Knowing Your Classmates – The Academy of Masters and Slaves – CHAPTER 5

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The time has come to go out into the street, the time to go to The Academy of Masters and Slaves. Alex attaches a leash to Marc's collar, just below his chin. They exit through the door and find themselves in a long corridor. While it's true that they are inside, they are in the street; on this planet, you cannot go outside, and all buildings and structures are connected by long passageways.

The boys share the street with the rest of their classmates, so they will study and live together. Three doors in front of them and three behind them, including their own, six in total. Marc, who is very quick with numbers, does the math: twelve classmates. He tries to tell Alex, but the gag in his mouth prevents him; in fact, because of the attempt, a thin stream of clear drool drips from his mouth and splashes the shiny straitjacket that immobilizes his arms.

Alex has done the math too: six masters, six classmates, six possible friends. And six slaves, six objects. Can he use the others? He wouldn't mind giving Marc up in exchange; after all, they are all there to try new things.

The door in front of him opens, and a handsome boy appears on the other side. They smile at each other immediately, and the elegant boy extends his hand.

- Hi, I'm Eric, he says as they shake hands. Eric is tall, dark-haired, and has very well-defined cheekbones and jawline. Just like Alex, he wears a black latex suit that covers almost his entire body. His arms are bare; the suit has straps, and his feet are bare, resting on the floor. He is a slim boy, not very muscular; it is his height and elegance in movement that give him the authority that all masters exude.

- Hi, I'm Alex, he replies, looking him up and down. Alex also observes his slave, who, dragged by a leash around his neck, appears behind Eric. The boy, shorter than his master, wears latex stockings that cover his legs. His torso is bare, and his wrists are handcuffed behind his back. He is even thinner than his master; his ribs stand out through his flesh, easily countable. His collarbone, with his arms forced backward, is also completely defined.

Alex estimates that the boy must weigh around fifty kilos and imagines how easily Eric must manage that bag of bones. His attire is rather simple; an ellipse of leather tied at the nape covers the lower half of his face. Inside, Alex imagines a ball gag or a dildo. The slave has his nipples trapped in metal clamps connected by a thin metal chain. But what truly impresses is a bulky diaper that covers the boy’s genitals.

- Wow, it looks like your slave's diaper is wet, says Alex.

- No way, dude, says Eric. He begged me to let him pee before putting it on; he was embarrassed to be...