Masters High Chapter 4: Woke Up, Chose Violence Sex Stories Cool – Y2 Stories

Luke got to fuck an RG, but now he must deal with the consequences. He was warned people would get mad if he hooked up with an upperclassman.

FULL SUMMARY: Luke Dunn is riding high after getting to fuck an RG last week. But now he must deal with the reality of his consequences: he was warned that upperclassmen don’t like it when a freshman fucks an older RG, much less an RG that they dated. If Luke wants to survive, he’ll need to prove his toughness – to his classmates, and to himself.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Thank you everyone for the kind comments so far. Again, I realize that there are quite a few characters to keep up with. If you want to see how I visualize my characters I’ve uploaded fully-clothed, non-sexual, AI-generated models of how I imagine my characters here:

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This chapter has some sex, but it’s more focused on violence. Mike probably won’t be a recurring character, but we needed some resolution after last chapter. On the other hand, I really like the idea of making Sophie a major character; let me know what you think. Overall, this is more of a “transition” chapter; the first three chapters focused on building up the main characters, and starting in chapter 5 (which is alluded to a couple times here), we get into some really kinky stuff and explore some fetishes I wanted to write about. The goal with chapter 4 is to be able to provide the backdrop for what’s to come.

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“Sophie Hines?” Draven asked me the following Monday in Slave Training 101 class. “You banged her?”

“Uh, yeah,” I blushed, as we stood at the edge of the gym while my slave Sarah sucked my dick. Today’s lesson was about lasting longer in bed, so Draven thought it would be good for Sarah to suck my cock like there’s no tomorrow while we talk about our weekend. And damn, Sarah isn’t making it easy for me to not cum. Each freshman got a twin-sized bed to practice on.

“Didn’t I warn you not to go for an upperclassman RG?” Draven said, upset. “You just put a target on yourself, Luke!”

“But…,” I trailed off, as my dick hit the back of Sarah’s throat. “Oh fuck,” I muttered. “Look, I’m not afraid of Mike,” I told him.

“Well you should be!” he said, annoyed. “Luke, Mike Stone is not someone you want to mess with. He was a star football player at his middle school in Texas, and he’s the best running back his school has had in years. He is much more athletic than some hockey kid from Bumfuck, Alaska.”

I didn’t even bother correcting him, because I was getting nervous now. Even Sarah slowed down her sucking out of concern. “Do you think he’ll, um, beat me up?” I asked.

“I hope not,” he said. “Look, I didn’t wanna scare you, but there have been stories. Stories of weaker Masters Boys getting killed by more dominant ones. And you don’t wanna end up in the hospital.”

“So, uh, what should I do?” I asked, terrified now.

“Mike’s a dumbass jock,” he said. “So you have to act like a dumbass jock. You’ve been working on getting tougher, right? The tougher freshmen like David and Ryan respect you.”

“Yeah,” I replied.

“Then that’s what you have to do,” he instructed. “Be more like them. Get mean, get aggressive. You need to become more of a threat. Actually, forget the blowjob thing. Right now you’re going to beat Sarah to a pulp so that the guys here know you’re tough.”

“Um, okay,” I said, and pushed Sarah onto the bed, where she lay down.

“Okay, beat the shit out of her, Luke,” Draven commanded. “Show no mercy.”

“I’m sorry for what I’m about to do,” I whispered into Sarah’s ear.

“Don’t be,” she whispered back. “You’re doing what you have to do. I’m a worthless slave, you have to live.”

“Stop apologizing to this piece of meat and hit her already!” Draven said, annoyed.

“Okay, okay,” I said, and got on top of her. I started slapping her across the face, as hard as I could. “This is for your own good,” I said to Sarah. “If I hurt you, it means I survive against the tougher guys.” I really wasn’t sure if I was justifying it to her, or to myself.

“Good,” Draven said. “Keep going.”

I slapped her across the face again, and then again.

“Come on, Luke,” Draven encouraged. “Get mean. Do it like you mean it. Sarah, you need to yell, even if you don’t mean it. Let the other freshmen here think Luke is putting you in real pain.”

I stood up, took my belt, and whipped Sarah hard across her face.

“OW!” she screamed, and blood started coming from her lip.

“Keep going, Luke,” Draven said, and I whipped her again, drawing more blood.

“You’re a worthless, filthy slave, aren’t you?” I spat, getting into the role.

“Yes, sir,” Sarah said, trying not to smile.

“Say it louder, whore!” I yelled, and whipped her again.

“I’M A WORTHLESS, FILTHY SLAVE!” she cried, and I whipped her one more time, giving her a black eye.

“You’re so pathetic,” I sneered. “You’re just a weak little whore who’s only good for sex. And even then, I have an RG girlfriend who’s hotter than you anyway,” I said, kicking her in the stomach.

“FUCK!” she cried. I didn’t know if she was acting or if she was in real pain. Not that it really mattered when I get into it.

“Please, stop,” she begged, as if she really meant it. “You’re hurting me!”

“Not yet, bitch,” I yelled, and kicked her in the side. She coughed, and more blood came out. I noticed a lot of the other freshmen boys and their senior mentors were looking at us. Ryan, who was balls deep in his slave, looked over and smiled.

“Come on bitch,” I told Sarah, whipping her all over her body with my belt. “You can take it. This is what you get for BEING” (whip) “A” (whip) “FILTHY” (whip) “WHORE!” With that last whip, right to her cunt, she let out a shriek of pain, and began to sob.

“Fuck, look what you did,” Draven said. “Go lick up her blood. Show the other boys that you’re a true sadist.”

“I’m sorry, Sarah,” I whispered, and licked up her blood, all over her face. It tasted metallic, and I felt like a monster.

“Thank you, sir,” she whimpered, her eyes still shut in pain. I took the blood, swished it around in my mouth a bit, and dropped it into her mouth. She swallowed.

“I’m done with you,” I spat, and stood up, kicked her, and left her there. Poor girl was a bloody, beaten mess.

“Nice work,” Draven smiled. “The freshmen saw a display of pure, raw brutality. Now they know not to mess with you.”

“It’s sick, but it was fun,” I admitted, putting my pants back on. “I just hope Sarah’s okay.”

“You’re an interesting case, New Money,” Draven laughed. “You just beat the shit out of your slave probably harder than any other freshman in this room has ever done, and now you’re worried if she’s ok?”

“Well, yeah,” I said.

“It’s weird, man,” he laughed. “I’ll tell you one thing, you’re definitely a monster during sex. I just don’t know how much of a monster you are otherwise. And if Mike messes with you, I doubt it’ll be in the middle of having sex,” he laughed. “So we need to teach you to be tough outside of sex too.”

“I’ve been trying,” I said. “Have you ever heard of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde? I’m like that right now. When I’m having sex, I’m a complete monster. But when I’m not, I’m a nice guy. And now, when I have to defend myself, I have no clue how to act.”

“Hmm,” he thought. “Meet me back here after your last class. I have an idea. Just don’t get yourself killed before then.”

—

As I arrived in history class, I noticed everybody’s eyes were on me. Some guys were whispering as I passed by them to get to my desk. I tried putting on a tough guy look and glared at them.

“Hey, Luke,” Will said as I sat down next to him.

“Hey,” I replied.

“Uh, you okay?” he whispered.

“Yeah,” I replied. “Why do you ask?”

“Luke, you just beat the living shit out of your slave. Everyone’s talking about it. I mean, I’m all for it, but I know that you’re not a naturally sadistic person, and I’m just making sure you’re okay.”

“Will,” I whispered. “I want to make sure Sophie’s ex-boyfriend doesn’t kill me. And the only way to do that is to look tough. I mean, look at me. I’m not like David and Ryan. They’re natural fighters. I’m not like them. I can’t fight. So the only way for me to be safe is to look tough. So, yeah, I’m beating the shit out of my slave.”

“Alright, Luke,” Will nodded. “I just didn’t want to see you turn into a psychopath like Ryan or anything.”

“Ha, I’m not a racist douche like him,” I replied.

Our history teacher Mr. Clague started speaking. “All right class,” he said. “We’ll be analyzing the Declaration of Independence. In particular, why it listed all these provisions about wanting men to be free, but said nothing about the status of slaves. Now why is that?”

I raised my hand. “Because niggers aren’t people, and our rich white ancestors recognized that the Declaration should apply to PEOPLE, not niggers!” I said. I didn’t believe a word I was saying, of course, but again, it’s the tough guy act.

“That’s right, Mr. Dunn!” Mr. Clague cheered. “I’m glad you recognize that the Declaration didn’t apply to slaves, because the slaves weren’t really people, they were property, and the white people were protecting their property rights. No different than any of you protecting the right to do whatever you want to do with your sex slaves.”

“Luke here really went to town on his slave today!” Ryan interrupted. “You should’ve seen him! He beat her until she was coughing up blood, and she was screaming in agony!”

“Well, isn’t that something!” Mr. Clague smiled. “It seems that Mr. Dunn understands the spirit of the Founding Fathers! Well done, young man! I’m sure the slave deserved every bit of it!”

“Absolutely, sir. Just like the slaves our forefathers had, I will make sure my slave knows she is just property for me to kick and beat however and whenever I feel!” God, I fucking hate myself for saying that.

—

At lunch, all the slaves were serving their masters. But I didn’t see Sarah anywhere. I pulled over Alexis, Will’s slave.

“Hey, have you seen my slave Sarah?” I asked.

“Oh, yes, Master,” she said. “Mr. Baxter had sent her to the infirmary after class,” she said, looking down.

WHAT?

Suddenly the Headmaster came up behind me. “You are Mr. Dunn, correct?” he asked me. Shit. I don’t think I’ve ever had to speak directly to the Headmaster before.

“Yes, Headmaster,” I replied, standing up to shake his hand.

“Please, have a seat, son,” he smiled. “I hear you did quite a number on your slave,” he laughed.

“Um, well,” I stammered. “That is, um, she was-”

“It’s alright, Mr. Dunn,” he interrupted. “I’ve been a Masters Boy myself. We’re not meant to treat our slaves nicely. But please, go on.”

“Um, well, my mentor Draven said that the only way to get the other Masters Boys to leave me alone was to, uh, you know, look tough.”

“And why is that?” he asked.

“Um, because, uh, one of the upperclassmen has a, um, history with the girl I’m, um, seeing,” I admitted.

“Ah,” he said, contemplating. “I see. Well, regardless, I must alert you that your slave Sarah has been checked into the infirmary. Her condition is not critical, but she is badly injured. Naturally it’s not her that we care about, but since an injured slave is a useless slave, we will keep her in the infirmary for at least the rest of the week. You should know not to beat your slaves to that point, Mr. Dunn. And I’ll be sure to remind Mr. Sterling that the whole purpose of the mentorship program is to teach you to not get to that point.”

“Thank you, sir,” I said, bowing my head.

“Very well,” he said, and walked away.

“Luke, are you okay?” Will asked.

“Not really,” I admitted. “Shit, I really didn’t mean to hurt Sarah like that.”

“Well, it’s not your fault,” Will said. “Draven’s the one who pushed you to it. And you were just following his advice.”

“Maybe,” I sighed. “But it doesn’t feel good.”

“Luke, look,” Will said. “I’m not trying to make light of the situation, but I’ll be honest, I’ve beat Alexis to that point, and even beyond it. Right?” he asked, looking at his slave.

“Yes, Master,” she said. “And I loved it, sir.”

“I’ve beaten her almost to the point of death,” Will continued. “Your slave knows that you beat her for your own well-being, and ultimately, these girls will die for you. Don’t let it eat you up, dude.”
“Thanks, man,” I smiled. I took a look at my phone, and noticed a new text from Sophie. It looked like an upskirt photo of her fingering her pussy in class.

Sophie: my ‘slave psychology’ class is so boring today. could really go for your huge hockey dick. 😉

Luke: wow, Soph. you look amazing. i’d fuck you right now if i could.

Sophie: oh yeah? well what are you doing right now?

Luke: having lunch with my friend.

Sophie: oh, is it Will?

Luke: yep.

Sophie: send him this.

Sophie:

Sophie: 😉

My god, it was a selfie of her fingering her pussy. She was biting her lip and looking at the camera, her long hair covering one of her tits. I couldn’t stop staring at her perfect face and her perfect tits and her perfect, hairless pussy. She was such a goddess.

“Hey, Will, check this out,” I said, showing him the picture.

“Holy shit, dude!” he exclaimed, laughing. “Wow, you’re a lucky bastard.”

“Yeah, I am,” I smiled, and responded.

Luke: fuck, sophie. you look so good. you’re making me so hard.

Sophie: i wish you were inside me.

Luke: and i wish my cock was between your gorgeous tits. i’m worried about your ex tho.

Sophie: don’t be. i can handle him.

Luke: i don’t doubt that. i’m just afraid of what he’ll do to me.

Sophie: oh, babe, it’ll be fine. just rough him up like you do in bed. well, without sticking your giant horse cock in him 😉

Luke: haha, ok.

Sophie: anyway, i gotta go, i think the teacher sees me on my phone.

Luke: have a great day, sophie. can’t wait to see you.

Sophie: i can’t wait either. see ya.

“Dude, she’s so hot,” Will said, still staring at the pic I sent him.

“Yeah, and she’s into me,” I smiled. “Can’t beat that!”

“No, you cannot,” he agreed, and returned to his meal.

—

After phys ed, I waited for Draven in the gym, like he asked. The other freshmen had already left. I was sitting on the bleachers, playing on my phone. Suddenly, someone grabbed me from behind.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” I shouted, but my mouth was covered. I tried to elbow whoever was behind me, but they dodged it. I was about to reach for the person’s arms, but it was no use. The person was stronger than me, and had me fully restrained.

“Luke, it’s me, relax,” Draven whispered into my ear.

“What the fuck?” I repeated, turning around to face him.

“We’ve gotta work on your situational awareness,” he smirked. “You’ve already failed. What if Mike had done that?”

“Fuck you,” I spat. “That was a cheap trick.”

“It doesn’t matter what’s a fair fight and what isn’t,” he replied, releasing me. “All that matters is who’s going to survive. And if you let someone grab you like that, you won’t.”

“Fine,” I sighed. “What now?”

“Now, we’re going to teach you how to fight,” he smiled. “Take off your shirt.”

“What, are we gonna spar or something?” I asked, removing my shirt.

“Yep,” he replied, and began taking off his shirt. Damn, Draven’s abs are insane. I’m jealous. “Now come on,” he said as we walked down the bleachers. “Punch me.”

“Uh, okay,” I said, and got in a boxing position.

“Oh, this is gonna be fun,” he smirked, as I threw a punch at his face. He blocked it with his left arm, and then hit me with a right hook, and knocked me on the ground.

“Come on, Luke,” he mocked. “Is that all you got?”

“Fuck you,” I grunted, getting back up.

“Now, this time,” he said. “Hit me, and I’m not gonna block it. Give me everything you got.”

“Fine,” I said, and punched his chest. He didn’t even flinch.

“Really, that’s all you’ve got?” he taunted. “Come on, Luke, you’re supposed to be an athlete.”

“Fuck you,” I yelled, and punched him again, but in the gut. This time, he took a step back, and coughed.

“There you go,” he encouraged. “Keep going. Come on, act like you did when you whipped Sarah!”

I started punching him over and over. I was throwing punches with all my might.

“That’s it, Luke, that’s it!” Draven cheered. “Use your rage, your anger! Don’t hold back, don’t hesitate!”

“FUCK YOU!” I screamed, and kicked him in the stomach. He was knocked to the ground.

“Okay, okay,” he said, putting his hands up. “You’re getting better.”

“Good,” I panted. “Why the hell are we doing this?”

“I needed to get you mad, Luke,” he said. “If you’re ever going to have a chance against a guy like Mike, you have to learn to use your anger. When you’re beating a slave, it’s not just for yourself, it’s also for all the people who want to kill you. That’s why it feels so good. Your life depends on it. Now let’s spar. This time, I’m gonna fight back.”

“Okay,” I replied. “And just for the record, Draven, you’re a fucking asshole.”

“Good,” he smiled. “Let’s go.”

Draven was much more aggressive in this fight. He started attacking first, and punched me across the jaw.

“Come on, Luke,” he teased. “Hit me. Use your anger. You’re supposed to be a tough guy.”

“Fuck you,” I sneered, and started hitting him.

“That’s it,” he said, dodging my punches. “Use your rage, channel it. Feel it coursing through your veins.”

“You’re an asshole,” I spat.

“And you’re a pussy,” he taunted. “Why did you let an upperclassman girl turn you into her sex toy?”

“THE FUCK DID YOU SAY?” I yelled.

“I said, why did you let an upperclassman girl turn you into her sex toy, pussy boy?” he asked, punching me in the nose.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I shouted, and started punching him. He punched me back. I got him in the stomach, and he punched me in the eye.

“Come on, Luke, you’re stronger than this!” he yelled, punching me in the chest.

“SHUT UP, DRAVEN!” I screamed, and pushed him to the ground.

“You can’t push me, Luke,” he said, pushing me back. “You can’t push me.”

“DRAVEN, FUCK YOU!” I roared, and started choking him.

“That’s it,” he wheezed. “Use your strength. Show me the monster inside you.”

I kept choking him, and then I started punching him. He kicked me and pushed me off him, but I tackled him. I punched him in the jaw.

“THAT’S IT, LUKE!” Draven yelled, kicking me. “GET ME! PUT ME IN MY PLACE!”

“SHUT UP, DRAVEN!” I screamed, and hit him across the face. He elbowed me in the chest, but I didn’t care.

“COME ON, LUKE!” he yelled, pushing me down and straddling me. He started punching me.

“DRAVEN, GET OFF OF ME!” I cried. “FUCK YOU! I HATE YOU!”

“YEAH, LUKE, TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU HATE ME!” Draven screamed, hitting me in the face. “COME ON, KILL ME! BEAT ME UNTIL I CAN’T BREATHE!”

“FUCK YOU, DRAVEN!” I cried, tears running down my face, and pushed him off. I punched him over and over, and blood started coming from his mouth.

“YEAH, LUKE, THAT’S IT!” he yelled, spitting blood. “BEAT ME TO A PULP! BEAT ME UNTIL I’M DEAD!”

“SHUT UP, DRAVEN!” I cried, and kicked him in the face. I grabbed him and started choking him, but I didn’t let go.

“Luke,” he wheezed. “You’re doing great.”

I didn’t stop. I choked him harder and harder, until his eyes started rolling into the back of his head.

“L-L-Luke,” he gasped. “L-let go.”

“Shut up, Draven,” I spat, and let go.

“Damn, you’re getting really good at this,” he panted, catching his breath.

“Draven,” I said, looking him in the eye. “You’re an asshole.”

“Yeah, I heard it the first hundred times you said it,” he smiled. “You did well. How do you feel?”

“I feel like punching you in the face.”

“That’s good,” he said, standing up. “Now would you be able to use that energy on Mike?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Probably.”

“Good,” he replied. “But remember, don’t instigate the fight. That’s how you get suspended. But if he starts it, do what you just did to me.”

“I’m not sure if I want to thank you or kick your ass,” I said.

“Both are equally fine with me,” he smirked.

“Thanks,” I said.

“Alright,” he smiled. “Anyway, I heard Sarah was taken to the infirmary.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Shit, Draven, I fucked her up. She was coughing up blood, and her eye was swollen shut.”

“Yeah, Luke, that’s the whole point of beating them up,” he laughed. “Headmaster Wentworth chewed me out for not stopping you. But the other guys saw what you did, and they know not to mess with you now.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” I said.

“Anyway, I’ve gotta go,” Draven said. “Gotta fuck Ashley, I promised her a good beating. Anyway, see ya, Luke,” he said, and left the gym.

—

Before dinner, I went to the infirmary to check up on my slave.

“Can I help you?” the nurse asked, looking up from her desk.

“Yes, I’d like to see my slave,” I replied. “I’m Luke Dunn.”

The nurse looked annoyed. “So let me get this straight. You beat the poor girl half to death, and now you’re here to say hello?”

“Um, no, ma’am,” I stammered. “I-I wanted to see how she was doing.”

“Oh, aren’t you a benevolent salve owner,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Wait here,” she said, and went into the back room. She came out a few minutes later.

“Alright, follow me,” she instructed, and led me back to the room. “Don’t hurt her, please,” the nurse warned, and went back to her desk.

“Hello, Master,” Sarah said, looking at the floor. She was wearing an infirmary gown.

“Hi,” I smiled. “I, uh, just wanted to check up on you.”

“I’m fine, sir,” she said, her face expressionless. “I was very happy to serve you earlier today. And, um, you did well.”

“I’m so sorry about what I did, Sarah,” I apologized. “Draven had told me that-”

“Please, Master, don’t apologize,” she said, still not looking at me. “It’s my pleasure to serve you. It’s what I live for. It’s what I’ll die for. I love what you did to me. It was an honor.”

“Sarah, don’t say that,” I pleaded.

“Sir, it’s the truth,” she said, finally looking me in the eyes. “Please don’t worry about me. I’m worthless, and my only purpose is to serve you. Please, enjoy your dinner. Thank you for checking on me.”

“O-okay,” I stuttered. “Um, I know I’m not supposed to thank you, but here I am. Thank you for teaching me to be a proper slave owner, Sarah.”

“Thank you, Master,” she said, smiling. I leaned closer to her, put my hand on her chin, and kissed her on the lips.

“Feel better,” I whispered. As I looked down on her beaten body, I realized how lucky I was to have a slave that actually taught me to become a slave owner. And it made me feel like a monster, and like a god, all at the same time. And damn, I don’t know how to describe the feeling, but it was a good one.

—

I went to the cafeteria for dinner, and David let me borrow his slave Lacey so I could order food.

“Um, I’ll have a chicken pot pie and grilled fish,” I said.

“Would you like any drinks with that, Master?” Lacey asked.

“No, thanks,” I replied, and she went off to the kitchen.

“Does anyone know how to do the geometry homework?” Nolan asked the rest of the table, as he was scribbling in his notebook. “I’m totally not prepared for the test tomorrow.”

“It’s easy Nolan,” another freshman named Matt said. “Look, if two sides and the included angle of one triangle are congruent to the corresponding parts of another triangle, the two triangles are congruent. Here, look,” he said, pointing at Nolan’s notebook. “That’s the side-angle-side, or SAS postulate. There’s also SSS, AAS, and ASA.”

“Unless there’s ASS, I’m not interested,” David said, leaning back in his chair as he downed his second beer of the night. It’ll never fail to amaze me how the school casually allows 14-year-olds to drink and do drugs in the cafeteria like it’s nothing. Then again, that’s probably the tamest thing we do here.

“Wow, thanks Matt!” Nolan said. “So you’re saying that the two triangles are similar if two pairs of corresponding angles are congruent?”

“Exactly!” Matt cheered. Matthew Penrose is kind of a genius. His father is a physicist and a Nobel Prize winner. He’s the top student in our year.

“Thanks man,” Nolan said. “I wasn’t able to study last night because my slave and I were…”

“Nope, don’t want to hear it!” David interrupted while eating his meal. “I don’t need to hear about what fucked-up scat play you did while I’m eating.”

“Suit yourself!” Nolan laughed. “I’m just saying, you never know how good it is until you try it! Anyway, Luke, where’s your slave?”

“She was sent to the infirmary after class today,” I replied. “She, uh, didn’t make it through the lesson.”

“Damn Luke, that’s great!” Ryan cheered. Everyone else looked concerned, but not Ryan. “Dude, the way you whipped her was so hot. It’s the most brutal beating I’ve ever seen in my life. And now she’s in the infirmary?” he smiled, taking another sip of beer. “Awesome.”

“Yeah,” I replied. “It was something else.”

“Yeah, what was that all about?” Nolan asked. “I mean, more power to you dude, but damn.”

“Oh, yeah, I was just teaching the worthless slut a lesson,” I sneered. “I wanted her to learn that it’s not okay to text her friends while she has a cock in her mouth.” I didn’t want the other guys to think I was scared, so I put on the tough guy act again.

“You mean like what your girlfriend was doing last week?” Will smiled. “The selfies she took while deepthroating you have made the rounds. Check it out!” Will took out his phone and showed everyone the pics of Sophie blowing me last week.

“Damn, you’re girlfriend’s a whore,” Connor laughed. “You’re a lucky man, Luke.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” I replied. “Well, at least we never made it official. But what even does ‘official’ mean around here? They know we fuck our slaves. It’s not like they don’t know we’re fucking them. So, is she my girlfriend? Maybe. I don’t know.”

“Well, either way, you’re one lucky bastard,” Nolan said. “I wonder if her ex-boyfriend Mike knows about these pictures?”

Oh shit. I didn’t even think of that. If Will got those pictures, I’m sure Mike did too. But I need to act tough. “Mike can kiss my ass,” I shrugged. “You know, after Sophie finishes eating it!” All the guys laughed at that.

—

After dinner, Will, David and I walked back together to the freshmen dorms.

“So are you guys going to the homecoming dance next week?” Will asked.

“Um, what dance?” I asked.

“Didn’t Draven tell you about it in Slave Training 101 today?” Will replied. “Alumni are coming in next week, Silvergrove High plays Elmridge, and then there’s the dance.”

“Draven and I were a bit… preoccupied in class today,” I reminded him. “Why does it matter if Silvergrove High is playing?”

“Well Masters High doesn’t have sports teams since there are only 80 of us in the entire school,” David said. “So athletes from our school play for Silvergrove High. It’s a pretty good deal. I’m on their freshman football team. I think Mike’s on their varsity team. Maybe in the winter you should try out for their hockey team.”

“Yeah, maybe,” I replied. “Anyway, what’s the deal with the dance?”

“The alumni come in and bring their wives and their sex slaves and everything,” Will explained. “And they basically give us money to party and stuff. And as you can imagine, it’s not like a typical high school party. We drink a ton, take drugs, have orgies, and do some crazy shit! Basically, a bunch of rich kids have sex in a fancy location.”

“Sounds awesome,” I said.

“It will be dude!” Will smiled. “James was telling me during his freshman year homecoming dance, he ended up gangbanging five of the alumni’s slaves. And one alumni was a pedophile or something, so he gave James $250,000 to film it! Can you believe that?” Will laughed.

“Wow, that’s crazy,” I said.

“Yeah,” David said. “Good place to make connections too. Especially for someone like you Luke, since you’re…”

“…new money,” I finished his sentence. “Yeah, I get it.”

As we approached the doors to the freshman dorms, I couldn’t believe my eyes. There was Sophie, standing there in her school uniform, looking as gorgeous as ever.

“Hey Luke!” she smiled and waved.

“Oh, hey Sophie,” I said, surprised to see her there. “Um, guys, this is Sophie Hines.”

“Hi Sophie,” David said, and extended his hand. “I’m David Webber. Luke’s been talking about you all week, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“I’m Will Hale!” Will said. “Luke’s also showed us your-” I elbowed him before he could finish his sentence.

“Great to meet you guys!” Sophie beamed. “I’ve heard a lot about you two. David, is it true that your father owns a brothel in Hollywood?”

“Yep!” David replied, his ego growing even more. “All the actors, directors, producers, and CEOs go there and have sex with underage girls for hundreds per hour. Any Hollywood conspiracy you can think of, that’s where the magic happens.”

“That’s so cool!” Sophie said. “And Will, Luke tells me that your family supplies Mexican cartels.”

“Yep,” Will smiled. “Heroin, meth, cocaine, weed. You name it, we supply it!”

“Oh, be careful now!” she smiled. “My dad’s the Secretary of State, he might put a stop to it!” We all laughed at that. We all knew by now that everyone here is a connected bastard and everyone’s colluding.
“So Sophie, uh – what are you doing here?” I asked.

“Well…” she said, rubbing her arm along mine. “I was hoping we could… you know…” she smiled, looking toward the ground.

“Uh, yeah,” I smiled. Oh my god, is she asking what I think she’s asking?

“Um, Luke, we’re gonna head inside,” Will said. “Sophie, it’s been a real pleasure. Luke, see you tomorrow, buddy.”

“Later,” I replied, waving goodbye to Will and David as they entered the freshmen dorms.

“So…” Sophie purred. “Word has it you’ve been a real tough guy today. Even got your slave bruised enough to go into the infirmary,” she said, biting her lips.

“Uh, yeah,” I smiled. “How did you hear about that?”

“One of your classmates Ryan posted a vid on his EliteSphere,” Sophie said. EliteSphere is kind of like the Instagram for Masters and Millis kids. We’re free to post whatever fucked-up shit we want there without worrying about the consequences. “And, Luke, it was so hot. Watching you beat your slave like that was so sexy.”

“Thanks,” I blushed.

“And,” she continued, pulling out her phone. “Some guy named Logan posted a video of Draven teaching you how to fight.”

“Oh, great,” I sighed, looking at the video. It looks like Logan was hiding behind the bleachers the whole time, recording us so that he could upload it. I bet Draven told him to do it so the video would psyche everyone out. I watched the video of me punching and swearing at my mentor, making him bleed.

“No, Luke, don’t get upset,” she assured. “They all think you’re badass, they all fear you. And, um,” she said, putting her phone back into her pocket, and getting closer to me, her huge tits pressed against me. “It turns me on.”

“Sophie, wow,” I said. Holy shit, this is happening.

“Come on,” she smiled, biting her lips and leading me by the hand, signaling for me to open the door to the dorms. I took out my key card, and opened the door. We walked through the hallways and arrived at my room. My dick was already rock hard thinking about what was about to happen. I opened the door and let her inside, the room empty with Sarah in the infirmary. She immediately jumped on my bed, and pulled me on top of her. Our bodies were grinding against each other.

“Luke,” she breathed, kissing my lips. She ran her fingers through my hair, and bit my bottom lip. She kissed me deeper. Our tongues were dancing, exploring each other’s mouths.
“Sophie,” I panted, kissing her neck. Her perfume was driving me insane. She pulled off my tie and started unbuttoning my shirt. Once my shirt was off, she began sucking on my nipples, licking them and biting them.

“Fuck, Sophie,” I panted. She smiled.

“Luke, I want you inside me,” she whispered, unbuckling my pants. “The way you beat your slave today, and the way Draven was teaching you how to fight…” she moaned, stroking my dick through my boxers. “It was so fucking sexy.”

“Sophie,” I panted, running my hands up her thigh, lifting up her skirt.

“Luke, do whatever you want to me,” she begged. “I’m yours.”

“Sophie, fuck,” I moaned, reaching under her skirt, feeling her smooth, perfect ass. She pulled off her shirt, revealing her luscious breasts and her pink bra. She lifted her hips as I took off her panties, and slid her skirt off. Her pussy was completely hairless.

“Luke,” she begged, running her fingers through my hair as she kissed my lips. “Please, fuck me.”

I pulled down my boxers as she unclipped her bra and threw it across the room. I got on top of her, pushed myself into her, and started fucking her.

“Oh Luke, yes,” she panted. “Harder, fuck me harder.”

“Fuck, Sophie,” I grunted, picking up my speed.

“Luke, yes,” she moaned, biting my shoulder. “I love it, keep going. Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop. Fuck, Luke, I’m your slut.”

“Sophie, holy shit,” I panted. “That pussy is tight.”

“Luke, harder, please,” she begged, clawing my back. “God, you’re such a stud. Keep going.”

“Sophie, fuck,” I moaned. “You’re so tight.”

“I have an idea,” she panted. She flipped me over onto my back and got on top of me.

“Sophie, god,” I moaned, feeling her warm, tight pussy enveloping me.

“Luke,” she moaned, riding me, her huge tits bouncing up and down. I grabbed her ass, squeezing it, smacking it, and started thrusting into her.

“Luke, yes,” she breathed, leaning forward, her tits in my face. I sucked on her nipple, biting it. “Oh yeah, suck on my tits, baby,” she purred.

“Sophie, god, you feel so good,” I panted, biting her neck. “Mmm, talk dirty to me.”

“Oh yeah?” she smiled, her face inches from mine. “You like it when I tell you how much of a stud you are?” she said, and I started thrusting faster to those words. “You like it when I tell you how much of a strong, dominant man you are? A man who can beat his slave until she’s coughing up blood while she screams in agony, and then beat his mentor until he’s bleeding and can’t breathe?” she smiled, her tits bouncing in my face.

“Fuck, Sophie, keep going,” I begged, pounding her harder.

“Oh, Luke,” she moaned, her nails digging into my chest. “Do whatever you want to me,” she pleaded. “I’m yours. You can use me however you want. You can fuck me and beat me, or make me choke on your big fat cock, or watch me beat your slave until she cries. Now talk dirty to me, baby!”

“You’re such a dirty girl,” I said, smacking her ass as I pumped into her pussy. “A spoiled little princess, used to getting whatever she wants.”

“Yes, Luke,” she panted, grinding her hips against me. “I’m such a daddy’s girl!”

“Tell me, Sophie,” I grunted, slapping her ass, and grabbing a fistful of her hair. “Tell me who your daddy is. Because tonight it’s not the Secretary,” I said, before kissing her hard, our tongues dueling.
“MMPH!” she moaned into my mouth, before breaking away. “Luke, fuck, you’re my daddy! You’re my daddy, Luke! I’m your spoiled little princess and you can do whatever the fuck you want to me!”
“Sophie, god,” I panted, feeling myself about to burst.

“Luke, yes, cum inside your princess,” Sophie moaned. “Fill up my pussy, Luke. Imagine impregnating your princess. Imagine filling your princess up with your seed. Cum inside me, Luke! I’m your personal baby factory! USE ME!”

“Sophie, god,” I panted, her words pushing me over the edge. “Fuck!”

“YES, LUKE!” Sophie screamed. “YES! YES! FILL ME UP! OH MY GOD, YES! OHHH LUKE, FUCK!”

We laid in each other’s arms, panting and sweating. Sophie was still on top of me, her hair a mess, sweat beads dripping from her forehead.

“Sophie, that was amazing,” I smiled, kissing her on the lips. “Um, you ARE on the pill though, right?”

“Yes, Luke,” she laughed. “I’m not trying to get pregnant. But god, imagining filling up your princess is such a turn on,” she smiled, running her fingers through my hair.

“Sophie, wow,” I breathed. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Luke, you’re amazing,” she smiled, and kissed me on the lips. “Seriously, I was dripping wet when I saw the videos today. Seeing you beat your slave got me so wet. I fingered myself twice today at the thought of it. And Draven, holy shit, Luke,” she whispered, her tits pressed against me. “Seeing Draven teach you how to fight turned me on so much. God, Luke, you’re such a stud. And seeing the way the way the other boys are afraid of you after today? Sexy,” she breathed, biting my ear.

“Sophie, wow, thank you,” I blushed, kissing her.

“Luke, when are we going to make things official?” Sophie asked, getting on top of me.

“Official?” I asked, running my hands up her thigh.

“Yeah,” Sophie smiled, rubbing her hand against my torso. “Are you my boyfriend? Are we going to be exclusive, Luke? Or am I just going to be a booty call?”

“Sophie, of course I want you to be my girlfriend,” I said. “But I’m not sure how that really works. Um, I’ve never uh -”

“Been in a relationship?” Sophie giggled, flipping her hair.

“Yeah,” I admitted.

“Oh, Luke,” Sophie smiled, stroking my chin. “It’s simple, really. You just spend time with the person, and do things together. Like we go out on dates and everything. You can take me out to dinner…” she said, kissing me. “…and to the movies…” another kiss. “…and shopping…” another kiss. “…and back to your bedroom…” another kiss.

“Sophie,” I smiled. “I’d love to be your boyfriend, officially.”

“Yay!” Sophie exclaimed, kissing me. “That makes me so happy,” she said, straddling me and hugging me. “Does that mean I get to stay the night?”

“Of course,” I smiled, kissing her neck.

“Luke, wow,” Sophie smiled, laying on top of me. “Just thinking about being your girlfriend is making me horny again.”

“Well, that can be fixed,” I smirked, squeezing her ass.

—

Sophie and I woke up in my bed the next morning. We made love one more time before she left. The guys all cheered for me in the cafeteria for breakfast. The school day went ok; with Sarah still in the infirmary, Draven and I spent Slave Training 101 class sparring again, my newfound confidence making it much easier. The geometry test was a breeze; it’s a lot easier to do well when you know you have a hot girlfriend waiting for you. I was the first one out of class. But as I walked down campus to get to lunch, that confidence came to a halt.

“So, you’re the new boy toy,” a heard a voice say. I turned around, and saw him leaning against a tree, arms crossed: Michael Stone himself.

“Mike, um, hi,” I greeted him. Fuck, he was intimidating. He was way taller and more muscular than me, and he looked pissed.

“Luke Dunn,” he said, getting off the tree. “Sophie’s new boy toy. Didn’t anyone tell you not to fuck an RG that’s older than you?”

“Um, Mike, listen,” I stammered. “Me and Sophie, uh, we’re-”

“Save it,” he spat, getting closer to me. His muscles flexed as his fists tightened. “You’ve humiliated me, Dunn. Do you know how it feels to have your girlfriend hook up with some new money freshman? You’re a nobody. And now you’re fucking the girl who broke my heart? Now, Dunn,” he sneered, getting even closer, his chest pressed against mine. “You’re going to pay. And there’s nothing Sophie will do about it.”

“Mike, wait,” I protested, but Mike grabbed me and slammed me against a tree.

“NO, YOU’LL WAIT, LUKE!” he shouted. He was breathing heavily, his face red.

“Mike, let go of me,” I commanded, trying to sound tough.

“Or WHAT, Luke?” he seethed, slamming my head against the tree. Shit, Draven wasn’t kidding about Mike.

“Mike, let go,” I repeated, squirming.

“What, are you gonna beat me up, Luke?” he asked sarcastically. “Are you gonna call Draven and beat me until I can’t move?” he laughed.

“Maybe, Mike,” I said, squirming from his grip. “Maybe I’ll beat you up and beat you until your slaves have to take you to the infirmary. Then no RG will date your sorry ass.”

“SHUT UP, LUKE!” he cried, and punched me in the face. Shit, Draven, help! Mike punched me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of my lungs. He punched me across the jaw.

“Is this what Draven taught you?” Mike seethed, punching my rib. “How to cower and cry when someone hits you?”

“Fuck you, Mike,” I spat, spitting blood. Mike punched me across the face, and then punched me in the stomach. He punched me in the nose, and blood started pouring from it. Mike punched me across the face, and my head started spinning. Mike grabbed me by the collar, and slammed my head against the tree. He punched my eye, and kicked me in the knee. Mike was foaming at the mouth, he was so angry. “FUCK YOU, LUKE! YOU PIECE OF SHIT, NEW MONEY LOSER! HOW DARE YOU FUCK MY GIRLFRIEND, YOU PIECE OF SHIT! YOU HAVEN’T EARNED ANYTHING IN YOUR LIFE, YOU PATHETIC PUNK! YOU’RE NOTHING!” he screamed, punching me in the face.

I’ve had it. “YOUR girlfriend?” I asked. “Last I checked, she dumped your pathetic ass. She chose ME, because she knows what a weak piece of shit YOU are!” I said, and spit blood in his face. Then, with all my might, I headbutted him. Mike’s grip loosened, but he wasn’t down. So I kneed him in the crotch and punched him across the jaw. Mike fell to the ground.

“YOU FUCKING PUNK!” he screamed, and tried kicking my feet out from under me. I stepped to the side, and he tripped. I stomped his back and kicked him in the face.

“FUCK YOU!” Mike screamed, and grabbed my leg, making me fall to the ground. He punched me in the chest. He punched my face over and over, and blood was dripping everywhere, from both of us. Mike grabbed me by the hair, and slammed my head against the ground. He kicked my rib, and punched my eye. He pinned me on the ground, and then, he pulled out a switchblade. “You think you’re tough shit, Luke?” he taunted, and punched me across the face. Mike was straddling me, and had his blade against my throat. “You think you’re gonna beat ME up, new money pussy boy?” he laughed, pressing his blade deeper into my skin, drawing blood. Mike punched me across the face, and the world was going dark.

“Fuck… you… Mike,” I gasped, trying with all my strength not to pass out.

“You’re a dead man, Luke,” he seethed, raising his knife.

“No… I’m… NOT!” I yelled, and kicked him in the balls. Mike dropped his knife, and rolled off of me. I grabbed the knife, and got up.

“Mike,” I said, wiping the blood off my face. “This ends NOW.”

“FUCK YOU!” Mike screamed, and swept his foot, tripping me. He quickly grabbed my legs, and trapped them. Fuck, it’s a figure-four leg lock. Draven taught me this. He’s gonna break my leg.
“NO YOU DON’T!” I cried, and stabbed him in the leg. Mike screamed, and let go of my legs. Fuck, the switchblade is stuck. Mike’s leg is gushing blood. Mike punched me across the face. He ripped the blade out of his leg, and raised his knife.

“FUCK YOU, LUKE!” Mike cried, and plunged his knife toward my stomach. But instinctively, I grabbed his wrist with both hands, stopping the knife just inches away from my body. Mike pushed against my hand, the blade dangerously close to my gut. Blood was dripping all over me as I stopped the blade with all of my strength. With my free hand, I punched him across the face. Mike was weakening. I punched him again, and again. He was struggling. Fuck, the blade was getting closer. My hand was slipping. But with a final push, I knocked the blade out of his hands. Mike punched my face over and over, but the blood loss was getting to him. His punches were weakening. With all the strength I could muster, I flipped him over, and punched him across the face, over and over.

“FUCK YOU, MIKE!” I yelled, punching him across the jaw.

“Luke… please,” he begged, coughing up blood.

“FUCK… YOU!” I screamed, kicking him over and over. Mike was motionless, his face bloodied and bruised.

“Luke,” a voice said. I felt a hand on my shoulder. Draven.

“Draven,” I wheezed, still kicking Mike.

“Luke, stop,” Draven instructed, grabbing my shoulder. “He’s passed out. You’ve won.”

“Fuck, Draven,” I said, still breathing heavily. “Fuck.”

“Shit,” Draven said, looking at Mike’s unconscious body. “Luke, are you alright?”

“No,” I panted, spitting out blood.

“Damn, Luke,” Draven admired. “You kicked his ass.”

“Draven, fuck,” I wheezed. Everything was spinning. My legs were wobbly. Draven put his arm around me, and sat me on the grass.

“Here,” Draven said, handing me a bottle of whiskey. I drank it. “Damn, Luke,” Draven admired. “Mike’s a tough motherfucker. This is the first time someone’s beaten his ass. And you did it as a freshman. Good job, Luke.”

“Thanks,” I smiled.

That’s when the cavalry came in. Guys from all over the school walked up, nurses, and… the Headmaster.

“Take him to the infirmary,” the Headmaster instructed the nurses, pointing to Mike. “And you, Mr. Dunn,” he said, glaring at me. “My office. NOW.”

—

I sat in the reception outside the Headmaster’s office. My nose was broken. One eye was swollen. My lip was cut. My ribs were bruised. I scanned the room, and saw portraits of the previous Headmasters, dating back to the founding of Masters High in 1878. But the three most recent portraits stood out the most: “Dr. Frederick Wentworth, Headmaster, 1942-1978”; “Dr. Edgar Wentworth, Headmaster, 1978-1994”; and finally, “Dr. Alastair Wentworth, Headmaster, 1994-present.”

“Mr. Dunn,” the secretary said. “The Headmaster will see you now.”

“Thanks,” I said, walking into the office. The Headmaster’s office was massive and ornate. Paintings of past alumni, bookshelves lined with ancient texts, and a huge desk. Not to mention a naked woman in the corner, whose entire role seems to be sitting quietly and waiting to suck the Headmaster’s cock. And one the desk had a giant, gold nameplate: “DR. ALASTIR WENTWORTH.”
“Sit, Mr. Dunn,” the Headmaster instructed. “Bethany, leave us. And bring me a bottle of whiskey and ice.”

“Yes, Headmaster,” Bethany said, leaving the office.

“Headmaster, thank you for seeing-”

“SILENCE, Mr. Dunn,” the Headmaster interrupted, glaring at me. Damn, he’s terrifying. “Mr. Dunn, do you care to explain why I found you beating Mr. Stone, stabbing him, nearly killing him? And just a day after you beat your slave so hard she landed in the infirmary?”

“Respectfully sir, he started it,” I said. “I was walking to the cafeteria, and he jumped me. He had a knife, sir.”

“And how did the knife end up lodged into his leg?”

“Sir, he lunged it at me, and I grabbed it,” I explained. “It was totally self-defense. I would be dead if I hadn’t stabbed him. Sir.”

“Mr. Dunn, that’s not a satisfactory answer,” the Headmaster snapped. “What did you do to instigate this fight? Why did Mr. Stone attack you?”

“Sir, he’s upset that I’m dating his ex-girlfriend from Millis Prep.”

“Oh Christ, this is about an RG,” the headmaster said, putting his hands on his forehead. “Mr. Dunn, I specifically instructed our Slave Training 101 teacher, your mentor Draven Sterling, and our senior mentors to keep you out of trouble, and to prevent this from happening.”

“Yes sir,” I replied. “Draven warned me about hooking up with an upperclassman RG-”

“So why didn’t you listen?” he said, getting angry. “Mr. Dunn, anything your mentor tells you should be taken as an order, unless a faculty member contradicts him. Mr. Sterling instructed you not to fuck the RG, so why didn’t you listen?”

“Because Sophie Hines is smoking hot, and she’s my girlfriend,” I blurted out. As the words came out of my mouth, I realized that was a stupid answer.

“EXCUSE ME, Mr. Dunn?” the Headmaster seethed, his eyes wide. Holy shit, he’s pissed. “So you disobeyed direct orders because your penis was thinking for you? Mr. Dunn, as a Masters Boy, you’re expected to show the utmost respect for the rules and follow them. If you can’t follow rules, then this school will eat you alive. Mr. Dunn, this is unacceptable. Furthermore, you’ve nearly killed a Masters Boy, which is grounds for expulsion. Unless…” he glared at me, his eyes cold.

“Unless what, sir?” I gulped.

“Unless… Mr. Dunn,” he said, his fists tightening. “You can prove to me that you are an asset to Masters High, and that this school was correct in admitting a worthless new money brat like you.”

“Sir, how can I do that?” I asked.

“Mr. Dunn,” the Headmaster glowered. Bethany entered the room, carrying a bottle of whiskey and ice. “Ice and whiskey for Dr. Wentworth, sir,” she said, and bowed, sitting back in her chair.

“Very good, Bethany,” the Headmaster said. He poured a glass of whiskey, and handed it to me. “Are you aware of the upcoming homecoming ceremony?”

“Yes, sir,” I replied.

“Good,” the Headmaster sneered. “During the homecoming ceremony, we host hundreds of alumni. They bring their sex slaves and everything. The alumni donate millions every year, and they do so willingly because of what the homecoming ceremony provides them. But they demand a certain quality of entertainment, and the school’s reputation will be ruined if the alumni aren’t happy.”

“I understand, sir,” I replied.

“So Mr. Dunn,” the Headmaster sneered, leaning back in his chair. “If you can satisfy the alumni, and individually raise $100 million during the homecoming ceremony, then your actions won’t result in expulsion.”

“$100 million?!” I exclaimed. “Sir, that’s impossible.”

“It certainly won’t be easy,” the headmaster conceded. “You might have to be a bit… open to new things,” he smiled.

“Open to what, sir?” I asked.

“These men have a power fetish,” the headmaster said. “It’s fun to take control over a slave girl, but what’s really fun is taking control over a wealthy young and powerful man, such as yourself. Mr. Dunn, these alumni, they’re all domination freaks. You might have to serve them if they desire it. You might have to subject yourself to torture, if that’s what the alumni wants.”

“But Headmaster, that’s sick!” I exclaimed.

“Maybe so, Mr. Dunn,” the headmaster replied. “But if you want to stay in the greatest school in the world, and avoid expulsion, and maintain your relationships with your slave, your girlfriend, and your mentor, then you’ll have to do this.”

“Sir, this can’t be legal,” I protested. When I said that, both the headmaster and his slave laughed.

“Legal?” the Headmaster laughed. “Mr. Dunn, have you forgotten that sex slavery isn’t legal? Have you forgotten that all of your classmates torment their slaves? Have you forgotten that we don’t abide by the laws here at Masters High?”

“Yes, sir, but-”

“Mr. Dunn, Masters Boys are some of the most connected people in the world, and we have many powerful connections,” the Headmaster interjected. “Masters Boys have the ability to ruin lives. They can end political careers. They can destroy countries if they so desire. And the alumni here are the wealthiest and most powerful men on Earth. Do you really think that the state of Connecticut is going to risk arresting any alumni here for sexual abuse?”

“No, sir,” I gulped, taking a sip of whiskey.

“So Mr. Dunn, have we come to an understanding?” the Headmaster smiled, and extended his hand.

“Yes sir,” I sighed, shaking his hand.

“Excellent,” the Headmaster smiled. “Bethany, record a video on the phone, and have Luke say this: ‘Alumni, I look forward to serving your every need during homecoming.’”

“Yes, Headmaster,” Bethany replied, and recorded the video on his iPhone.

“Bethany, send that out to all the alumni, and make sure they see it,” the Headmaster ordered. “And Luke, go back to class.”

“Yes, Headmaster,” I said, defeated. Fuck.

“Have a great day, Luke,” the Headmaster smiled.

—

“It’s total bullshit!” I said. David, Will and I were hanging out in David’s dorm room. David was fucking his slave Lacey while Will and I played video games. “I’m the one who gets jumped by a psycho, but I’m the one getting punished because I ‘didn’t follow a direct order’ or whatever.”

“You may be powerful Luke,” David said, while fucking Lacey in the ass. “But the son of the Anchorage Ice Guardians owner is nothing compared to the son of a wealthy Texan oil baron. You may be tougher than Mike, but those with more connections will always come out on top. Ain’t that right, bitch?” he asked Lacey.

“Yes Master, you are superior,” Lacey whimpered. David had a leash wrapped around her neck, and was pulling on the leash. “You will always be superior to be, Master. Please choke me harder.”

“See, Luke?” David smiled. He was balls deep while choking her, and pulled on the leash as hard as he could, making her gasp. “Slaves are pathetic. They crave control and pain. Slaves are inferior. And unfortunately, the headmaster sees you the same way I see Lacey here. You’re a pathetic, low-class, new money nobody. And the headmaster can’t have someone like you fuck up his precious reputation, so he’ll do whatever he can to put you back in line.”

“Fuck,” I sighed. David was probably right.

“Luke, cheer up!” Will smiled, passing the blunt to me. “At least you got a hot girlfriend out of all of this. Plus, fuck Mike, he got what he deserved. That fucking prick.”

“Yeah, thanks Will,” I smiled.

“Luke, don’t sweat this,” David said, pulling the leash again. Lacey moaned. “Mike is a sore loser, and he attacked you. You defended yourself, and you kicked his ass. But alas, the school needs rich sons of oil barons more than it needs hockey players from Bumfuck, Alaska.”

“Thanks David,” I smiled, hitting the blunt.

“So David,” Will said, pausing the game. “Are you going to share your slave with us? Poor Luke here has had a bad week.”

“I guess,” David smiled, and pulled out of Lacey, releasing the leash. Lacey was gasping for air, and immediately got on her hands and knees, ready to pleasure her masters. “Think you can handle three boys at once, bitch?” he asked her.

“Oh yes, Master,” Lacey replied, smiling. “I’m your slut, and I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Damn, David,” Will laughed, taking off his shirt. “This bitch is thirsty.”

“Yeah,” I said, doing the same. “So what hole can I use?”

“Whichever you want, bro,” David told me. “You had a rough week, and next week will be even worse for you. Consider this my pity gift.”

“Thanks David,” I smiled. Will and David had their pants down, and were stroking their cocks. I took my pants off, went behind Lacey, and – without warning – jammed myself into her asshole.

“AAAHHHH!” Lacey screamed. “Master, oh yes. Thank you, Master, thank you for filling my ass. Thank you for stretching out my ass. Oh god, Lu- Master, it feels so good.”

“That’s the way, bro!” David smiled. He pulled on Lacey’s hair and forced her mouth onto his cock. As I fucked her ass, Will slid into her pussy.

“MMMPH!” Lacey moaned, as all three of her holes were being violated by us studs. She was screaming in pleasure. We fucked her faster, our dicks sliding in and out of her.

“Man David, you weren’t kidding when you said she was a screamer!” Will laughed.

“Yeah,” David laughed. “She loves screaming. Come on bitch, moan louder. Beg for it. Moan like a whore!”

“MMMM! AHHH! YES, MASTER! OH GOD MASTER, YES!” Lacey screamed, our dicks fucking her. Her eyes rolled back. Her tongue was out.

“Damn, David,” Will laughed. “You train her well.”

“Thanks bro,” David smiled, pulling on the leash. Will was stroking her hair while fucking her. I smacked her ass and squeezed her tits.

“MASTER, THANK YOU FOR FILLING ALL OF MY – MMPH,” she couldn’t finish her sentence as David stuck his 7-inch cock back into her throat.

“I prefer it when she can’t talk!” David laughed. All three of us were fucking her faster and faster, and Lacey was drooling all over David’s dick. Fuck, her asshole was TIGHT!

“Oh fuck,” I moaned. “Her ass is so fucking tight. How is it not stretched open by all the times you’ve fucked her with your huge dick?” I asked David.

“I dunno, Luke,” David shrugged. “Guess she’s just made for anal. Fuck, she’s gonna make me bust!”

“Bust in her mouth!” Will laughed, pounding her pussy. “Bitch deserves it for being a poor skank!”

“Ahhh, Lacey,” David smiled, and pulled on the leash, choking her. “Your slutty mouth is amazing. Drink my cum, slut. Swallow my seed.”

“MMMPH!” Lacey moaned, choked on David’s dick.

“FUCK LACEY, SWALLOW IT!” David screamed. David was moaning and panting, and a few seconds later, his eyes rolled back and his seed shot into her mouth. Lacey moaned as she swallowed David’s load.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum too!” I announced, my hands on her hips as I pounded her ass.

“Wait,” Will smiled. He pulled out of her pussy and shoved his dick in her mouth. “Luke, let’s have her suck our cocks at the same time, and we can both bust on her face!”

“Fuck yeah!” I smiled, and pulled out of her. She held both dicks in her hands, alternating between sucking them.

“MMMM!” she moaned, her tongue running up and down our shafts. “Oh Masters, please cum on my face! Make me your whore! Use your slut!”

“UGHHH, FUCK!” we moaned at the same time, and busted on her face, coating her face with our loads. Lacey moaned as our cum dripped down her face, and she scooped up some cum, sticking her fingers into her mouth.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Will said, still jerking his cock. “What do you think Lacey?” he smiled. “Whose cum are you eating, mine or Luke’s?”

“Mmmm whoever’s jizz is it, it’s like the nectar of the gods,” Lacey moaned, licking her fingers clean.

If this isn’t true friendship, then I don’t know what is!