The eight recruits lined up against the wall – naked with their arms tied above their heads.
It was 6am.
“Are the rules clear, my darlings?” I asked, scornfully looking over the awkward sub-boys-in-training.
I cracked my whip loudly. The sound echoed through the room, making some of the boys jump nervously.
They all nodded obediently. Even the bratty Number 5. He clearly learned his lesson.
“You all signed the consent form prior to entering. I hope you read it carefully as you were told. Today’s contest is simple: whichever one of you lasts the longest will win. Your reward? One hour with me in a scene of your choosing, selected from the list of pre-approved options listed in Chapter 2 of your handbooks… Is that clear?”
The boys nodded eagerly. It was a significant reward and they all wanted it. Most of them have never had the privilege of being with a real Mistress before – they have only dreamt about it. They all worked very hard to be accepted into the prestigious Sub Academy; its reputation and prestige were well-known in the community. Those who successfully completed the two months of training gained entry to the famed Graduation Ceremony where Mistresses from all over came to audition the graduates to see if they wanted to “adopt” any of the new sub-boys.
They all wanted today’s prize so badly; to finally feel what it feels like…
“Bring in the slaves!” I ordered, and the large bodyguard dressed from head-to-toe in leather opened the door.
Eight well-built male slaves entered, all wearing leather shorts, boots, and upper-body harnesses. Their faces were covered in leather masks of varying designs. The bulky figures towered over the sub-boys-to-be, lining up in front of them.
“Take off their cages!” I instructed, and the slaves skillfully removed the metal chastity cages, placing the pieces on the long table behind them.
“Does that feel good, babies?” I asked, walking down the line. Starting with Number 1, I briefly massaged his flaccid cock with both hands.
The boy nodded fervently. “Yes, Madame.”
I repeated the process down the line. For most of them, it didn’t take much at all to make them fully hard.
“Now – the test is simple,” I explained. “The slaves will each take an automatic milking device and hold it in place over your pathetic cocks. Don’t worry, here at the Sub Academy we obtain only the best quality toys… And the service subs make sure that everything is meticulously cleaned after every session… This is an endurance test. A well-trained subboy should be able to refrain from orgasm until he has been granted permission. Slaves!”
They each took a vibrator and placed it over a recruit’s hard cock.
“Turn it on – Setting 2. Go!” I ordered and the slaves did as they were told.
A wave of moans swept through the room as the first impact shocked them.
“You are very lucky today: I give you all permission to cum… But – it is in your own best interest to hold on as long as you can before doing so. I can assure you it will quickly become very difficult, probably unbearable, to endure the milking machine once you reach that level of sensitivity. Remember, you can tap out any time you want. What’s your safe word?”
