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Once the guests arrived, the Master introduced the boy to everyone, inviting them to use him discreetly in the bathroom in any way they desired.

Spending time in the Master’s bathroom is part of every submissive’s training. It serves as a reminder that his place is close to filth.

There is no part of the Master, no fluid, that is unworthy of the slave. Nothing is dirty. Nothing is waste. Everything from the Master is a gift to be received, swallowed, cherished.

The boy quickly learns that clothes have no use for him in the house. The Master must have immediate access to his body at all times.

The boy has no name but the one his Master gives him, sometimes just a number. Identity is not his. His name is whatever serves best.

It was hard for the young sub to see his blond hair clipped short. In a way, he managed to accept being shaved for the Master. And precisely because he could accept that, the Master insisted on going further and shaved his head completely.

After the Master’s visit, the sub started cleaning. The Master is at home everywhere, so taking care of his own apartment felt like serving him.

When he first met the Master, he heard: “I’ll make you a stud.” He didn’t get it he wasn’t in chastity and had to jerk off often. But a year later, he could fuck for hours without cumming. His body was lean, trained. He’d become exactly what the Master promised.

The Master enjoys walking his subs outdoors even in winter, through snow and cold. He believes it strengthens their immune system, and their obedience.

The Master tied him to a small tree near the forest’s edge. After making him cum, he walked away in silence. Three hours later, after enjoying a good film, he returned to retrieve his sub still waiting, spent and silent.

The two subs were exhausted. After 20 hours of nonstop service, sex, chores, painful training, their limits had been pushed. Tears had flowed more than once. But in the exhaustion and struggle, something bound them together: a sense of brotherhood.

The Master stumbled upon an old Facebook post of his sub with an ex who, it turned out, shared his taste for BDSM. She was easy to convince. He told the boy to wait, naked and blindfolded. As he walked with her to the sub’s place, he was already hard with anticipation.

The Master proudly presents the new collar to his young sub. “Definitely an upgrade,” he says with a smile. The sub stays silent.

Left alone in the basement hallway at 3 a.m., the boy panics when three male figures appear at the far end. He doesn’t yet know they’re friends of the Master and they’ve come for him.

The boy is proud to serve for the first time. He knows there’s no room for mistakes.

The boy was ready. He knew the moment would come to pay for his mistakes. When he heard the riding crop snap against the Master’s palm, he whispered, “Master, I beg you to teach me.” The Master hardened instantly.

The young sub kept getting hard, a reaction the Master viewed as disrespectful. With a small candle, he let a few drops of warm wax fall on the boy’s cock. It only grew stiffer. The Master raised an eyebrow, amused. Interesting… looks like we found a lead.

The Master took the young sub to a forest path known for its cruising scene. The men there didn’t hesitate tearing at his clothes, using him roughly. After an hour, rain broke up the gathering. Some of the boy’s clothes were never found.

The Master sent one of his subs to walk his dog through cruising spots, with instructions to collect a few used condoms along the way. Back home, their contents were poured into a glass then into the mouth of a younger sub, who squirmed, overwhelmed with disgust.

The Master had ordered the boy to eat like a dog even outside of training sessions. At first awkward, he obeyed carefully until it became habit.