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"Go on, bro..." said Oakin.

"She... I don't think I can, Oak." responded Taig, Oakin's arm atop his shoulders.

Taig was wearing the same outfit that pretty much all the other males wore: a simple light brown loincloth and nothing else, hanging down from the front of his waist with thin sides worn high on the hips, leaving little to the imagination. Oakin was wearing the same, but a crimson colour.

Taig was just a simple husky, although he was the runt of his litter and tended to get picked on occasionally by the other slaves. He was relatively skinny, but he was also athletic and nimble, the result of working in the mines his entire life. Taig was a brown bear and dwarfed Taig in size completely. But they were good friends and got along pretty well, Oakin saving him from the brunt of the teasing of the others. But the thing about Taig and Oakin is that they were both slaves.

Many generations ago, their world was conquered by a race of insectoid aliens, all the intelligent inhabitants were enslaved. All the slaves were kept confined to large slummy districts, built out of countless flimsy wooden shacks. Sadly, exhaustion meant that they spent most of the remainders of their days asleep in their shacks. One of the few comforts besides the presence of their friends and families was the waves of the ocean along the shoreline where their slum was built.

Occasionally, as soon as they finished their work for the day, the many slaves would jump in the ocean and simply enjoy themselves. But on this day, these two friends had another objective: Oakin was trying to get Taig a girlfriend. Taig was still a virgin and Oakin was determined to hook him up with another slave. The two of them were watching Sivvy, a female otter, hanging up old loincloths on the clothesline in the laundry yard. They were just out of earshot.

"Come on, bro, she'll think you're cute! Go for it!" said Oakin, standing behind Taig and putting his mammoth paws on his shoulders. Then he pushed his little friend forward, who quickly pulled himself back into the dark brown fur of his huge friend.

"She's totally not gonna fall for me. Can't I just... go to the beach with the others?" replied Taig, bringing his left paw up to clutch his right arm in embarrassment of his situation.

The two pulled back behind a nearby shack, out of sight.

"Bro, how could she not fall for this...?" said Oakin, lowering one of his paws down to Taig's abdomen, where he used one of his claws to tickle at his athletic stomach muscles.

"Haha, stop!" said Taig, giggling as he was assaulted by the huge bear..

Oakin forced his little friend down, leaning his back against his bent left knee as he continued to tickle his athletic body. Taig was writhing and laughing as his back was pressed into Oakin's furry thigh, trying in vain to prevent the torture from the large paws. A slight bulge was becoming visible behind the fabric of Taig's loincloth.

"Seriously, bro, you need to lighten up..." said Oakin.

The bear moved his large paws lower, tickling the fur right above Taig's skimpy loincloth, then slowly moving his paws even lower to rub against his bulge through the fabric. The tickling sensations suddenly turned pleasurable.

"Oak, I... ohhhh..." said Taig, moaning under his breath as the large paws stimulated him. He moved his own paws down over Oakin's, keeping t in place over his bulging loincloth.

"You like that, don't you?" said Oakin with a cheeky grin.

Taig was panting, the bulge in his loincloth tenting with his increasing arousal.

"W-why are... aaaah..." continued Taig, slowly thrusting his hips as Oakin fiercely pleasured his smaller friend.

"Just a little taste of what you really need to do more often, buddy..." said Oakin.

Pre-cum was already staining the front of the tented fabric. The thin cloth had folded around Taig's arousal and Oakin was masturbating him through the material, a cheeky grin still adorning his snout.

"Come on, little buddy, just enjoy it! You're almost there!" urged Oakin, pleasuring him only more furiously. He moved his hand behind his loincloth to grasp him directly, continuing to manipulate him.

"Oak, I don't... ah... ah... I... I can't... aaaah!"

His moans were high-pitched and frequent. Finally he could contain himself no longer and his body convulsed in wave upon wave of orgasmic pleasure. His seed spewed forth to stain the fabric of his loincloth as he thrusted his hips furiously. It was all he could do to hold in his screams of pleasure from his first ever orgasm, all the way at the age of 19. He threw his arms wide as he emptied himself into his skimpy loincloth hanging loosely from his waist, bulging over his throbbing arousal.

"You guys are funny!" came a voice from behind.

Barely before Taig's orgasm had finished, the two friends bolted to their feet to face the new arrival. Sivvy, the female otter, had been standing over them during Taig's entire ordeal. She was wearing only a skimpy loincloth of her own in addition to another tattered piece of cloth wrapped around her chest. There was a smile across her soft snout.

"Oh! Uh... Sivvy... hi..." said Oakin.

Taig was still cumming into his loincloth, his thick cream staining the garment and dripping to the sandy ground. His legs were wobbly and could barely hold him up. He couldn't hide his embarrassment as his cheeks turned red. Lifting his left paw, he held his right arm once again.

"Hey, guys!" yelled a nearby voice. "The den's open!" It was another slave, a male deer, wearing only high-cut leather briefs.

"Oh, boy!" said Sivvy, now running after the deer as he left.

"Wait for me!" said Oakin, running in the same direction.

Taig staggered after them, still recovering from his intense ordeal.

The "Den" was what the slaves called a large shack that they had converted into what was essentially bar, a social area of their own design to use when they had time off. As the slaves entered, makeshift tables and chairs littered the space, many slaves seated at them, or on the stools by the bar. Behind the bar, the bartender, a male lizard wearing another loincloth like Taig's, was serving pints of "Hinga", a drink that had been brought to this planet by their masters, known for being a somewhat alcoholic beverage and also acting as an "super aphrodisiac". It was a favourite for all the slaves, but Taig rarely drank it. The Den was fairly loud. The strongest, largest and buffest slaves were arm-wrestling or loudly joking with each other. The rest were mostly chatting amongst themselves, also occasionally joking and laughing. They were all drinking Hinga.

Taig and Oakin moved to sit together at one of the tables. As Taig sat down, he felt his soiled loincloth lie against his crotch, making him feel humiliated and nervous. Over to his right, he heard the sound of female laughing, where Sivvy and several of her friends were giggling, their attention focused on him. Clearly Sivvy had told them about her encounter with Taig and Oakin. He only felt more embarrassed.

Noticing Taig's unease with his surroundings, Oakin nudged his smaller friend with his elbow. "Buck up, Taig! We can have some great fun here! We've been waitin' for this for about a year now!"

"I... I just don't really feel-" began Taig before being cut-off by Oakin.

"Hey, everybody! Taig here needs a bellyful of Hinga!" yelled Taig's large friend.

In a roar of laughter and cheers, a few slaves got up from their activities and headed straight for Taig. Despite his protests, they immediately grabbed him, much to the delight of the other slaves who were cheering their friends on. One slave grabbed each of his limbs. Oakin was kneeling and holding tight of his right leg, while Sivvy seemed to have joined in and was holding his left leg, sensually rubbing her head against his thigh and occasionally lifting her paws up between Taig's legs to tickle his balls. The male deer from earlier was holding his right arm and a male lizard was holding his left arm, wearing a spherical metallic codpiece held onto his sides by leather straps.

A sand-coloured male bull, wearing only a skimpy, hanging loincloth similar to Taig's, was now towering in front of him, a mountain of muscle. Kneeling down, his head was almost level with Taig's. He took a hold of his cheek with a mammoth hand and with a deep, growly voice, said with a grin "Looks like someone needs to lighten up. Huh, little guy?"

The huge bull took a pint of Hinga, lifted Taig's snout, and pressed it into his maw. Firmly restrained by the many stronger slaves, he was unable to do anything but gurgle it all down. It didn't take long before the flask was completely empty, but the bull quickly retrieved another and continued to pour the strong liquid down Taig's throat. Other slaves joined in, pouring Hinga down his throat or helping to keep him restrained, mostly so they could nuzzle his fur and caress his lithe body.

This exercise continued for what seemed like hours, and while he dared not admit it out loud, Taig couldn't deny to himself that he was enjoying this experience. He loved the attention on his body from his fellow slaves and he loved the taste of the liquid being forced down his throat. His whole predicament made him feel somewhat aroused, as evidenced from his tenting loincloth.

"Looks like someone's havin' fun now!" said an unseen voice in the background. With his eyes closed and his sobriety rapidly fading, he didn't much care who it was amid the mountain of other cheering, laughing and chatting voices.

One particular slave, Sivvy, didn't hesitate to grab hold of the growing tent behind the bright-brown fabric, gently rubbing it. Oakin took the opportunity to sneak a paw under Taig's loincloth and tickle the underside of his arousal.

One well-known attribute of Hinga is that all consumed Hinga is essentially converted into sperm. It wasn't long before his arousal was rapidly trailing a stream of his seed, splattering to the floor, despite him still being far from orgasm. Filled to the brim with Hinga, he certainly wouldn't be stopping any time soon. Every moment of his constant ejaculation felt like heaven growing within between his restrained thighs.

After a while, his overly-friendly captors detached themselves from his body, leaving him to wobble to and fro with dizziness. He was still cumming endlessly, the fluid slipping through the sparse floorboards and into the ground. He couldn't think or see straight when suddenly the huge bull grabbed his arm and tossed him into a long wooden box in the corner of the room beside some barrels. Landing relatively softly on the pile of loincloths that the box contained, he simply contented himself to his drunken state while he continued to pour himself into his own skimpy garment.

Night came and the many patrons of the free bar had returned to their own shacks, lounging in their hammocks and pleasuring themselves to relieve their pent-up arousal. All the while, Taig still lay in the box, asleep, still ejaculating endlessly to the point where he could feel the gooey substance against his bare back, soaking through the bed of old loincloths beneath him as it filled the crate.

Finally, morning came and the slaves were already back in the Den, partying away before their long day of work. Taig had stopped cumming barely an hour earlier. It was a long, pleasurable night in a strange state between sleep and the waking world.

He awoke with a start when the large bull yanked him from the box and threw him onto a table. Still dizzy and half-asleep, he could barely make out a single word from the laughing and chatting amongst his fellow slaves. He was faintly jolted, however, by the feel of a huge hand on his now-dry loincloth, moaning softly as it gently stroked him through the soft fabric.

"I'm bettin he slept well! Huh, boys?" yelled the huge bull as he felt Taig's arousal rapidly growing behind his loincloth. It was his hand that was caressing him.

Immediately nearby slaves gathered around Taig, all of them fondling, groping and teasing his exhausted and dazed body in his half-asleep state. The huge bull had moved behind Taig, menacingly standing above him with a wicked grin. The bull's loincloth brushed against Taig's head, almost giving Taig a perfect view of the contents hidden beneath. He leaned his horned head in slowly. "Havin' fun now, kid?" Then he kissed him, pressing his huge snout into Taig's smaller snout.

Taig could feel the huge tongue probing every corner of his mouth. Oakin was jacking Taig's his length through the fabric of his tented loincloth once again, while Sivvy was stroking his sides. Another slave, the male deer, had dipped his hands under Taig's loincloth and was massaging his plump orbs. The combination of all this and more was driving his body crazy and it took only moments for him to climax, his hard arousal throbbing and pulsing as it shot his warm cum into his skimpy loincloth.

The rapidly staining fabric was met with cheers from the surrounding slaves while muffled moans and gasps came from Taig, who was finally being brought to full sobriety. The large bull pulled away, briefly tickling Taig's cheek with his giant tongue. Taig turned his tired head to his left where he saw another slave undergoing a similar ritual.

In Taig's mind, he felt satisfied and content, as if their lifelong slavery no longer mattered. Through this unofficial coming-of-age rite, he felt that he belonged more than he ever did before. He was so happy to simply lay on the wooden table, blissfully welcoming the physical teasing from his fellow slaves, his cum staining his soaked loincloth.

Suddenly the sound of a siren was heard outside. The "return-to-work" siren. As Taig slowly sat up, his body trembling from his long ordeal, everyone started towards their various jobs. Some went to the fields while Taig, Oakin and others went to the mines.

It was a short walk out of the sandy wooden slums to the nearby cliffs. Carved into the rock was a series of caves, familiar figures standing guard beside each of them. They were their masters. Humanoid insects with digitigrade legs and mandibled mouths, with a thick carapace covering their tall and slender bodies. Their four eyes were watching the slaves as they piled in to the cave entrance. They wore only what seemed to be thick, metallic, high-cut speedos, a little green light on the thin sides.

Inside, fiery torches were hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the dark. Here, the male and female slaves were separated into different caverns where they would perform their labour. After some time of walking down complex, dark passages, the heat steadily rising, Taig and Oakin came to their place of work: a fairly wide mine shaft with a mine cart track running through.

The two friends immediately got to work with their pickaxes, mining out the precious stones they were tasked with obtaining. They laboured constantly for several hours, their fur slick with sweat from the work and the heat. Taig was panting, taking a moment to sit on a boulder and catch his breath, still suffering the side-effects of the intoxicating Hinga. He knew he couldn't stop working, otherwise one of the overseers might see and have him carted away for punishment.

He heard the sound of yelling coming from further down the passageway. Turning around to look he saw the male deer wearing high-cut leather briefs being assaulted by the energy whip of an overseer. These were no normal whips, and instead provoked an instant orgasm in those that they hit. The deer was on his back, writhing as orgasm after orgasm shook his tender muscles, climaxing into his leather briefs. Nearby, another deer, possibly his brother, started hitting the back of the insectoid overseer. The creature turned around and immediately began striking the other deer, knocking him to the ground as his pleasurable torture took hold of him.

The other deer was wearing only a loincloth similar to Kaid's, although this one was not hanging and instead was neatly wrapped into a pair of briefs, held together by a leather belt. As he came, his cream was clearly visible as it stained the fabric of his makeshift garment.

After a while, the overseer ceased his humiliation of the two brothers, who had now blacked out from the experience, then two more insectoids came along and dragged their bodies away for unknown purposes. Taig felt guilty for not intervening, but he knew he would only suffer the same fate from the physically superior insectoid masters.

He quickly got back to work, hoping none of them saw him resting. After a few more hours even his loincloth was dripping with sweat, heavy from the moisture it had accumulated from the fur of its wearer. The extra weight only seemed to make it hang lower, almost exposing his extremities to the view of his fellow slaves.

Their loincloths and various other small garments were provided to them by their insectoid masters, enough to keep them only barely modest. Little to no effort was put into making them, but they were only slaves and their masters cared little for how they dressed. Some slaves took it upon themselves to make better garments, but they weren't allowed to wear anything that didn't cover only their privates.

What happened to those that were taken away by the overseers was a mystery. None of the slaves knew, and none had ever returned. This strict method of maintaining the rules only served to keep the slaves in line, but it didn't stop some from simply succumbing to exhaustion.

This was rapidly becoming the case for Taig. Today they were given an extra work load and Taig had never worked this much before. He was far from the most physically fit of the slaves. The sweat he was painted with smoothed out his fur, making him look thinner than usual. He was already exhausted and was panting heavily.

Oakin, who was just as sweaty as Taig was, noticed his friend becoming weak. He quickly put his pick down, walked up to him and put an arm around him. "Come on, buddy. Just half an hour to go then we're done..." he said.

Taig nodded and Oakin reluctantly pulled away from his friend, getting back to work. A few minutes later and Taig collapsed to his knees, fur soaked in sweat, panting and shivering. Oakin was about to go to him when an overseer stepped up to Taig and immediately hit him with his energy whip.

Taig came instantly, filling his already drenched loincloth with his seed as pleasure overwhelmed him, threatening to deprive him of the last of his energy. He was thrusting his hips as he tried to work his way to his feet, hot cream still spilling into his tenting loincloth and noticeably dripping to the ground. Lost in both pleasure and exhaustion, his body covered in all manner of fluids, he was convulsing and shivering as he reached for his pick. Sadly, the overseer wasn't done with him yet and hit him again. He thrust his hips forward with another powerful climax, the pressure in his loins instantly building to incredible levels then emptying. Taig then keeled over backwards, with consciousness fading from him.

The overseer wasted no time in picking up his still-convulsing body as he continued to cum in his sleep. Throwing him onto the carapace of the insectoid's shoulder, the overseer started down the passageway, Oakin watching helplessly, never expecting to see his friend again.

When he finally came to, Taig found himself still hung over the carapace of the insectoid. His body too weak, he could do nothing but continue to hang limply on the armoured shoulder, his arms and legs waving freely as the overseer carried him. The heat had risen even more and he was still sweating, his loincloth still heavy and drenched. He could barely keep his eyes open.

A few minutes passed since he awoke and they came to a particularly large cavern. In the centre was a large circular pit roughly fifty meters in diameter. At the bottom, roughly ten metres down, was a huge organic mass of bright red flesh, pulsating and writhing with tentacles. On the sides of the pit, other overseers were carrying slaves of their own, then throwing them into the pit. The nimble tentacles caught them as they were thrown in, immediately wrapping around their limbs and pulling them down.

Taig was overwhelmed with fear. Resisting the urge to continue watching, he mustered the last of his strength and tried desperately to struggle in the strong grip of the overseer. Unfortunately, his efforts were in vain and the overseer chugged him into the pit. His arms and legs waving in panic, the tentacles quickly rushed at him as he fell, coiling around his arms, legs, neck and chest. With despair flowing over him, tears began to well up in his eyes, knowing he may never be able to see Oakin or Sivvy again. His only comfort was that his situation was somewhat arousing and he felt himself become hard once again.

He had a good view of the surface of the slimy organism. Dotting the fleshy mass were various small holes containing what seemed to be a thick mass of further tentacles. Slaves were being pulled down into these little holes by the tentacles that held them. Elsewhere, other slaves were lying on their backs or fronts on the bright red flesh, their heads ensnared in some kind of protrusion from the mass, another protrusion attached to the crotch of their naked bodies, as if feeding on their juices.

The tentacles were holding him upside down now. He gasped when he felt a tentacle wrap itself around his arousal under his loincloth. He couldn't help but moan softly as it began pumping his sensitive flesh up and down. In a few moments, his moans had become much louder from the attention. Slowly his fear was falling away to bliss, the tentacle around his shaft pleasuring him expertly. He closed his eyes as his body responded instinctively, thrusting his hips back and forth.

"Mmmmmnnn, ahh, oohhhh..." he was saying, verbally expressing his pleasure. He couldn't explain why these tentacles were pleasuring him, but he did know that he had never experienced anything like this before. "Aaah!" he yelled, his body bucking with intense stimulation as he felt other tentacle slide itself into his rear. He felt it writhe and vibrate inside him. He could feel his orgasm rapidly building, a growing pressure in his loins, ready to burst from between his legs at any moment.

The tentacle masturbating his hard arousal tightened, only moments before his release and he was denied his orgasm. Moaning loudly, he couldn't express his frustration. He longed to climax, but the tight tentacle would not permit him release. The pleasure had reached incomprehensible levels, but all he could do was groan, moan and grunt as the tentacles continued to toy with his body, massaging him all over. Several minutes passed and still he could do nothing but embrace the sensations as the tentacles stimulated him, his orgasm so close but yet so far.

Another tentacle soon slithered up in front of him. It slithered along the underside of his snout, teasing his jaw, then suddenly wrapping around his head and into his snout, forcing its way down his throat as he gagged on the slimy appendage. As it travelled downward, it entered his windpipe and began feeding him oxygen. It split in two and the other tentacle started down for his stomach where it began to deposit an unknown fluid. Somehow, he stopped gagging on the tentacles as soon as this occurred.

His pleasure only heightened, his vulnerable state making his feel more aroused from the stimulation. He barely noticed as the tentacles holding him pulled him down into one of the little holes in the fleshy mass, his furry legs slipping into the many writhing appendages. In moments he was completely submerged, countless tentacles rubbing and fondling him all over. Above him, the entrance closed up, leaving him alone with the tentacles as they had their way with him in the darkness. While the tentacle masturbating him continued to work its malicious magic, another tentacle tore away his loincloth, then opened up at the tip and swallowed his length. The one that had wrapped itself around his arousal suddenly unwound from him and at last, finally, he climaxed. He came and came, his body wrecked with pleasure as it expelled his built-up cum.

He had no idea how much time had passed. Hours? Days? Weeks? All he knew was the unending pleasure and occasional moments of dreamless sleep. Even still he could not orgasm. He thought to himself that maybe he would be like this for the rest of his life, assuming this huge creature didn't have some way of preventing him from aging. However, despite his inability to orgasm, he could not deny that he loved every moment of the intense stimulation as the tentacles around his arousal continued to masturbate him, the one in his rear rubbing against his prostate, and the rest massaging his body all over.

Then at last a time finally came when the fleshy roof above opened up and the tentacles brought him to the surface. They deposited him on his back against the fleshy material, his fur dripping with the slime from the tentacles as the tentacle in his throat retracted. He felt almost as though he had been reborn. His thoughts were blank, focused only on the events unfolding around him. He did notice many other loincloths scattered across the surface of the bright red organism.

Out of nowhere, one of the large fleshy protrusions engulfed his head and his vision was ensnared by darkness once again. He was still held down by his arms and legs while the tentacle engulfing his arousal continued to coax his cum from him.

His screams of ecstasy were muffled by the appendage that had engulfed his head. The tentacle slurping on his crotch greedily consumed his fluids, rubbing and massaging his arousal as it coaxed every last drop of cum from him. For hours his climaxes continued, a stream of endless pleasure before he finally lost consciousness from exhaustion, but even then he still continued to cum. When he was awake, he was no longer himself. He had been lost totally and utterly to pleasure alone, the appendage around his head connecting to his nervous system and depriving him of any thoughts.

After a few days, Taig, now utterly mindless, was released from his fleshy captivity. The tentacles coiled around him lifted him up to the edge of the pit. They deposited him on his knees, his seed still spraying indiscriminately. An overseer had came up to him, some kind of shiny devices in his hands. He knelt down in front of the young slave, then put one half of the device on Taig's crotch and the other on his backside, clicking the two pieces together at his hips. It was the same high-cut metallic speedo that the overseers were wearing! When attaching to his rump, the rear piece of the garment forced some kind of device inside him.

The little green light on the side flicked on and immediately Taig stood up, his face blank and devoid of emotion. Inside the thick, metallic speedo, he still continued to cum, although he was no longer hard. He neither knew nor cared where his fluids were going inside the small device. He was simply a zombie, a machine, a drone used to serve his masters.

A signal was sent through the newly activated device, travelling through his nervous system to his brain, controlling the actions of his body as it made him move towards one of the exits of the large cavern. For several minutes he continued descending deeper into the planet, the heat steadily increasing even further, yet somehow not phasing him. All around him, other slaves, began filing into the same tunnel, all of them descending together, all of them clad in the same high-cut metal speedo.

Some time passed before they arrived at their new home: simply another mine shaft. Immediately and without hesitation, the slaves, armed with their newly augmented bodies, got straight to work mining the tunnels in pitch blackness, the control devices around their pelvises knowing exactly where and how to make their bodies move in the darkness. They had no thoughts, no emotions, and no will of their own. Taig and his fellow slaves had become little more than machines designed to serve their masters, working endlessly in the darkness.

As the months passed, never ceasing their servitude, even to eat, drink or sleep, Taig's fellow slaves began to change. Their fur began falling off, some kind of hardened substance underneath. Their very snouts began to change shape and their legs grew long and thin. Taig too was experiencing these same changes, even as he continued to cum into his skimpy metal attire. He, and all the other slaves, were changing into their own masters, the insectoids, who in turn served a power even greater than themselves.

This was Taig now: a mindless, obedient drone dedicated to serving his hive for his unseen superiors. For the rest of his life, this was his fate.