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Kyle sprang up in a panic, and looked around. A crude tent, without any kind of decoration. He thought that he managed to come back to the state fair, at first, but something was off: the harsh cold of winter gave way to a more lukewarm temperature.

He tried to pull at the gold layer of latex covering his body, but it was as if he was pulling his own skin. “Calm down, BM-85. It's your new skin now, so don't go hurting yourself," the other occupant of the room warned in a blasé tone. Kyle looked back at the creepy gorilla, who wore the same kind of latex skin as him. His eyes were the only thing left visible under the ink-colored suit, just like him.

The confused bunny had a raging hard-on, which did not seem to go away and made its presence felt with each movement. The primate was hard too, but something was wrong with him. His genitals were big, over-sized even, bigger than even well-endowed individuals of his size. “Calmed down? Everything okay?" the ape asked. “First things, first, my name is GM-29. Your name is BM-85. Remember this name, that's the only one you have starting now. If you provide good service, the patrons may give you a nickname, but we're very far from there," the gorilla grunted.

Kyle shuddered. “Okay?... OKAY? No, everything is NOT okay. What the fuck is that place? What the fuck is that thing? And hell if I am letting you call me B-something. I want to go home, now!"

GM-29 sighed. Since he was the latest addition of the team until BM-85, it was his job to welcome his 'successor' so to speak. The ape pulled out from a crate a big, thick rubber strap and threw it at the agitated gold bunny. Reacting like a novelty wristband, the strap clasped around Kyle's chest, pinning the latter's arms against his body. Just in case, GM-29 threw another one, which clamped shut around the bunny's tummy. Kyle became even more agitated.

“What do you think you're doing, you big... Uuurk... Ug..." Kyle's rant was cut short, simultaneously with his air supply, when the straps tightened against his latex skin, crushing his ribs. He pushed against the constricting rubber, but the more he moved, the tighter the restraints became. “Wha... Ah... S-Stop it..." he asked the gorilla between two difficult breaths. It was too much. His knees failed him, letting him slump back on the ground. Because of the asphyxiation, his erection throbbed painfully.

“The more you struggle, the tighter it gets, so you either calm the fuck down, or you die. Your choice," GM-29 explained calmly. Kyle was too weak to resist anyway. He stopped moving. Just like the gorilla promised, the straps released their hazardous grip; but their hold on his body was still strong. “Please," the bunny panted, “I just want to go home. Just let me go home."

“ This is your home now, BM-85."

“Kyle, my bloody name is Kyle," the gold bunny spat, but he was calm for now.

“Where to begin..." GM-29 pondered. “Let's keep the explanations short and simple," he decided. “You have been enthralled to this place, which is called the Dark Fair. You are now an 'employee', an 'entertainer', and belong to this place, which is basically just a big fairground for the rich and mighty to get off."

“Wh-What. You mean that we are, like, sex slaves?" Kyle asked, incredulous.

“You caught up quickly. More or less... We do everything, from managing the booths to selling drinks and food, but for the most parts, your body will be involved. Expect to lose your virginity in a lot of ways, BM-85," the gorilla assured, while leaning over Kyle.

“But I'm straight! I have a girlfriend!" the bunny protested.

“And I had a wife and kids. But do you think they care?" GM-19 scoffed. "But who knows? If you are lucky, you won't have to get out of your comfort zone. Not too much anyway. But they will make you like it, whether you want it or not."

“Who are 'they'?"

“Well, the Management, of course. The ones that I, and very soon you, will have to obey 24/7" the gorilla answered.

“But... This is wrong," Kyle muttered in disbelief.

“I used to think like you," the primate reminisced. “That my life outside was better. That my life outside mattered. That my family mattered. But they will teach you, BM-85. They will teach you that Kyle had died, the very moment that you stepped into that tent, and that the weasel whisked you away from the real world."

On these words, the Gorilla picked up Kyle and helped him stand up. The bunny tried to move as little as he could, as to not trigger the rubber restraints once more. “Can you take them off?" he asked.

“No," BM-19 refused. “You proved unreliable today, and regulations ask that a restrained employee remains that way for the rest of the work day. Speaking of regulations, turn your head to the left," the black latex gorilla asked. Kyle reluctantly obeyed, and looked at a panel on which a big white poster was nailed. “Learn them, and burn them into your memory. You don't want to discover this place's punishments".

EMPLOYEE RULES

Our motto; to say to all our visitors – We are at your service, and eager to serve.

1 – Only use your serial number when introducing yourself to the patrons. If the patrons rewarded your services by a nickname, the management can allow you to use that name. This permission can be revoked unilateraly by the management

2 – If you are required to speak to our visitors, remember to: keep smiling, remain helpful, remain polite, answer their questions to the limit of your knowledge, oblige any request that does not go against Visitor Rules or Employee Rules

3 – Being late, refusing to obey an order from the management or the visitors, insubordination, lying or concealing to the management, will be severely punished

4 – You are part of a team; individualistic behavior and selfishness are not tolerated. Disclosing your previous life to our visitors in positive terms, or your current employ in negative terms, is forbidden

5 – Do NOT, under any circumstance, touch or handle a visitor's medallion

6 – When unoccupied, or at the end of their shift, all employees must remain in the rest area

7 – Mandatory training will be given to: new employees, under-performing employees, unruly employees, and employees who are subject to complaints or bad evaluations from our visitors

Kyle could not help but shake his head. What kind of rules were those. “Like hell I'm becoming your 'employee'!" he reacted.

“You do not have a say in the matter," the gorilla replied coldly. “Now, time to set you up for your evaluation; unless you want to get out of here the stupid way, by biting your tongue or whatever. What's our motto?"

“Fuck you."

GM-29 sighed, and Kyle was surprised when the ape kicked him, making him fall on the ground. Sensing movement, the rubber straps tightened again. “Rraaa-aaah..." He tried to calm himself down and stop moving, but suddenly, a heavy foot pressed on his defenseless cock. “Aaauugh! Stop! It hurts!" He could not help but wiggle in discomfort, prolonging his torment. The prehensile foot ground the gold-coated bunny's crotch a few more seconds to get the point of its owner across.

With teary eyes, Kyle looked up at the gorilla who glared at the rodent in return. “What is our motto, BM-85?"

“What does BM-85 even means?" Kyle shouted.

“Didn't you get it yet?" GM-29 asked while grinding his foot some more.

“Aah! Ah stop... Your foot!"

“Bunny Male, number 85. It's that simple. Now, for the third time, BM-85: what. Is. Our. Motto?"

“Nnng! I am eager to serve! I am eager to serve! Now remove your bloody feet!"

“Fair enough," the ape agreed, lifting his weight from BM-85's shiny, pre-dribbling crotch.

While the bunny recovered, GM-29 went to fetch a trolley and made his junior step on it. After fastening some security straps for the legs, the gorilla pushed the trolley and its carriage outside of the tent, and towards the first post of 'BM-85'.