faggot training camp. He said it will be good for me if I don’t fight it and take it as a learning opportunity.
I realized I was resistant. I wasn’t listening. I was too head strong. That’s when I opened my eyes and wrote at the top of the page, “What does True Submission Mean to Me, a faggot”
And then I just started writing,
”True submission begins with trust. Trust is the cornerstone of allowing a faggot like me to openly physically, emotionally, and spiritually connect with my Sir. To feel the psychological safety to let go of shame, to let go of society’s constructs of what is permissible and accepted. Submission is much more than doing as I am told, that is obedience. Submission is the act of willingly, selflessly giving up my own wants and needs and to put my Sir’s always first, no matter what, no questions asked. Submission means waking up each morning to make the life of my Sir better. To enrich his life in any and all ways. Submission is the realization that my faggot body is merely a vessel for my Sir to do with as he pleases. Submission is understanding lack of authority. Submission is relinquishing myself fully to my Sir; my mind, my body, my spirit. Submission is letting go of stubbornness, defiance, of saying “no”, “but”, or “only if”, submission has no conditions. Submission is to give my full effort into every committed act; all acts are for the betterment of my Sir. Submission is to listen more and do more and to say less. Submission is to make my life purposeful. Submission is acceptance. Submission is service. Submission is consideration and caring, especially for my Sir. Submission is …
I was on a roll. I never heard Master Max come down the stairs. He grabbed the paper out of my hand and read it to himself.
”Well, faggot number six. This is not a bad start. Now we gotta see about putting these words into action. I’m pairing you with faggot four. I think you will learn something from each other. Faggot four needs help in the kitchen and you need help being a better faggot. You will be monitored to make sure your time together is productive.”
I was lead out from the cage and us faggots were allowed a second showering before dinner. That is when I took a good look at faggot number four, who would be my faggot mentor for the next few days.
