Author note: All characters in this work of fiction are 21 years or older. Trigger warning: This story contains homophobic slurs.
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Sam was confused after his cock sucking training with Lucio, Master Sergio's bodyguard. Sam's life had changed drastically in a short time. He was a straight college stud, only to be captured and sold into sexual slavery to Master Sergio. Now labeled a faggot sex slave, something was awakening in him sexually. He felt things that were new and completely foreign to him.
Lucio returned Sam to the slave quarters after their training session. Sam was exhausted. He had little sleep the night before, when his cherry was taken, followed by the training with Lucio. Sam took a shower and attempted to clean Master Sergio's cum from his pussy. There was a lot of it! He laid down to rest.
Although tired, he was restless. Sam couldn't stop thinking about Lucio's cock, how it tasted and smelled, how it felt lodged inside his mouth. The man adeptly taught Sam how to 'make love' to a cock. Sam couldn't help but understand why Lucio didn't fuck him when he had ample opportunity. It filled Sam with emptiness. The conflicting emotions were festering within Sam, eating at his soul. 'How can this man be on my mind so much,' he thought. 'I shouldn't give one flying fuck about him!' He rolled over on the bed, laying prone on his stomach, in his naked state, and drifted to sleep, images of sucking cock and being fucked by cock filling his subconscious.
When he awoke a few hours later, a tray of food was waiting in the room for him. Sam was ravenous and devoured the contents. The muscle hunk realized he hadn't done any exercise for days. Sam started a routine of pushups, crunches, squats, and burpees. He hoped he might soon gain access to a weight room. Surely, Master Sergio would desire him to keep his muscular fitness, he reasoned. Sam was a gym rat, obsessed with fitness.
Just as he was completing a set of squats, Master Sergio entered, accompanied by two bodyguards, one of whom was Lucio. The Master admired his slave's muscular glutes when he was deep in a squat. "It's good to see you making yourself at home, pucho," he said. "I admire a slave who strives to keep his body top-notch for his Master."
Sam stood at attention. "Yes, Master Sergio," he said. "I desire nothing more than that, Sir."
"That's good, puta," he smiled at Sam. Master Sergio caressed Sam's upper body, his pecs, and arms. "You treat your body well. Lucio, see that my new American faggot has twice daily access to the exercise facility."
"Yes, Sir," Lucio answered. Sam and Lucio locked their gaze for a brief moment. Lucio bit his lip.
"Thank you, Master Sergio. I cannot thank you enough for this opportunity. Physical fitness is important to me, Sir," Sam said. The slave was truthful and hopeful to return to the gym soon to show off his prowess and prove his manhood.
"I will show you how you can thank me in a minute, pucho," the Master replied. "I understand your mouth pussy has improved considerably." The man placed two fingers at Sam's lips, prying them open, probing the boy's mouth. Sam knew what was required from his Master. He began sucking on Master Sergio's fingers like they were lifelines.
Lucio surveyed the scene quietly, but pain appeared visible in his eyes. He saw the Master finger fucking Sam's mouth while Sam eagerly sucked and swallowed them. Sam seemed to enjoy his Master digits, Lucio thought. Lucio knew this was the routine but wished he could excuse himself. He preferred to not be a witness to the spectacle on display.
"I'm ready to experience your cock sucking skills firsthand, puta," Master Sergio said. "Guards, leave us!" Master Sergio declared. Lucio and his co-worker exited the room. The guards knew to stand attention outside the room. Lucio was relieved to depart, hoping the noise would be inaudible from the hallway. He had no interest in hearing Sam and Master Sergio having sex.
Sam watched Lucio leave and couldn't reconcile his feelings, why he felt so connected to the bodyguard. Master Sergio dislodged his fingers from the boy's mouth. "Alright, pucho. Time for your mouth pussy to go to work," he said. "Now strip my clothes."
Sam obeyed and unbuttoned his Master's shirt, slipping it off to expose the muscular torso. Sam leaned in and kissed Master Sergio's nipples, licking his chest as his hands continued to undo his Master's belt and pants. The slave wanted to be efficient and caring, trying his best to avoid punishment. He added words of praise, "Oh, Master, you are an exceptional Man! I am lucky to be with you!" Sam knew the Master loved to have his ego stroked.
Sam had descended so quickly into depravity and sexual slavery. He truly was a bitch, Sam thought, as he worked on his Master's body. He had fleeting moments of wondering where the 'straight' Sam had gone.
Master Sergio guided Sam's head down to his crotch, forcing the slave to kneel before him. He firmly placed his hands on Sam's neck collar, steadying him in place, while Sam unfastened and lowered his Master's trousers. This time the Master was wearing a pair of white Dolce and Gabbana briefs. His cock was straining in the briefs as Sam lunged forward, burying his nose and mouth against the cotton, inhaling the scent of his Master. "Oh, Master! You are a fucking, God!" Sam exclaimed and then reached up to peel away the briefs.
