The function begins – The Academy of Masters and Slaves – CHAPTER 6

Marc had spent more than an hour trapped in the glass display. Spinning, trapped between three walls. With no room for any movement due to the narrowness of the cubicle, his legs were already tired. To his left was Felipe and to his right the twins, who were in an even worse situation sharing the same space. The body of one of them was pressed against the glass they shared.

His small glass prison was soundproof; he would have spent an hour in the most absolute silence, were it not for the bustling thoughts swirling in his head. Trapped, spinning, Marc could observe the masters moving freely; they enjoyed an abundant buffet of food and drinks, some smoked, chatted freely. He couldn’t hear them, but sometimes he saw them laughing heartily. He deduced that they sometimes talked about him when they pointed at him…

During that time, Marc had to acknowledge that he was terrified. He had been waiting for this day with excitement for years. But only now was he starting to realize his new reality. He was helpless and exposed; nothing he could do or say would save him from what was to come. He loved Álex with all his heart, but he didn’t want their relationship to change. He didn’t want Álex to change; he didn’t want to change. He adored him and wanted to make him happy. But would he be able to? I suppose that’s what the Academy of Masters and Slaves is for, to guide them through that change. That thought calmed him a bit, knowing there would be qualified people to help him.

In one of his routine spins, with his mind submerged in that whirlwind of emotions, Marc observed a door open at the end of the room. He had to wait to complete another turn to discover that two people had entered, a master, tall and sturdy dressed in elegant latex attire, unlike the uniform and smooth suit worn by the rest of his companions. This master wore elegant trousers and military boots, his torso covered in a stylish button-up shirt and his arms covered by a stylish jacket. The latex of that piece was of considerably greater thickness; its burgundy color, its weight, its shine, transmitted an intoxicating power. They were the tutors of his class, his teachers.

The other individual was his slave, evident as he had a tattoo on his forehead, property of master Jorge. A metal collar surrounded his neck, a tiny chastity cage made his penis disappear. And although Marc hadn’t seen it, I’ll tell you, a huge plug filled his ass. As for the rest, he was completely naked, not even gagged. A broad smile adorned his face.

When the glass display stopped spinning, the masters positioned themselves in front of their slaves, and the doors opened. Marc left his spot by stepping down the step and felt the stiffness in his legs from the time he had remained motionless. Álex once again connected a leash to his neck, looking at him with lust. The snap of ...