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A Father's Duty....
Chapter 4, Retraining and Bargain Making
The new training facility was a lot like the old one, but here there was even less care for how the slaves were treated and slaves were assigned courses specific to their owner's needs.
My new owner had been given a questionnaire which the trainers were using to customize the training I was to receive. Some of the training was general, like protocol, etiquette, and techniques for serving younger men that might still be in school or college. But other courses were very specific, like how to light a cigar, proper dressing techniques for younger owners, basic bartending, how to take notes for my new owner in college lectures, and personal protection/bodyguard duties.
There was also a training course for providing sexual services. It was easy to see which slaves were in this course, they were often shaved smooth, had several piercings, and some had a cage put on their genitals. It wasn't uncommon for a guard or trainer to take one of these slaves out of line, or their cell only to be returned about 30 minutes later with obvious signs of use. Signs like dried cum on their faces, swollen lips, and leaking holes with or without hand prints on their asses.
I was doing my best to learn from the courses I was assigned to. The training was pretty easy but if I failed in a task I was given, the punishments were brutal. They ranged from spanking to humiliation to extra training. Our days were twelve hours of non-stop training and if extra training was assigned a day could last 24 hours.
During the day, we were fed twice a day and it was some kind of protein mix that tasted terrible. Guards and trainers were encouraged to piss in a slave's mouth and there was a training course there for total waste consumption. Luckily I wasn't assigned to this course.
Of all the training courses, the one I excelled at was the personal protection course. That came naturally to me. I finished that course in the matter of a few days. The other courses were not so easy, even though you would think it would.
Never being a smoker, the cigar training was hard. I was taught how to properly care for, light, and smoke a cigar. The first one I lighted incorrectly was put out on my open palm, then relit and taped into my mouth. I was then bent over a bench and paddled until the cigar was finished. I was sick from all the smoke and my ass hurt like hell, but I was immediately made to light another. It took me almost a week before I got it right to the trainer's satisfaction. Then the ashtray training started.
The lecture note taking course should have been easier but it wasn't. I was made to take notes from a prerecorded lecture while things were going on around me and to me. After one of the more brutal cigar training days, I was forced to take notes with a cigar taped into my mouth. During one training session I was forced to take notes while being whipped. When my note taking was found to be subpar, I was made to stay awake for 48 hours taking notes from a continuous stream of lectures. I wasn't allowed food and when I needed a drink I was told to kneel and drink the piss from the trainer while still taking notes. When that session ended, I was beaten one stroke for each mistake. I was beaten for over an hour and couldn't move after it.
By the time I got to the courses on clothing and bar tending, I was so tired and worn out that most of the time I felt lost. My trainers called me an idiot and used to throw that old insult around about marines being all muscle and no brains.
To top it all off, I somehow managed to piss off one of the trainers and he made it his mission to mess with me anytime he could. I was often made to kneel and drink his piss or hold my mouth open for his spit. He would have guard wake me up during the little time we were given to sleep to drink their piss. Before the end of my first week, he had me sucking his cock daily as well. While this wasn't supposed to be happening, no one was going to stop it
Two weeks into my training the man that bought me came to visit. I was taken into private room that was furnished with big leather chairs, dark wood paneling, and some pieces of furniture that I had never seen before. Sir was dressed in a nice suit and sitting in one of the big leather chairs. The slave I had seen with him was standing next to the door and I was led in and told to kneel in front of him then the guards left.
"I hear you arent doing as well in the training as I had hoped." He said without even looking at me.
I knew better than to answer Sir.
"My son, who will be your owner, deserves a better slave than a fuck up like you." Sir went on. "What am I going to do with you slave?"
"I am sorry Sir" I said.
SLAP... he backhanded me to the floor.
"You arent a person slave. You do not use the word `I'..."
My head was spinning and I wanted to hit him back but I knew better.
"slave is sorry Sir."
"yes slave is, a sorry piece of meat. But maybe slave's son will be better." Sir said with a smirk.
I was on my feet before I knew what I was doing and on my back even faster as Sir's slave took me to the ground.
Sir was standing over me and spit in my face. "worthless..."
I was crying. I couldn't believe I was so stupid. "Please Sir, not my son." I begged.
"I will buy your son and fuck him in front of you like the whore he will be." Sir said as he sat back down.
The tears were flowing from my eyes and I was shaking but Sir's slave had me pinned to the floor and all I could do was watch as Sir picked up his phone.
"Please Sir, slave will do anything." I said through the tears.
Sir snapped and his slave let me go.
"slave can start by showing me what its learned about cigar service." Sir said with an evil grin.
Fetching a cigar out of the humidor, clipping it and lighting it I presented it to Sir just as I had been taught. Sir took it from me then put a hand on the back of my head and pushed my face into his groin.
Now I havent given too many blowjobs in my life but I knew what Sir wanted and I had to make sure Sir got it. I let Sir move my head around grinding my face into his groin. Sir pulled my head back from his groin and tilted my face up. I opened my mouth instinctually and Sir spit into my open mouth.
Then he reached down and undid his fly taking his cock out of his pants and letting it flop in front of my eyes. While still holding the back of my head, he reached down with his other hand and took his cock and slapped my face with it while giving me this smug smirk like a man that knew he was better than everyone else in the room, and he was.
Sir aimed his cock at my face and then pushed on the back of my head to bring my lips to his cock. I opened my mouth and Sir pushed his cock into my mouth then brought his hips up to force his cock into my throat. Before I could even adjust, Sir was fucking my throat while all I could do was hold my mouth open and try to cover my teeth. I couldn't do anything but try to make sure Sir was enjoying himself.
Several times, Sir pulled my head down while thrusting his hips up causing his cock to go deep down my throat and causing me to gag. I knew I was going to puke if he kept this up but I also knew my son's freedom rested on my ability to show Sir I was worth his money.
Luckily, after about 30 minutes of throat fucking, Sir gave my mouth a break and told me to kneel and assume ashtray position. This meant that I was to kneel next to Sir's chair with my hands in front of me, palms facing up. Several times in the cigar course, I was made to kneel like this for hours while one of the trainers or guards used me as their ashtray. Sir was okay with my position but quickly corrected it.
"Hands behind your back slave." He said and I immediately followed his instructions, even though I knew what it meant. "Open your mouth slave."
Sir snapped his fingers and his slave came up behind me and held my head still as Sir flicked the hot ashes from his cigar straight into my mouth. I could feel the burn and hear the sizzle. The sting made my eyes water and it took all I had not to make a sound. Sir pointed at his groin and I was starting to move when I saw his slave get on his knees in front of Sir and swallow his cock to the balls without even so much as a mumble.
Sir was just as aggressive with his slave as he had been with me but his slave didn't seem to have any trouble with Sir's cock. He must have been used to the rough throat fucking. But Sir's attention wasn't on his slave but on me and his cigar.
Sir was taking almost sadistic pleasure in watching me struggle to take his ash without moving or flinching. I did my best but every time the hot ash hit my tongue it would burn. The cigar took about 2 hours for Sir to smoke and he spent the entire time throat fucking his slave. When Sir finally came his slave took Sir's load into his mouth then came over and spit it into my mouth. With Sir's cum coating my tongue, he took the butt of his cigar and put it out on my tongue. With all the burns from the ash, it didn't hurt as bad as it sounded as he ground it out.
After Sir was done he motioned with his hand and his slave went and opened the door letting the guards into the room followed by one of the trainers. I was returned to my cell where I drank all the water I was allowed trying to get the ash taste out of my mouth.
The next morning I was assigned to the sexual pleasure course...