Day Zero
#1 of The Deep End
"You have reached your destination!" chimed a charming female voice out of the GPS.
Getting out of the car, Finley came to the conclusion that the company that made this navigator really should invest more money into the testing phase of their development cycle. The donkey turned around, hoping he had simply missed the building he was supposed to have arrived at, something that was increasingly unlikely as he confirmed that he was indeed standing in the middle of a sea of dust and sand, with neither building nor hill in sight.
"Fuck!" he kicked up a small cloud of dust.
"Of course this isn't real you idiot. Why would you think it was? The board is probably in on the scam!"
"It's no scam." came a voice from behind
Finley's head slapped around while his body instinctively jumped away. The voice it turned out belonged to a tan mouse about half of Finley's size, wearing a pretty plain looking white shirt with blue stripes, grey pants and glasses that somehow seemed to be a size to small for the rodent's head.
"Uh- what?"
"You're Finley, right?"
"Uhm..."
"I'm Martin. I work for Deep End and you're absolutely in the right spot."
"Then where is... everything?"
"Follow me." The mouse chimed, turned on the spot and walked towards a small boulder a bit away from where Finley had parked his car. Reaching under it Finley could head some sort of gears turning and the boulder lifted itself off the floor, revealing a ladder going down a few feet into a dark hallway.
"This way please, and don't worry. I know how it looks but we won't kill you and steal your money and/or organs, that'd be bad for business." the mouse chuckled. Finley circled the hole in the ground, trying his best at looking into the hallway but failing miserably. Looking back up at the mouse he saw the rodent idly tapping away on his phone, and without looking up, he explained.
"It's an old bunker they bought and renovated. Not what I'd have chosen, because it leads to more of these conversations than I'd like, but it's not my company, I just work here. If you changed your mind, you're free to go. It's not like i could stop you after all, but if you still want to do this we should get in because it's frankly too hot out here and setting you up in your room will also take a bit of time and I'd like to get to leave on time."
Finley took a deep breath, nodded and slowly climbed down into the hallway. His eyes took a second to adjust but what he saw afterwards matched what the mouse had said so far. The hallway lead further underground at a slight angle with dim light illuminating just enough so you could see where you were going. At the end of it was a heavy steel door that certainly matched how the donkey had imagined a bunker blast door to look.
A loud slam behind him announced that the entry to the secret kink bunker had closed, sealing the donkey in here with whoever else was waiting inside. The mouse quickly caught up to Finley and pushed a large button next to the door. Slowly and with lots of creaking the door swung open, revealing a brightly lit room behind it that was the total opposite of the exterior. The ceiling wasn't very high, which was to be expected in a bunker, but the room was wide, open and looked like any waiting room in an inner city company would, for the most part. A few comfy looking chairs were placed around a table, sectioned off by hip-high concrete walls topped with some, probably fake, greenery.
Where normal companies would have magazines and a flat-screen tuned to the news, here were hardcore fetish magazines and a TV showing a tied up fur of indeterminate species struggling against his bonds in, what Finley assumed, was one of their dungeons.
"Do you want anything to drink? Water? Tea? Coffee?"
"Some water would be nice, thank you."
The mouse vanished into a side room only to reappear seconds later carrying a very cold looking bottle of water and a glass. Setting it down in front of Finley the mouse offered his best customer service smile and excused himself for a minute. A few minutes passed and just as the bottle was emptied the mouse returned, carrying a stack of paper he unloaded onto the table in front of Finley.
"Now for the less fun part. I need you to sign a few things before we can get you set up for the fun bit. Nothing to worry about, but you can imagine with what we're doing here we gotta cover our asses something fierce."
Thumbing through the stack Finley saw pages upon pages of legalese.
"It's not too bad, I mean you can certainly read it all if you want, but basically those things say that you came to us willingly, we cannot be held accountable for accidental injuries such as bruises or scrapes, for obvious reasons. Then there's a bit warning you about mental side effects of prolonged isolation, sensory deprivation and various other things. Finally there is the list of personal items you'll be entrusting to us during your stay, please be thorough on that one."
Taking his time while reading the first waiver Finley got increasingly impatient. The second one made that feeling intensify by listing a lot of activities that could lead to some minor accidents, like welts being left behind after a spanking session or soreness in the cock after multiple forced orgasms. What it also did was to make Finley acutely aware of why wearing a pair of jeans was definitely the wrong choice.
He sighed and started to quickly flip through and sign everything that looked remotely like a black line, just to be done with all of this.
"All that's left is the check and we can go get you setup in your room."
The donkey hesitated for a second before pulling it out of his pocket, only to have it snatched out of his hand by the mouse.
"Wonderful, please follow me."
The mouse lead Finley behind, what he assumed was supposed to be, a reception desk and through a door labeled 'Employees Only' with a sticky note added below 'Sluts welcome too ;)'.
The small hallway was made of the same concrete as the room he just left, but this section definitely gave off more of a dungeon vibe than the office one he had gotten just a few seconds ago. It was being kept more on the dark side, illuminated only by old bulbs screwed into sockets. It also smelled different and with each step he took along the hallway the fresh, clean office smell got replaced by the smell of stale air, mixed with sweat leather and various other scents mixed into something you could only describe as ripe.
As he was being led past several open doors Finley couldn't help but take a peek inside some of them. The empty ones all seemed pretty much just like unfinished rooms at first glance, until the donkey noticed a glimmer on a wall, and then the ceiling and the floor. Small hooks had been drilled into the cement, offering more than a few ways to secure tied up people to the walls.
Walking past an occupied room confirmed his suspicion, he saw the same fur of indeterminate species he had admired not long ago, secured in a shiny full body rubber suit dangling from various hooks on the ceiling. Finley stopped, he couldn't pull his gaze away from the scene before him. A long red rope was tied into an additional layer of bondage above the rubber, folding the fur's arms and legs in half and securing them in place. Chains, connected to the walls, were interwoven with those ropes, immobilizing the helpless male even more.
"This isn't a museum, you are allowed to touch the 'exhibit' if you'd like" the mouse chuckled.
The donkey swallowed audibly, and took a cautious step into the room. His trembling hand reached for the shiny rubber and finally touched the fur's back. The tied up male began to struggle almost immediately as if suddenly woken up from a nightmare, but no matter how much his body bulged and tried he never moved more than an inch in either direction.
The mouse stepped up next to Finley and immediately reached for the rubber fur's groin. Rubbing and squeezing the trapped balls, coaxing a long, barely audible moan from the male.
"We can stay a bit longer if you want, or we can get you set up, whatev-"
"YES! ... Sorry yes, let's get going."
Finley quickly left the room and followed the mouse, still glancing left and right, but his quickly tightening jeans had become his main concern, they needed to go and his length needed some serious attention.
When he followed the mouse into a room he stepped into pure darkness. He heard the light coming on before he could see it, ominous buzzing slowly grew louder and made his neck fur stand up, then he was blinded. Several rows of incandescent lights above him sprang to life, burning in his unexpecting eyes like the sun.
Slowly his vision came back and he looked around. In the center of the room stood a very sturdy looking stainless steel table with a plastic box sitting on it. Behind that desk though was every piece of bondage gear that ever had made an appearance in one of his fantasies and then some.
The wall opposite of the door he entered though was lined with what looked like a metal mesh fence. On there, secured by hooks and straps hung everything you could ever need neatly organized. Chains and ropes, whips, canes and paddles, various metal tubes, some of which Finley could recognize as spreader bars, and so much more he had no idea of what to call.
In a corner was a collection of stacked metal crates. Continuing on there were shelves filled with neatly folded rubber and leather gear. Starting at simple harnesses, each new shelf became more and more restrictive ending in full body suits like he had seen earlier suspended from the ceiling. On the opposite side of the room the wall was hidden behind various dressers with doors, sadly obstructing the view to their insides.
"Ok, then. Clothes and personal items go into the plastic box, you'll get them back once you leave. And then just pick what you want and put it on. I'll be back in a few minutes to show you to your room."
Finley nodded, and turned around, instantly forgetting the mouse as he undressed. His belt and pant's buttons quickly came undone and fell to the floor, finally freeing his throbbing cock from his confinement. The donkey's paw moved to stroke his length a few times, something he had been aching to do for at least the past 15 minutes, and his body rewarded him with a wonderful jolt of pleasure running through his spine. Shaking his head he focused on the task at hand picked up his pants and dumped them into the plastic box, then followed that up with his shirt.
Standing naked in a bunker somewhere underground felt weird for a second, that weirdness however quickly got replaced with excitement as he stepped towards the shelves. He looked through some of the harnesses before deciding on an orange one he thought would look nice with his natural light grey fur color. He pulled the harness over his head, adjusted the straps and tightened them until he felt his cock throb in excitement. Looking down he was satisfied with his choice, he even liked how the harness framed the spot of white on his slightly bulging belly.
Looking down further he quickly decided not to choose anything too constricting, to avoid the jeans mistake from earlier. It took him a while, but tucked in somewhere between the rubber and leather variants he found a very simple black jockstrap with loose enough fabric as to not cause him issues. He spent the next several minutes going through various drawers discovering what seemed like an excessive amount of lube, a very well curated collection of dildos, and some metal toys he wasn't a hundred percent sure of where to place.
The door slammed shut and the mouse suddenly stood next to the table, smiling while looking the donkey over.
"I really like that look, simple, but definitely hot. But would you mind a suggestion?"
"Uh, no, no I guess not."
"I would go bigger. Well not me, but most of our guests tell us that. By the time they really get into the heavy gear and into this whole thing in general, most only have a week or so left and they regret that."
"So what? I should add some restraint or something?"
"Up to you obviously, but" the mouse made his way towards the shelves and skipped right into the middle section, grabbing a leather straitjacket and throwing it towards the donkey. Martin then went over to the mesh fence, grabbed some ankle cuffs, an adjustable spreader bar and a blindfold before returning to the table.
"That's some of the stuff you usually wear around week 2-3, well at least if you picked the restraint checkbox in your application, no idea if you did though."
Finley held up the jacket and looked at the other stuff the mouse had brought along. His gut was telling him that this would probably be a bad idea, but his cock wholeheartedly agreed with Martin's suggestions, so the donkey just nodded and removed the harness. Standing back up, after putting on the ankle cuffs he saw Martin holding the unfolded jacket, his heart began pounding. Hesitant he raised his arms, sliding them into the jacket. As the leather wrapped itself snugly around his arms he could feel his already needy cock start twitching, fighting against even the loosely fitting jock leading to a very noticeable tent.
Once the jacket had made contact with his chest the mouse swiftly moved behind Finley, pulled the leather tight and zipped it up. Finley wondered for a second what would be keeping him from simply wiggling out of this loosely fitting straitjacket when he felt the mouse behind him continuing to work. Feeding straps into buckles and pulling them tight, removing the donkeys wiggle room with each strap, until finally the jacket fit like a second skin.
"Too tight or can you still breathe fine?"
"I can breathe, but could you loosen it a bit, it's not very comfortable."
"It's not supposed to be." the mouse answered, completely ignoring Finley's request for some slack.
Next came the part Finley was most frightened about, as he felt his arms being pulled across his chest, tightened and then secured with even more straps. His cock twitched, slowly soaking the fabric of the jock. The mouse's hands reaching though his legs from behind startled the donkey, but seeing them so close to his needy cock let hope well up for a second, maybe finally his cock would get some attention.
Sadly however the mouse was a professional, reaching only for additional straps, making sure they framed the donkey's throbbing bulge perfectly while also making a bit tighter in the process and finally securing them out of his reach as well, closing the last way the donkey could have escaped this infernal piece of clothing.
Slowly but surely his need was getting to him. He blushed as he caught himself panting from being manhandled into this kinky piece of leather. Martin stepped in front of him and Finley realized just who exactly had been manhandling him, adding further gas to the fire burning in his cheeks. The mouse reached for his chest, pushing his slightly struggling arms against it and finished the setup with the final strap, completely immobilizing the donkey's arms.
"There, all done and it looks stunning, like it was made for you specifically." the mouse winked.
"H-how long will I uhm... be in here?"
"Well that's mostly up to your trainer, but I doubt more than two or three days."
"Train- What do you mean days?!"
"Yeah, I keep telling those guys that trainer sounds too ominous. Anyways you've ever been gagged for any significant length of time? We have this new inflatable gag modeled after a canine, including the knot, that really has been a customer favorite."
"DAYS?"
"Yeah, it's not bondage until you want out after all. Also you just saw how long that takes to put on properly. We have other things to do you know. So is that a no to the inflatable gag?"
"YES that's a no!"
"Sorry, yes?"
"NO GAG!"
"Sorry, I just like messing with new guys, they look so cute if they get flustered." Martin winked, "Let's take you to your room, get you settled in and then I'll tell your trainer you're ready for him."
Finley nodded reluctantly and started following the mouse. As the pair walked deeper into the complex Finley's nose slowly started twitching. While he couldn't actually smell anything out of the ordinary yet the air down here still made him feel kinda woozy, lightheaded and lit a fire in him he hadn't felt since he was a teenager that just discovered the magical thing that is porn. A few seconds later he started hearing muffled moans and grunts echoing through the hallway, occasionally pierced by a scream of pain that usually was followed by an equally enthusiastic scream of pleasure. At the very end of the hallway the mouse stopped next to an open door and, with a gesture, invited Finley inside.
"Watch your step please."
Finley had heard the warning, but still somehow managed to trip on the barely raised door frame, clenching his eyes and turning his head while tipping over, only to be saved by a sudden tug on his straitjacket.
"T-thanks."
"No worries, happens all the time."
The mouse followed Finley into the room, grabbing a thick blanket from under a metal bed frame in the corner of the room and rolling it out on the thick metal bars. Other than the bed the room had nothing in it, save for the complementary set of hooks, he had spotted in every room. He sat down on the bed and looked up, curious as to what would happen now but all he saw was a glint and a smile on the mouse's face.
Before he had time to react Martin had pushed his upper body down, while turning him so Finley landed square on his back and got the air knocked out of his chest. With trained precision the mouse fished for something behind the donkey's head, wrapped it around his neck and turned around. Martin pulled himself onto the donkey's legs and swiftly secured them with hooks to the bed, effectively immobilizing the donkey completely.
"I'm off now, so if you need anything just shout, I'm sure someone will hear you eventually. If you need to pee you can, if you're into that, our cleaning staff is very non-judgmental about that sorta thing. You can also wait until the service pup makes his rounds and he'll help you with that. Your trainer will be by some time tomorrow after 9, have a wonderful first night."
The mouse hopped off the bed, turned off the only light in the small room and pulled the door shut, leaving the tied up donkey alone in the dark.
Finley spent god knows how many hours in the dark, struggling to shake loose the straitjacket somehow, or free his legs from whatever the mouse had secured them with. Nothing worked. All he succeeded in was tiring himself out while turning the leather jacket and probably the room into his own personal sauna. When he finally gave up and let himself fall to the bed he had no more fight in him. As he began to calm down, the donkey felt kind of surprised at how comfortable he felt, while certainly worse than his bed at home, he soon felt himself dozing off.
Finley woke up some time later, when somebody knocked at the door cautiously.
"Uh, come in?!" he answered slightly confused.
The door opened slightly and a canine head peeked into the room. After a quick look around the door swung open completely and a wolf stepped into the room and turned on the light. Across his white chest sat a black and yellow harness, bold letters declaring him as the 'SERVICE PUP'. What drew Finley's gaze away from the harness was the wolf's otherwise naked body, with his canine cock proudly and very prominently sticking from his white sheathe.
The length was covered in a clear condom, secured behind his bulging knot with a tight looking metal ring. The tip was filled with an almost comically large amount of pre, dangling a few inches under the tip of his cock. The wolf turned around, peeked into the hallway and closed the door. His backside was equally as interesting. The black fur that ran over his backside like a cloak was a nice contrast to the white on his front. His bushy tail was held up by a cuff, connecting it to the back of the harness. While his ass was filled with a bright yellow plug that, as faint and low as it was, was definitely buzzing.
A throb going though his cock deposited another glob of pre in the slick pool as he approached. The wolf looked Finley over, licking his lips and sniff the air, like only canines can.
"You're new, right? Because I'd definitely remember you."
"Uh, yes?"
"No need to be shy around the ol' service pup, we'll get to know each other pretty intimately very soon." the wolf said with a sly grin on his muzzle.
"Yeah, sure, whatever." Finley shook his head, trying to get rid of horny thoughts that the wolf's comment had summoned.
"So, what can I help you with this fine evening?"
"C-could you untie me? I really need to pee."
"Yeah, no. I'm not allowed to untie you. But I can definitely help you with your problem."
The wolf stepped closer and knelt down next to the bed. His white paw reached for the jockstrap, covering Finley's quickly hardening cock. Hooking under the rubber band the service pup pulled the fabric down, licking his lips again, as he leaned down until his nose pressed right into the donkey's groin. Inhaling deeply the wolf began nuzzling the heavy set of balls, giving them a tentative lick only to shudder and repeat the process.
Finley meanwhile stared in disbelief at what was happening. Never before had he seen anybody go that wild that quickly. The broad licks on his balls certainly helped him to get into a similar mindset as he simply could not stop himself from thrusting upwards, into the wolf's eager tongue.
"I love new guys, always so pent-up after the intake." the wolf said without stopping his nuzzling.
"I- fuck! Please don't stop!"
"Oh, I wouldn't dream of it, but before we get to the fun bit..." the wolf's paw wandered a bit up the donkey's body, until just above his groin and slightly pushed down, "I think we have something else to drain."
To Finley's surprise his body reacted without his approval and a stream of piss quickly left his length, hitting the wolf right on the muzzle. He could hear a deep satisfied growl from the canine's throat as Finley watched in disbelief how his cock vanished inside a very thirsty muzzle. The wolf continued to press down hard on the donkey's abdomen, making sure the golden stream would not suddenly stop.
Caught between morbid curiosity and increasing arousal Finley just let it happen and watched the wolf, very efficiently swallowing mawful after mawful of piss, while somehow still finding time to massage his knot and milking out several more drips of pre. When the stream of piss finally began to die down the wolf started to switch things up.
Finley threw back his head and moaned. The wolf's head had started bobbing on his cock. The donkey wanted nothing more than to grab the pup's head and fuck it, but given his current situation could do little more then hump into the very skilled maw. The wolf's tongue was dancing around the sizable donkey cock, somehow managing to always find just the right spot to rub against.
Finley could feel himself getting close, his cock twitching, throbbing and no doubt filling the wolf's muzzle with copious amounts of pre-cum. He felt a paw on his balls, closing around them as much as possible and then slightly pulling on his sensitive orbs. His hips no longer wanted to listen to him, all his body wanted was to unload into the more than willing maw. Quick, erratic thrusts were getting him closer and closer to that goal with each second.
His breathing quickened, gasping for air in between moaning. Finally he reached the edge, finally his pent-up balls would get some relief and with a final thrust the maw was gone and he thrust into nothing. With no stimulation to push him over the edge his body went mad, humping even harder, even though there was nothing to hump into. His balls were churning with need, a fire was burning in his groin but there was nothing he could do, as he felt himself slowly sliding away from the edge.
"New guys," the wolf shook his head while smiling, "somehow always too stupid to blow a load before coming here."
The lights were turned off and the door closed loudly, cutting off all light and sound from the outside. Finley was left alone in the dark with only his need to keep him company.