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_I watched closely as my program carefully calibrated each aspect of my new toy's rubber suit. On one display a graph indicated my subject's reactions, and the stimuli used to cause them. Lines danced across the screen as pleasure increased, followed by peaks in the stiffness of his erection and prostate. Then the pleasure would disappear, and my instruments would carefully calculate how close my toy had been to a climax. Another display was filled with measurements: minimum pleasure to cause orgasm, scrotum and prostate tension before orgasm, minimum testicle pressure to prevent orgasm. _

I had watched with excitement as the program worked through its phases. First a penile calibration, followed by a nap with my patented wet dream anesthetic designed to knock out the subject and cause overwhelming arousal. Phase 2 was anal calibration and testing of the newly-installed ball weight. Finally, my toy was put to sleep again for subconscious interface setup. A monitor showed me that all these phases had just completed, and the computer chirped to notify me of this.

"Excellent. Begin training phase."

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"Phase 3 complete. Calibration complete... Begin training phase."

Brand tried to fight through the fog of arousal and sedation hanging over his brain. His thoughts echoed the robotic voice, "Training phase? What do they have planned for me now?"

Through the haze, he tried to take in his new situation. He remembered being weightless the last time he awoke, floating with his arms bound behind him while his body was overwhelmed by teasing pleasure. Now he could feel his own weight again, as he rested face-down on some kind of supportive bench.

The padded bench cradled his head and torso comfortably while keeping his limbs bound to the floor below. He was trapped almost completely immobile on all fours with his limbs held in a grip so firm he could hardly squirm. Meanwhile, his muscular tail was fastened to something above, leaving his tight hole in a very exposed position.

Concern began to return to his mind despite the clouds of lust and confusion that clung to it. How long was he unconscious? Had his friends at Jovian Station noticed his absence? Surely they would be looking for him by now, but for all he knew he could be millions of kilometres from his original destination. Why was this even happening?

He decided it was best not to think about that just yet, and turned his focus to his current predicament. First he reached out with his fingers, trying to create a mental image of the object to which he was strapped. The rubber that coated every centimetre of his body dulled his senses somewhat, but he could still feel the few structures within reach. A heavy, metal post was bolted to the floor beneath him, supporting the cushioned bench in an unyielding grasp.

There was little that Brand could do, but before he could try anything he heard the signature hiss-clank of a door being unlatched somewhere behind him. His rubber prison muffled much of the noise coming from around him, but he was sure he could hear boots on a metal floor...

An unexpected touch on his rubbered skin caused him to jump slightly in surprise, despite the heavy restraints. Through the muffling suit he heard the sound of a new voice, while the light touch explored his body.

"What a helpless and fascinating specimen." The voice was softer, less robotic, male... "No doubt you're starting to feel the need for some attention." Despite a voice modulator that made the voice unrecognizable, Brand could hear a natural and possibly theatrical level of emotion compared to the robot from before.

The hand explored his flesh, fingertips squeaking across the sticky rubber skin of the suit. The vibrations of the touch were transmitted directly to his scaly flesh inside, causing him to tremble. His limbs pulled instinctively against the unyielding restraints as he squirmed in place helplessly.

"You do look good in my new smart rubber. I hope you're enjoying the sensory-dulling effects of being trapped inside a toy suit." His captor's light touch moved down his back, sending shivers up and down his spine. "You'll find that losing some of your senses makes you more sensitive in... other ways you couldn't imagine."

The exploring hand moved past his restrained tail to the sensitive hole beneath. Brand moaned into his mask, breathing heavily as the sensations washed over him. The fingers paused, exploring his sensitive pucker before pushing inside just slightly.

He realized as the finger carefully and gently explored his ass that the rubber coated sensation was present even here. They must have added a rubber ass sheath the last time he was unconscious; the thought reminded him that he was being used and violated, even while sleeping.

The finger continued to explore, feeling around gently until it found the spot within Brand's hole that sent irresistible waves urge through his helpless body. He whimpered and wriggled, cock throbbing helplessly beneath his bound form.

"No doubt you're starting to feel the need for some attention," the voice said as the fingers left Brand's hole and trailed downward. His captor gently stroked his taint then tickled his taut balls, before trailing off at the base of rubbered dick. Brand's shaft bobbed, and he swore he could feel precum leaking from its length. Brand gave an exasperated whimper as the touch missed his needy cock.

"But that kind of attention will have to wait for another time." The voice moved around him, disorientating him slightly as the man moved to the head of the bound dragon. "It's important that you understand what's happening before we begin your training."

The hand rested on the helpless anthro's head for a moment, and despite himself Brand found that the touch relaxed him slightly.

"You are here to be trained as my new toy. You'll be a permanent resident in my personal space station from now on, though how much you enjoy your stay relies very much on how well you take to your training. Most importantly, you will refer to me as 'Master' and obey each order I give you without hesitation. Disobedience will be punished, while obedience..."

Brand felt the toy suit move slightly, the vibrations of it squeaking across his skin causing him to squirm. The sleeve in his ass vibrated and thrust into him slightly, while the cocksheath stroked his length. He whimpered in overwhelming pleasure as the suit covering every part of him shifted and pulsed across his body.

The voice above him chuckled and continued as the sensations stopped, "...obedience will be rewarded. See how nice it feels to be a good toy? Now, I am sure you have some questions so I'm going to free your mouth for a while."

Brand jumped at the thought. Knowing he had a chance to get some answers snapped him out of his aroused haze slightly. Without warning the rubber around his maw melted away, giving him his first chance to open his sore jaws. He took a deep breath of fresh air and did the only reasonable thing he could think of.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!" He screamed, pulling uselessly at his restraints.

A sudden slap across the bare scales of his cheek made his breath catch in his throat. His face felt hot where his captor had struck him and his struggling stopped for the moment. He didn't want to repeat that.

"You've already forgotten the most important rule, toy. I am 'Master,' that is all you need to know about me. You are here to be trained as my toy. Do you have any questions I didn't already answer?"

Brand thought to himself, _"Not if I have to call you Master," _and kept his mouth shut.

"Very well. I thought you'd want to know more about your predicament, but I suppose we can move straight to the next phase."

"Wait!" Brand blurted out.

A hand patted his cheek, in the same place that was still stinging from being slapped, "What was that?"

"I mean..." Brand paused, then mumbled with a defeated sigh, "Wait, Master."

"Yes?"

"What happened to my ship?" Then, after an uncomfortable pause, "Master."

"There was a collision with an asteroid, and your ship was almost completely destroyed. It wasn't easy, you know. Like a four-dimensional version of billiards played with all the balls moving at 13 kilometres a second. I almost missed you entirely."

The voice moved away slightly as it continued, "Then it was just a matter of retrieving you from the wreckage. You anthropomorphs really are a miracle of engineering. Any human would have been dead within minutes, but you drifted for almost half a day before I found you. Twelve hours in space with no gear and you're basically unharmed. Miraculous."

"Why me?" He was becoming tired of playing along with this game, but still said the word to avoid a harsh slap. "Master."

"I am something of a collector. I go out of my way to find rare artifacts, samples, specimens..." The voice came close again, and his captor's hands rested on his shoulders, rubbing them slightly.

"You anthros are a rare sight, since you were created by humans so few decades ago. Of course, at that time mammals were the only class of species that could be anthropomorphized, and creatures like you didn't exist. Tell me, what do they call your breed?"

"They called me 'draconiform', dragon-like."

"No doubt because of your appearance. Unlike any terrestrial creature in existence. I don't suppose they gave you fire breath?" He chuckled.

Ignoring the rhetorical question, Brand said, "I have friends at Jovian Station. They'll be looking for me."

"I'm sure they will, but they'll be looking in the wrong place. You weren't anywhere near Jupiter when I captured you, and you were in protective hibernation that made you easy to transport. You're at my private station now, at Jupiter's Trojan camp of asteroids. You understand what I'm saying?"

Thoughts raced through his head, "Trojan camp, that's... a group of asteroids that follow in Jupiter's orbit at a distance of..." his heart sank.

"I didn't hear you..." taunted the man.

"I'm about 780 million kilometres from my destination."

"That's right. Wow, they did design you anthros smart," the modulated voice chuckled, "What I'm saying is, you'd be easier to find if you burned up in Earth's atmosphere. This region is huge, it contains over a million large asteroids, and this particular asteroid was selected for being particularly dark and hard to spot."

"I'm on my own then." he thought to himself.

"In any case, my suddenly-pensive toy, you're going to be here for training for quite a while. When you're done with the program you'll be-"

"Now wait a minute," Brand interrupted, "I'm not some specimen to-"

Suddenly the rubber snapped shut over his mouth, cutting off his speech. The voice above him sounded irritated, "Don't interrupt me, toy." He sighed, "And I let you go so long without saying Master. I guess you're the type of subject that needs a stricter hand. Where was I... oh yes... When my training program is complete you'll be a mindless toy, perfectly obedient and unable to resist me."

Brand could only whimper as his new master continued to monologue, "I decided this fate for you when I first saw you in that bar on Callisto. Do you remember meeting me there?"

A pause invited the bound dragon to shake his head emphatically, though this was difficult with the heavy restraints. He visited Callisto's bars regularly when he was in the area, but didn't remember any narcissistic mad scientist type who seemed interested in abducting him. "When was the last time I even visited that moon? At least a year ago. He's been planning this for a while."

The voice continued as his captor slowly paced around him, "That's understandable. I doubt I would've remembered anything if I'd had that much alcohol. It was easy to slip a tracker into the drink I bought for you. Of course, I had to wait for you to return to the area before I could start throwing space rocks at you, but I'm a patient fellow. Especially for such a unique item. You're truly a rare breed, Brander. I had never seen..."

He paused when he noticed that his captive was struggling more than before. He tapped a control on his wrist and the rubber once again melted away, leaving his toy's mouth free. "Yes, toy?"

"The R in my name is silent." Brand suddenly realized how ridiculous it was to correct the pronunciation of his name to a man who almost exclusively called him 'toy.'

"Ah, I see. That's the trouble with learning all about someone from the internet. You don't know how anything is pronounced. So it's Bander? That's a strange one."

"Brand, you dumb ape-" Brand began, but was interrupted again by the rubber snapping shut around his snout. Despite the fact that he was gagged he continued trying to spew insults for a few moments, until the man began to speak again.

"Rude toy. Perhaps you'll require one of my more intensive training programs, we'll see. Allow me to explain your situation in more detail."

The light touch of his master's hand rested on his back as the voice droned on, "This suit is the result of some really impressive engineering if I do say so myself. It's nothing as impressive as your custom genome, but groundbreaking nonetheless. A combination of self-repairing latex and integrated nanoelectronics that allows countless configurations at the touch of a button. Throw in a little machine intelligence and you have what I like to call 'sentient rubber'. It learns from your reactions "

Despite his situation, Brand found himself aroused by the phrase 'sentient rubber.' It was like a perverse fantasy pulled straight from his subconscious and made real. His dick throbbed in its rubber prison even as he pulled against the restraints in futility.

"Don't worry, boy. When your training is complete there will be no doubt in your mind. You'll be a mindless fucktoy, totally devoted to my service. The suit will monitor your arousal and vitals, provide pleasure and sustenance, and most importantly it will keep you from reaching a distracting climax until I decide to allow it."

The unseen hand touched his ass again, startling Brand who thought his captor was in front of him. "And it looks just... immaculate on you with those smooth scales. You'll be my crowning achievement."

"On that note, let's try a few other things it can do," the master's tone shifted, "Begin toy training and conditioning, level 1."

The rubber around his snout moved, forcing its way into his mouth and quickly filling it with a vaguely phallic mass shaped much like a cock-gag. The display inside his mask lit up briefly with one word.

"SUCK."

At first, Brand hardly understood what was happening. When the dick-shaped object began thrusting into his mouth he realized what was expected. Not wanting to give in, the dragon attempted to close his teeth around it to prevent its movement.

"INCORRECT."

The object grew in size, stretching his jaw uncomfortably while mild electric shocks pulsed painfully through his neck.

"SUCK."

With nothing to do but obey the flashed messages, Brand began to suck on the phallus as if it was a real dick. Immediately the shocks ceased, though the object invading his mouth remained uncomfortably large as it thrusted into his mouth.

"GOOD TOY."

Pleasure flowed across his whole body as the words crossed his vision, causing him to squirm as the anal and penile sheathes began to move and pulse. If the dragon had been able to move or vocalize he would have collapsed to the ground moaning, but his restrictive bondage prevented anything.

"Now you're getting the idea. The better you behave, the more pleasure you will receive, and vice versa. Your cooperation will be rewarded."

Brand began to suck harder, noticing that his performance in service of the rubber phallus resulted in more intense pleasure. His ass and dick throbbed at the overwhelming sensations.

In little time, he found himself back on the brink of orgasm. In spite of himself he became hopeful that he would reach a climax if his performance was adequate. However, the rubber prison containing his dick slowed the closer he got while the anal stimulation continued to increase.

He worked the dick desperately, hoping to achieve an orgasm from the anal stimulation alone as the cock sheath came to a stop. He was sure that the intensity of pleasure would allow it, if only he performed well. Closer and closer, as the anal invader targeted his prostate with impressive and ever-improving accuracy, and then he was on the very edge...

But just as he was sure he would tip over the brink into climax, a strange vibrating sensation inside him caused him to fall back from the edge of an incredible orgasm.

He whimpered around the rubber and stopped sucking as his pelvis attempted to thrust against its steel-tight bondage.

"SUCK."

Electricity flowed painfully through his rock-hard dick and he found himself sucking again almost involuntarily.

"You're getting the hang of it," the man said, reminding Brand through the stupor of arousal that he wasn't alone. "I see that the suit activated its orgasm failsafe. That buzzing inside you was a focused pulse of electricity to paralyze your prostate when you're too close to cumming. Must be frustrating," he finished with a chuckle.

"Like I said, keeping you from a distracting climax is the most important part of training. In time you will earn that honour, once you are serving me directly. Until then, I bid you adieu. Enjoy the fruits of my labour and the endless pleasure they can bring you, toy"

The object in his mouth pushed deeper, almost triggering his gag reflex as the sound of boots on metal moved away behind him. The clank-hiss of a door being sealed left him in silent darkness with only the rubber's gentle fucking of his mouth and ass to keep him company. Occasionally patterns or instructions crossed his vision and he found himself obeying more quickly each time. Thoughts of escape melted away into the endless stimulation and he almost felt as though he was drifting off to sleep.

Darkness and silence surrounded him, and pleasure flowed over his body as the suit violated him in solitude. Vague images and instructions flashed through his visor to his half closed eyes, training his semi-conscious mind to obey their subtle guidance. Thoughts of escape melted away into dreams of serving the objects being thrust into his mouth and ass.