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Training Between Suspensions

For Lafontaine

By Draconicon

Whoever owns the Gallery obviously has a lot of money, Jacob McLellan thought. They sure don't skimp on the restraints...

The puma threw himself to the side, managing to lean about three inches to the left before the metal bands around his wrists, knees, and ankles stopped him cold. Grumbling, he threw himself the other way, getting about the same result. Maybe a half-inch or so more, but not anything measurable.

He grunted, trying a couple more times before giving up. There wasn't enough give to the chains for him to get free, and the metal bands must have been measured for him specifically, considering how there was no spare room at all. He'd have had better luck getting out of handcuffs. At least the Academy trained detectives to do that, just in case they had their own equipment turned on them.

Taking a few deep breaths, Jacob looked around him, trying to use his training to calm down enough to see if there was any way out of this situation, or if he would need to wait for an opportunity. He was bound on his knees, kneeling with his cock and balls hanging free between his legs rather than laid on them. No clothes, as slaves and captives weren't allowed them until they were bought, and even then only if their buyer decided to give them something. The puma had bruises running along his side from being thrown to the ground after he acted out, but they were fading already, covered with some sort of medicinal lotion.

The room itself? Nothing special, but it was quiet, the walls paneled with metal and weirdly-measured cushions that both reflected sound and absorbed it, somehow. Any grunt or groan came back to him as if it was dead, the sound almost seeming artificial rather than living. It weirded him out.

He tested the metal bands and the chains attached to them a few more times before giving up. Escape, as it stood, wasn't possible. Even if he got free of the chains, he'd have to get the door open, and he could barely even make out the shape of the door from here.

Alright. So you gotta wait. You know how that's going to go. You can take it.

At least, he hoped so.

The puma took another deep breath, wiggling his toes and fingers to keep them awake, and waited. Eventually, someone would come for him. Eventually, someone would say something about his behavior on the display floor, and they'd either get rid of him or send him for...retraining.

Even with his best efforts, the puma felt his heart rate rising, and he grimaced. Retraining was a word passed about by some of the old products, occasionally mentioned by the Engineer as he passed through the training rooms. It was always muttered about in hushed, fearful tones, never with specifics, always with worry.

He didn't know what it was, but he knew that he was going to find out. If they didn't kill him first.

The door clicked, and he looked up just as a stranger stepped inside. One of the Gallery employees, he imagined, though the bear looked like someone that gave orders instead of taking them. Thick-shouldered and brown-furred, the bigger male wore a large jumpsuit that hugged his crotch, as well as a utility belt that seemed to be littered with different toys and tools. Jacob did his best to glare rather than shudder, but he wasn't sure how successful he was.

The bear walked up to him, then smiled. Not smirked, but smiled. He was surprised at that.

"So, I hear you kicked one of our clients in the head, huh?"

Jacob nodded.

"Mr. Boglan wasn't too happy about that, and neither was the Engineer," the bear said. "I'm surprised that you still think fighting is a good idea, boy. Haven't you thought about how much happier you'd be if you just gave in?"

"Not much point. I still have to tell people about this place."

"Ah, right. That."

The bear shook his head, tsk-tsking quietly. The puma's ears went up, and he growled. The bear didn't seem bothered as he reached down, caressing the cat's cheek.

"Do you really think that the outside world remembers you? How long do you think you've been down here, little kitty? Hmm?"

"...I don't know."

"Indulge me. Take a guess."

"...Two months."

"Try six."

"...This is a trick. You're trying to trick me into thinking that everyone's already forgotten about me. That I've been written off. It won't work."

"Heh. You know, you're not entirely wrong. I was overstating it. Just like you don't really think it's been two months."

Jacob shrugged. He'd overguessed just to see what would happen. It was part of the game. The bear didn't seem bothered as he continued.

"You're right. It's not six months. It's four. Four months. Perhaps you want to guess how long the search for you lasted?"

"I don't."

"Six weeks. Six weeks before the department gave up looking for you."

The puma opened his mouth, then closed it. Whether it was true or not didn't matter. If they had written him off, then it was more important than ever that he find a way out and get back to them. Retraining or not, he needed to find his way out of the Gallery and back to the station before more 'products' were sold off to different people.

The bear patted his cheek again.

"I can tell that you think that this is going to be just another test for you. Just one more thing that you have to get through before you can make an escape attempt. I know how tempting it is to fight against fate, but trust me. It's only going to lead to more grief, little guy. Do yourself a favor and let me train you without all the struggling. It's only going to make it worse."

"If you think that I can just stop being a cop -"

The big man sighed.

"I thought you'd say something like that. Well, I did the good thing. I let you know that this was a bad idea. You can't say that I didn't give you a chance."

"...Who are you?"

"Me? I'm the Fixer. And until you listen when I tell you to open your mouth and suck me, until you obey without the slightest hesitation, until I'm sure that you're enjoying my dick in your mouth as much as I am, you're under my authority. Can't have you thinking that you're a free man anymore, after all."

Chuckling, the Fixer reached down to his belt, pulling a couple of metal toys off and setting them on the floor beside him. The bear knelt down in front of the puma, and Jacob hissed in unwilling pleasure as he felt the ursine's thick fingers grasping his cock between his legs. He wanted to growl, but the stroking - particularly after the bear spat into his hand and stroked faster - left him with the choice of silence or purring.

He picked silence.

The slow strokes were torturous, too, the bear's hand running all the way up to the head of his shaft before turning and circling the tip. The spit-shined palm was slippery enough that it could 'polish' the tip of his cock in a painfully-pleasurable way, circling and rubbing and cupping it again and again. The puma lowered his head, hissing still, gritting his teeth so hard that it hurt as his cock was forced to erection.

"You would be surprised how many people think they can fight against their fate," the Fixer muttered. "I'm all for taking a stand, of course, but I think you need to know what you really are before you can do that. After all, what does a mouse accomplish by trying to act as fierce as a lion? What does a fish get for acting like a cat? All you make is a spectacle before you fall flat on your face.

"No, no, it's so much better to just submit to what you are, and work within those lines. After all, would a free man be here? Would a free man be so weak that he couldn't escape? Would a free man have been punished for standing up for himself?"

The Fixer's questions were nothing to the detective. He turned his head to the side, closing his eyes as the big, heavy hand continued to rub his shaft, jerking him off slower than he had ever done to himself. It wasn't what he was used to, and he wasn't...he wasn't holding out against it very well.

His cock was already dripping with pre, adding to the slippery feeling of the bear's spit along his cock. The Fixer's touch was slow and teasing, working him up into a frenzy as he panted for breath. It was all he could do not to jerk about or thrust forward, desperate not to show any sort of weakness.

His cock twitched, bounced, oozed, and right when he was on the verge...the bear stopped.

Suppressing his needy mewls with an act of supreme will, the puma panted as the bear leaned over, grabbing hold of the toys that he had pulled off his belt. By the time that Jacob had pulled himself together, his cock was gripped at the base and the bear was slowly dragging something down over the tip. He looked down, half-curious, half-fearful.

It looked like some sort of ring being dragged along his shaft, heavy and made of steel. He could feel the cool weight of it pressing down around the head of his cock, but it didn't seem like it was anything dangerous until it reached down to the base. The bear did something to the band, and suddenly it tightened, hard. The puma gasped, his cock suddenly throbbing, harder and bigger and heavier than it had been before, and the ring itself was digging into his flesh almost too tight to be believed.

"Can't have unconverted slaves cumming, can we?" the bear said. "And now, let's make sure that your ass continues training. You might tighten up a little bit if you leave it empty overnight, and we can't have that."

The puma's restraints responded to the bear's touch - bio-locked, he realized - and he was pushed down so that his chest rested against the floor. He groaned as something cold and metallic rubbed over his naked ass, pressing against the center of his pucker. The Fixer spat on his hole without warning, and then the cool metal pressed in. And pressed in quickly, for that matter, drawing a yelp out of him that he hadn't meant to let loose.

He was pulled back to a kneeling position, the soles of his feet pressing the toy in further. He groaned, feeling the plug settling in place inside of him, and as he couldn't shift position, it meant that he couldn't just push it out of him, either. The puma grumbled, shaking his head as the bear pulled out one final thing.

Earbuds. He was surprised at that, but more surprised as the bear managed to fit them into his ears. A bit of tape held them in place, keeping him from flicking them out the way that he would have done outside the chamber.

"That should keep you situated for a while," the Fixer said. "Just make sure that you don't listen if you don't want to change. After all, if you're really, really a free man, I'm sure that you can keep all this out of your head. But if you can't..."

The statement trailed off, and Jacob knew the rest of it. If he couldn't hold out, he would be a slave, and soon.

As the bear pressed a button, the earbuds started filling his head with the sound of sex. The sound of men having sex, in particular. He shook his head, trying to keep it from getting louder, but it was already at max volume, and spreading through his head. The hard, masculine grunts, the gasps, the lower-pitched sounds that only came from men in bed together was impossible to ignore.

He'd never had a great lust for other guys, but there had been times in the shower when he'd been striking out with the girls that he had looked at other men and wondered. Wondered how their holes would feel, how it'd be to put that twink between his legs and see how he'd do sucking him off. Men knew men better, after all, and they were supposed to be really good at getting other guys off.

But the sound of other men going at it in his ears, the way that it got louder and quieter by turns, only made him groan in frustration. His cock continued to throb, held back by the ring, and he could just imagine himself here and there in the soundtrack, thinking of himself -

He forced himself to stop. He wasn't like that. He wasn't into it. And he wasn't going to give in to some fuck-track.

Particularly as he was half-sure that there were words under the groans.

Whatever you're trying to 'fix,' bear, I'm not going to fall for it. I'll get out of here. Sooner or later, I'll get out of here...

#

The night - or whatever amount of time it was - passed without incident. He woke up here and there, his mind coming right back to the gay fuck-sounds that were coming through the earbuds. He kept trying to flick them free, but they never came out. All he could do was listen, and it bothered him.

He shifted in his bindings when he woke up the third time, his cock throbbing hard, still. There was probably something in the diet that he and the other 'products' had been given in the past to keep the blood from getting stuck and doing damage, but hell if he knew what it was. He was just glad that his dick wasn't dying from the constant constriction and hard-on.

The door opened, and he looked up. The Fixer was back, and he had a large smile on his face.

"Hello, slave."

"Mmph."

"Did we have a good night?"

"Hmmmph."

"I thought not. The way you're fighting, you're just creating more misery for yourself. It would be so much better if you just -"

"Skip it. What are you doing to me today?"

"Oh, I thought you might like some breakfast, first."

The bear pulled his hand out from behind his back, holding a tray covered in potatoes and bits of sausage. The smell coming off from the tray told him that it was fresh-cooked, and the detective puma groaned as his stomach rumbled in full need for the food before him. Even then, though, he tried not to think about it, tried to control himself. He managed to not drool, and that was victory enough for him.

There's no way that it's just food, he thought as he stared at the tray. Drugged, probably. Something to keep me pliant. Something to make it harder to ignore this...thing.

He shifted his head from side to side, trying to knock the earbuds out, but they just continued to play their cacophony of fuck-sounds. Groaning, he looked up at the bear, seeing that same smile as ever, and then looked back down at the plate.

Whatever it was drugged with, he knew that he'd need the sustenance that came with it. Starving himself would lead to his head going funny, anyway, and if he had that happen while he was trying to resist the mental attack from the sounds, then he'd be just as bad off as he would be while drugged. He was in a corner, and the Fixer had to know it.

Groaning, he opened his mouth, and the bear started filling it with food. The puma swallowed mouthful after mouthful of spiced potatoes and pork sausage, feeling the crispy texture of the latter crunch between his teeth and the flavorful heat of the former leave his mouth with a pleasant tingle of heat.

The more that went down his throat, though, the harder his cock got, and the harder his cock got, the harder it was to think about anything but sex. He groaned, trying to shake it out of his head, but the pleasure and the need continued to build between his legs, making his dick throb and his balls churn.

Unfortunately, the ring was too tight for him to be able to leak pre, so all he could do was throb helplessly, dryly. His shaft bounced up and down, the tip swelling and then shrinking again. He groaned when the plate was taken from him, forcing himself to remember that this was...this was a test. That he needed...needed to stay focused.

No falling to them. No submitting. Follow orders, but don't submit.

"I think it's time for your work-out. Let's get you out of those."

It only took a touch, and the bands and the chains slid away. For a split second, Jacob considered rushing the bear, attacking him and fighting his way out. The door was open, and he might just be able to get away.

But he stopped himself. If he slipped up, if he didn't take down the Fixer in the first hit, if he got caught in the hallways, if he reached a door that had a passcode or a bio-lock and he couldn't get through...There were too many ways that it could go wrong, and if he did get caught again, then he'd be put through worse than retraining. He'd likely be disposed of.

Just wait...wait...

He was pulled to his feet, the bear dragging him along behind him. His hands were free again, but one was held in the Fixer's grip at all times, pulled along like it was his leash. He groaned under his breath at the way that he felt like a child, but tried to ignore the worst of it as he was dragged through hallways of reflective metal, his feet tapping against the cool material as he was led past one closed door after another.

They reached a different gym than usual. He was used to the big, public one that the new products were put into, where they were made to work out and build muscle, and where they had to slowly roll their hips down toys as they did squats, and other perverted exercises.

This was a different one.

The other products - slaves - that were in the room were still naked, but now they were attached by retractable wires to the walls of the room. The wires wrapped around the base of their balls, keeping them pulling on resistance no matter what they were doing, and keeping their balls from pulling up for an orgasm. He could see the lines criss-crossing through the room, but handlers were keeping the slaves from causing problems for each other.

The Fixer reached out, pulling an unused wire from the wall, and formed a loop from the end. Jacob groaned, trying not to look when the thin metal was wrapped around his balls, pulled tight. Not enough to hurt, but more than enough for him to feel the constant tug down there.

"There we go. That'll keep you focused on what you're supposed to be doing, and make sure that you don't try and run. Oh, and we can't forget these."

Finally, the earbuds were taken out of his ears, the tape pulled off his fur. He groaned, rubbing his head, but he barely had any relief before another set had replaced the first. Jacob reached up, rubbing the new buds as they started whispering to him.

It's good to serve.

It's good to please.

It's good to serve.

It's good to please.

It's good to serve.

It's good to please.

The two phrases repeated again and again, constantly filling his skull with the same two sentences. He gritted his teeth, knowing that it would turn to mush, but knowing that would be where it started to get dangerous. When it was mush in his head, it was no longer being acknowledged by his conscious brain, and would be speaking purely to his subconscious. He needed to hold onto it, keep it from doing that.

He shook his head as he walked with the Fixer to his first exercise routine. The plug in his ass was pulled free, though not before the bear squeezed the base and injected him with a fresh load of lube. Jacob tried to ignore the slimy feeling inside of him as he sat down on the rowing machine, already feeling the dildo that was built into the base pressing against his ass. Every pull would drive it in, and every release would pull it out.

"Pull."

The puma did just that, and groaned as the dildo was driven deep on the first thrust. His cock jumped, and he let out a shaky moan before he could stop himself.

The second pull was better, and the third better than that. He knew what was happening, and gritted his teeth, forcing himself to keep going, but slower, more like he was working out than trying to fuck himself.

He had to hold on. He had to.

#

He moves from one machine to another, constantly working to improve himself, constantly doing his best to pay attention to the phrases in his ears rather than the sensations in his body. It's hard to think from the drugged breakfast, but he holds himself together better than he expects, his cock throbbing and begging for attention constantly.

Soon, one machine feels much the same as another, and he just focuses on the words, keeping them speaking to his conscious mind, where he can argue instead of where he can't. He takes toy after toy up his ass, including the sweaty squats, where he goes down far enough that the long toy pierces his hole with more than eight inches of cock. He groans, standing up, then going down, standing up, then going down, feeling it pierce his hole again and again.

The Fixer stands beside him, and he's spanked every time that he goes off-aim, or if he slows down by too much. He doesn't care. It reminds him that he's not free, and it reminds him what he needs to focus on. Staying free.

By the end of the session, he's sweaty, slippery, and his balls ache from the long period of being stretched. He wants the earbuds gone, but the Fixer makes him keep them in. There's no escape from the mantra, but he pushes himself to ignore it as best he can. They leave.

#

When they got back to the cell, Jacob was almost happy to be put back into the bindings. He shook his head as his arms were pulled behind his back and the plug returned to his hole, but it was better than actively fucking himself and being pushed through that routine again.

The Fixer patted his head.

"You're doing well. But you're not at the point where I can ask you about sucking me. We'll see how this goes over the next few days, and we'll try again then."

Jacob didn't say anything as he was left alone. The earbuds continued their mantra, and he just did his best to ignore it.

It's good to serve.

It's good to please.

It's good to serve.

It's good to please.

#

Days passed, and he was put through a harder workout than any of the new slaves were. His body was soaked in sweat by the end of each day, and his cock...

Oh, it was harder than it had ever been, and when the Fixer added exercises that forced him to fuck a fleshlight during his reps, his need skyrocketed. He groaned, panted, drooled even during some of the exercises, and he was panting and throbbing every night, his cock begging for the chance to cum. His balls didn't quite hurt, but they churned, and they were bigger than they had ever been, nearly thirty percent larger than they had been when he had been captured.

Four days after the start of the routine, the bear came back. Jacob looked up at the Fixer, panting, shivering. The mantra continued in his ears.

It's good to serve.

It's good to please.

The Fixer looked down at him, then slowly unbuttoned the crotch of his jumpsuit. A thick, though not particularly long, cock fell out, landing near the puma's nose. He stared at it, his eyes crossing as he felt a small urge in the back of his head.

If I give in...I get to cum? Maybe?

The bear gestured at the shaft.

"Suck."

The command was so strong, and he shivered as he felt the need to obey running through his body. His lust was at an all-time high, and his cock begged for the chance to get out of the ring that held it back.

But...

But he had to hold back. The drugs, the need...it was all secondary to being free. If he could just get out...he had to resist...

It took everything he had, but Jacob managed to turn away from the shaft in his face. The Fixer chuckled.

"Well, I suppose I should have expected that. You thought you were a detective, after all. You aren't going to have the same easy mind as everyone else."

He flinched as the big bear paw patted his head.

"Just don't get upset when something breaks up there. The harder you fight, the worse it is at the end. I'm sorry for you, but it is going to break your brain, I think. Then again, I suppose that's the only way that someone like you would accept that fate exists."

The bear left, leaving him to his throbbing cock, his needy, desperate balls, and the ever-present mantra.

It's good to serve.

It's good to please.

It's good to serve.

It's good to please.

It's good to serve.

It's good to please.

#

More days passed, and with each passing session, Jacob felt himself slipping further and further. The determination to be free warred with the constant arousal, the drugs that burned through his body, the shivering, trembling feeling that came every time that he muttered the same mantra that came through his ears at all hours of the day. His body was too tired every night to be able to fight against it, and his mind was buried beneath the inhibitor-removers that were in his food.

So, when the Fixer came to him again, the puma could barely lean his head back, drool running down the corners of his mouth as he stared up at the bear. His heels pushed up, then down, letting the plug in his ass keep fucking him, and the ring around his cock felt like it was part of him now, squeezing off any relief that he could ever have.

The bear knelt down in front of him, smiling.

"Ready to come with me?"

The puma panted, nodding slowly. The chains came off his arms, and he was led to another room. He barely noticed the hallway. All he could think about was his dick, his ass, and...and...

No, that was it. That was all he had.

He was brought to another room, one that he hadn't been in before. The hyena Engineer stood there, smiling, looking up from a tablet as he walked in.

"Ah, he's ready, then?"

"I think so," the Fixer said. "He's got the look."

"We'll see. Show me."

The bear nodded, and Jacob looked up as the Fixer looked down. This time, there was no unzipping, no tempting. Just two words.

"Suck."

Without even thinking, Jacob fell down. The phrases were still burning in his head, and he was mouthing them as he pulled the zipper of the bear's jumpsuit down.

"It's good to serve. It's good to please. It's good to serve. It's good to - mmph..."

He broke off as the fat dick pressed against his lips, and he opened without thinking about it. As soon as the bear's drippy dick touched his tongue, he moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt the taste smear across his taste buds, and he leaned forward, taking more dick.

The more that he took, the more he wanted to take. Freedom...

Freedom...what does that matter when I have dick? he thought, swallowing around it, pulling the thick head towards the back of his throat. Being a detective...never felt like this...never...ever...

He groaned, hungrily sucking the shaft into his throat, bobbing his head back and forth like a man possessed. He swallowed nearly the whole thing before the bear pushed him back, and he would have fought if it wasn't for the fact that he needed - NEEDED - to serve.

"Heh...I told you that it wouldn't come off until you needed to suck as much as I wanted to be sucked. It seems that day has come."

Jacob barely understood what that meant, but as the ring finally came off, and his pre started flowing as it had been wanting to do for all too long, the puma moaned. His mind filled with the need to serve, and he followed the bear to the one chair in the room. He remained on his knees, licking the Fixer's cock until he was given that one, crucial command.

"Ride."

He jumped up, the puma straddling the bear's lap. He grabbed that thick cock, grinding it up towards his plugged ass. He didn't pull the plug out; he just pushed it free, as he would anything he didn't want, and shoved the bear's thick shaft inside of him. The stretch was more than the biggest machine in the exercise room, and it was everything that he had imagined.

Jacob started bouncing hard and fast, his cock already right on the edge and only getting closer as the Fixer reached around him, grabbing him. He moaned, riding faster, slamming his ass down again and again. He swore that it was harder, his ass bigger and more muscled than before, and the bear seemed to enjoy it as he impaled himself on that thick cock again and again.

Fucking himself back and forth between thick bear cock and soft, firm bear hand, the puma pushed himself faster and faster towards orgasm, whimper-whining the mantra.

"It's good to serve. It's good to please. It's good to serve. It's good to please please please please please cum in me..."

"Heh, he's broken, alright," the Engineer said. "You did a good job on this one."

"Thank you. He knew he needed something, on some level. I just helped him find it."

"Whatever the reason, it worked. Mr. Boglan will likely be willing to give him a second try, once he sees what's happened."

The greasy hyena walked up to him, patting him on the cheek as he kept fucking himself. The puma's eyes struggled to focus, barely able to pull together as he stared at the bigger male.

"Are you ready to be sold, puma?"

"Uh...uh-huh..."

"Are you ready to serve?"

"Yes..."

"Then cum."

He humped himself back into the bear's big cock, grinding his ass right into it for almost a full minute, and then felt the surge. His pleasure, finally unleashed, hit him like a freight train. An orgasm that had been building for over a week slammed through him, and he arched his back, squeezing down on the bear's cumming cock inside of him, and sprayed his seed all over everything in front of him.

Including the sputtering Engineer.

Flooded by pleasure, endorphins, and the burning mantra, he slipped into unconsciousness, finally satisfied for the first time in far too long.

The End