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Cooperating for Profit

A Fetish Institute Story

Chapter 2: Fantasies Fulfilled

For Asbeoth

By Draconicon

It was a long night for him, particularly as he had the leash on his nightstand and he swore that it was sending more and more fantasies into his brain. It was like it was always giving him some other reason to want to enslave his own kids, to turn them into sluts, to make them into something that they weren't. He groaned every time that a new vision popped into his head, rolling over, but it was not always easy to get to sleep again when his cock throbbed and propped him up like a kickstand.

It hadn't been that active since he had been actively sleeping around, since he had been the man that fucked all his employees to test if they were good enough to be on stage. Whatever else the leash had done, it had given his libido a new lease on life, forcing him hard almost all the time. He groaned as he rolled from side to side, swearing that he could almost feel a tight little asshole stretching around his flared cock from time to time.

Ugh...

When morning finally came, he was as unrested as he had ever been. He'd probably only gotten a few hours of sleep through the night, four if he was lucky, broken up in a series of little chunks that were not nearly enough for him. He groaned as he rolled out of bed, glaring at the clock before reaching for his pants.

Not his work pants this time, but sweat pants. Something that didn't matter if they got a bit damp with pre-cum. He hoped that his boner would go down before they left, but...well, one never knew. It was not like he knew what his body was going to do anymore.

As soon as he had his sweats on, and a t-shirt to go with it, he walked down the hall to the dining room. Black-scaled Edward and white-scaled Walter were both there already, finishing up their breakfast of eggs and toast. They glanced up at him, rolled their eyes slightly, and immediately started talking as if he wasn't there.

"Gonna go find Claire?" Edward asked.

"Yeah, she's been begging for a dicking lately."

"Heh, you're gonna give her eggs at this rate."

"Hey, if I do, she'll get rid of them. She'll do anything I tell her. What about Tina?"

"Oh, she's just begging for it. I told her that she'd have to wear a plug for a week if she wanted me to fuck her ass again."

"How many days has it been?"

"Six. She's just about ready to do anything, so long as she gets me to fuck her."

The two dragons laughed, and Tabin shook his head. It wasn't just that they were throwing their sex lives in his face - something that he had been very careful about doing with them - but they were bragging about how they were just able to get anything that they wanted from their partners. It wasn't good, or right, and he found them rather contemptible for it.

As he opened the fridge, they kept it up, the younger one - Walter - laughing as he continued.

"Man, I got another dozen girls to get through this quarter. I swear, they line up outside your door when you're a dragon."

"Heh, you got that right. We rule."

"Dragons are the best."

"That's because there's no stallions at your school," Tabin muttered.

"What was that, dad?" Edward called back, almost with a challenge in his voice. "You say something?"

Every other time that this had come up, Tabin had shut his mouth. The stallion wanted to keep the peace with his boys as much as he could, and wanted them to start coming to him again and talking nicely. But this arrogance, combined with the fact that he still felt all pent up and a bit angry from the leash, made him speak up.

"I said, that's because there's no stallions at your school," he said, turning away from the fridge and fixing them with a flat stare. "If you had any equines going there, any studs that knew what they were doing? You'd be losing out right now."

"Ha! Yeah right. Dragons have the biggest cocks on campus. Nothing else matters," Walter said.

"You think that's the case, then?"

His boner had, thankfully, gone down while he'd been in front of the fridge. He knew that they would have seen the truth of things if he actually showed off everything that he had, but for now, they were probably about equal. The boys couldn't tell, at least.

"You think that you're that big, do you? Think that you're the cock of the walk, that you can just get anything that you like? I hate to remind you, boys, but all that you have, you got from me."

"You mean from that gay-ass club you run. Why don't you go back there and let your dancers fuck you while real men talk?" Edward said.

"...I have a better idea. Why don't we take a day out today?"

The complaints came almost immediately, but he shut them down one by one. They wanted to go somewhere? They didn't get to have the car. They wanted to take a taxi? They didn't get money from him until they had the day out. They wanted to hang out at home? Surprise, he'd booked an appointment for the house to be treated for bugs, and they needed to be out of the place, anyway.

Every time that they came up with something new to try and get out of it, he slammed them down. They were staring at him by the end of it, and no wonder. He had never been so firm with them before, never come down on their excuses like this. He'd always been soft, always let them have their way.

No more.

"You done making excuses, then?"

"...I can't think of any more to make," Walter admitted.

"Fucking hell, dad, what the hell's going on?" Edward asked.

"You'll see. Now, out to the car. I'll be there in a second."

He watched them get up, the pair of them walking out of the room in glum silence. The stallion tilted his head, his eyes flicking over them the same way that they had done the zebra at FI.

Edward was the taller of the two, and the oldest brother. Black scales covered him from head to toe, and as if in some punk rebellion, he walked around barefoot, as if trying to make a point that dragons were tough. Like his brother, he had a longer neck than some dragons, a throwback to the feral side of himself, and his shoulders were broad and heavy.

Walter, on the other hand, was a bit more willowy. Not to the point of being more of a femboy, but more like he was just not as built or thick as his older brother. His tail had a few brushes of fur along the end of it, and he'd heard from the adoption agency that while the boys had the same father, they had different mothers. Not enough to completely disqualify them as blood relations, but enough to make them look different.

He watched them leave, shaking his head. They still thought that they were the ones calling the shots, that they were the ones that were running the show. He had allowed them too much freedom in hopes that they'd eventually calm down and come back to being a family. Now, it was time to make it happen himself.

He tossed the keys up from the drawer he kept them in, caught them, and nodded to himself. Time to take Rodden up on his offer.

It wasn't that long a drive this time. Maybe it was because he was looking forward to their destination, or maybe something had happened to make it feel closer. Either way, the boys were shocked when they finally arrived, the 20-year-old and the 19-year-old gasping at the sight of the building in the middle of nowhere.

"What the hell is that thing?" Edward muttered.

"FI."

"That tells me exactly nothing," Walter said. "Dad, what is this place?"

"This, boys, is where you finally learn a lesson."

"What, some kind of military school or something? Do they still have chicks?" Edward asked.

"No. You'll see."

He pulled up to the talk box, letting it buzz on.

"Identify yourself."

"Tabin Makir. Rodden's brother."

"Uncle Rodden works here?" Walter muttered.

"And I'm bringing in two 'guests.'"

"Please proceed."

The drawbridge extended, and they passed through the gate, just as he had done the day before. They pulled up to the front door of the building, and Rodden was waiting for them. The dark-furred horse stood there with his arms crossed, a smile on his face. Despite himself, Tabin had the same expression as he pulled the car to a stop.

"Get out," he told the dragons.

"But dad -"

"I said, out."

His voice did something there. It was harder, more firm, and the two dragons stiffened a bit. They looked at him, not quite fearfully, but rather...curious, confused, even as they got out of the car. He followed them, offering the keys to the valet, and followed them up the steps. His little brother was there to greet them, and they immediately started demanding explanations.

"Uncle, what the fuck is going on?" Edward shouted.

"Yeah, dad didn't tell us anything. What the hell is this place? What the fuck - Nnngh!"

Just like that, Rodden pulled out a small pistol. Two quick pulls of the trigger fired darts into his boys' necks, and they fell to the stairs a second later, completely knocked out. Tabin felt a small surge of anger, but it was less that it had happened and more that it had been done to...

To people that belonged to him, he realized. He snarled slightly, stomping up the steps and yanking the gun out of Rodden's hand.

"If that has to be done, you let me do it. You got that?"

"Yeah, sure. I didn't know you'd be willing, though."

"You can blame the leash for that," he said, shaking his head. "You were the one that changed me. You can live with what you made me."

"I think it's a good change. You were stronger when you were younger, more honest with yourself."

"That was before I became a dad."

"Well, you're still a dad. You'll just have the kids calling you 'daddy' for a different reason."

"Hmmph."

"Let's get them downstairs."

"I get to watch?"

"Watch? You get to direct."

The boys were easy to carry, when it came right down to it. They were light enough to drag to the experiment levels down on sub-level five, and they were quickly restrained in a room that was just big enough for the both of them. They each had their own table, but rather than being tied down with leather, they were made to float on hard-light projections. To make it easier for the techs to reach every part of their body, according to Rodden.

Tabin hadn't seen the boys naked in a long time, but they were definitely more developed than they had been back when he'd first adopted them. They had grown into decent men, the pair of them looking like they were going to make for good dancers at the club.

Edward was still the thicker one, definitely more muscular, but surprisingly had the smaller cock, both when he was soft and hard (the techs had gone the extra mile to stimulate him to erection with electricity for comparison). The dragon's dick was no more than two inches while soft, but it grew to a full ten while he was hard. Quite the grower, and he imagined that the black dragon had pulled that as a party trick more than once.

Walter, on the other hand, was quite a bit bigger when he was soft. He hung down at eight inches, quite the swayer, but when he was grown, he only reached about eleven inches. Not as much growth, but it still put him bigger than his older brother.

The two of them were similar in other respects. Both had a muscular ass, one that bubbled out a bit, and both of them had their feet beaten to hell and back from walking barefoot everywhere. He didn't know what they were trying to prove, but they didn't have hooves, and it had made a mark on them.

As the techs turned them in the hard-light projections, showing off their bodies and spinning them like a chicken on a rotisserie stick, Rodden led him over to a console. He tapped the screen, and it opened up a pair of scans, one each for his boys.

"You can tell the techs what you want them to do from here. There's going to be a few things hard-wired into them - general submission, a few trigger words here and there, heightened libido - but you can ask for anything else here. So long as it doesn't endanger the mission, FI will make sure that they get all the tweaks you want."

"You're serious right now?"

"Completely. Mental, physical, whatever you like. They have to stay dragons, and they have to stay male, but other than that..."

"...Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you doing this? You've been distant for a long time, and whenever you came back, you just did it to piss me off. Why're you giving me so much right now?"

"...To be honest, brother, I don't know. But I've seen the way that they treat you, and that's not right. We might not be close, but we're part of the same herd. Can't have someone disrespecting someone that close."

"Thanks for the honesty."

"No problem. You want some space?"

"Yeah..."

"I'll check back in after a bit."

As his younger brother walked off, the red-brown stallion looked down at the console. It was a pretty basic one, showing various sliders for physical attributes, as well as a series of suggestions for mental changes. It went through quite a few different possibilities, from implanted fetishes to a custom box that would allow for specific changes, all the way to different commands that could be put into their heads.

The console even had options for tattooing them or giving them piercings. That was a hot little idea, too, and he knew that there were some definite possibilities to make them sexier than they already were. He stomped down the most extreme of them - after all, he didn't imagine that Vadir would be interested in boys that had their cocks pierced and tied back to a second piercing in their taint - but it would be something to look into later.

He leaned over the scans of his sons, almost surprised that he didn't feel any regret for putting them through this. Almost. The leash had done some of this but...

Well, he had to admit that he had been angry at them for a long time. They had been close, once, and the boys...well, they admitted to some of their responsibility, paying a token rent, helping out when it was really, really required, but it was never enough. And the way that they looked down on him, just because they had dozens of girls hanging off them and he preferred to keep his attention on men...

He gritted his teeth, shaking his head. No. This was a long time coming, and it was needed. Badly.

And if they're going to dance as well as fuck...

He looked at Edward first. The boy had a good cock on him for the audience that liked that sort of thing, but it was a bit too much disparity between where it was when it was soft and where it was when it was hard. The horse leaned in, dragging his finger up along the slider. Soon enough, the boy's cock looked bigger, sitting at six inches long while soft, and he increased the hard size by an inch. Enough to look impressive when it went from one to the other.

For Walter, however, he wanted that thing a bit smaller. No need for the brothers to get envious of one another. He dragged the soft size down by two inches, ensuring that it wasn't quite so much of a monster.

Now they're about equal in cock size, but...

Those hips. He didn't like the fact that they were so narrow, even by dragon standards. They needed to be thicker, wider, the kind that invited people to grab them and fuck them. He shifted the sliders up on that, not quite going so far as to make them look like dragonesses - they were supposed to entice other males that were gay, after all - but far enough to make sure that they had 'fat' asses, thick and heavy.

He smiled as he watched the hologram jiggle a bit, knowing that would jiggle a whole lot more once they were on the stage and when they were dancing for customers. He imagined that Vadir would be quite taken by them, too.

Of course, they'd need more than just the bodies. They'd need the minds. Rodden said that they were going to be made more submissive, but he knew from experience that bottoms needed more than that.

It was easy enough to add in physical inhibitors, things that would make the boys that much more eager to bottom. A bigger prostate, more nerve endings in the rim, a modification that would allow their assholes to self-lubricate, even a bit of rubber along their rims to allow for easier stretching: FI seemed to allow for all of that, and he was rather impressed at just how far they were willing to go.

He added all of those, and threw in a few more. He made both dragons lose 90% of the sensitivity in their cocks, dragging it down until it would be impossible for them to cum through penetrating others. Hell, with that much of a loss, he imagined that they would have a hard time getting hard without sufficient stimulation from other parts of the body. He smiled, adding a little bit more to their asses, sensitizing their holes so that it would go right to their cock if they were getting rimmed or fingered.

He also put in a request to grow their balls. Their sacks were decent, but not quite the size of a proper stallion or stud. He wanted them to be big and heavy down there, look like a good little dragon toy. It would make them look a bit hotter, and it would probably keep them nice and needy, too.

But those were just the physical transformations. He wanted them to have some mental ones, too.

He opened the options that he had. The first thing that he did was add a full subconscious transition from straight to gay. It would take them a while to realize that they weren't getting hard for their girlfriends anymore, that they weren't interested in getting their cocks wet in pussy, but it would eventually come through. He wanted them to take a while to come to that realization, to suffer some humiliation from it.

After that, he had to start entering some custom information. After all, there wasn't an option for a species superiority shift, but he imagined that if they were capable of everything else, they were capable of something a bit more subtle. He started typing, thinking about how he wanted to word this.

Reduce their feeling of dragon superiority and induce a sense of equine superiority. Make them realize the superiority of equine cock, the superiority of equine strength and size. Have them admire equine virility, and make them feel deeply submissive anytime that they see an equine cock or balls or ass.

It was a bit iffy, and he didn't know if they'd be able to accomplish it, but considering that Rodden said that they'd try for anything that he put down, he was going to shoot for the stars and hope for the best. It was never a bad thing to try.

He added a few low-level addictions. He had both boys set to crave cum, to want to suck it down, to need it as part of a meal each day. They'd be begging for the right seasoning to their food until they figured out what it was, and once they did, it'd go from begging to have it on their food to begging to have it shot down their throats.

The more he added to their customization protocols, the more that he wanted to see them living through it. His cock was so hard in his sweat pants, the flared head pulling the waistband forward. He would have been embarrassed if he wasn't so aroused, and he actually would have pulled his cock free if he wasn't so focused on getting this right.

For all that he was angry at the dragons, he knew that they were still his sons. He would enjoy them, but he would also love them.

He gave them their muscles, still, and he made sure that their stamina was stronger. He upped their physical limits, making sure that they weren't going to collapse anytime soon. Tabin inserted a few notes, requesting that the dragons be made stronger, only needing two hours of sleep every night rather than the usual eight, and to allow their brains to work a bit faster. Improve their intelligence, effectively, wanting them to feel good about what they'd had done to them, and be useful.

For the last of the mental alterations, he requested that they be given the same sort of dance instruction that all strippers got. They would need to work at the club, and they wouldn't have the time to learn normally. More to the point, he'd need to bring them in and hope that nobody guessed that they were his sons. That would bring up more questions than he could answer.

It looked about right, and he imagined that he could talk to Rodden about further customizations if he thought of any in the future. For now, though, they were going to become fat-assed horse worshipers, and they would be more than willing to take it up the ass as soon as they saw his dick.

He smiled, tapping a button to save all the different modifications, and then stepped back from the console. He turned just in time to see Rodden coming for him, and his little brother waved.

He waved back, and they fell in step together, hoofing it towards a break room. It'd be a while, he imagined, but when this was done...

Well, he looked forward to seeing what would happen.

Four hours later, Rodden looked at his watch. Tabin was still in the process of enjoying a salad when the other horse nodded to himself.

"Looks like they're done."

"Huh?"

"Takes four hours maximum for everything to be done and healed. You should be able to go and see them now."

"Four hours to do all that?"

"The techs are very good."

"Apparently..."

"You good to see them?"

"Yeah...yeah, I think so."

"Follow me."

They didn't go further down the facility, but rather up to sub-level one. It seemed to be the waiting room, or collecting room, as some might have said. There were various rooms that seemed to be made of some material that allowed them to see it, but the subjects inside to be blind to the outside world. It was rather...strange, to put it mildly.

He rubbed the back of his head as he followed his brother past the rooms, seeing different men and women that had been altered. Some were barely changed, it seemed, while others had been warped beyond recognition. He saw one woman that had been given a second pair of legs, turned to a taur rather than left anthro. He saw another male that had been turned from feral to anthro, getting used to having two legs rather than four. Another had gone through the opposite procedure, going from anthro to feral, with intelligence in the eye that was entirely out of place for the new species.

It was another reminder that the facility was not necessarily a good place, and it was one that sent a little shiver down his spine.

Eventually, they reached the chamber that held his boys. The dragons were just waking up, looking vaguely shy as they tried to cover themselves with their wings and tails. Tabin shook his head; he'd have to find a way to get them past that.

Still, they had been changed. He could see the way that their ass cheeks cupped their tails now, rather than the other way around, and knew that they had been grown appropriately. Edward's cock hung down just enough to make out from behind, and as they walked around the cube that the boys were kept in, he could see that Walter's had been properly shrunk, as well. They were both trying not to look at each other, staring around the cell they were in, unaware that they were completely on display to everyone else.

"They're okay?" he asked.

"As okay as they can be. They're definitely different from all the requests you put in, but they're still mostly themselves. Mostly."

"Definitely better behaved. They'd be shouting their heads off, normally."

"That's the general submission for you. They're more inclined to be passive, to take orders."

"That'll probably make your job easier."

"And yours, as their dad."

"...Hopefully."

"So, what are you waiting for? Go have some fun."

"You're sure this is gonna work?"

"Positive," Rodden said. "Get in there, brother."

The stallion nodded, making his way to the nearly-invisible door. He pushed it open and stepped inside, shutting it before the boys could see where it was.

And just like that, the brothers fixed him with a stare. Edward looked a bit angry for a second, but soon, both of them had gone from vaguely annoyed to more passive, more...attentive. They were staring at him like he was the most important thing in the room, and based on the triggers that he'd pushed to have in their brains, he kind of was.

After all, he was an equine, and they were mere dragons.

"Boys."

"Dad...I..." Walter blushed, rubbing the back of his head. "I didn't mean to be so...argumentative. I just...I didn't know..."

"Yeah. I...we..."

"You boys need to give your apologies properly."

"Mmmph..."

They blushed worse, but as Tabin groped at his crotch, they seemed to know what was expected of them. They lowered themselves to their knees, their cheeks burning, but their wings slowly parting.

Seeing them display themselves was surprisingly arousing. They were no longer trying to brag, but actually submitting to him. It was, to put it lightly, intensely intriguing to see them so eager to submit to him.

He grinned, pulling down the front of his sweat pants, and both his boys gasped as he finally revealed his cock.

The fat horse dick was longer than either of them, standing up at a full sixteen inches. It throbbed slightly, the head starting to flare out, and the base of it was pulling on the edge of his sheath, dragging it open and leaving it spilling slick fluids on the ground. His balls, each one the size of a fist, if not bigger, were damp and moist and musky, and they were both completely smooth and leathery.

"Get over here...Show your dad where dragons belong..."

Edward and Walter did as they were told, their eyes hazing over slowly as the addictions that he'd planted in their brains started to take over. He could see the hunger they had for his cock, could see the humiliation burning in their cheeks as they realized just how much bigger he actually was than them.

That's it. Come here and serve the cock that you made fun of all these years...come here and see how much less you were...

His sons settled on either side of his cock, the pair of them gripping it at the base as they leaned in and started to lick along either side. Their forked tongues were hesitant at first, their former sexuality trying to make them stop, but there was no holding back now. Not anymore. They were going to be good little cock sluts for him, and that was all there was to it.

Lick, lap, lick went those tongues, and sometimes the brothers seemed to lick each other. They didn't seem to care, either, as they leaned in and worked his shaft over. Every time they seemed to get more of his musk, they moaned, and he could hear the soft drip-drip of their dicks to the floor.

Yes, get into it. Learn how you are going to serve your father from now on...

He rested his hands on their heads, feeling them moaning against his cock, their sounds muffled by the way that their tongues were out and flicking all over his cock. He guided them in closer, making them kiss the sides of his shaft.

Any resistance that they might have had faded away, and they dragged their tongues along his cock, up to the tip and then back down to the base. They licked and lapped against him, moaning as they did, and when he started oozing pre-cum, the two brothers moved to the head of his cock and competed for the drippings.

One lick, two, three, the flexible tongues working around his wide urethra. They moaned, groping at his cock, their eyes hazed over, no longer hateful, but admiring. They wanted him. They needed him.

"Please, dad..."

"Please, cum for us."

"We...we need it..."

"We want your cock..."

"Tell us...tell us what to do..."

"How do we make you cum..."

"Dragons...dragons must serve..."

"Want to serve..."

"Need to serve daddy..."

It was a complete shift from what they had been. No longer pushing him to give them what they wanted, they were begging him to allow them to give him what he wanted. It was what he had fantasized about all night, to have two eager dragon boys that wanted to serve him, that craved him for what he was. He grinned down at them, patting their heads.

"We'll discuss that...at home..."

He was going to have fun with this, but for now, he wanted it in private, not here. Rodden would get the keys, and soon, they'd be on the way home...and he'd train them for the club properly.

The End