DAILY COLLEGE LIFE AS A SLAVE
Weeks went by as my Alpha, Danny and I get into a routine. When we get up we serve our Master's morning woody, wash him then go for a run around the island. After our run, we are hosed down and dried outside. Then we serve our Masters under the dining room table as they eat and socialize with the other Masters of the house. Our Masters then take us to school on our leashes. However, unlike our Masters, who get the weekend off, slaves go to school 7 days a week. Saturdays and Sundays are half days so we are still able to serve our Masters. Like most teens, they want to party on Friday night and sleep in. Of course, we are used to their weekend parties. Even though we are kept up late for Masters to have their fun, we still have to get up early to go to school. School start times for school on Saturdays and Sundays are 5:00 am instead of the usual 7:00 am on weekends. So, we have to get up two hours earlier. Master still requires me to run around the island then come back and go straight to school.
We are fed at school instead with our Masters since they are still asleep. We leave school around 11:00 am so we can come back to serve our Masters. For us slaves, weekends are worst than weekdays. Yet, as we learn in our class "Mind Set of a Slave", a slave's life is not meant to be fair. It's just the opposite. Everything we do is for our Master's pleasure and well-being. We must learn to accept that our life is forever in the service of our Masters. Sacrifice is essential to being a perfect slave for our Masters. We sacrifice our mind and body to our Master in exchange they give us a purpose for living. If we don't have a Master then our life is worthless. We are lucky to be able to serve our Masters. So, we learn to do whatever is required for the betterment of our Masters.
The routine helps remind me, my purpose is to serve. I do the same things over and over in the service of my Master until it is now starting to become second nature. So, I lose track of time. Weeks go by and I don't even know it.
Every day after school lets out, my Alpha fucks me before going back to the house. When I get home from school I have homework. Well, it's not your traditional homework. As a slave, our minds are not as important as what we do physically to make our Master's lives better. So, our homework is to put what we learned in school and apply it to make our Master's life better.
For example, I make my Master's bed each morning exactly the same. I even put some chocolates on his pillow and replace flowers in his room. The house slaves have a stockroom where I can get the added necessities for my Master's rooms. I make sure he has fresh towels and washcloths in his bathroom. I even make sure his toothbrush is replaced regularly. I fill the dispenser with shampoo, conditioner, and shaving cream. It gives me a deep satisfaction to do these things for my Master. I smile every time Master walks in the room and smells the flowers.
The room looks like what the hotel service staff would do for my family when we went on vacations. Well, for me, it helps that my father had me help the staff to do everything that I now do for my Master. More ways my father trained me to be a slave without me even knowing it.
My Master grades me each week on how well I did with my homework. At the end of each week, my Master sends a report to my teachers. At the beginning of the week, I'm required to read the parts of the report that relates to the class I'm in. If my Master gives me a negative review then the teacher has my Alpha cane me in front of the class. It is really embarrassing to be punished in front of other slaves. My Alpha brother seems to enjoy this a lot. For the rest of the class, I have to focus on what I did wrong to become perfect at it. The result is that I have to be a perfect slave or my life will be really painful at the hands of my Alpha. My Alpha is becoming really good at caning me.
Not only I'm I punished in class but Master has my Alpha punish me at the time I do something he dislikes. Master uses my Alpha as my disciplinarian. It is rare now for my Master to punish me directly. He has many responsibilities now as the Alpha Master of the house plus his normal school work. In some ways, I miss him caning me. So, when he whips me as I pull the chariot I really enjoy it. My dick is rock hard and dripping with each hit of the whip! This just fuels me to pull him faster. I no longer get angry when he is whipping me. Just the opposite! I look forward to it and want to pull him even faster just so I get the pleasure of my Master's whip!
I train every day for chariot races. I won the practice races more times than my Alpha and Danny. I guess, I have strong legs. Most likely, it's due to my father's training growing up and the continuing training Master has been providing.
The day came for the first event of the 'Slave Games'. All Masters and their slaves are sitting in an outside colosseum. It looks much like the Colosseum of Rome. It's made of concrete with the same design as the old Roman Colosseum. Except, there is a race track around the outer edge of the Colosseum with bleachers all the way around the race track. Behind the bleachers are tall pillars with carvings of Masters and slaves kneeling at their feet, looking up at them. Each Master is looking down into the Colosseum. To me, they all look like gods looking down on us slaves. What learn in the "History of The Society" class is that these Masters are the founding fathers of 'The Society'.
I'm strapped to the chariot and lined up at the starting line.
The MC comes out to the middle of the Colosseum and steps up onto a stage.
"Masters, it's a long tradition that men love to compete with each other. Our founding fathers set up these 'Slave Games' so that Masters can compete in a constructive matter instead of warring with each other on the battlefield. As with any competition, there is a prize at the end. For the 'Slave Games', the Masters of the winning house have the pick of any slaves of the second place house for 3 weeks. Our slaves are the most valuable property we own. We are very protective of our property. So, the wisdom of our founding Masters saw fit that the second place house shall sacrifice their most valuable property just like they would if they lose a war and the land they own. In addition, losing a slave for 3 weeks reminds all Masters how valuable their slaves are to them. So, they will fight even harder to keep them for the next 'Slave Games'.
The first game is the chariot races. Five hundred points will be added to the house that wins the final race. A photo finish will verify the winner. Plus, as with tradition, the Master who wins has a choice of any losing Master's slave to be taken on stage and fucked in front of everyone. Our founding fathers saw this as more motivation for the losing Master to win in the next game. Now let the 'Slave Games' begin!"
Master and I are lined up on the start line. I get into a crouching position. This is so exciting. Everyone is shouting for the Master that represents their house. For our house, we had a race a few days before this official race to determine who is the fastest in our house. Master won the race and so here we are. I look in the stands to see my Alpha glaring at me. He is not happy he lost once again to Master and me. He kneels between his Master's legs staring daggers at me. I know no matter what happens, he is going to get his revenge for losing to his bitch slave brother. However, if I win then at least Master will not have him punish me like the other times I lost in practice races.
Master whips my back a few times to warm up his arm.
Master yells out, "Make me proud, my Slave."
The gun fires and Master flick the reins. I pull as hard as I can to get the chariot started.
