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The Suspended Gallery

For Lafontaine

By Draconicon

Suspended from the ceiling by chains and cuffs, Caleb wondered just how much longer he and the other captives would be kept in position. The Doberman knew that it couldn't be much longer. Their captors had been very good about keeping them in good shape, despite all of them being victims of kidnap. He was sure that they wouldn't want to keep them hanging for long, particularly with the health risks associated with that.

The former landscaper looked side to side, taking in the other males that were suspended in the same way that he was. Not one of them could put their entire soles on the ground, forced to stand on the balls of their feet, and on their tiptoes in the cases of the rodents. He was lucky enough to be one of the former, though even that was getting wearing for him.

He shifted slightly from one foot to the other, moving his weight around so that it didn't leave his arms aching quite so much to be suspended like this. He could feel his cock swaying back and forth between his legs at the motion, and barely managed to hide a blush as his uncut length slapped from thigh to thigh.

I swear it wasn't that long two weeks ago, he thought. It has to be bigger...right?

It wouldn't be the only change that had hit him in those two weeks. Ever since he'd been grabbed and stuffed in a van while on the job, he'd been put through a lot of work. Some of it had been almost understandable, from the change in diet that had forced the Doberman to start losing weight to the extra exercise to force him to get more fit, but the rest of it...

I punched someone in the eye the first day, Caleb thought. What happened after that? Why did I stop?

He didn't know, but he knew that he wasn't fighting this as much as he should have been. Something had gone wrong, either for him or for someone else. They were either being nicer than they had been that first day, or he had stopped caring on some level or another. He hoped that it was the first.

Before he could sink deeper into his ruminations, the door at the far end of the room opened, and then its twin did the same. A rather skinny hyena stepped through the gap between them, making his way towards the line of naked men. Caleb hissed under his breath, but couldn't bring himself to do more than that as he looked upon the Engineer.

They called him that because he had engineered this whole thing. Everyone here had been kidnapped on his orders, and he was some sort of mastermind that had dragged this whole thing forward. He didn't know how it worked, but the Doberman was sure of one thing. Nothing happened that the Engineer wasn't aware of, or wasn't behind.

The hyena walked right up to him, gesturing up and down for the two elephants that had come in behind him.

"As you can see, this particular product has been pushed to build himself up quite well. He's been trained to continue showing off his body as long as he works out, and you can tell that he's got quite a bit of meat on his bones."

The hyena reached down, grabbing him by the cock. Caleb hissed softly, even as his shaft responded without his full cooperation. It hardened slightly, rising up as the hyena gave him a couple of rough strokes, pulling down his foreskin and circling the head of his cock with an oily finger.

"And a fat cock, too, if you prefer to see this meaty thing swinging around, or bobbing about."

"How's he doing in the back?" the elephant on the right asked.

"Oh, just as good as anything else. Go ahead, shove a finger in him."

Caleb bit his lip, knowing that this was going to sting a bit without lube. He forced himself to relax as much as he possibly could, but it was still a sudden burst of heat from behind as the thick gray digit forced its way under his tail. He gasped softly, trying to hide his reaction, but the elephant in front still saw it. He chuckled.

"Looks like you have someone used to smaller things than what me and my partner have between our legs."

"He's a quick learner, I assure you. But, if you want someone already very experienced, I have more. Come, come, let me show you this mouse over here..."

As the Engineer led the elephants away, Caleb forced himself to breathe deeply. Even now, he could feel the faint edge of his bred-in instincts to attack and lash out, but they were faded, pushed down at the edge of his awareness, almost like he wasn't supposed to use them. He felt like they were just...almost gone, as if they were faded down to almost nothing now, and wondered if he was actually feeling them, or just remembering them.

Either way, it was something to be concerned about.

He shifted from foot to foot again, trying to ignore the feeling of throbbing fire in his asshole, when other customers started to come by. He'd heard about this from some of the other captives, though this was his first time on the 'sales floor,' so to speak. These customers had free reign to fondle, to stroke, to finger, to do anything short of fucking with the merchandise if they wanted, and the Engineer would allow it. The ones that impressed the buyers got sold. The ones that didn't went back for reconditioning.

Reconditioning or slavery? he wondered. Which is really the worst option here?

It was a fair question, and one that he didn't have the answer to, particularly as the crowd started to push forward. There were all sorts of buyers, from the lean to the tall, and he knew that one of them, eventually, would be interested in him over the others. His luck was just bad like that.

Eventually, after having his cock stroked to hardness more than five times and his ass finger-fucked four times, a new buyer walked up to him. A large-ish boar, the stranger had a few little gray marks and wrinkles along the side of his muzzle, but they were the only signs of the other man's advancing age. He shifted a bit, trying not to be quite so visible in the way that he was checking the other guy out, but he could feel that he wasn't being that successful about it.

The boar was quick, too, reaching down and grabbing him firmly by the balls. Caleb yelped as he was pulled forward, but didn't squirm or fight. Not only because of the weird calmness that came with it, but also from the knowledge that any fighting would be more likely to rip his balls off than get him free.

"Ah, Mr. Boglan."

The Engineer was suddenly right at his side, chuckling.

"I see that you have someone in mind already, sir. How can I help make this sale better?"

"You can not talk to me, right at the moment. I've already started my examination."

"Of course, of course."

The Doberman's breath caught in his throat as he felt the boar's eyes on him, trying not to see the well-made suit that the other man wore, or feel the grip of those blunt-ended fingers rubbing along his cock and feeling him up along his thigh. It was a reminder of just how well-off the big man was, and just what the implications were.

Up until that point, he hadn't seriously thought about anyone actually buying him. Yes, the other captives that had been on the floor before had talked about it, and the Engineer had made sure to tell them what the expectations upon them were, but it wasn't until that moment that the reality had come crashing down upon him. Someone could literally buy him, take him away, and he would never have a chance to dispute it. He would really be someone's slave, and there was no way to stop it from happening.

He flashed through his old life as a landscaper, as a bit of a gym nut, as a guy with an off-and-on relationship with a lovely lady named Heather. He thought of it all, and imagined it all disappearing without a trace, with his girlfriend moving on, with nobody knowing where he'd gone and nobody caring.

He should have been hyperventilating, freaking out, lashing out. Instead, all he did was let out a soft whimper. He couldn't do anything more than that as he was fondled and felt up.

The boar walked around him, carrying a cane in one hand and holding his ass with the other. He shivered as he felt the muscular cheeks be parted, his eyes clenching tightly as he tried not to think about the older man staring down at his ass, tried not to think of what was obviously being imagined.

It didn't take long for him to feel something against his pucker, either, though it wasn't a finger, for once. He hissed, going up on his tiptoes even further as the gemmed tip of the boar's cane pressed against his ass, working the thin top back and forth like an un-lubed butt-plug, and it almost popped in more than once. He gasped for breath as it finally pulled back, shivering as the boar came around again.

"Hmmm, arouses well. He has a decent shaft, though I would like to see his balls swell a bit further."

"We have plenty of accessories for -"

"I asked you not to talk to me."

The boar shook his head a few times, pulling his cane back and reaching down with his hand again. This time, he rolled the Doberman's cock one way, and then the other, never hesitating to give it a firm squeeze before taking it into a new position. Caleb did everything he could to shut it out, trying not to get hard, but there was only so much that he could argue with his own body. It started to rise, the uncut shaft filling the boar's hand, and slowly getting bigger and bigger.

The boar rolled down the end of his foreskin, forcing his head to be exposed. Once more, that cane came up, rubbing the smooth tip against his cockhead, and Caleb hissed, squirming back and forth as the boar milked the tip of his cock against it. It didn't take long for him to get fully erect and dripping, his cock pointed forward without any bodily shame, though mentally, it was a different story.

Finally, Mr. Boglan pulled back, nodding his head a few times.

"I believe that he might make for an interesting purchase, but I want to look around a bit first. I don't know if he's the best here."

"There is, of course, a try before you buy option, sir."

The boar turned, and Caleb did the same, though far more surreptitiously. He hadn't heard about this before.

"Oh, yes, yes, quite the fine option, but only for the best of customers. As you, of course, are. I can arrange for a private viewing and testing."

"Hmmm, I see," the boar said. "And you can ensure that he can be tested with another of my toys? I need to make sure that they get along, like proper good boys."

"Of course, sir, of course. Shall I take him up there now?"

"Hmm."

Mr. Boglan turned back to him, and Caleb did his best not to look like he'd been listening in. He wasn't sure how he could do that, but he tried. The boar eventually shook his head.

"Not yet. I want to see him on the rig, first. Keep him on that while I continue browsing, and I'll let you know when I'm ready."

"Very good, sir, very good."

As the Engineer bowed deeper into his obsequiousness, the Doberman shivered. The rig sounded impressive, though he knew that it was a bit less impressive than one might think. Nevertheless, it was still one of the more dangerous things that a slave waiting for purchase might be put on, dangerous for the mind, and for the body.

He felt the chains over his head suddenly pull him higher, feeling his toes leave the ground by a full three inches. He panted softly, pulling on the chains just above his wrist and using that to keep from having his arms yanked out of his sockets. It wasn't that hard with his new set of muscles, but it was still more difficult than he would like to deal with for long. He hissed under his breath, looking around as some of the assistants brought the rig over from behind.

The rig was nothing more than a large, vibrating dildo that was left on the end of a large stick. It was place into the ground just between where his feet had been resting, the stick locking in place, and the dildo less than an inch below his hole. He could feel the vibrations along the longer hairs at his thighs and the bottom of the curve of his rear, and he bit his lips as he knew what would happen.

The rig was there to test someone, to see how long they could hold out before they gave in and just enjoyed themselves. He knew that it was only a matter of time before his grip on the chains above gave out, before he had to lower himself on something. The toy itself wasn't that long, but it was wide, and he knew from experience that it was just long enough to give his prostate a good buzzing beating if he let himself slide.

He grunted as he felt his hands starting to get a little slippery, sweat building up on his palms as he hung over the toy. It buzzed away constantly, his cock throbbing from the boar's touch and refusing to go down. Anticipation of what would come probably played some part, too, but he didn't want to think about that.

His cheeks burned a soft pink as the other buyers started to notice his peril, pointing at him and his hard cock as he swayed slightly over the toy. The buzzing rig beneath him tickled his thighs every time that he shifted a bit, and he bit his lips to keep from giggling from nerves and the odd sensation back there. The Doberman tried to get a bit of a better grip -

"NNNGH!"

Only to slip an inch. The toy pressed right up against his ass, the buzzing tip right against his pucker. A moan ripped from his lips a second later as he felt it trying to push in, the lubed tip far easier on his hole than the fingers from earlier had been. He bit his lips, trying not to think about how easy it would be to just sit down, to feel it sliding into him and gradually filling him up. All it would take would be to let go of the chains, and just...fall.

No, no, he had to hold out, had to hold out for a bit longer. Even as that tickling buzz teased his rim and begged him to sit down.

"Oh, look, he's twitching," someone said.

It was true. His cock was twitching, throbbing even as he felt the teasing under his tail. Up until two weeks ago, he'd never considered doing anything with his ass, but the exercise routines hadn't just been for his muscles. He had been trained to start thinking of that, to feel a need under his tail, to be curious and want things back there. He'd tried that out with fingers in his off-time, but this was the first time it had been taken this far.

Caleb hissed, trying to pull himself up a bit further, but his grip slipped again. The first inch of the toy popped into him, and he gasped, his legs spreading outwards a bit and his hole clamping down.

More and more people were staring at him now, all of them eagerly watching to see what would happen to him next. He couldn't entirely blame them for that. If he was watching this happen to a woman, he was sure that he'd be doing the same thing. He shivered, trying to pull himself up the toy. He managed to get a better grip on the chains, started to drag himself up -

POP!

The feeling of the toy popping loose from his hole made him gasp and lose his grip, falling down all the way. He arched his back, a deep moan ripped from his lungs as he filled his ass with the short, thick toy. The lube along the sides oozed through his hole, filling him up and then dripping down. The buzzing, vibrating thing hit his prostate hard, and his cock started to bob up and down like a conductor's baton, his pleasure coursing through it and his pre flowing freely. His foreskin had been pulled down and hooked just under the head of his cock, allowing for it to flow without being stuck, and he blushed at the constant assault of sensation across the exposed, sensitive tip of his shaft.

His cheeks burned as he tried to shift his position a bit more, trying to get off, but the toy held him right there. The constant buzzing on his prostate made it impossible to focus, his eyes crossing and his arms aching as he tried and failed to lift himself off the toy. Every time that he tried to drag himself off it, he felt the pleasure rise up and drag him right back down. He couldn't even entirely touch the ground; all he could do was hang there, halfway impaled, and wait for more.

The other buyers kept passing by, some of them reaching out and flicking his cock, others looking at him and shaking their heads at his situation. Others spanked his ass, making him tighten up on the toy, and others still were eager to see him cum, grabbing his cock and stroking it hard, bringing his foreskin up over the tip and making it squelch in the pre before dragging it back again.

Caleb had no control, no defense, and all he could do was moan and squirm and wriggle in his restraints, begging for either the mercy of an orgasm or mercy of release.

Neither came, and he just kept oozing and dripping until the Engineer returned to him. The hyena laughed, pulling him down, impaling him further on the toy as he was forced to stand on his feet again.

"It looks like you're in luck, little Doberman. You're going to get the chance at having a proper owner."

"An...owner?"

"Yes, Mr. Boglan has been very impressed by you so far. He wants to see how you act with one of his other slaves. Let's do well, shall we? I don't want to take you back down and put you through reconditioning."

That was the one thing that all the slaves agreed on. Nobody wanted to go back for reconditioning, nobody wanted to allow the Engineer a second chance to mess with them. He nodded, shivering and gasping as the toy was pulled out of his ass, the rig taken away for another time. The Doberman fell in step behind the hyena, allowing the Engineer to lead him to wherever it was that they needed to go.

They went out through the back door of the room, up a set of stairs, and stopped just outside a room with glass doors. Through it, he could see the boar sitting down on a large recliner, but more than that, he could see the other slave, and it was one that he recognized.

His jaw fell as he stared at Samuel, a bull that had gone missing months ago. They had worked together, with Samuel in construction and him in the landscaping, but they had been good friends outside of that, as well. He hadn't seen him in so long, and had thought that the bull had simply moved on, gone into a different business without wanting to have connections with his old life.

It seemed that he had guessed true, but for the wrong reasons.

He was pushed into the room without the Engineer, and Mr. Boglan looked up almost instantly. The boar saw his face, and before he could get rid of his shocked expression, his potential master chuckled.

"Well, well, so you know each other, do you?"

"I...yes."

"Yes, sir, at the very least."

"Yes, sir."

"Better."

The boar pushed the bull back, the broad-shouldered, muscular male showing the huge cock that he'd been sucking on. The boar's large balls swelled and churned in his view, and the Doberman did his best not to stare at them for too long. He didn't want to make things worse for himself, but it was obvious that they were just begging to be released, to be allowed to cum all over the place. He turned his head to the side, trying not to stare, but it was impossible for him not to look.

Particularly as Samuel leaned down, licking along the bigger man's balls.

"Yes, as you can see, he's been broken to serve quite well. I think that he could use a little bit of help, though, which is where you come in."

"What do you mean, sir?"

"When was the last time that you sucked a man?"

"Um...I have...sucked dildos, sir."

"Then you need to learn. Samuel."

The boar snapped his fingers, and the bull instantly stopped what he was doing. Mr. Bolgan pointed to him.

"Educate him."

"Yes, sir, thank you, sir."

The bull moved with military speed and precision, pulling the Doberman off his feet and down to his knees before the boar. The scent of cock musk and pre filled his nose almost instantly, and he wasn't given the chance to protest or complain in the slightest before he was shoved head-first down the shaft. He was made to swallow the tip, and then down to the midpoint. Even as he gagged, the bull grabbed him by the neck, rubbing him like he was some sort of feral to get him to swallow.

"Hehehe, yes, that's it. Learn well, little Doberman, and perhaps you'll have the opportunity to feel Sam's mouth around your cock yourself. It's quite a talented one, I assure you."

The slight civility did nothing to ease his worries as he had his head forced up and down the thick cock before him. The scent was burning at his nose. He had never had this level of experience with a real male. Even when his throat had been trained, it had been through the use of toys alongside his meals, something to force him to get used to the feeling of something in his mouth and throat. It had never had the smell, or the taste, or the sheer size of the boar before him as he had his head shoved up and down.

Samuel whispered instructions to him along with the head-bobbing that he was doing, and he started to employ them, working to swallow every time that he moved forward, and pushing out with his air every time that the cock slid back out. The hand on the back of his head kept him from pulling more than a certain amount back every time, and he shivered as he felt the oozing head over his tongue every time that he reached a certain point in space.

Up and down, up and down, up and down he went, constantly sucking, constantly swallowing, trying to use his tongue as he was told on the fat cock in his mouth and down his throat. There had to be a better way to do it than this, but he didn't know what it was.

Samuel leaned in, kissing the balls as he worked his mouth up and down the shaft. As the big bull sucked and licked those hairy nuts, the Doberman could feel the flow of pre getting faster and more thick down his throat, knowing that the boar was enjoying this more than just the blowjob. He groaned, feeling that it was building up to an orgasm, something that he had no idea if he was ready for.

Just as it was right on the edge, though, Mr. Boglan laid a hand on his head and pushed him back.

"A pity that you are so rough with it. I can feel your teeth all along my shaft. I suppose you will need more training."

"Mmmph...sorry...sir."

No, no training. I don't feel sorry. I don't...I...

It was hard to think. He had to do this to avoid getting sent down for reconditioning, but if he was bought...

There was no good option, he realized, no good way forward that involved anything less than losing all of who he was for the sake of keeping his life.

He was pulled to his feet, Samuel with him, and they were taken over to another end of the room. Their hands were pulled over their head, and he went with it, unable to help himself. There was no point in resisting, so why try?

He stood there as his arms were dragged back into chains, though not high enough to force him on tiptoes this time. He and Samuel were forced to face each other, and he blushed as their cocks were pulled together, dragged and frotted against each other, their dripping tips oozing over one another and sliming up their shafts to an insane degree.

Mr. Boglan smiled behind him, giving their cocks a good few strokes.

"I want you to see what it means to serve. I want you to see the bliss that comes with it. Perhaps then, Caleb, you will be worthy of purchase."

"I..."

He gulped.

"I will try, sir."

"As you should. Now, where did I put that..."

The boar disappeared out of his line of sight for a few seconds, and Caleb was left staring at the bull that he had worked with for so long. Samuel had been a good friend, and as straight as the day was long. He remembered going out for drinks after their job days ended, had remembered barbecues that they'd gone to together, remembered everything that they had enjoyed as two guys with little to do.

And now...

Now there was nothing left of that in Samuel's eyes. There was only devotion to Mr. Boglan, and the sheer lust that filled his cock and leaked out over Caleb's own.

Is this what I'll become? he wondered. Is this my fate?

"There it is."

The boar returned, and before he could say anything, Caleb felt his cock get shoved right up against Samuel's, and then something warm, slick, and tight slipped down over the pair of them. He gasped, arching his back and thrusting forward before he could stop himself.

"Hehehe, feels good, hmm? Let's see how long you can last."

As Mr. Boglan walked around behind Samuel, Caleb looked down. Their cocks had been shoved into a big, heavy fleshlight, the tips of their shafts almost pointing out the other end. The inside was filled with more lube than he had ever seen used for something like that, and he could feel every inch of the toy and every throbbing bit of the bull's cock against his.

"Alright, Samuel. Time to show our new slave how to behave."

He couldn't see what happened, but he felt it. Suddenly, Samuel thrust forward with a deep, lowing moan, his back arching and his cock thrusting up into the toy. It slid along the underside of the Doberman's shaft, while the toy ground against the top side. It made him thrust forward in response, panting as he arched his back at the sudden pleasure, his cock ground against another cock, their dicks trapped together.

They rocked back and forth for almost a full minute, thrusting against each other and the toy, before he realized what was going on. Shivering, staring through eyes that were glazed over with lust, he could just make out the boar behind the bull, and, looking down, he could see what was happening.

Mr. Boglan's hands were around Samuel's hips, and he was...he was thrusting...fucking...

He's getting fucked...and frotting me at the same time...

He looked back up, stared at Samuel's face. The bull's eyes were slitted in bliss, narrowed and not seeing anything as his tongue hung out of his mouth. He was dumbly taking it, enjoying the pleasure around his cock and in his ass.

Three thrusts, four, five, each one thrusting the bull forward, grinding him against the toy and then filling him up. And then it stopped.

Mr. Boglan stepped around the bull, rubbing his cock with a lube-covered hand, and walked up behind the Doberman. Caleb shivered, his hands tightening into fists over his head.

"Please, I can't...I can't take it...I'm so close..."

"Oh, you're close, alright...and you're going to go over into orgasm more than once before I'm done with you."

The boar thrust forward, and Caleb screamed. It was thicker and longer than the rig had been, big enough to really open him up. If there hadn't been so much lube on that cock, he would have been split open far worse, and he was still not sure he wasn't. He arched his back, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt himself pushed right up to his tiptoes, his claws clicking on the ground as his hands clenched harder than ever.

In, out, in, out, that thick, hot length filling him to a point that he had never imagined. It lacked the vibrating pleasure of the rig, but it was so much harder to ignore. It hit his prostate hard with every thrust, kept him filled and stretched, and was hammering him, pushing down everything that rose to try and stop it.

The urge for freedom? Squashed beneath dick.

The urge to get out? Body-slammed with pleasure.

The fear of what he'd become? Broken by the frotting he was forced to do.

He was pressed forward, too, his chest against the bull's, their muscular bodies grinding off each other and slipping along from sweat, oil, and lube. He panted, his breath barely filling his lungs before it was forced out again. In and out, in and out, both that cock in his ass and the two cocks in the fleshlight.

He couldn't think. He couldn't see. Up and down and all around were the same, and all that mattered were the cocks. His cock, Samuel's, even Mr. Boglan's. Especially Mr. Boglan's.

When the boar pulled out, going back to the bull, he whimpered, his body feeling so empty in comparison. He shook his ass before he could stop himself, his body shaking from head to toe, begging for that familiar filling feeling once more, but he didn't get it. All he got was the teasing smack on his ass that came before -

"NNNGH!"

He moaned, then howled as the fleshlight started moving with their thrusts again, his orgasm coming over him and overwhelming him. Everything throbbed, everything squelched as he came, his seed spraying into and over the toy, filling it with all the other lube and splattering against Samuel's belly when he thrust out through the top.

And then...it continued.

He screamed, trying to fall to his knees and slide out of the toy, but the chains over his head kept him at the perfect height. Samuel kept thrusting, the bull's cock forcing the toy to keep sliding up and down along his own shaft, teasing it, torturing it with hypersensitivity, keeping him from being able to go soft and forcing him to cum again, and again, and again.

And then...Mr. Boglan came back to him, filling his ass once more, and he stopped thinking.

#

Three hours later...

After the boar emptied his balls three times - twice in Samuel, once in Caleb - the two sluts were dropped down to the floor. The Doberman moaned, whimpering, fighting the urge to cover his cock and balls as they'd been milked more than a dozen times into the fleshlight. He felt like he was going to be shooting blanks for the next week.

Even the oily smear of the Engineer's seed over their faces - the hyena allowed in for the finale, and encouraged to blow his load on the slaves - wasn't enough to bring him back to the moment. He just laid there, his eyes closed, his body shaking from head to toe as he tried not to think about the things that he had been forced through...

And more particularly, how much he had enjoyed them.

Heather, I'm sorry...

Even glancing at Mr. Boglan, at Samuel, even the Engineer made his cock throb. Something had broken in him. Something wanted this now, and there was no going back from it.

As his last reserves of energy faded away and his eyes closed, he heard the Engineer saying something to Mr. Boglan.

"Chastity implants are extra, of course, but we can..."

No, please...anything but that... he thought, hoping with his last bit of energy that the boar wouldn't be that cruel to him.

The End