Slave Training Program

FYI, the letters from Fagboy, wherever he and his Master may have been located, were postmarked Orlando, which leads me to believe they were somewhere down south (possibly Orlando) and may explain why he could wear such light clothing throughout the year.—BW 

 

FAGBOY TRAINING PROGRAM

 

I am Fagboy. I have a civilian name that I was born with, but it’s not the name I go by now. I am into bondage. I'm a bisexual who had two choices I could have made: either I could continue my heterosexual relationship with my girlfriend, or I could become the willing, helpless sex slave in bondage to my Master. It would be a difficult choice, but for me it was an easy decision. How could anyone in their right mind pass up the opportunity to become the bondage slave to another man?

 

I am totally new to bondage, and Master is the first person to whom I have ever been a sex slave. Master has all the experience and knowledge on bondage, and I since I’ve committed to be his slave, I’ve just started to ride the learning curve. Technically, I’m not a bondage slave just yet; first, I have to be properly trained.

 

I naively thought you just became a slave by stripping naked and putting on the collar; but I have discovered that to be a certified slave you need to go through an intense official training. Many slaves are taught in training camps, Master told me, and showed me an ad in a magazine for one. I would have really loved to have gone, but I never could have afforded the cost or the time; however, I would have enjoyed meeting fellow guys like me who dream of becoming bondage sex slaves. Instead, I will have to do it through the home education method, which will be longer and harder.

 

I moved in with my Master to go through a Slave Training Program. Master required that I sign a long-term Enslavement Agreement contract that can only be terminated by him. I am now his slave for the rest of my life. Master requires total control of me as part of my enslavement and training, not just during bondage, but twenty-four/seven. Not that I mind. Actually, I get off on it. It makes me feel truly like I am a slave. My training requires me to acquire points to achieve certain levels in my training:

 

Training Level	Points Needed	Uniform
First	0	White
Second	2,000	Gray
Third	6,000	Black
Trained Slave	12,000	Slave
		Points Earned
Anal Torture		8
Blowjob		20
Butt-fucked by individual		14
Butt-fucked by group		20
Cock & Ball Torture		12
Confinement (in a cage)		12
Humiliation—Private		8
Humiliation—Public		16
Slapping/Spanking		8
Tied-up (with rope, leather or chains)		8
Whipping		14

 

Master told me the whole system was developed by a national organization that specializes in the training of male bondage slaves. I think he downloaded it all from a website. I had hard time believing such a thing existed at first, but it all makes sense if bondage between two people should be done safely and enjoyably.

 

Because of our prior bondage experience together before this, Master generously allowed me 250 points for our previous experience. I would like to break down my training into the following categories: Philosophy, Daily Training, and Reasons for Becoming a Bondage Slave.

 

Philosophy

According to my training, there are five core beliefs that a slave should follow everyday in his life: sacrifice, loyalty, athletics, values, and emasculation.

 

For sacrifice and loyalty, I have willingly given Master total control of my body. He alone decides my hair color and hair style, how to keep my body in shape, and exactly what it should be doing. He totally controls how I will be dressed:

 

Slave Uniform	First Level--White Uniform	White Jock Strap
		White Half T-Shirt “Trainee”
		White Dog Collar
		White socks, White High-top shoes
	Second Level--Gray Uniform	Gray/Silver Jock Strap
		Gray Half T-Shirt “Trainee”
		Gray/Silver Dog Collar
		Gray socks Gray/Silver High-top shoes
	Third Level--Black Uniform	Black Jock Strap
		Black Half T-shirt "Trainee"
		Black Dog Collar
		Black socks, Black High-top shoes
	Final Level--Trained	Black PVC Vinyl Jock Strap
		Slave Collar
		No shoes or socks
Civilian Uniform	Spring, Summer, or Fall	(1) Running shorts, size medium; or
		(2) Nylon satin soccer shorts, size medium or large (depending upon the fit), inseam no longer than 1.5 inches
		(1) Tank top; or
		(2) T-shirt or Sleeveless T-shirt Socks No underwear or jock strap
	Winter	Same as above except:
		1) Jeans or basketball pants for cold weather;
		(2) Sweatpants are forbidden.
		Coat or jacket permitted for cold weather only.
Running/Exercise Uniform	Morning	White onionskin shorts with no liner; no underwear or jock strap.
		Socks and running shoes.
	Campus--lunch time	Blue onionskin shorts with no liner, no underwear or jock strap.
		Socks and running shoes.

 

I am not allowed to wear dark blue, black, and beige/khaki. All my civilian clothes are vibrant colors of blue, green, pink, purple, yellow and white. I am between size medium and large now, so I wear the smallest size possible unless they are too tight to wear. The soccer shorts I wear, which mostly have been purchased in thrift stores around here, have all been altered to have an inseam like my running shorts of two inches or shorter, so that my dick really shows.

 

It’s not all soccer shorts and running shorts; Master found a pair of old Everlast boxing shorts (also altered to have a very short inseam) that I also wear on campus. I never wear jeans or long pants, always my close fitting very-short shorts. At first, I was extremely uncomfortable on campus with this new dress code, but I have become more at ease as everyone at college accepts me the way I am dressed now.

 

As a further sign of Sacrifice, I have made no new friends at college since I’ve moved here to be trained. The only friends I have are Master and his friends. A slave needs no friends other than his master.

 

Every day I try to improve on how quick I follow my orders to show my loyalty. Master also forbids me to watch television or surf the internet, and I make these sacrifices without complaints.

 

As for Values, I am naturally enthusiastic about my training and bondage, but I try to live the eight guiding principles every minute of every day.

 

Weekly, I have an oral exam in which I am required to recite from memory the core values and principles of a bondage slave. If I make one mistake, I fail and receive penalty points; if I do everything correctly, I am rewarded with corporal punishment and bondage.

 

Every month I receive a report card on my training progress. My grades are good and show progress, except for one criteria: “Cums only with permission.” One of Master’s friends calls me “Johnny-Cums-Early,” but I think Master describes it best when he says I “cum first, ask permission later.” I really try my best to hold until I’m given permission, but I just can’t hold it when it’s time to get off.

 

As for Athletics & Health, I follow a diet that Master has set. I eat salads for lunch everyday, and I haven’t had anything sugar in months. I really miss sweets, but a slave is required to make sacrifices if he is to truly serve his master to the best of his abilities. The greater the sacrifice, the better I am able to serve my master.

 

I have been running daily in addition to weightlifting, which I already was doing as part of my normal workout routine. I never liked running; but since my master has commanded it, I do it and have begun to enjoy it. Master has organized a structured schedule for my daily itinerary:

 

Daily Training

Every morning at 6 AM I wake up. I sleep totally naked face down. My legs are kept apart by a spreader bar attached to ankle restraints. My wrists are locked into handcuffs with attaching chains. The chains of the handcuffs are attached to the back of my bed backboard. The keys to the handcuffs and the ankle restraint locks are attached to a chain hanging from my dog collar, so every morning I can free myself.

 

I only have permission to unlock myself in the morning or during the night in case I have to use the bathroom (but I have to lock myself up again if I do).

 

The first thing I do when I get out of bed is put on my shoes. The next thing I do is tie up my cock and balls real tight with a six-foot long shoestring (as Master says, “If it is tight enough to bring tears to your eyes, then it’s not tight enough”). Then I put on my running shorts—thin white onionskin shorts without an inner liner. These shorts are almost transparent without the liner, so I am so glad I do not do my afternoon run on campus in these.

 

I do my stretches, and before I leave on my light morning run I start the coffee machine. When I get back, I start my exercises (push ups, sit-ups, jumping jacks, squats, etc.).

 

If the Master is up, which he usually is three out of five weekday mornings, he will tie very tightly a rope around my dick and balls. Holding onto the other end of the rope, Master will pull and yank the rope as I exercise and he eats breakfast. Those mornings when he has my dick and balls by the rope are the exercise times I enjoy the most.

 

Once I have completed my morning exercises to Master's satisfaction, I am allowed to eat my granola bar from my dog bowl in the kitchen. After breakfast, I am then excused by the Master to untie myself and take a shower. As I take the shower, Master unlocks the walk-in closet in my room and retrieves what clothes I will wear that day. I have only two choices: to wear what he chooses for me to wear, or nothing at all.

 

Sometimes I fantasize about it being just nothing at all.

 

Once dressed, I go to the college campus to attend classes. Between classes and lunch, I fill the gaps of my schedule with doing homework. At lunch time, I go to the campus gym. I change in the locker room from the clothes I am wearing into nothing but blue onionskin shorts without a liner (same shorts as in the morning, but different color). I know a lot of guys in the locker room think I am weird because I change out of running shorts into these skimpy running shorts to go running. I act like I ignore them, but I do enjoy the embarrassment I feel when they look down on me.

 

The morning run is between one and two miles; the lunch time run is between three and four miles, usually involving several laps on a prescribed course around the campus.

 

After I am done with classes, I come back home immediately to finish the homework I started on campus and to clean the house. I vacuum the carpet, mop the floors, clean the bathrooms, and prepare dinner (I have had to learn to cook). If I haven't finished my homework on campus at the library between classes, then I finish after dinner before 8:00 P.M. In the evenings, I have “internal servitude”—where I submit to bondage training in torture and humiliation personally administered by Master.

 

In order to have my slave training on the fast track, Master has delegated some of my training to some of his friends (whom we refer to as “Sub-masters”). These bondage sessions with the Sub-masters are called “external servitude.” I call the Sub-masters “Sir” instead of “Master,” but in all other respects I obey their orders no differently from his, except his orders have the highest priority. I was surprised to discover that each sub-master has his own style, what exactly is to be done, and how it is to be done.

 

I must submit to them sexually as well, which I have no qualms about doing as long as they use a condom. Master told me that this exposure to a wide variety of masters’ bondage styles will greatly benefit my education. The only problem with the external training is that many of the sub-masters are out of town, requiring either of us to drive (up to three hours at most) to meet.

 

I currently have three weight-lifting sessions every week. At first, it was with Master and some of his straight friends, but later he made arrangements with one of his bondage friends in town. Now I work out with him and his slave. Each session is a forced work-out with both of us slaves in direct competition. Our ankles and wrists are cuffed with long chains in between the cuffs to allow mobility. We both wear 0-ring gags, and our dicks and balls are bound and leashed. When we are not lifting weights, we must perform exercises like sit-ups and crunches non-stop until it is our turn again on the bench.

 

When the session is over, we kneel on all fours like a dog. The work-out Sub-master then picks the winner. The winner is taken over to a table, bent over face down, hands tied behind him, legs spread wide, and is then fucked hard up the ass. The loser has to watch with his hands tied behind him, and then he must suck the dick of the winner. Either way, I enjoy the outcome; his slave is a good-looking natural blonde and has a huge dick, so I enjoy more often losing than winning. I do this on the average three times a week and it never gets boring!

 

 

Why Become a Bondage Slave?

In order to answer this question, I compiled this list of advantages and disadvantages:

Disadvantages	Advantages
Lack of heterosexual sex Not enough sleep/frequently tired Frequently hungry No social life Very little personal free time Cleaning the house Unable to speak freely Cannot pick out my own clothes	Bondage

 

Although it may not be apparent from looking at this list, the advantages do far outweigh the disadvantages.

 

But, you wonder: why become a bondage slave? Well, let me start my answer by going back to when I was fifteen, when I could have easily earned the title of “World’s Horniest Geek Teenager.” Sex occupied my mind every minute I was awake, and quite often every minute I was asleep. Quite often back in high school I would wake up in the morning finding I had cummed in my sleep from a sex dream.

 

However, sex—or at least what I had with my right hand—did not stop making me horny in high school. I found bondage—even though it was non-sexual bondage from some gay-bashing homophobic bullies—supplied me the release I needed in addition to right-hand sex. This didn’t change in college for me where I was now having sex with both genders—I still needed the bondage.

 

Through bondage I get a peace of mind and enjoyment that cannot be achieved by any other drug-free means; in reality, I admit, I am a bondage addict. As addictions go, I still have to worry about overdosing, but at least it is not a financially draining habit.

 

I enjoy both straight and gay sex equally—it was the bondage that was the deciding factor. If it was the other way around when I had to decide (that is, if it was straight bondage sex or gay sex), I would have chosen my girlfriend if she could have dominated me like my master does now. If my master were sadistic and violent, I confess that I would probably still be his slave because I am so addicted to bondage; luckily for me, I have the best master any slave in the world could ever hope to have.

 

Now, since I am a slave trainee living bondage virtually 24/7, I'm not as horny as I used to be, and I find both my concentration and my grades have improved greatly. It’s more than just being tied up that gets me off, it’s even the casual times as well. Sometimes, for instance, when he watches television and I am required to kneel beside him on my knees next to his chair (but looking down as I am not allowed to watch television), Master will playfully grab and rub my ass. Sometimes he plays with my nipples, twisting them and pinching them. Then he will move his hands down to my jockstrap and then playfully fondle my dick and balls. And if he sees the expression of enjoyment on my face, he will grab my dick and balls and squeeze them painfully in order to provoke a response from me.

 

I sit there in position without flinching as he does this. My hands remain at my side the whole time. It’s an incredible rush you get being totally helpless and having a complete loss of free will.

 

I feel that same rush when he ties up my dick and balls. The penis is the symbol of one’s manhood, and to stand by quietly and powerlessly while someone tortures your dick and balls—to me at least—is symbolically the greatest emasculation of your manhood.

 

I could not be any happier with my life than I am now as slave trained, unless I was finally a well-trained bondage slave!

 

 

ADDENDUM

Before I departed to go back home for December Break, Master and I exchanged gifts for Christmas. I got him two gifts: a non-bondage gift of some gift certificates to a music store, and a bondage-related gift of a leather slapper with which he can discipline me. Master also gave me two gifts. The first was a medium-sized butt plug, which I now have to use when I do my early morning run and exercises. The other was something that stunned me. It was a new gray bondage training uniform. But I was already at the gray level! I was expecting some time in January 2000 to advance to the third level of my training and to be given the black bondage training uniform.

 

Also in the box was piece of paper with a new bondage slave training point chart. The points that could be earned were drastically slashed:

Function	Task	Original Points	Revised Points
Internal Servitude	Anal Torture	8	5
	Blowjob	20	7
	Butt-fucked by individual	14	5
	Butt-fucked by group	20	-15
	Cock & Ball Torture	12	4
	Cock & Ball Torture--Severe	N/A	8
	Confinement (Cage)	12	5
	Cross-dressing	N/A	4
	Electro-torture	N/A	10
	Hot Wax Torture	N/A	12
	Humiliation—Private	8	3
	Humiliation—Public	16	12
	Slapping/Spanking	8	4
	Spanking—Severe	N/A	7
	Tied-up (rope, leather, chains)	8	5
	Whipping	14	5
	Whipping—Severe	N/A	10
External Servitude (including those listed above)	Excellent Sub-master Review	N/A	5
	Satisfactory Sub-master Review	N/A	0
	Unsatisfactory Sub-master review	N/A	-20
	Overnight Session	N/A	4
	Full Day Session (24 hours)	N/A	10
	Weekend Session	N/A	16
	No restrictions or limitations	N/A	18
Training	Disobedience	N/A	-10
	Failure to achieve orders	N/A	-4
	Failure to comply with rules	N/A	-6

 

Futhermore, there were a great deal more penalties than there were on the original list.

 

Master also had another piece of paper informing me that my training had been revised, and all the points I had earned during my second level training were now erased. I was starting the second level all over again!

 

This letter also stated that I had to complete the second and third level before the next calendar year end. Furthermore, all my Sub-Masters will rank my performance during my external servitude from now on and that will determine the points I receive.

 

If I do not complete the third level by the end of next calendar year or receive three unsatisfactory performance reviews in a row from the Sub-Masters, my enslavement agreement is terminated, and Master will sell me to underground slavers.

 

Besides the initial shock reaction to all of this, I was immediately pissed. I quickly assumed the proper position to request the right to speak, but Master did not grant it since he already could tell from my reactions what I wanted to talk about. He told me that I had come to take my bondage training for granted, and that he did this revision for my benefit in order to make it more challenging for me.

 

Of course, I was ticked off at first thinking Master was being unfair. But then he has the right to be unfair since he is the master. It’s not like I really have a choice: my Enslavement Agreement does not allow me to terminate my enslavement. According to the agreement, Master does in fact have the right to transfer or sell me at any time.

 

As I thought it over during the break, I realized he was right, and that maybe I had become a little lax and started to take my training for granted. This set-back would make me work harder and take my training more seriously.