Dirt

A Different Kind of School

Chapter 1

All first month students wore only the basic uniform. I read ahead in the catalogue and couldn't wait for month three. Wow. They had to have upper classmen to help dress in the morning. But I had to pass the first two month's courses first. Of course the month I was REALLY dreading was month six. I was definitely not a natural so I would have to really work hard just to complete this month. But month seven and all the work will have been worth it. And I will have been the youngest graduate in three years!

Wow. I better get my brain in gear and stop fantasizing about the future or I'd never get past month one. I looked around me and I guess, small or not, it seemed every one was a bit nervous. They were all new like myself even if some of them were as much as two years older. In fact most of the school's recruits were 17 or 18. They usually don't take much younger students since they claim boy's younger can not really know themselves well enough to make such an important decision. And here I am having barely turned 15.

I remember when six months ago I was at home and when my parents started mentioning about my choices for high school, I simply could NOT get interested. An academic education was definitely NOT for me. Not the usual trade schools either. But I had watched a holo-advert for this school in the public forum and knew instantly that was the school for me. It's really hard to explain, but I simply KNEW. My parents absolutely forbade me from even applying. But I knew my rights. According to the 2156 Constitutional Amendments for Children's Rights, if a student can prove enough mental and emotional maturity, he (or she) has the right to choose the remainder of his education.

I showed my Dad right on my wrist-com. (It had all the usual meta-links). My Dad finally had to give in. My Mom cried all the next day but I was adamant. This I knew was right for me. After all it was my future.

My Dad told Mom that even IF I qualified to choose my future schooling, which he had serious doubts, there was NO WAY I'd pass the entrance requirements of the school anyway. So they were happily sending in applications for me at several different academic establishments – Dad was sure that I would follow in his footsteps as a Media Consultant. He had a LOT of high powered connections.

But I still had my dream. Not only did I surprise my parents, the board before which I had to prove my maturity was equally as surprised. I was one of the youngest kids to have gained status as an educationally emancipated minor. Lots of big words saying I could now pick my school.

Of course my parents were horrified with my choice, but were actually petrified, when the next month, three people were specially sent by the school to interview me. I guess the application I filled out, and the paper I wrote why I should be admitted, had gotten me this far. Two of the people were some strange type of psychologists while the other was a one of the school's instructors. He REALLY intimidated me. I was so scared. But I simply tried to answer all of their questions as best I could. And hope for the best. It was the very last question asked that threw me for a loop. It came from that instructor.

"If I ordered you to leave the school, even though you were passing all your courses, what would you do?"

I couldn't think. Why would that even be fair? I finally gave the only answer I could think of at the time. "I'd probably cry as I went home." And as an afterthought I added. "And maybe try to reapply."

I felt better when I saw him smile.

So here I was. My father sent me on my way from the air terminal. My Mom was so distraught that she didn't make it even that far. I was hoping that when she saw how happy I was with my new position (I am assuming that I would graduate in seven months), that she'd finally realize that I had made the choice that was right for me.

Wow. I looked at the color code time monitor and realized I'd been daydreaming again. I now had to REALLY hurry. I made sure my brief was situated correctly so that when I sat down in class, it would be in the necessary position. And my neural monitors were all positioned correctly. I then put on my sandals and scooted off. As I entered the classroom I thought my smile would crack my face. I'd made it!

As I sat down on the prepared butt plug, I touched the pad and the monitor responded: "Slave Training: Month One – Basic Fucking and Sucking."

Chapter 2

The atmosphere was tense. I didn't know what to expect. But what happened first had me surprised. Two clothed instructors and a technician slave (I wondered to whom he belonged), carting a huge bin on a grav-sled, entered the front of the monitor room.

The lead instructor took a slightly elevated platform and addressed the class. The sleep room had a total of 50 pallets, so I was surprised to see that not all of my class was there. One of my neural implants had directed me to this room. (Many of the other ones we've been told were for aids during difficult instructions, and even during punishments).

I expect we were separated into a couple of groups. And now seeing actual instructors had me intrigued. So much of my regular education up to now had been done by remote computer stations.

Another small rectal jolt and I was again reminded to give my complete attention. (Strangely, the only reason I hated having been so prompted was I felt that I may have disappointed someone who will later be evaluating my performance and dedication. The actual idea of being punished that way only aroused me further).

The lead instructors introduced himself and began:

"I welcome you all to the finest slave school in this hemisphere. This school has enjoyed a great and honored tradition dating all the way back to when the Consensual Slavery Laws were passed. You have all been tested and screened. We are certain that every single one of you, given enough dedicated effort, will successfully complete this course. However, only about half of you will become slaves. To learn what we have to teach is not enough. What will have you succeed in becoming a true slave is to somehow find within yourselves a total willingness to abandon all your former desires and totally dedicate your full effort on only considering your prospective master's will. You who are true slave material will find yourselves thrilled by this prospect instead of being dismayed; those of you who derive their primary sexual arousal by loosing all control over your own bodies. Over you own desires. Over your own futures. A true slave derives his best sexual response when he knows that it is totally at the discretion of his master. All these things can not be taught. They already have to be within you. If there are any of you here who are not at this moment generally thrilled, both emotionally and sexually, at this prospect of giving your entire selves to another, then nothing we can teach you will make you a proper slave. What we teach will only be your tools. You must be the tool wielder."

My penis was stretching the fabric of my brief to the extreme. I was also so emotionally charged by this opening speech that I required another rectal jolt to remind me to keep a proper focus.

The instructor continued. "I would ask a question." He looked over the assembled prospective slaves. "Number 16 stand at attention."

I was being directly addressed. I stood with my hands clasped behind me and my feet together. Removing myself from the butt plug, which had expanded somewhat as I had sat, required a bit of effort. I was very nervous and had difficulty sanding still.

"Number 16, class, is only 15 years of age, yet he believes he can become a good slave. Number 16, what do you believe makes you so special that you can succeed where others might fail?"

I was totally at a loss. But decided it didn't matter. I WAS going to be a good slave. That's all that mattered. "Master, I do not know. I will just give myself to my master and do my best."

I never did find out if that answer was adequate. But before we even got started on our first lessons of fucking and sucking, we each in turn were instructed to present ourselves to the slave who brought out all the necessary equipment, and were fitted with our temporary chastity devices.

"You will wear this at all times except when bathing and when otherwise directed," he admonished. "In each of these situations, either an instructor, or an assistant, will remove the device and later reinstall you in it. You will note there is a lock. This is NOT to presume that you have not the will power to resist taking it off. But it is for your own benefit. The idea of being locked up, gives the slave that much more sexual arousal and thus motivation. Furthermore, from this point on you must consider your bodies, and especially all erogenous zones on those bodies, the property of your prospective masters. Therefore, any contact with your hand and any of these erogenous zones will be severely punished. This is a class one offense. As stated in your electronic manuals, the first punishment for a class one offense is twenty strokes of the heavy tawse. For the second, twenty strokes of the medium cane, and hand imprisonment for one week. For the third, it will be at the recommendation of the lead instructor. Note, if in conjunction with other failures up to that time, even expulsion could be a consequence."

I was sure that no one would be contemplating anything but an accidental failure. I was very impressed by the idea of keeping my body for my future master.

As I approached the stage I was so excited as I realized what was about to happen. As my brief was removed my boner stuck out hard as a poker. I used all my control to keep my hands from hiding my most private parts. I was also so curious and even a bit envious as I looked at the boners on the other boys but realized that heck, I was only 15 after all. But I liked the form of my now four and a half inches [11½ cm]. And it went pretty well with my much smaller body. And besides, it really mattered only how my future master regarded my genitals. Or should I think of them now as his? I also noted that even our briefs were not being returned for the remainder of the class. Most of our future instructions will be carried out while naked. I was fantasizing about the prospect of never wearing clothes again. Though up to my new master, and largely depending on my exact role as his slave, I realized that this was not a profitable musing.

The boy in front started giggling as the tech slave pulled him closer by grabbing him around his cute butt and by his engorged penis at the same time. I suspect a perk of his job. I was totally mesmerized as the chastity device was quickly attached. Then it was my turn. The device was not too complicated even though it also doubled as a prompting device, and if warranted, a punishment device. The first thing though was a small puff of a spray directed at my nose which I was instructed to inhale. I couldn't figure out what that was for since I could feel no discernable effect. But I quickly found out. I too was then manhandled into the proper position by my penis and butt and this normally would have been enough to cause me to orgasm given my current state of dripping arousal. It obviously stopped that from happening. Next a small hollow polyvinyl tube, along with its nearly invisible sensors and stimulation nodes, was inserted the full depth into my penis. I was so glad for its special surface that allowed for nearly painless insertion. Then another puff of a different spray. Instant wilting. I simply could not believe how small my penis got. I looked around to see if anyone was watching and was instantly touched from behind on my now naked butt by a small strap. More painful to my feelings than my skin. Since I was not instructed to do anything else, I merely stood still.

"Good boy. You are learning." It was the younger of the two instructors, who had been standing behind me. "You will eventually learn to await for a command before you make any purposeful movement. This idea is necessarily vague but you will gradually understand by experience."

I was happy by his encouraging remark.

Next, the slave temporarily removed the minute neural sensor at the base of my scrotum. It was barely the size of a mini-bot chip.

"Boy, because of the rubbing of the chastity device at this spot, I will inject a more permanent neural sensor directly into your testicles."

Suddenly overcome by fear, I used a lot of reserve will-power not to flinch as he stuck a pen shaped instrument next to my left testicle. Pfft, and it was over. Then the right testicle. There was almost no pain. My body was monitored by more than ten neural sensors at all times, situated mostly in various erogenous zones. These will totally monitor exactly how we were reacting, especially sexually and emotionally, to the other stimuli to which we were being subjected. From now on I will no longer be able to touch these places. During month seven, neural sensors will even be permanently attached to our frontal cortex, but only after we have been assured of graduation. These cortical monitors will enable our future masters to monitor our immediate conscious cognitive brain function at all times, if they so desired.

The tech slave explained: "I have a degree in the field of chemical and neural monitoring of sexual arousal and stimulation. In fact I designed this particular probe myself. This rod contains neural and chemical monitors and will report any change in your sexual response. There are also nodes that can give your penis quite a jolt." He smiled as he said that. I looked at his penis and noticed that he too was in a chastity device, even if much more elaborate. One thing though was the same – the very end of a similar rod was sticking out of his penis slit. I was trying to estimate the length of that rod when he added: "All this monitoring is for your own benefit and should give you a good sense of security."

And I sure was going to be one well monitored boy. This was done so that future training can be better tailored to suite individual needs. As I said earlier, this was the best school of its kind in the hemisphere. This slave I would later discover, had received one of the prestigious Hawking Awards for his breakthrough research into mechano-bio interfaces.

Next, a SMALL tube was fitted over my penis. The tube sticking out of my urethra fitted nicely into the top hole allowing about a half inch [13 mm] to emerge. The interior tube I could now feel well into my penis and even under my scrotum. While this thing was installed, my penis would be forced to point outward. The back portion of this outer tube, which appeared to have two curved wings above the back portion of my penis, was then simply folded downward until the two sides met below my penis. This left a small opening through which the root of my scrotal sac fit. I could not see any seam – only clear tube. The hole around the top portion of my scrotal sac immediately below my penis felt very tight but fortunately not too uncomfortable. Later, when that spray wore off, I was driven totally insane for days until I got at least somewhat used to the ever present need for, coupled with the impossibility of, erecting. (The above exaggeration is not a great one).

I could see some really silly grins on the boys who were momentarily walking around with their 'small' penises pointing outward. After the class was fitted, we were instructed to go back to our seats. The re-penetration of that butt plug insured all of us that these chastity devices were not meant to be exactly fun. But I eventually not only learned to coexist with the thing, but to even consider it one more way in which I could express my dedication to my future master.

The remainder of the five hour class was taken up by instruction in very basic sucking technique. Of course this day was we barely got past just being able to swallow the training devices. A number of the students, myself included, were very grateful we were doing this on empty stomachs. It wasn't until the end of the period when I was finally able to overcome my gag reflex. And I suspect if not for the advanced design of the penile devices that were forced into our mouths, it would have even taken longer. The device consisted of a variable tube, textured exactly to have the feel and flex of an engorged penis, at the base of which was a remote that transmitted sensor readings from the entire surface of the penile projection. From our own touch-pad screens we could instantly see all kinds of transmitted data, including the most probably arousal effect of what we were doing with different portions of our mouths, tongue, and even teeth. (This reminded me that on rare occasions, a slave's master has required the removal of all his slave's teeth. I wondered what that would feel like). Our touch pad monitors also listed instructions on possible improvements. I was almost crying after a couple hours with my inability to actually swallow the thing. Therefore, I was quite grateful throughout the period, of the genuine concern and encouragement I received from actual hands-on tutoring from the two live instructors. It wasn't just the coaching in our technique, but also the comfort they gave by their touches and hugs. I had never even gotten that much attention from my own parents since I was 11. (Ok, another probable exaggeration, but it was great nonetheless).

As some made good improvements in technique a few of the boys were even rewarded by the taste of 'cum' coming from the holes at the ends of the training devices. Since I had not progressed that far, I would have to be content with our afternoon meal which would be served soon after this class was finished. This would come at mid-afternoon. (I would not be one of the service staff for this first meal of the day until the end of the week). After there was a period of rest of one half hour. After the rest period, during which we would probably NOT be resting since we were free to interact with each other, we would have a structured period of recreation. Today, this was to be a game of soccer. No one, except on the doctor's recommendation, was allowed to merely be a bystander. I was thinking that everyone would soon become aware of my meager athletic ability. But I was soon to learn that most stressed was support of each other and teamwork. In fact, much more praise was given for helping someone else than for athletic success. For the first time in my life, (Ok another exaggeration), I thoroughly enjoyed a team sport. Of course it helped by seeing all those near naked bodies, and waving penises, as we all ran up-and-down the field. We were given well supported shoes for the duration. Later that evening, just after our second and last meal of the day, as myself and three other boys were 'comparing notes' we all agreed that to attend this school had been the best decision of our young lives.

An hour later, after all electronic media equipment was turned off, and the lights dimmed, I couldn't help thinking that at that moment I was one of the most fortunate boys alive. So I was quite jarred out of my so comfortable revelry when, just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard barely audible, but distinct crying coming from the mat next to me. I felt suddenly very concerned. Just as I was leaning over to see what the boy's problem was (we were allowed to speak even after lights-out if we deemed it important enough), one of the dorm monitors came to the boy's pallet from the other side. This one was one of the nearly naked slave-instructors. I later learned that he was the slave-partner of the younger instructor we had during the day's instruction. I also learned that he too had a degree. This was in slave-master psychology.

It turned out that the boy was so upset because he had just learned that his mother had been in a severe accident. And he had not spoken to her except by remote holo-console. I was motioned over by the dorm monitor, and together we found out what was happening.

After he started speaking about a flying accident her mother had been involved in the night before, he explained that the air-ball-safety-envelope, that instantly surrounded and allowed all passengers to survive any possible air crash completely unscathed, had partially malfunctioned. She was the only injured person in the 390 passenger manifest. I was surprised at the accident. I only remembered one other public air carrier accident.

But as the slave was trying to assuage the boy's feelings, the boy suddenly stated that we misunderstood. He knew his mother, though seriously injured, would be OK; he wasn't upset by that so much. And though he so wanted to be there for his mother that wasn't the problem either.

He continued: "No it's not that! In fact the school had agreed to let me fly to the hospital this morning if I deemed it important enough. But she was so convinced that my first few days, and especially the very first day of training here, would be so special for me, she couldn't ask me to miss them. She kept thinking about me instead of herself. She loves me so much!"

I was allowed to sleep with this boy for the night. As I was dozing off, with the boy's arms wrapped around me, I distinctly heard him whisper: "I hope I will learn how to care for my future master as mush as my Mom cares for me."

Chapter 3

With an entire two weeks of no orgasm, I was getting SO horny that I had difficulty paying attention in class. Yesterday my rectum had to be jolted ten 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 [18 cm]. 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 3;" 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 3;"

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 3;

"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 is 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 the 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 too much." 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!" I thought, barely stopping myself from an oral outburst. 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."

The master looked at his slave. "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 15 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 15, 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 [1.50 m] and my Dad's only a couple inches taller. Also frequently boys of Chinese extraction appear somewhat younger than their Caucasian counterparts at comparable ages."

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 were 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 anally used and how 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 its 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. My master was so pleased that he even allowed me to have my own orgasm by taking me fully into his mouth and stimulating my prostate with a couple of his fingers. (Ok, I've never claimed that I was humble).

Chapter 4

The instructor smiled as he saw the member bobbing up and down. This penile encasement was of the more severely restrictive type and specifically designed for each individual boy. In this boy's case, its inside dimensions was barely 1 3/4ths inches [4½ cm] long, and 5/8ths inch [15 mm] in diameter. He not only could imagine the severe difficulty with which it was secured to the boy's member, but he had watched its replay right before he arrived. The very idea of having his penis so severely restricted had the boy so aroused that a second chemical aerosol was needed to deflate the boy's penis to its present dimensions before installation. The expression on the boy's face soon after installation was precious as his member was at war with its confinement. It was accompanied with several unsolicited moans until a few specifically controlled electrical jolts to the boy's butt plug, coupled with an impulse sent to one of the boy's neural monitors immediately above his testicles, 'corrected' this minor breach of behavior. The instructor was also intrigued by the boy's response to this 'corrective action.' The boy simply gave out a heavy silent sigh and then smiled. He no doubt had welcomed his own 'correction.' That was when this instructor decided to test this student himself on his final 'suck test.' He was sure that the boy was quite accomplished, at least for month one, in his 'sucking' technique. What he was more interested in discovering was how this such young boy could know himself well enough to be so sure of this quite unusual life choice. He had already cleared what he was intending to do with both the principal instructor, and, because this was potentially distressing for the boy, he also had the permission – and watchful eye – of one of the school's slave counselors.

After making sure that the boy's neural monitors were operational and functioning properly, he commanded the boy to follow him. They entered a small cubical no more than 8 feet [2½ m] square and totally unfurnished except for a small lightly padded stool. There were also several panels and concealed cameras of which only the instructor was aware.

The small boy was getting a little concerned. No other student had been tested in a private room. In fact, he considered the ability to concentrate on pleasing the instructor in spite of the possible distractions of the public classroom, an important part of the test. But over the past couple weeks it had been so drilled into each student that if commanded, the slave will obey without question. But incongruously, they had also been taught to really think about what was commanded. In order to better serve, they needed to give the command their best attention and understanding. So he decided to comply but also search for other cues as to what was expected of him.

"Boy, I want you to kneel on that low stool to bring you to the proper height since I will remain standing. You have permission to do whatever you feel appropriate in order to bring me to orgasm. You will of course be expected to swallow everything. You may also use your hands and fingers however you wish. I want you to bring me to orgasm in exactly 16 minutes. That is your only parameter. Of course I expect the best sexual experience you are capable of giving."

The boy relaxed. This was so very similar to a test conducted with the special instructional aids. Of course this was the first time the boy would have a real penis in his mouth, and a real male body to work on so intimately. The instructor dropped his cloak and skimpy undergarment. The boy was so aroused when he saw the huge penis, but this actually helped him get into the right frame of mind to do as instructed. He took the man's partially engorged penis into his right hand while taking an ever so light grip of his testicles. The thrill of such intimate contact with a real person had him so excited. And aroused. He did his best to ignore his own 'screaming' constricted penis. He started by running his tongue about the glans of the sizeable penis, then ran it around the entire underside of the member. Over the next several minutes he continued with his oral ministrations as per two weeks of instructions. His hands alternately ranged over other areas of the instructors body including his ass crack and the sensitive area between testicles and anal ring. He both watched and felt for the slight cues to discover just which activities best aroused his instructor. The one thing he did not do (they were told this would be part of later instruction) was to use his tongue in or near the instructor's anal region. Eventually he engulfed the long thick member using both his tongue and lips to their best advantage. He then started sucking and pulling his mouth back and forth. Eventually he forced the penis past his gag reflex and swallowed it whole. He tried to find the correct timing of his breathing, his mouth and tongue techniques, and match this to the responses of his instructor who was now responding quite positively, yet allowed the boy to continue unhindered. Eventually the boy introduced his well wetted finger into the instructor's anal opening and found his prostate. Feeling the man close to an orgasm he backed off a little in his ministrations trying to decide how close to 16 minutes he was. When he figured time was close, the boy sucked strongly and again swallowed it in one smooth action whereupon he started pushing his now two wetted fingers in and out of the man's rectum. Then he started vibrating his vocal chords and could feel the testicles pull up tightly. In a sudden spasm the penis erupted forcefully. Again and again the boy swallowed massive amounts of cum.

Finally the instructor pulled out of the boy's talented mouth and throat. It was indeed a well practiced performance. What he liked was that the boy seemed to understand almost instinctively just what actions really stimulated him.

Finally the instructor told the boy to stay where he was and left the room. A short time later he returned. The now anxious boy stood at slave attention.

"A talented performance boy. Certainly good enough for advancement, but I still have grave reservations about your age. I cannot believe that you can be mature enough to adequately decide your future. So I am going to do it for you. I will be recommending your dismissal from not only this class, but from the school."

The boy could hardly believe his ears. From anxious anticipation to life threatening despair in seconds the boy had all he could do to stop himself from collapsing. Wild thoughts ran haphazard through his brain. He was so upset he never heard the instructor leave the room.

Over the next hour the boy went from despair to anger and then back to despair. How could this man so cavalierly dismiss him like this? He eventually struggled to make his mind behave. He eventually disciplined himself to continue following school rules instead of giving in to his desire to explode. Running from the room in a vane attempt to complain to someone would be neither efficacious nor available as a legitimate action. He then tried to review his own motivations. Could the guy be right? Could he have been deluding himself in believing himself to be a good slave candidate? He finally decided on a course of action. He would remain until dismissed as per school regulations. But if eventually confronted with dismissal he would ask for a review by the school counselor as per formal procedures. He eventually decided that he definitely WANTED to be someone's devoted slave. That goal he would hold onto as long as possible. Although other ways of obtaining a good caring master was so much more problematical, he decided that if necessary, he would follow whatever route necessary to see his dream fulfilled. Even if it were not through this particular school.

It seemed like an eternity but it was probably only several hours later when both the assistant instructor and the head instructor entered the room. The boy tried to hold his now quivering muscles under firm control. His emotions were in even greater turmoil. He was then surprise when the head instructor commanded him: "Boy, relax. You may sit in attentive relaxed form."

The boy used all his reduced self control to stop from crying. He obeyed and sat on the floor with his arms around his knees, and faced the instructor who addressed him.

I have reviewed all your records, together with all your recorded neural responses, and have concluded that you are indeed not only a good student, but more importantly, have the requisite personality and inclination of a prospective slave boy. Indeed both your behavior and neural responses specifically over the past several hours clearly attest to this. Congratulations boy, here is your new training rectal plug. You will need it for tomorrow's instruction."

The man was smiling. As was now the greatly relieved boy, whose large smile showed his inner joy. He took the plug and thanked his instructor as per proper form.

He then looked at the other instructor and inquired: "Master, may I ask a question?"

"Yes you may boy."

"Was the past few hours some kind of a test?"

In many instances the instructor would not have permitted such a question. But he decided that he owed the boy something. He answered simply. "Yes, boy. You may get lunch now. Student number 21, I am sure, will be happy to familiarize you with your new training plug. Be wearing it when you return to class in the morning. You are dismissed."

As he turned to leave, after bowing to both instructors, he was surprised when a hand grabbed his shoulder and spun him around.

The head instructor pulled the slight boy tightly to him and remarked: "You did good boy. Now relax and enjoy your afternoon."

The boy's spirits soared. Because of his particular personality he never did feel badly used nor any hard feelings toward the other instructor. He decided to just focus on his future. Especially his immediate future.

When he arrived at his communal dorm, he couldn't find number 21. He so much wanted to celebrate with him. His next stop, after his usual after class ablutions, was the refectory for lunch. Several boys from a class several months ahead of them were seated at the strange forced feeding table. He was intrigued by the operation here but would not allow himself to be too distracted as he looked around for 21. He finally found him sitting with two others of their class who had also successfully passed the first half of the month's course.

As per rule 16, part c, slave student number 16 greeted his class mates with only informal reference since they were in 'free' time.

"Number 2, number 21, number 23, this slave greets you." He had a secret thrill using that description of himself.

After proper greetings, they all talked about what school kids talked about world over – their classes, their instructors, their tests, and what they wanted to do that afternoon. The evening was already filled by a school function. Month five students were going to be demonstrating various bondage apparatuses. That is they were the ones being put into various forms of moderate to severe restrictive devices from anywhere to binding straps and limb encasements, to full body suits. And from stretched out positions to those of extremely tight enclosures. Student slave number 16 felt an amazing thrill curse through him as he imagined himself in one severe situation after another. He had even heard rumors that some special students, in their seventh months, and according to the disposition of their future master, even have some permanent, or semi-permanent restrictive devices installed either on, or on rare occasions, INTO, their bodies. Number 16's chastity device was being uncommonly strained as these thoughts cursed through his imagination.

"That's awfully small number 16," remarked number 2 as he noted the new butt plug that number 16 had laid in front of him. Number 21 looked at number 2 as if to say "but he's awfully little himself," but didn't think his friend would appreciate the remark aloud. Even if number 2's butt hole was probably twice the size of number 16's to start with. And thinking of butt holes, number 21 was again feeling the extreme constriction of the new chastity device he was wearing. This one was entirely made of confining rings traveling down the length of his penis. It was now even hurting quite more than he had anticipated. This had been the punishment for a minor infraction. It seems that he had gotten carried away when visually inspecting a buddy's butt plug the other day and actually touched it. Even if the neural monitors installed in all the boys hadn't caught that breech, number 21 himself knew he had disobeyed an important rule. As per rule 21, part a, he abased himself before one of the class's disciplinarians the very next morning, and confessed his infraction. He was more upset with his momentary lapse than the punishment itself. And unknown to the boy himself, the counselor staff already knew of number 21's own feelings by way of his own neural monitors. On advisement from one such counselor, the disciplinarian had been quite lenient. The cage-type chastity device was to be worn by the boy for one week. Of course, unknown to the boy, a certain drug had been introduced into his food for the first two days of this week. His sleep had been quite restless.

Number 16, quite proud of his new training plug, was a little taken back at this remark. "Little? The instructor says that it expands."

Number 2 was quite proud of the size plug his butt hole could now accommodate. "When we get into the showers tonight maybe I can show you mine. It's twice that big I bet." He was referring to the fact that no student was allowed to remove or insert their own plugs. This was the domain of the instructors and their assistants. Or in some unusual instances, by upper class students. "If Master Gent or one of the dorm monitors allows, I'll show you just how big it is!"

Number 16 was not to be dismayed nor loose any of his enthusiasm. Nor was he overly proud in matters not relating to submission. "Well, I'm just a little kid yet with a little butt hole." He smiled.

(Number 21 refrained from laughing since he was thinking the same thing).

Looking at his good friend number 16 continued: "The head instructor said that you could show me how it works."

At this all the three other boys were enthusiastically helpful. For the next couple weeks their training plugs were to be a very great facet of their newly expanding experiences.

Number 21 grabbed the butt plug from the table and started pointing out its external features.

"Our first plugs were pretty simple – just for monitoring and discipline. And of course getting us used to wearing the things to begin with. But these do all kinds of extra neat things. You already know about the valve at the base and the expanding bladder inside – well, that expands these three bumps right here."

Number 21 pointed to three equidistant spots around the bottom of the plug about an inch above the widened base.

"You can sure feel them. And I think there being three bumps instead of the full ring does more stuff to your rectum with all your movement. And see these three metal ribs that extend through the outer covering? Well they can be programmed to keep your sphincter muscles contracting and relaxing at various intervals depending on your muscle development. They want each of us to get well capable of utilizing our sphincter muscles to pleasure our master's penises."

Number 23, relatively quiet 'til now spoke up in a low but clear voice. "And they can also sure as hell be used for discipline. Not only can they charge up your rectum, they can also expand and contract rapidly. Wow, can THAT sure get your attention."

He was speaking from experience. "Two days ago during afternoon obedience training sessions, I missed a cue from the assistant instructor. I didn't miss the next one I assure you."

Number 23 was actually speaking of what was more accurately termed the 'Awareness of Your Master's Environment' training sessions held for all students three times week. The main thrust of these sessions was to make all the prospective slaves gain better control of their conscious awareness of a 'master's' wants and/or needs. They are put into various situations where they are awaiting on their 'master's pleasure.' They must continually discipline themselves to be ever aware of any cues that a 'master' – some instructor assuming that role for now – might exhibit so that the 'slave' may be ever ready to respond or even anticipate their current needs. It was not just hoped, but even expected, that by month seven, each of the prospective slaves would find that such 'awareness' would have become automatic.

Number 21 continued: "Also see these contacts here? They hook up with the training machines in class. And can make the plug do all kinds of neat things. And you then can train your butt to do what a master might expect. I am just now at the first stages of trying to exert the proper pressure on the plug depending on the circumstance. It's a lot of fun even if a lot of effort."

Number 2 then added: "And see this contact here on the side?" All the other boys looked closer to see the slight protuberance.

"Well you will eventually find that that little bugger is used to REALLY stimulate your prostate. And wow does it work! Let me tell you. There are a number of things it's used for, but mostly just training you to keep your concentration on your task at hand in spite of being SOOOO aroused. Also later I'm told it's to help train you in penis control. But that comes in a later month."

All three boys finished their meal, wandered back to their dorm momentarily for early afternoon ablutions and rectal cleansing, and then prepared for the team sport that afternoon. For this class it was soccer. (Try to play soccer nearly naked with a plug up your butt)! Since the boys were so new to keeping their butt plugs INSIDE them, they were helped out by a slim belt and cord arrangement which helped keep pressure upwards on the plugs as they ran around the field.

As number 16 and 21 arrived at the proper location, and before it was time to assume position six – an 'at ease' which allowed the boys some degree of relaxed posture but still made them show a proper measure of respect and submission.

Number 16, excited about the night's special function asked his friend: "Looking forward to watching all that neat bondage stuff demonstrated tonight?"

"Sure. Exciting isn't it?" But then looking down at his somewhat cruelly encased penis added: "Of course maybe I should not be TOO anxious to see all that stuff."

Number 16 looked at his friend's chastity device and asked: "Does it really hurt a lot?"

"Only when I laugh."

That was a private joke meaning in fact: "Only when I get sexually aroused."

Unfortunately at just that moment number 16 lost concentration and 'awareness of his environment,' and failed to note the staff member – a slave who had even played in the last Olympics – had come onto the field. Number 16 had just begun to ask number 21 another question when he stiffened a bit and placed his arms behind him grasping each elbow with the other hand. Number 16 then knew he had been remiss in the proper attention required of a prospective slave. As per Rule 21, part b, he properly abased himself on the ground awaiting the coach's pleasure.

The coach decided to give his instructions first and to disperse the class to their required positions on the field, before attending to number 16's misdemeanor.

As he later approached the boy, the instructor quickly consulted both the boy's record on his wrist com, and then checked the boy's inherent reaction by reading some of the output of the boy's more esoteric neural monitors. He could tell that the boy would be so mentally punishing himself that he decided on a less seriously toned punishment. He himself was supposed to be the 'guinea pig' for one of the evening's more strenuous and difficult bondage demonstrations. Considering the boy's natural limberness, his obvious disposition for being sexually stimulated by restrictive bondage as per his tests and neural responses so far, the coach, after briefly consulting his master for permission, made his decision.

"Assume position one boy."

Number 16, almost crying, not from being 'caught' but from the emotional struggle within himself being so disgusted with himself for such a lapse of self discipline, quickly put himself at strict and rigid attention. He looked forward making sure his arms and legs, together with his entire body were positioned correctly. He remained silent.

"As you know boy, all infractions of rules by student slaves are serious, by the very nature of your situation – the need to be in constant awareness of your slave's role. Do you agree number 16?"

As per Rule 3, part d, being disciplined by an instructor, counselor, or coach who is a slave themselves, he responded: "Yes, sir."

"Good. Look at me boy!"

As per Rule 3, part g, number 16 looked up at his coach while still trying to project a submissive posture. (He thought this was more a matter of inner aspect than outer. The counselor who was now at a remote monitor looking at the boy's neural monitors would have agreed. He was also impressed with the boy's will to submit properly). And later, he silently agreed with the coach's decision.

Over the com-link the coach heard: "Make the punishment part 'fun' for the boy. The boy should be very aroused by physical restraints. Even severe ones."

The coach smiled: "For your punishment, right after soccer practice, you will report directly to Instructor Moran. Your monitors will direct you."

The boy did not have to know what was going to happen at this moment. But the coach did and snickered to himself. Master Moran was notorious for indoctrinating boys into his specialty when they showed such a predisposition for bondage as this boy did.