A Man

A man walks through the door. He is wearing a black long sleeve shirt, and big steel toe boots, but his crotch is as naked as you are. His powerful hairy legs lead up to a perfectly waxed monster of a flaccid dick, with a large set of balls underneath. He smirks as you look him over. He's well over 6 feet tall, with wide shoulders, bulging arms, and thick thighs. His body is magnificent, the spitting image of manliness, but you don't get long to silently ogle him.

"I will begin your first lesson by telling you this," he crosses his arms and shifts his weight to one leg, making his dick dangle awkwardly in front of you. "Today marks the beginning of your training, ****. You will learn your place, and you will learn to love it. There is only one way that you will leave this compound, and that is by completing your training. You will progress through three tiers of training, and you will pass a final exam."

He stops for a moment, looking you over. "I see that look in your eye. Do not worry, my strong-willed little neophyte. You are given a choice after passing the final exam. If your will is still intact by the time we finish that exam, you may leave of your own accord. It is in my contract that the **** is to agree of their own volition to be sold, and my clients have always honored their decisions." He chuckles and continues on.

"**** is your given name for the duration of your training, any other slaves that you encounter will also be referred to as '****'." He recites the words as though he has done this hundreds of times. "If any of my staff enters this room, and they will, you will refer to them as 'Master'. It is in your best interest to utilize the naming protocol, since failing to do so will result in punishment, each and every time you fail." He emphasizes the last few words by wagging the belt that he holds in his left hand.

"You have been chosen by our clients, and they will watch your training as it progresses, (that's part of the cost, you see)." He points nonchalantly around the room, at what are apparently hidden cameras. "It is your choice if you concern yourself with the cameras, though I've heard that thinking about them only makes it worse."

"Now, I'm certain that you are starving. You have not been fed in over 12 hours."

Your stomach gurgles as if responding on cue. The man takes a few steps to his left and puts his hand on the male mannequin.

"These two, are your new best friends. This is how you will eat." He smiles and grabs the erect prick of the male sex toy, "These are fully functioning training toys. If you want to eat, you must suck or lick your way to your next meal. Each model has sensors in the correct spots, and trust me, there are many "correct" spots. But suffice it to say that you must "work" on either of these toys for a minimum of 5 minutes in order to earn your meal."

"What do you get to eat? It's random, but it aids in your training. Every few hours the pipes beneath these toys switch, one will give you potato soup (you can really live off of that stuff, and we make damn good soup here), and the other will give you cum. If you need water, you can simply shut off the pipes using this switch here and you can suck water from either toy, (it also helps rinse the pipes). If you want soup and you get cum, you will have to service the other one for your meal. If you got soup and you want cum, (and trust me you will by the time I'm done with you), you will have to service the other trainer. Either way, it is best to brush up on both sets of anatomy, as you will need to pass tests on both." He grabs his enormous package while fingering the female toy.

"Now ****, come eat." He commands, "It will always be your choice which one you service first, but I can guarantee you that this is the only way you will eat. If you refuse to eat, we will ****-feed you, but the result will be the same."