The room was like a cinderblock. No windows, and a single metal door. The bed was like that of a jail cells, a cot with one flat stained pillow and a thin stained and worn out blanket. There was a small desk used for eating and recreational activities- not that there was much for those. To the left, in the corner closest to the door was a tin bucket, no need to make known of what could be in there.

Sitting on the cot was young man of 18, waiting for the door to be unlocked. Today was his birthday. Today, he would have the hope to be washed, properly dressed and then presented to 10 potential dominants for him. He would be presented to 5 Masters and 5 Mistresses, with hope that he would be picked by one of them- two if he was lucky. His information was posted in the main office of the training house.

The information read as follows:
"Subject Name: CA1N - Cain
  Last Name: N/A
  Date of Birth: December 12th, 2132
  Height: 5'8"
  Age: (recently edited) 18
  Personal Status: Submissive"

Not a lot; just enough that the people of the training house would care to remember and look over. The rest was to asked and answered to the Master(s) or Mistress(es). The subject in question now rubbed the back of his neck. His ownership marks prominent and deep. Submissives weren't given their ownership mark till they were 18, and it was to be done how the Dominant or Dominatrix liked. The marks given to underage Submissives were illegal, and showed if the sub was 'used' or not. Poor Cain had been one of those unfortunate submissives.

The sudden ring and jingle of keys made Cain jump to his feet, standing at attention for whomever was at the other end of the door. The metal door swung open, a guard stood at the end of it, a rectangular box in his hand. Cain bit his lip and slowly approached the man. "This is for you," the guard said gruffly, handing Cain the box. Submissives in the Training houses were granted only one request, that was what they wanted for their 18th birthday upon presentation. This item or variable of value would be theirs and only theirs-unless confiscated by the paired Dominant(s)/Dominatrixes.

Cain gently took the box and opened it rather quickly, knowing to not waste time for the guards. Within the box, was a scaly clad hardcover journal. It's lined pages white as snow, and untouched. Along with the journal, was a packet of three wooden pens. Cain smiled softly and closed the box; holding it close to him before looking up at the guard. The guard himself wasn't a very buff looking man, but he did have enough muscle. His face was neither shaved, nor filled with a beard. His hands seemed rough, calloused. Looking at him closer, Cain noticed the man had a couple veins running along his neck and around the back on one ear that seemed to pop. The man's uniform wasn't one of splendor. It was a rather mundane looking outfit, fit with all the normal necessities one would have if they were apart of the police force. The only distinction was the badges and the items clipped to the man's belt. On the hilt of his belt, was a taser, a gun, and a holder for a canteen flask. The radio was clipped to his shirt, parallel to his badge.

The guard gestured Cain to walk ahead of him, and Cain followed the order silently. He was taken to a room that was pure white, and adored with marble counter tops. Two girls stood in the center of the room, sandwiching what Cain assumed was the tub that all the other submissives before him had been bathed in. To the far wall, atop the counter, next to a large sink, was a change of clothes that Cain assumed he'd be forced into. He gave his gift reluctantly to one of the girls who placed it atop the clothes; the other turned him around and began to undress him. The guard had left not even a minute prior. Once Cain was fully undressed, he got into the ivory tub and waited for the ladies to start washing him. A piece of waterproof gauze was placed around Cain's neck, as to not get his mark wet. He was then pushed more towards the middle of the tub, where both ladies scrubbed the front & back of him. One lady scrubbed his arms and his legs, the other did his ears and his hair. One did down in his lower area, the other, well, no need to further display the picture. Once he was clean, the ladies helped Cain out of the tub and dried him off. They gave him his clothes and helped him dress before handing him back his new journal. They lead him out of the bathroom and down several corridors till they reached the main office of the training house. Cain tensed as the ladies brought him in, before leaving him in the center of the room- closing the door behind them.

The room was silent for a few minutes. Cain slowly lifted his head when he made the conclusion that no one was in the room; a conclusion that was confirmed when he noticed that no one sat in the main office chair. He looked however, when he heard movement coming from the far end of the room, the smell of coffee suddenly hitting his nostrils. A woman entered his line of vision. She was fair skinned, seemingly 6' 0" and her eyes were like a smooth Jade, that popped even more thanks to her mascara. Her chestnut brown hair was up in a tight bun and her lips were colored a simple yet affective red shade. She wore a simple white blouse with a gray pencil skirt that reached mid-calf, and a blazer coat to match. Cain gulped silently. The woman gave him a soft, almost motherlike smile. Her name, was Naomi Jules; or, Mistress Jules as she was addressed by many of the submissives within the training house. Naomi set the coffee down on the desk in the center of the room before standing before Cain. Her smile growing only slightly as she plucked something white out of Cain's hair. "Dandruff," She said,"This is why I always tell Drake to wash you all more often."

Cain swallowed. "You may speak, Cain," Naomi said as she turned to the coffee and took a sip. Cain cleared his throat and bit his lip. "Mistress Jules, where is Master Drake?" Naomi looked over at Cain and gave him a reassuring smile. "He was called away on business this morning before you woke up. He's going to be gone all day." Cain relaxed, hearing that. Lenox Drake was the main 'Master' of the Training house. A CEO, to an extent. He was, to put bluntly, crude with discipline and harsh with praise. The man had a horridly short temper and was only one to have a perverted type of soft spot for the female submissives. Many of the subjects of the training house absolutely loathed him. On the other side was Naomi. She was an angel compared to Lenox, yet not one to shy away from uses of discipline-when needed and saw fit. Having her own few submissives at her own home an hour outside of city limits, she was seen as a or 'the' mother to many of the subjects; Cain included.

Naomi went over to Cain and cupped his face gently, an action to where Cain instinctively replied by nuzzling her palm and kissing it out of respect. "You're leaving today," Naomi said, almost like a whisper,"How does that feel?" Cain held his journal and rubbed his arm. "I'm nervous," he answered,"What if I'm not chosen? I don't want to disrespect you or ruin this house's image.." Naomi stroked his hair gently. "You'll be fine, Cain. And don't worry, I'll be right there with you," She replied,"Besides, I have a good feeling about this group." Cain smiled at her thankfully. The two were silent for a few minutes, taking in the calming silence and accepting the inevitable. "I'm kinda sad to see you go," Naomi said,"You've endured so much and yet. You've been one of the best role models for the others." Cain nodded,"I understand, Mistress." Naomi placed a finger on his lips. "Not today, Cain. Just, Naomi for today, Yea? It's your last day anyway." Cain smiled and nodded. Naomi smiled and hugged him before gently taking his shoulder with a caring hand and leading him to the main room where Cain would be presented to his potential dominants.

The presentation room was a small home theatre type room. There was ten seats that all sat in a half circle in front of a screen. The ladies and gentlemen that were seated in these seats were shown a quick video of the subject being presented, giving off the basic information that was stored in the main office. After the small video, Cain was brought out and shown to the ladies and gentlemen who looked over him. Now, understandably and expectantly, supposedly these chosen would start yelling out prices to try and 'buy' Cain; however, that's not how the paring works. All in all, it was the choice of the Dominant(s) or Dominatrix(es) and the willing acceptance of Cain that sealed a paring. This process, if done right, took only a measly 5-10 minutes. Admittedly, there have been parings that the process took up to a scary 3-4 hours; even squeezing up to 5. Fortunately, as Naomi had assured him, Cain saw four out of the six people stand from their chairs; it had only been a couple minutes.

Looking closer, Cain noticed that it had been an equal split- two Males and two Females. This was the part of the process that the submissive was allowed to go to each Master and Mistress and ask what they look for. Cain started by going over to the women, since it was polite. He gently turned his head to them in submission and respect and they smiled fondly at him. The next 6 minutes was like a little three minute 'speed dating' type thing for both Dominatrixes, but ended with Cain politely turning both of the women down & wishing them luck of finding suitable submissives. It was then that Cain turned his attention to the two men. "Before you start," one said with a firm voice that sent a chill down Cain's spine. "We're brothers so, either way you'll get both of us." Cain nodded and gave his sign of submission before beginning the speed date process again. Naomi watched over him through it all.

Cain then turned to Naomi and smiled softly at her. "Mistress Jules," He said,"I choose these two men to be my dominants." Naomi smiled and nodded, going over to him,"Do they accept you?" Cain turned to the two and they smiled softly at him. "My Name is James Underwood, and this is my brother, Roman Underwood," said the brother on the left. Roman smiled and said,"And we accept to have you as our submissive." Cain smiled and nodded, glancing as the other candidates stood. Naomi smiled and shook James and Roman' hands. She then lead them and Cain back to the main office to get everything signed off.

Once everything was finalized, James stood and turned to Cain. "Do you have anything else you want to take with you? Any extra clothes or other necessities?" He asked. "No, Master James," Cain responded softly. James nodded. Roman stood and went by his brother. "We're all set. We can go home now." James nodded. "M-May I say goodbye to Miss Naomi, Masters?" Cain asked the brothers. They both nodded and waited for him outside the door. Cain looked over at Naomi and practically ran into her arms, hugging her tightly. Naomi returned the hug and kissed his head. "They will take care of you, Cain. You don't have to be scared anymore," she said to him. "I'll miss you, Mistress," Cain answered, she gave him a smile. "We'll see each other again. Remember, I don't spend all of my time here," she chuckled, making Cain laugh softly. She wiped the stray tears that began to fall. "Be good for them and remember what you were taught. And remember to not let your fears haunt you. No growth will come from it. And remember when you do bad, you are not a bad submissive," she said,"Understand?" Cain nodded. "I understand, Miss Naomi." She smiled and nodded, giving him one last firm hug. "Now go, don't keep them waiting." She said. Cain nodded and went to the door, he said one last goodbye to her before exiting the room.

Roman looked to Cain and smiled. "Ready?" Cain nodded,"Yes, Master Roman." As the three of them began walking and began exiting the building, James turned to Cain and asked,"What's your name, love?" Cain blushed and answered:

"Cain, Master. They all call me Cain."

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