How to Mae a Good Service Slave

Step 3: Becoming more of a sex object.

I fucked Rich with his legs spread wide open, purposely putting strain on his joints. I intended in fucking him this way to show him my dominance over him as a dirty little tramp. I used a cushion under his lower back in order to get deep into his newly made pussy hole. My cock was all the way inside of him as I looked down at the faggot. He looked like a girl in awe of his first boyfriend. Perhaps that is what was happening in his head. I wasn't sure. I would squash that illusion sooner or later. He was nothing but slave meat to me and in my world, slaves don't have boyfriends, let alone friends. What I was sure about was that the fact he was a good lay. He moaned like a cum whore in Amsterdam, as I came out of him a little enough to check the condom was still on my cock.

I don't normally wear condoms on cum dumps, by definition they are dumps for cum, after all. However, I had a special reason for it on this occasion.

As I went back to the hilt. He opened his mouth completely again. I looked directly into his face. His eyes were dilated, and his nipples looked ripe. I decided to try something new with him. Something most Alphas would do anyway. Most Alphas like humiliating their fags by spitting in their open mouths. I moved forward and began to slowly allow my phlegm into his open upper hole. I would have laughed at him if I didn't have my mouth open and slowly using his mouth as a spit hole. He raised his head from the bed to take my goz. His cage began to almost rock. I went deep inside of him in one hard jolt, and he leaked some precum. He was slowly showing that he would do anything for an Alpha. I was slowly showing what Alphas meant when they say anything. I was enjoying the journey, or perhaps I would be better off using the term ride.

He had moved a little further up the bed, enough for me to lean over and pick up my phone. I opened the app that linked his cage and collar and then opened his cock cage. He looked a little confused at first, but it became clear when I reached down and took the cage off revealing that he had a semi on. I gave him a smug smile, like I had just discovered something dirty about him, but the truth was I already knew that he was a cock whore. I realigned his legs over my shoulders, and I went back into him.

Sometimes it's good to allow a faggot to see his own little dicklet spewing fag slime now and then. I knew because where I wanted this to go that he would have less and less opportunity to see his own little cock react in the future. I wanted him to see the difference between our bodies. His small faggy dicklet and my large man dick was the first of many differences to point out.

He watched his body react to the fucking I was giving him. I looked over to the mirror and saw how gorgeous our bodies looked. Black on white. His body was a complete contrast to mine in many ways. I was taller and had an athletes body and he was shorter with a more muscular built. His hot muscular body must have confused him to think that he was a real man and not a cock sucking faggot.

I was close to cumming when suddenly his hands began to tighten around my arms, his feet went stiff and abruptly his excuse for a cock erupted. He leaned his head backwards.

He was having a faggasm. This is what happens to a true faggot whore when being used by a true man. Although their orgasm's are nothing like a man's when they are shooting their load. It is pitiful. His orgasm was weak and watery, although it would be satisfying for ten or so minutes, he would begin to become horny again. I wanted to see if he obeyed my wishes and placed the cage on his cock when I wasn't able to supervise him.

His butt hole stiffened round my cock as he shot his pitiful fag water, causing me to explode deep inside of him, into the condom. I slammed my cock into his lower hole. He made a moan that would be only described as sissy like. I leaned down and watched his face react. He looked directly into my eyes. It looked like he wanted to kiss. I don't kiss slaves. It is unhealthy on many levels.

"Thank you master." He clearly meant his gratitude.

I moved backwards away from him, away from his body and stuck my pelvis forward. I ripped off the condom and tied the open end, placing it on the bed for now.

"Clean my cock you dirty slut, like Khali's cock whore cleaned his. He didn't hesitate not to. He was soon on his hands and knees cleaning off my beef. He looked up at me, smiling.

"Thank you master." He smiled up at me. Obviously, he was learning from the other cock whore. Evidently, he would learn more this weekend.

I had a few more lessons to teach him before that. One incident would happen at roughly eight tomorrow morning.

After he had cleaned me up, I laid on the bed and then I ordered him to shower and after he returned to put his cage back on his little pee pee and then sleep on the floor. I ordered him to crawl. I said it partly because I wondered if he had forgotten and partly because I wanted to humiliate him and remind him of what he was becoming.

I took the condom from the bed and then walked into the kitchen area, placing it into the little freezer compartment in our little fridge. It would be frozen by the morning.

**

I think when he returned, I was fast asleep. The next thing I knew was that the alarm was going off. I looked over at the bedside table and spotted that the cock cage was gone from the side. I noticed that Rich was sleeping on the floor, as instructed. He was naked on his back laying on the ground. His cock had its little cage on it. Evidently, he had placed it back on his small piece of meat after his shower the night before and then went to sleep on the ground. He looked like an extremely happy slave.

It is wrong to leave a slave sleeping after you have woken up as its master. Ideally a slave should be awake before its master. We were still going through many transitions, so it didn't concern me too much at this moment. I kicked him gently to wake up.

Eventually I would have a daily task for him at this point of every day, but I wanted him to concentrate on the cleaning and sexual side of his vocation to begin with.

Naturally I looked down at him. I looked at him with a purposely contempt look on my face, He slowly opened his eyes, and his sleepy face soon turned to a smile. He was pleased to see me. Perhaps he was looking forward to another sex session. However, I needed to leave at just gone eight and also, I had a paper to work on before leaving for a lecture on how overseas economies are affected by the new line of slave laws globally and how it was affecting the UK.

I was almost certain that the northern African Alliance would be mentioned a few times. This was a collective of countries that support or take part in the slave trade. My country was a part of this Alliance. They now even had their own dollar called the Afro Dollar. The economy was becoming as strong as the Chinese Yen and the American Dollar.

I ordered Rich to make coffee and then make my bed whilst I was in the shower. After those tasks were done, he was to kneel on the floor in the shower room and wait to shower and clean his insides out. This all went without any incident. I knew he didn't have any schedule until ten thirty. However, I had a different lesson for him.

After he had showered, he washed up a few pots in the sink and then crawled over to me. I had spotted that he was crawling most of the time now and only returning to his hind legs when he truly needed to. He looked down to the ground whilst I played with his hair. I began to talk to him.

"I have a simple task for you this morning." I continued playing with his hair.

"The driver from yesterday will bring us a few parcels of slave chow here this morning. I don't want you to struggle with the parcels but ask him to help you upstairs with them. Once you are here you are to offer your services to him. He can do what he wishes with you. If you are successful in the task I will have a very special reward for you this evening. One I know you will love." I paused a second and then asked "Are my instructions clear?"

Just like you would check in with any imbecilic slave to acknowledge that they have fully understood, simple instructions.

"Yes. Sir" he gulped. "I am to offer myself to the delivery man and if I am successful in getting him to use me, I will be awarded.

**

Rich left the room when I told him that the delivery van was only one stop away and he waited in the hallway for the driver to arrive. In the meantime, I got my bag ready leaving my tablet turned on, and on its stand, with the video recording. My next task was to use a piece of string and a label to make a note for Rich. I wrote the word Lunch on it. I then took the frozen condom from the freezer box, tied the label onto the wrapped jiz and then placed the condom in his bag on the top of his things so he saw it straight away. There was no doubt that the contents of the condom was for consumption at lunchtime. It would be defrosted by then and yet still chilled. No faggot can resist chilled Alpha milk.

I left the room. I passed the man getting out of the van on the way out of the vehicle. I purposely ignored my faggot. Although he tried to get my attention and looked disappointed when I just continued on. He looked a little indigent for some reason and it's not a look I like in a slave. I would have ignored a needy slave on the families estate if that happened at home. The needy little fuck hole needed to learn its place in life was to serve its superiors when they wanted to be served, not to demand attention from them. A slave at home would often feel the power of a cane if they ever demanded attention from a master. It may seem somewhat cruel, but it is kind to correct their misguided actions at this stage, rather than having to punish them more severe if doing something even more inappropriate, such as trying to suck off a master when the master hadn't demanded it.

The man was middle aged. A little porky too and he had some stubble as though he hadn't shaved that morning. Probably hadn't showered either. I could smell a little man stink.

I looked behind as I moved away from the building and saw Rich flirting with him. I smirked to myself. This was not really a task but an experiment. I didn't think that he would go through with it. To my surprise he did and for that I would set up a little surprise for the cock sucking faggot.

Roughly an hour later he sent me a photo of his face covered in the man's spunk. It simply looked like any other picture of a faggot who had just blown off an Alpha male.

**

The lecture was uneventful. Nothing that I was not aware of. They talked about how damaging the slave laws were for the countries that were against them and the cost of labour within these countries. They made it clear with graphs and charts how much not having a slave act in places like the UK and Sweden made it more difficult for such countries to sell goods abroad as cheaply as the African Alliance does. In my country there are vast estates that produce fruit and vegetables all year round, using cheap slave labour for upkeep of these super estates. My family owned a few of these estates.

I received a message just as I was getting ready for lunchtime with a picture of Rich licking out the condom I had packed for him. He looked like he was in a public toilet lockup in the university somewhere. He was truly embracing his true self. Behind him I could see a glory hole. I think these days in the UK they are now called fag holes and are common for straight men to use them to get off quickly, courtesy of a faggot.

I told him to send me some pictures of him sucking dick. Ten minutes later he was sucking off a nice size uncut dick. The guy had ginger pubes too. I knew it wouldn't take much to figure out whose cock that was. There would not be many gingers on campus. This ginger's cock was at least twice the size as Rich's. The video was a little out of focused but it's difficult for a faggot to suck cock off through a wall and record it at the same time. Nonetheless Rich had sent me evidence that he was doing what I was asking of him.

I sent a few messages backwards and forwards to our mutual friend, James the Alpha both Rich and I knew. I discovered my brother had also invited our mutual friend to the apartments this weekend. Any friend of mine was automatically a friend of my twin. Then again, we had known James for a long time.

I then went to a nice café and ate well as I knew exactly what Rich would be eating that evening and I wanted him to focus on his diet today, not mine. I didn't want him to have to make my meal before we did everything, I had planned the evening ahead. I had to go to study for a while in the library and then make my way back to the halls.

**

I arrived back at the room an hour before I knew Rich would be back. The room was spotless, he apparently, had time to clean at some point. He was steadily getting into a good routine of looking after the room without too much input from myself. This was good. He would make a good service slave. On the floor next to the kitchen area was the slave chow. The bags looked like large bags of animal feed that you buy for pets. They had mainly had Arabic and Copic and a little English writing on the side of the bags. It is not something that is produced in the U.K. and so I had it imported in. I doubt that the delivery driver would have realised what it was, unless he had been on the Mediterranean coast of North Africa.

I looked further round the room and spotted my tablet was still where I had left it. The camera had recorded everything.

**

They came back into the room carrying the bags of chow. Oddly enough the driver was carrying two bags, one in each hand and Rich was carrying four bags in total. I wondered how that played out but, in my head, Rich was made to do it by the more Alpha male of the two.

They put the bags down, where they are at the moment. They haven't moved since. Observing the recording I spotted that the delivery driver's cock was hard as iron in his trousers. Rich moved in front of the driver, and they spoke for a minute or two. Rich was clearly flirting with the driver. Rich then dropped to his knees and as he did, I saw the driver force him down quicker by his head.

The sound on the recording was not good, but I heard the driver say something about Rich's shorts and rich dropped them and leaned backwards with his hands on the back of his ankles for a moment or two. I guess the man was admiring Rich's little cock cage. The driver leaned down and pulled on Rich's fag tits.

He then clearly mouthed to Rich "Get my fucking cock out Faggot."

Rich then opened up the guys trousers and swiftly took the man's cock out. He didn't wait to be told what to do next, instead he leaned forward and started sucking this almost stranger's cock.

It was as though I was missing something. In September when I moved to the university there was this faggot that was hot for me. I went round to its room at night time and I slowly trained it up. The dirty little cock sleave always had recognised itself as a faggot and so it was not difficult to get it to go on a shopping exhibition to Denmark in late November and whilst over there, it handed himself over to a faggot training centre there and enslaved itself. The faggot signed the papers to make me the legal owner. It was different. It always knew that it was a slave waiting to happen.

Rich was not the same, or so I believed. He had girlfriends in the past and he looked straight as hell and yet he appeared to be making the transition look so easy. Rich's pathway was visibly different, but the destination was exactly the same.

To the city of Slave-ville.

The faggot that enslaved itself is now working as a 'toilet attendant' in New Alexandra. I didn't see much potential in the fag as a whore or a service slave and most certainly would have not last six months in the mines or working on the plantations. It was achieving the best fag slave life it could be expected to achieve as a loser of a faggot.

I was missing something with Rich. I couldn't quite put my finger on it at this point, but I would soon understand more.

As for the man that Rich was pleasuring, I would have guessed that this man was in his forties. He wasn't fit and that was proven when he took his shirt off revealing his hairy body. His belly was above Rich's head as Rich sucked off the older man with frantic intent.

"Faggot!" I lip read the man's words and then Rich looked up to the man and then the man naturally spat on his face, or maybe in his mouth. It was hard to tell from the position I was watching. The man tilted his head backwards and began to laugh. He laugh loud enough that it was caught on audio.

The mechanics of Rich's movement showed me all I needed to know. He was putting every effort in sucking the man's cock off, the way the real man wanted to be sucked off. It was not the easiest task to do, due to the fact the man's large belly kept getting in the way of Rich's head, whilst he was giving head.

Rich wasn't doing this for the fat older man. He wasn't even doing it for himself. Who would want to suck off a smelly cock of a fat delivery driver? The guy was a complete loser so fucking ugly in comparison to me or even our mutual Alpha friend. He didn't have much going for him and yet I was making Rich service the man. There are many Alphas who actually believe that it should not be left to the choice of the faggot who they service but was down to the Alpha. Of cause for enslaved animals their choices would not be remotely taken into consideration and so there was no reason in my head that Rich should have the choice as my slave in uni.

Rich was servicing this fat delivery driver, and he had sucked the ginger anonymous student off because I had asked him to service them both. I was in control of Rich, which was clear. It felt good.

I was not expecting what happened next. It shocked me, although it didn't phase me. Perhaps I could use the delivery guy in the future with other fags that I wanted to turn into slave meat fuck holes.

He looked directly at the camera and stuck his middle finger up to me. Obviously, he knew he was being recorded. Perhaps he thought that Rich was recording himself. I was not sure.

Perhaps he wasn't as big of a loser as I thought. The man then grabbed the fags head still and began to face fuck him. I heard Rich gag a few times and I spotted the man slap my whores face too.

Suddenly he stopped and pulled his head in tight. His cock must have been down his throat when he began shooting into the cum whores open mouth. The man looked directly into the camera and mouthed. "You dirty fucking faggot!"

I now understood that he thought it was Rich who had recorded it. He released his head and gave the middle finger on both hands to make his point clear as day.

Rich set to work cleaning the man's cock off and soon the man pulled up his pants. He then spat onto Rich's face, turned around and walked out of the room. He didn't acknowledge Rich as he left the room. Rich was not important to the true male. All Rich was to the man was a fuck hole to use for sexual relief.

**

Rich walked into the room, and I ignored him. I did this to see what he would do. He did exactly everything I expected from a slave who was learning his craft. He undressed and took his collar and placed the metal round his neck. Then he submissively crawled towards me and said.

"Good evening master!"

"Hello faggot. I think you are really doing well at the moment. Too Well. In some cases. Are you Ok?"

"Yes sir. I am in my rightful place!"

"You most certainly are!" I paused from what I was doing and looked at him looking up at me."