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A good hour later, Kyle was still trapped in his unconventional cell. The female dolphin slave, DF-16, had left him alone, closing completely the sheet-covered glass cube. Fortunately, the stand-up seat offered the golden latex bunny some relief, albeit he had to get used to the pulling sensation from his scrotum, which had been stuck in a hole, an inflated rubber rim preventing the painfully erect member from hiding inside the cube. The bunny had spent a good part of the hour trying to relax; inhaling, then exhaling, trying not to anticipate what would happen. No matter how much he attempted to put his chemically grown cock to rest, it seemed to be stuck in a permanent erection. At best, he could have it softened in a half-hard state, and it took all of his focus, in order to not let his thoughts stray away.

Outside, behind the dark sheet, the crowd kept gathering. How many people were on the other side, to watch this 'training'? He heard footsteps on the wooden scene. Someone was coming! He had hooves, just like that deer from yesterday. 'David', was it? His dick sprang back to life as soon as he began thinking back about what happened, and the latex bunny cursed himself. The person on the scene stopped just in front of Kyle, on the other side of the glass wall, and began talking. It was a strong, voice, made even louder by speakers.

"Hellooo everyone!" the person on the scene greeted. A few people greeted the man back. He must be the 'host', and perhaps Kyle's 'trainer'. "Welcome to the first representation of our education show. For those who do not know me yet, my name is Pan, head of the Human Resources of this wonderful place. We organize these events each time that one of our employees undergo a training session, both to help with the training and to inform you about how we form how employees and made them into obedient, serviceable helpers, who are 'here to serve and enjoy it', as their motto says," the host explained. There was no stuttering or hesitation, a sign that he has made that speech countless times before.

"Before we make the acquaintance of today's trainee, a few more explanations," he continued. "The show's content changes with each training program, which we taylor for each new employee. Today's show will allow you to participate and interact with our trainee, so I ask of you to follow my instructions when the time come, and not to physically _damage_the Fair's property," he warned. The crowd seemed to listen attentively, some cheers erupting when the host announced that the show would be interactive.

"Without further ado, let us meet our newest employee. A big applause for BM-85!" the host says, as the cover hiding Kyle from the outside world rolled up.

Oh crap, there's so many people, Kyle lamented as he looked on the other side of the glass and saw a mass of twenty to thirty onlookers, male and female alike, applauding and whistling at his reveal. The bunny shuddered, and suddenly realized that his penis and his testicles were trapped on the same side than this crowd, out of his reach and inside theirs; he was feeling extremely vulnerable.

The bunny's eyes went up to the nearest person, the host. 'Pan' was a giveaway, but Kyle confirmed with his sight that this person was a caprine. A ram, to be more precise. His curly, snow-white fur is well-kept and short; two thick horns spiral on each side of his head, with small ears flapping against the milky white keratin. He was naked, save a leather harness and an armband that read 'STAFF' in red letters. He gave back Kyle's look with these weird, rectangular irises that every member of his species had; his pupils were of the same golden hue than the bunny's latex coating.

Kyle's look was expectant and apprehensive, but the ram's had this special glint in his look which screamed 'I LOVE my job!'

What was going to happen? Why in front of so many people? Why did the goat talked about him as if he was, turn-to-turn, a beast to tame or an impersonal object?

"Please, mister!" Kyle began, but his plea was drowned by the ram's speaker-assisted speech.

"As you can see, our little bunny is stressed and apprehensive, as are all our new arrivals. However, we cannot let them linger, and we must make a productive employee out of them, as soon as possible," Pan explained. "Today is BM-85's first training..."

"I'm not BM-85. My name is Kyle!" the bunny roared, managing to speak over the ram's lecture. However, the ruminant kept his calm, seen-it-all attitude, and the crowd chuckled, for the most part.

"As you can see, new arrivals can have improper behavior, such as fits of insubordination, individuality, or opinion," Pan noted, as if he narrated a zoo animal showing teeth. "They must also learn some basics, such as retaining their orgasm until needed, or on the contrary sustaining a continuous milking, reinforce their stamina to endure a day of work, anal training -very important for male employees-, etcetera."

The ram suddenly reached for Kyle's package. A gentle, yet firm hold of his genitals with his big hand, that served both as a highlight to his exposition, and as a warning for Kyle about his predicament. "You can see that our bunny is as excited to see us, as you are to see him, after all," Pan pointed out as he held Kyle's sensitive erection in his hand."

"I'm not... You made me-" Kyle began, trembling with humilation.

"It's true that the additives that we mix to our employees' food help with that. It also helped him achieve this respectable cock and ball size, and will make sure that they will be able to produce high-quality sperm, in generous quantities, and at all times," the caprine host described.

A discrete sob escaped Kyra's lips. In the meantime, the ram put his microphone on a table, next to Kyle's prison. There was a box on the table but Kyle could not see the contents from his point of view. Pan picked up some kind of L-shaped pipe from the box. Kyle did not like the looks of this rubbery object.

Sporting a big grin, the ram clipped the pipe on Kyle's package. One end of the pipe squeezed the base of his long cock, while the other separated his plump testicles from his shaft, and stretched his scrotum to incomfortable levels. The bunny winced as he felt his trapped testicles trying to push against the sturdy rubber. He tried to wiggle, but he could do nothing to prevent the ram from doing whatever he wanted to his defenseless family jewels.

Satisfied, Pan patted the latex bunny's dick. A sharp "Ah!" escaped the rodent's lips against his will, for the assembled crowd to hear. Laughter and whistles followed and Kyle looked at the ground, unable to face the thirty or so onlookers who had a plain-view on his genitals.

Pan picked back his microphone and resumed his lecture. "The keyword in this kind of training is 'control'. You want to control the employee by what works best on sentient beings: carrots and sticks," he explained, playing with Kyle's dick at the same time. The bunny bit his lips, trying not to moan. "You are the one in control. You tell them what to say, how to act; who they are, what their purpose in life is; if they are allowed to cum, and when and how they cum," the ram assured, before pointing out the stretcher to the audience. He pressed on something on the item; at the same time that a red light appeared, the item tightened, forcing painful protests from Kyle: "Aah! Ooh! Fu... Stop! Make it stop! It's so tight! My balls... Uuug..."

"Don't be such a crybaby, BM-85," the goat chided him, eliciting chuckles from the audience once more. "Where did your bravado go?" he teased, before turning back to the spectators. "Most, if not all of you, must know what this tool is, and what it is for. This is a modified version, made by our very dear Technician. It can tighten at the press of a finger, ensuring that this bunny boy won't cum, until I... No, until you, allow him to."

The crowd,on hearing Pan's last sentence, applauded. "Now, let's work BM-85 a little until he's in a more pleasant mood."

On these words, and for the next minutes, Pan worked his hands on Kyle's defenseless cock. He varied his attacks: strocking, polishing, massaging, in various speeds and intensities. The latex-coated dick strained against his rubber prison; after a single minute, pre began to dribble liberally, coating the trainer's hands and lubricating them. Kyle tried to remain as stoic as possible at first, but the relentless assaults eventually had him begin to emit moans; stiffled at first, then louder and louder. Pan's hands built a pressure between his thighs. A pressure that screamed for a release, which was chocked off by the stretcher ring.

Pan paused eventually, giving the bunny a short moment of relief. "People always forget, but just as breasts are important for female entertainers, one part of our dear BM-85's body must not be neglected. What is this body part, my fellow audience?" he asked.

The same answer fused from different parts of the crowd assembled on the plaza: "Balls!" "The balls!" "His bollocks!" "Work the little bitch's balls!" "Work his balls, Pan!"

Pan chuckled. "You're right. What a bunch of knowledgeable little perverts you are," he joked as he gave one of Kyle's balls a squeeze, then the other one. For the now over-sensitive Kyle, it was as if someone was hitting his nuts with a cane. "Aaah! Aah!" he shouted, as a big drop of pre crashed on the wooden floor of the scene. The ram kept playing with the bunny's testicles for some time before going to the next part of his show.

"Now, do any of you wish to play with BM-85?" Pan asked.

"Me!" "Yeah me!" "Let me do it!" the crow approved.

"Very well," the ram 'agreed'. "Please advance on the scene by the left. Play with BM-85 a little, and help me making him ready for the next stage of our training. Please remain in an orderly line and do not hog the trainee for yourself. Everyone will have a turn."

Spectators began to parade on the other side of Kyle's glass cell. Spectators of every species, of every age and of every gender. Young and old, men and women, they pressed near his cock, each of them doing their own things. Some of them kept themselves at tickling or stroking; some others, a lot of women among them he noted, were much rougher, polishing his glans, pinching him, or hitting his balls. Entering a semi-delirious state, Kyle kept begging each spectator to stop and leave him and his penis alone. Somewhere in the middle, he even came face to face with this 'David' fellow from yesterday. It felt like a momentary respite for him, as the deer was visibly hesitant and settled on massaging the bunny's big twitching dick; he must have been meaning well, but this was still torture for the poor golden bunny. He heard the deer pant on the other side of the glass, or so he thought; he quickly realized that he was the one panting and gasping, like an actor from one of the porn movies that he watched from time to time.

"I think BM-85 has been softened enough to make a first attempt at teaching," the white-haired male host evaluated, after everyone in the audience, thirty or so persons, had a go. Indeed, Kyle, still heavily panting, was slumped back on his seat, his trapped dick twitching at empty air. "The very first lesson for a new employee is to say their identification and our motto on the spot. So, we will do just that," Pan explained. "Now, BM-85, please say this to our audience, in a loud and clear voice: 'My name is BM-85. I am here to serve you and I enjoy it.'".

That would be several lies to spout for Kyle. The bunny weakly lifted his head towards the ram. "Don't make me do this. Please... I promise I won't tell anyone." he pleaded once more.

"Ahh, close, but no cigar. Just like grief, a trainee goes through several stages of obedience, and now we are at the 'bargaining' stage," Pan 'analyzed'. "Thankfully, we have a variety of tools which will allow us to be more efficient with less effort."

On these words, the ram rummaged in the toolbox once more, to retrieve another time. This time, it was one of these vibrating wands, that his girlfriend told him about, only the end of this one was hollow, as if to put something on the other end. Something... Kyle's face decomposed when he made a guess at the wand's function, quickly confirmed by the leather harness wearing goat.

"This is a special brand of 'magic wand' devised by our Technician. A 'glans massager', like she likes to call them" he explained to an aroused audience. "Like its cousin, it vibrates, but it can also rotate, up to 700 rounds per minute." Kyle gulped.

"But I feel extra lazy right now, so I'm gonna ask one of you to use the wand for me," Pan announced. Instantly, hands rose up, and the white ram chose his helper in the crowd. "Hmm... You!" he eventually decided.

"Me?..." David answered. He was curious at first, and despite the show being_very_arousing, he could not help but feel disturbed by Goldie's predicament. He rose his hand; he would have felt silly if everyone but him did. But he did not expect to be chosen by that strange ram. And now everyone looked at him. Cheeks burning red from the extra exposure, David submitted to peer-pressure and stepped back on the scene, under the cheers of the other spectators. He knew he was rock hard, but every male in the audience was, so he tried his best to ignore it for now.

The caprine in leather harness handed him the wand. "Press the end on his glans, and switch it on. The switch on your thumb controls the vibrations, and the one on the bottom activates the rotation," he explained.

David followed Pan's instructions. The gold bunny's look seemed to tell him "Please, don't", but before he caught cold feet, the ram was behind him, guiding him in place and made him switch the wand on.

_Vrrrrrrr!_Kyle suddenly saw stars when the wand started to work on his entire dick head. He violently jerked back his head, gasping for air. "Okay, now the rotation," his trainer instructed David, on the other side.

_Whirrrr!_Kyle screamed. It felt like being trapped forever at the edge of climax. "Aaaah! Aaaah! Ohgodoooaaah! Rrrrggg!" Tears rolled down from his cheeks; his balls ached; he wanted to cum. He HAD to cum.

"Am I doing good?" stuttered David.

"Yes, very good. Now, amp up both settings progressively," the host approved.

_VRRRRR! WHIRRRR!_Hell. There was no other word to describe what Kyle was going through. There was no way he could have a normal sex life afterwards. "Please stooop! I'll be good! I'll say it! I'll do anythiiiinnnng! S- so s-s-staaaoooppp!" he sobbed miserably.

"Should I...?" David hesitated.

"No, keep pressing on his glans. Play with the speeds," Pan answered promptly.

It felt like an hour, but barely a minute at passed. Something suddenly broke in Kyle. The overload of painful pleasure washed away his thoughts, ensuring that Pan could start writing on a clean state. "Ggk! Fffuguuk! Hnnn..." the bunny croaked. Like yesterday, his eyes rolled back in their sockets, and his whole body quacked like crazy. Both the wand and David's hands were soaked with his pre.

"Okay, stop now. Keep the wand on his cock," the ram in leather harness asked David, who promptly obliged. "Now, after me, my dear bunny. I am BM-85".

"I-I am..." the rodent in gold latex started, but seemed to stubble on the last word.

"Don't make us use the wand again," Pan threatened.

"N..-Nah... Pwease..." the bunny cried on the other side of his glass prison, his words mangled by his broken state and the waters than ran down his eyes, nose and mouth. "I am... BM-85", he finally said. He could not remember his old name for now, anyway.

"I am BM-85. I am here to serve," the ram resumed.

"I am BM-85. I am here to serve," BM-85 repeated.

"I am BM-85. I am here to serve, and I enjoy it," the trainer finally said. His finger was on the lock of his stretcher. Reward was so close!

"I am BM-85. I am here to serve, and I enjoy it." BM-85 agreed.

On the last word, the bunny felt the pressure on his balls disappear, at the same time that Pan disengaged the stretcher's lock and removed it. He felt a wave of fluid travel rush his ducts, like a lava flow. He could have cum just like this, but Pan wanted his orgasm to be as powerful and mind-cleaning as possible. "Switch it back, David. Full power," the ram simply said.

In only a few seconds, BM-85 emitted a howl that definitely NOT belonged to a bunny. It reverberated on the whole plaza, making even those who watched other shows or visited the nearby booths turn their heads. The quivering of the bunny boy's testicles was visible to the naked eye, just like the throbbing of his dick. BM-85 violently humped the glass, just as all hell broke loose for him and David. Cum was literally jettisoned outside, quickly splashing back on the wand, and spilling around. The bunny came and came and came. To the point that David thought that something was broken with the bunny. He was right, but it was not what he thought.

Eventually, BM-85 finished unloading his cum. Would it not have been for his seat and his trapped genitals, he would have fell on the ground. He was completely knocked out by the most powerful orgasm of his life yet.

In front of the scene, the crowd cheered, and congratulated BM-85, David, and Pan. "Now _that_is what I call a promising employee! Please applaud David, who helped BM-85 go through his first training session!" the ram concluded. "This is the end of our show, but if you want to watch our bunny getting trained again, we will have repeats at noon, in two hours, at 2 pm and, eventually, at 4 pm. See you soon!"

~ The same day, at 5 pm ~

DF-16 pushed the trolley inside of the rest area. The dolphin unbuckled the person inside, and guided his limbs into the intended orifices. It was rather early to rest, but employee who underwent training were rarely able to do additional work afterwards.

"So, how did it go?" GM-29 asked, watching the scene from a corner. He looked tired, and his backdoor glistened with lube, but he still had enough stamina to stand up and chat with his coworkers.

"Same as you, same as me," the sea mammal girl answered. "He got the edging training. A classic."

"Heh. So, BM-85, did you have fun?" the ape asked to the person. BM-85 looked at him with glassy eyes.

"I am BM-85. I am here to serve and I enjoy it," he said mechanically. GM-29 slapped his knees in laughter.

"Stop it," DF-16 said disapprovingly.

"By the way, I did not quite get your name, when we first met," GM-29 began, stiffling his laughter. "What was it, already? It was starting with a K..."

"I am BM-85. I am here to serve and I enjoy it."

"Oh, come one, bun. You were so adamant about it. I'm sure that you could not have forgotten it after a single day of training. C'mon, what's your name?" the gorilla asked again, twisting the knife.

"I am BM-85..." the gold bunny started. He began to choke, tears rolling again. "I am here... *Sniff* To serve."

"Okay, that's enough!" the dolphin interrupted. She pushed the gorilla away and offered BM-85 a cooldown hug. "Sssh... It's over... Don't think about anything, rest. The first days are always the hardest, but very soon you will enjoy it. So calm down and close your eyes."

Pressed against the dolphin girl's big breasts, BM-85 followed her advice. He stopped trying to remember his name, or even his girlfriend's. In his confused mind, he was not even sure he ever wore a coat of fur like the patrons of the fair, or that he had ever been of the same kind as them. But he has thought enough for today. Darkness set in, and BM-85 fell fast asleep.