How I Became a Fag Slave...
... and Learned to Love It.

by usemeinva

Chapter 2

The next morning, when the fog from whatever had been in that cloth started to fade, I realized that I was still in the cage in a dark room. My cage was stacked on top of another cage. I could look down and see him. As the fog continued to clear, I realized that I had to piss really badly. He looked up at me and said, “Well, you are finally awake. Welcome to the Training Center. It is where our training happens. I've been here about a week." I looked around, trying to get my bearings as well as be sure there was no one else around. He asked me what my story was, how I ended up here, so I told him the story about what happened the night before. He chuckled and said his story was almost identical. My need to piss was growing even stronger. I looked at the door to my cage and saw that it was locked. I looked around for anyone who could let me out to piss. There wasn't a soul around that I could see. So I asked the other slave what I should do. He said, "Here piss down into my mouth. I'm sure that's what we'd be ordered to do anyway. Don't worry about it. I'm sure I will be pissing in yours or someone else will before the day is done."

I said, "Wait! What? Are we going to have to drink piss? That's gross!"

“Yeah, that and worse before we are done."

"Like what? OMG!"

"Eating ass, swallowing shit. You name it!" I just wanted to die then and there, but my need to pee was so bad I aimed at his mouth the best I could and let it flow. I did my best to restrain the flow, but it still came out faster than he could swallow.

Once I was done. I said, "I'm so sorry, Dude!"

He replied, "No worries. You'll get used to it." After that, I grew silent, thinking about my dismal future. It wasn't terribly long before one of the men from last night came in and unlocked our cages. He told us to get out and led us to a room where there was a breakfast waiting for us. He explained that we would be trained to make meals for our future Masters soon. However, today it was prepared for us. We sat down to plates of eggs, bacon, and toast. As he pinched a bit of fat over my abs.

"Don't worry about the calories, slaves. You'll be burning those off and more today. We need to get rid of this before you are sellable."

Once we were finished with our breakfast, we were led outside to the van. This time, we entered without having to get in a cage, but we were locked in a collar that was attached to the floor of the van by a very short chain. We were unable to see where we were being taken, and given the contents of last night's cloth, I had no idea where I was anyway. The van eventually stopped, and the door was opened. We were removed from the van, and I saw that we were at a high school track. There was a gym class playing flag football in the center of the field. The man explained that we were going to spend the next several hours running laps around the track and that we were not to stop or slow down unless ordered. If we do that, we will be whipped until we resume. He showed us the whip and whipped my back once to show me how it would hurt. We took off running at a steady pace. We drew the stares of the gym class as we ran naked around the track. Soon, however, they seemed to become bored and ignore us. I couldn't help but think how many of them worried that our fate may someday be theirs. The original class went back into the school. The second also came and went. On one lap, the other slave stopped but continued running in place to avoid the whip. I continued since I wasn't told to stop. Once I made my way back to their location on the track, I was ordered to stop and get on my knees.

The man said, "I understand that this slave is carrying some extra liquid this morning from you. Is that correct?"

“Yes, Sir," I said, bowing my head in shame.

"Look up, slave! Time for you to return the favor."

I looked up and opened my mouth. The other slave stopped running and stepped forward and put his cock in my mouth. After a few moments, his stream of piss started flowing into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could because I knew that was what was expected of me. The piss was salty and warm, but I tried hard not to think about it too much or else I was going to throw up. Some did overflow, and I expected to receive the whip for it. As he finished, I waited for the sting of the whip; however, it did not come.

"Good job, slave, for a first attempt. Don't worry, you'll have a LOT more practice. Now stand you'll each receive 3 lashes of the whip for stopping. Turn around. Hands on your heads."

I knew it wasn't fair for me to be lashed, but I didn't think it was wise to argue the point. I was ordered to stop. I complied and awaited my fate.

The other slave was whipped first, and he let out a big yelp at the first lashing. All of the boys in the gym class that had just arrived turned and watched us receive our lashes. OMG, they hurt. We were told to continue our laps. I was sweating like a pig. I guess that was to be expected since the goal was to lose my fat. We ran for about another hour, and we were told to quit.

We boarded the van and were once again restrained as before. Once we returned to the Training Center, we were unloaded and returned to our cages. We each had to drink a load of piss from each of the guards. We were told to get some rest because they had a long night planned for us.