The Making of a Slave - 32. A Slave is Made 

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you

By the time midterms week came around, we had settled into a routine. I was sucking Zack’s dick 5 to 7 times per week. It was almost exclusively at night with the occasional afternoon or morning delight. A few weeks into the semester, he started to hook up with different girls at parties and bring them back to the dorm. This would happen on party nights, usually Friday or Saturday, but on occasion he’d bring someone back on a weekday night. He didn’t have a different girl each time but he never got into a relationship with any of them. It never got past sex hook ups.

The good thing for me on those nights was I‘d have the night off. As much as I liked sucking his dick, it was good to sometimes have a break. It also seemed that he took extra enjoyment in the blow job the day after being with a girl. In a strange way, that made me feel special. It was like only I knew what he wanted and how he liked it done - not those bimbos.

The more I sucked his cock the more practiced I became in reading and anticipating what he wanted. He rarely got rough with me, usually preferring a more sensual slower suck. He liked finishing with his dick inside my mouth. Many times his cum never hit air as I would swallow it as he delivered it. I didn’t like the taste of cum or crave it in any way. It was just another thing I had to do because he wanted it - but I quickly got used to it to the point where I didn’t mind it.

Zack had at least one orgasm per day but it was very different for me. I had a monthly milking appointment at the Spa. After the second time, Zack sent me to go alone and it became routine. I actually got to know Devon very well. The sessions got much quicker. I got used to the process and was in and out in 20 minutes. There was still some soreness but it was very mild and went away the same day.

In between milkings, he’d allow me to jerk off - so it was 2 weeks, milking, 2 weeks jerk off and so on. He picked a different demeaning position each time, such as with his bare feet on my face, or a pair of dirty underwear around my head. He once made me do it with my head in a toilet of his unflushed piss. I know it seems gross but to me it really did deepen the connection between us. It heightened my sense of his power and superiority over me.

Zack did adjust the budget - thankfully I didn’t have to work extra hours to keep the Spa membership, but he did reallocate money that was being used for my benefit. For example, he’d make me get something to eat from the cafeteria - since it was part of the meal plan and no additional cost - even on nights when we went out. This way he wouldn’t have to order a full entrée for me at the restaurant. He'd share his with me or make me eat the scraps that he left behind.

For non food items, rather than buying new for each of us, he’d get it just for himself and give me his hand-me-downs. This worked for shirts, socks, and underwear and similar items.

He would control what I ordered at a restaurant and how many drinks I could have at a party. Sometimes I'd have to finish his drink if he didn't like it or no longer wanted it. Zack wasn't a huge drinker but he would drink enough to get buzzed. I was usually limited to one or two drinks especially if we had to drive. Keg parties were different since once you chipped in you could have as much as you want, but if funds were low he would not allow me to go at all.

The additional slave work for Patrick wasn’t fun. There was a much different feel doing stuff for him than for Zack. There was some resentment when serving him - where with Zack I at least enjoyed knowing I was making his life easier. Patrick continued to get more brazen in his requests. He stopped picking up after himself altogether and became more of a slob (which is difficult since he was pretty sloppy to begin with). Even though I wasn’t serving him directly, he saw me as lower than him too - which is pretty ironic considering he claimed not to understand the relationship.

All in all - he was still friendly and I wasn’t about to complain or burden Zack with anything having to do with Patrick - so I just dealt with it. The good thing was that he was not in any way a ladies man at parties. He and I would hang out once Zack went girl hunting and usually go back to the dorm together. Also, he was bright and we could have intelligent conversation outside of me serving him. However, the hint of lingering awkwardness was always present.

At this point, the process of making the slave was pretty much complete but there were a few more incidents of note that put the finishing touches on our relationship. The first had to do with the spa and the guy that Zack met during my first milking. His name was Ryan and he attended a state college nearby. Ryan was a junior and lived off campus in a house owned by his slave.

Ryan and Zack had exchanged contact information but hadn't talked since that first appointment - until, out of the blue, Zack got a text from him. Ryan had joined a committee responsible for reaching out to members that aren't using the services. He was having a small gathering to discuss how to better take advantage of the membership.

The invitation was for Zack plus one owned being and he accepted. I knew I didn't have a choice, but I was just as curious as nervous. Zack had gotten a tour and he told me about what he saw but I wanted to experience it myself.

It was a Friday night - later into the term. The instructions were to meet at Ryan's house - well actually his slaves house, for a pre-party and that transportation to the spa would be provided. The only other stipulation was that I had to wear a collar - one to which a leash could be attached.

The house was in a suburban setting and pretty nice. It was 2 levels and had an attached two car garage. We parked in the street and walked up.

The door was answered by a totally naked man. He looked like he was in his mid to late 20s, was wearing a collar and had the same chastity device as me. Other than eyebrows and short hair on his head - he was totally smooth. Nothing, not even in the pits or pube area. I did my best to not look like I was staring.

"Hi, my name is Lint," he said. "Please come with me." We both started to move. He looked directly at me and added, "you stay here."

As he walked away, I noticed he was wearing a butt plug. He showed Zack into the living room where Ryan and someone else was sitting. I could hear them exchange greetings as Lint came back for me. He was carrying a small cloth duffle bag and handed it to me.

He said, "You have to take off every item of clothing and put it in the bag including shoes and socks."

"Ok," I replied as I proceeded to undress while he watched. I put everything in the bag and zipped it up.

"I'll take that," he said, grabbing the bag from my hand. He stepped towards me and started to inspect me. He looked up and down my body - feeling my arms and legs. I had very little body hair but felt like a gorilla standing next to him. He motioned me to turn and inspected my backside. "No butt plug?"

"Um, no," I replied, "I see you have it on. Is that a sure lock?"

"Yes, deluxe," he said, "best on the market." He started walking and said, "follow me. We walked a few steps to a door leading to a basement and I followed him down. Zack, Ryan and whoever the third guy was were all talking and yucking it up.

"Do you need to use the bathroom?" He asked as we reached the landing. It was an unfinished basement with a cement floor and walls and exposed ceiling joists. The lights were on by the stairs but the rest was dim. The floor was clean though and was coated In some type of gray epoxy or thick paint. In one corner there was a toilet with no seat - just the bowl - and next to it on the wall was a water hook up with hoses. There was also a small sink, a towel on a hook and a large floor drain.

"Na, I'm good,' I replied.

"You may want to try and go now anyway," he suggested."

I wasn't sure why he was advising that but my instincts told me to heed it. 'OK, sure,” I said.

He pointed, 'right over there."

I walked over to the toilet to pee when I noticed another guy sitting on a mat just a few feet to the right. He startled me. "Oh, hi," I said as I peed. It felt a little weird to pee in a toilet just out in the open like that and with people watching - but I finished my business quickly.

I flushed and washed my hands in the sink.

"Hello," he replied. "I am Gusano."

I detected a bit of an accent and that English was not his first language. He was skinny with long limbs and hairless - even more so than Lint - all Gusano had was eyebrows and eyelashes. "I'm Weedge," I said as I stuck out my hand to shake but he declined.

Lint had walked over to us and said, "you can take a seat until we're called."

It was a large blue mat maybe 3 inches thick and 4x8. I took a seat next to Gusano and leaned back against the wall.

There was a short awkward silence. I wasn't even sure we were allowed to talk - so I asked, "are we allowed to talk?"

"I wasn't told not to," said Lint.

"Same," I replied.

Gusano pursed his lips, shook his head and remained silent. He sat there holding his knees.

“I guess you're only allowed to give your name, rank and serial number?” I asked.

Gusano smiled and nodded.

"So how long have you been collared?" Lint asked.

"Just over 3 months." I replied. "You?"

"Just over 2 years," said Lint, " but Master just moved in just a few months ago."

"So you own this place?" I asked.

"Well, it's mostly owned by the bank, but yeah," He replied.

"It's really nice," I added. "Was it a big change when he moved in?"

"It was an adjustment, but I had already been serving him in my previous apartment. He was with me when I was looking for houses and was a big part of choosing this one."

"Nice that you can buy a house so young - you must have a good job."

"I'm in finance," replied Lint.

"Oh that's Zack's major," I said.

There was a surprised look on Lint's face and Gusano also looked surprised, "he allows you to call him by his name?" Asked Lint.

"Yes," I replied. "He's not much into the formal stuff."

"Interesting," said Lint. "I would have been punished for that."

"Well, I guess everyone has their own style. At least you're allowed to speak with me. So, what's in store for us tonight. Should I be worried?"

Lint chuckled, "nothing too bad. Master is going to talk about the benefits of a Dungeon membership and we're all going there."

“Do you go there a lot?” I asked.

“We’re there two to three times a week,” replied Lint. “Master is a full certified member.”

“How is that different from the membership we have?” I asked.

He replied, “Yours just allows you to use the Spa services. A full membership gives you access to all the facilities including the dungeon and all the events. There’s a certification process and background check - but if you have been invited to tour, they’ve already done some background work on you.”

“Interesting,” I said. “Are Gusano and his Master members too?”

“No, they’re just like you basic members of the Spa.”

“Have you been to dungeon events? I asked.

Lint nodded, “we’ve been to many…”

As Lint was replying, a voice came over a speaker, “come up, all three of you.”

“Showtime,” said Lint, “let’s go.”

We followed him up the stairs and entered the living room - Gusano and Lint immediately fell to their knees and crawled over to their masters. Not wanting to be the only standing slave, I did the same.

Zack and the other Master were sitting on opposite ends of a three seat couch and Ryan was sitting on a single couch chair to the right of Zack. Lint and Gusano knelt to the right of their masters and I, again, did the same.

Gusano's Master was tall and thin but muscular. He was dark skinned with short cropped hair and had a bit of a stern discriminating look on his face.

Gusano took a glass from his master's hand and held it as Ryan spoke, "We're going to tour the dungeon level and I want to go over a few rules. First, you will all be asked to sign a non disclosure agreement. Slaves will sign one as well but Masters will cosign. You will also be asked to sign and acknowledge the rules list."

Ryan continued, "The rules are simple, 1) once inside, a Slave has no rights and will be disregarded. He will be under the full control of the Master. This applies to any limits you have agreed to - they will not be respected. If the Master wishes to push a limit and asks the staff for assistance they will comply. The staff will only intervene to help a Master. The only exception is if the slave requires medical attention. 2) A slave is not allowed to use any of the facilities or furniture. There is a designated sand area if the slave needs a bathroom. 3) The slave may only stand when in transit or performing a task for the Master. Otherwise he must kneel or otherwise be on the floor. 4) A slave may only speak if spoken to or to carry out a directive from the master. Lastly, a Slave must be collared and leashed at all times unless removed by a master or attendant while performing a procedure. Pretty simple, any questions?"

Ryan paused for a second. I looked around in the moment of silence. Now I know why Lint insisted I use the toilet.

Ryan continued, "in a few minutes a transport van will come to take us over there. The ride is discrete. They'll pull into the garage and close the door to load passengers. At the place they'll enter in the back through an underground ramp and the drop off is directly into the dungeon. If you don't have a garage, the slave can disrobe in the van. If you drive yourself, there's a drop off entrance in the back. A slave can enter in street clothes and use one of the lockers for storage. He will dress on the way out."

"How much is the van service?" Asked Zack.

Before he answered Zack, he motioned to Lint who got up and walked away. "It depends on the distance but It's not cheap. Some people use it for special occasions."

"I guess rich masters," joked Zack.

Lint came back holding something that looked like a huge funnel. It was attached to a clear hose with a mouth piece.

"Yea," replied Ryan as he shifted to the edge of his seat and pulled down the top of his sweats exposing a large uncut cock. Lint held the funnel under Ryan's dick and put the other end in his mouth.

"We just want you to see what's offered and experience it at least once," he said as he started to relieve his bladder.

There was a gap in the conversation - a moment of complete silence in the room followed by the slight grunt you make when you start a pee flow. That was followed by the sound of a piss stream filling a plastic funnel and the sound of swallowing. I was just a foot or two away from this and I heard it very clearly. I could see the piss fill the funnel a dark yellow against white plastic. I could see it flow down the clear tube into Lint's mouth. I could even smell it.

"To be honest," said Ryan as he continued to piss, "one of the reasons I volunteered to do this was so I can get to use the deluxe transport."

He spoke as if nothing was out of the ordinary - as if he was just making conversation with a friend at a public urinal. He delivered the last few drops then slipped his dick back into the sweats. It took Lint another 2 minutes to catch up. I watched the yellow liquid go down in the tube until it completely disappeared making a sound similar to finishing a Slurpee with a straw.

I found it hard to pull my gaze away from it but I did glance over to see a strange grin on Zack's face.

Lint carefully got up holding the funnel and walked out of the room. Ryan He came back and knelt again a few minutes later.

Ryan's phone dinged. He looked at it and said, "they're here."