It was the second week of Slave School and I was still not getting used to that infernal chastity tube. I kept reminding myself that I should welcome the opportunity to be trained for sole use by my future master. I had thought that I had come to terms with the thing but as I kept getting hornier, my dedication and control waned.

With an entire two week of no orgasm, I was getting SO horny that I had difficulty paying attention in class. Yesterday my rectum had to be jolted 10 times. And wow; that last one was coupled with that huge jolt that ran the length of my penis! And even if I was still progressing in my sucking technique to the satisfaction of the instructors, this not being able to have an orgasm, coupled by the restrictive feel of the chastity tube itself, was getting bad enough, that I decided to see one of the counselors.

It was right after dinner -- we were practicing eating from tubes simulating situations where our future masters may wish us in long term gags -- when I knelt before the prefect and requested permission to see a counselor. I observed all rules not in the mood for any additional corporal discipline -- though under normal circumstances I did not really mind it.

As instructed (see Rule 24 under Comportment Before Superiors), I knelt with my hands comfortably in my lap and with my butt at ease on the heels of my sandaled feet, and my eyes looking forward. (We were allowed to move our eyes). Soon I was asked to enter the counselor's room. I was happy to see the same slave who had comforted the boy next to me a couple of weeks ago. Since then that boy, student number 21, and I had become good friends. I was also intrigued by the idea that a counselor would be a slave. I voiced that thought soon after we had begun talking. I was comfortably seated on a regular chair while the counselor, intriguingly, was ensconced within a severely restrictive bondage device. It was sort of half chair, half straight jacket, the back of which was secured to a horizontal metal bar. He only had one arm half free. His legs were free but he sported ankle cuffs which were fastened to the floor. His penis, left loose, was rigidly sticking up its full 7 inches. I was so aroused by this bondage scene that my own poor penis started making demands that were to be completely frustrated.

I eventually explained my problem. "So doc (he said to call him doc), I don't know how I can keep up in my class with this horrible distraction."

He read something on the screen in front of him. "From a review of your instructor's evaluations and those automatically recorded by your training aids, and your other neural implants, it would seem that you are doing well. In fact above average for your class. It even says here that you have mastered almost all of the requirements of the oral portion of this month's training. You have even been able to adjust your technique from picking up subtle cues from the recipient of your oral ministrations. That is significant progress. You will be tested on a human host within the next couple days and then continue with the second half of the course, that of using your anus and sphincter muscles during anal penetration."

I was surprised to learn that I was doing better than the average classmate. I had thought that my continual distractions during oral service had caused my technique to suffer."

"Thank-you doc for telling me this, but it doesn't seem to help me with my continual distractions."

"First of all number 16, how do you know that this very distraction, as you call it, is NOT a real part of your training?"

I was momentarily stunned. I had never considered such a thing.

"But . . ." I seemed not to be able to figure out exactly WHY I have been so bothered by this 'distraction.'

The counselor smiled as if he could read my mind. "Let me ask you one thing number 16. Since you have achieved sexual maturity, how long a period have you gone without an orgasm?"

"This is the longest sir. But. . ."

Again I couldn't seem to put into words my REAL problem.

"So boy (his using 'boy' somehow felt more personal), what do you think of the prospect of possibly NEVER having an orgasm again?"

I suddenly realized that this is what bothered me most. The thought that maybe, my future master would always keep me in chastity. And what was worse, was that I couldn't really submit to that. This I explained as best I could. And I finally voiced my worst fear.

"So you see doc, maybe I never fully realized what a slave must give up."

The counselor looked at me with an expression that seemed to say "he's so young." I was getting used to that expression. He finally spoke. "The slave-master relationship has as its primary foundation the sexual needs, desires, and responses of the two people involved. I'm sure if you looked into your own motivations and desires for wanting to become a slave you would find that a significant part of this owes itself to what sexually arouses you. Of course there will necessarily be other emotional and even rational motivations. However, without this basic foundation of sexual arousal, you would probably not be here to begin with. It is perfectly understandable that your need for sexual gratification is strongly tied up in with your desire and almost need to be a slave. This of course varies from person to person but this basic sexual foundation will still be there. Does this make sense to you?"

Doc seemed to put into words what I was feeling but too ashamed to voice. I WANTED sex! Not just to please my master but also to please myself. And I felt somehow guilty about this.

"But doc, the slave is to completely give himself to his master. And I don't see how I can do this. At least if it means that I never will be able to have some sexual gratification for myself." And I was barely able to say audibly. "Maybe I'm just not meant to be a slave."

I started crying at this realization. I had been so sure. And so determined. But now . . .

"Boy, like any other successful relationship, both you AND your future master will need to progress beyond any purely physical or even emotional relationship. A truly wholesome and lasting slave-master relationship will rest on total trust on your part, and total commitment to understand his slave on the master's part. And there is even more. We believe that of all human relationships, a truly successful one between master and slave will require a total commitment from BOTH parties. We further believe that the best of slave-master relationships will finally find their greatest success when master and slave form a true love relationship."

"I don't understand sir."

"A slave indeed, must give himself completely to his master. But this relationship can not work without BOTH slave AND master fulfilling their necessary roles. Remember, the master also wants a successful relationship. In other words, he must also recognize the needs of his slave."

I thought I was finally starting to understand. It was just so scary.

He continued. "You must realize that just as there are many variations among good slaves, there are also a very variable contingent of prospective masters out there. Masters also have to learn how to be good masters. If you succeed here, you will be placed into a temporary slave-master union with the one whom we believe most suits both of you. After a short trial time of adjustment and getting to know one another, either of you may decide to terminate the association without prejudice. We will then find another more compatible partner. But we are quite good at this. Most of our first slave-master matches succeed quite admirably, and usually after a short period of adjustment, they enter into a permanent union."

I was starting to understand. Then 'doc' did something surprising. At least surprising to me. He touched his consul pad. Several moments later we both heard from some speaker. "Speak boy."

"Master, permission to relay necessary data for obtaining your agreement for bringing student number 16 into our common area."

"Granted. Please use privacy shield."

Then another pad was touched and I could see 'doc' speaking but could hear nothing. After several minutes of intense conversation 'doc' finally nodded and smiled. He then touched his pad again in a couple places. I was surprised to see all his restraining devices release. Now almost naked except for a small waist pouch that he pulled down in front of his erection, he stood and spoke.

"You have apparently impressed my master. He wants to see you. You will follow me and direct your actions according to the proper guidelines that I will assume you have memorized by now."

Though slightly scared, and very excited, I did my best to recall all 7 Sections with their total of 224 Rules of Protocol for student slaves. As I walked two paces behind 'doc' I could see that somehow that pouch that he had pulled down over his penis had now apparently gathered behind his pouched testicles and formed a wide cord which then entered the slave's butt hole. I started to speculate just what and how large the object inside was. And unfortunately found my own penis again struggling within its narrow confinement. I placed my hands behind me, looked straight forward, and followed. Only understanding the full consequences gave me the motivation necessary not to look around as he led me down a hall, into a plain walled elevator. It responded to his voice directive and we were swiftly whisked upward. The door reopened and I could see a glass wall and a beautiful garden beyond. We passed several other school instructors two of whom I recognized. I was suddenly so self-conscious of my near complete nudity and couldn't figure out why after two weeks of such. Maybe because 'doc' and I were now the only naked people. And 'doc' at least had a strategic covering. Finally we passed the garden and entered a room where I finally saw two other slaves. One was entirely naked -- absolutely and entirely. The other was clothed but I could tell by his collar and demeanor that he too was a slave. We came to a table where four people were seated playing some kind of card game. As we stopped I immediately went to my knees with my butt resting on my heels and my hands in front. It was pretty easy to maintain and not even uncomfortable. I looked directly ahead. Moments later one of the men there whom I didn't recognize, touched my shoulder and commanded me to stand.

"Achieve strict attention boy."

I immediately stood with my feet closed, my hands behind with my left hand grasping my right wrist, and directed my eyes straight forward.

"As commanded master." I replied.

I could glimpse that the man was smiling and whispering something into 'doc's' ear. I could only make out a few words --something about his slave not being available when he had need of him. The man's slave, namely 'doc,' smiled and whispered something back.

The man straightened up and said aloud: "For that insolent remark boy, you will be held accountable later tonight."

"Yes master. I sincerely hope so."

From their expressions I assumed both of them would enjoy what was to happen. I was feeling somewhat more at ease seeing that this 'master' seemed like just an ordinary person.

Then 'doc' asked: "Master, permission to ask the three slaves here the question I had posed."

"Of course, assuming their own masters do not object."

One of the men at the table nodded to the person across from him. I would have never suspected he too was a slave. The other naked man came up to the table with refreshments. He looked at the fellow across from 'doc's' master who then addressed him: "I will allow you to decide if you wish to answer Mike. Just don't embarrass the little boy." He looked straight at my entrapped penis and added: "I'm not too sure what the tensile strength of that tube is."

Several people laughed. I suppose I WAS little and strangely was now more embarrassed by my small size than by my nakedness.

Finally the collared man approached and spoke: "My master has also instructed me to answer any question. If you all will allow."

"Doc' then spoke up. I would ask each of you three to tell student number 16 here when was the last time you each were permitted an orgasm by your masters. And if you enjoy your sex life."

I was stunned. Just like that? I turned totally red and my penis started moving up-and-down apparently with my heart beat. I could barely keep looking straight ahead. Then I was addressed by 'doc's' master.

"Boy, be polite and acknowledge each as he answers."

The naked man answered first after getting a nod from his own master. "My master enjoys being cruel. He brought me to near orgasm twice last night but then stopped. The last time I had an orgasm that truly satisfied me was two years ago."

I was in shock. "Two years!" He then started laughing. His master then spoke. "Boy don't believe him. He's always saying things like that. Of course maybe I should put him into chastity for a month or so just to teach him a lesson. The two then seemed to communicate with each other by just a few looks. "Answer truthfully boy."

"Yes master. Ok then. The day before my master was able to arouse me to a few orgasms. But only after I had slaved the entire evening to please him."

"Boy, I'm now thinking perhaps the one with the rings. You will like that one I am sure."

I was amazed at the very open byplay. Not just because of what they were talking about, but because everyone seemed so at ease with each other. Even though several were slaves.

The slave continued. "Actually number 16, my sex life is great. Just very controlled." His master nodded.

The slave Mike then replied: "If you are worried, like all good new students, about your prospective master keeping you from enjoying a proper sex life -- stop. That's not what being a true master is all about."

Finally the last slave there answered similarly although he also admitted that his master did at times keep him in chastity for long durations but the reason was very private and he'd not say why.

I left the room quite reassured. And again determined to become a good slave. And strangely, I wasn't even worried if my future master DID demand long periods of countenance. I was hopeful there would be a cogent reason.

Just before I was about to leave, the slave seated, Mike, asked me: "You are 14 years old? You look barely 12."

I looked to 'doc's' master for permission to speak. He nodded and then smiled addressing Mike.

"It seems that at 14, he's more mature than you are Mike."

I then answered. "I'm very small due to my genetic heritage. My Mom's barely 5 feet and my Dad's only a couple inches taller. Also frequently boy's of Chinese extraction appear somewhat younger than their Caucasian counterparts."

His master laughed pretty loudly at his slave. I was trying to figure out just why as 'doc' led me back to the first month student block. When I got there, I was led by one of the upper-class slave students into the common shower area. It was just the usual evening cleaning ritual that I had already gotten so accustomed to. After he had cleaned the areas I was no longer allowed to touch, and had refastened my chastity tube, I continued with the remaining procedures. I dried off in front of the blowers as I cleaned my teeth and then made sure my external neural monitors were positioned and functioning correctly. They were so small they sometimes was difficult to position correctly if they had accidentally been moved. I never could understand how come they didn't merely have them all made into implants. When I found my pallet I was quickly accosted by student number 21. He had this huge smile, and turning and bending over he pointed his butt to me and said: "Look 16, my new training plug!"

I was momentarily jealous. I didn't have mine yet. But I couldn't help feeling suddenly ashamed. I was determined to be happy for him, even if he achieved this milestone before me. This meant that my friend had already passed his final suck test and was to begin the next part of the month's training -- how to respond to being fucked. Well, at least the very basics. The more advanced training would occur in month five. For now we would merely get accustomed to being annually used and now to adjust our sphincter muscles to withstand the invasion of our most intimate hole.

I was, however, very interested in just how the thing was placed into his rectum. It was quite different from our other plugs which were merely used to open us enough for the proper training devices. I saw that my friend's anus was quite dilated and there was a thick ring around the entire base.

"That looks awfully big and heavy. What's keeping it in?"

By this time I almost had my face up into his dark crack. Because the black plug was only a few shades darker than my friend's skin, I needed a close look. My own penis of course was screaming but I made myself ignore it. My intense interest in my friend's new training plug helped.

He answered enthusiastically. "See that small valve at the bottom edge?"

"Yes."

"Well, it can be connected to a syringe which can then infuse an internal bladder. It's in there pretty good I assure you. I can't wait till tomorrow when it gets hooked up to the training machine and my butt hole starts to get it's real workout."

Later that night, as we were cuddling together on our pallet just before lights out, I was recounting to my friend what I had experienced with the counselor earlier that evening. I was also thinking forward to my own final test of sucking technique. I was hoping that the penis I would get to suck on belonged to the black instructor. For some reason his so black penis REALLY turned me on! As we fell asleep in each other's arms, I was fantasizing that I was already in the arms of my future master whom I had just brought to succession of mind-blowing orgasms. (Ok, I've never claimed that I was humble).