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There was a quiet rumble that was thrumming through the ground. It was a source of constant, low vibration, almost unnoticeable, but it still managed to rouse Dracoshu from his sleep. The blue dragon groaned softly, his head pounding as he came back to the conscious world. He'd been out drinking the night before and it was kind of odd for him pass out from that, but not unheard of.

What's that sound? Dracoshu thought groggily, trying to go back to sleep. He couldn't with the vibration continuing. As he got more awake, he could tell that he'd been sleeping oddly, and not in a bed. The floor was warm but hard, and his arms were in an awkward position behind him. The dragon went to push himself up, but his arms wouldn't respond. Not thinking right yet, he shook his shoulders, thinking that perhaps they were asleep, but they still didn't move right.

Heart beginning to beat faster, though he wasn't quite sure why, Dracoshu opened an eye. He immediately squinted, even the low light of the room making his headache stab into his brain. What he saw was far more concerning though: in front of the dragon, there was a body. The shot of adrenalin from that made him sit straight up, eyes wide open.

He was in a large room, one unlike anything he'd ever seen before. The floor, walls, and ceiling were all large metal sheets riveted together. Large balls on the ceiling gave out a faint white light, illuminating maybe two dozen bodies all laying prone on the ground. His first instinct was to yell in terror, but two things stopped the dragon: the silence seemed almost impossible to break, and the other people were beginning to shift as well.

Gulping, he went to stand, only then remembering that he couldn't use his arms. The dragon twisted to look why, seeing a set of odd cuffs covering his wrists and lower forearms. They weren't like handcuffs but were complete cylinders that distributed the pressure so that they were more comfortable and suitable for long-term wear. In fact, there was something like an inflatable membrane on the inside, making sure that the cuffs were perfectly secure but so comfortable that Dracoshu could barely feel them: there was just an indistinct pressure.

Still, the comfort of the bondage was hardly a priority for the dragon! He began to breath quickly but quietly. Around him, other captives were beginning to groan, all restrained in the same way. Dracoshu got to his knees, which was when he noticed his other bit of bondage. He wasn't wearing clothes for one thing, which he had understandably missed in the first series of revelations. But, what was slightly more weird was the metal...thing, that had been locked between his legs.

It seemed to be a full chastity cage with a solid padlock on top. There was a slit at the end, presumably so he could still pee, but there wasn't an inch of his sheath or length visible. A ring connected to the cage, running tightly behind his balls. It was clear that there was no way he could take it off without either the key, or castration. Funnily enough, the second option didn't appeal to the dragon.

He was distracted by the chastity for a good few seconds, never having worn one or even seen such a cage before. Dracoshu had heard of them, of course, but never considered getting one: it seemed to him to be a weird kink. The extra weight between his legs was a little weird and difficult to get used to but Dracoshu did his best to ignore it as he looked around.

The other prisoners were beginning to wake now, and Dracoshu noticed something. They all seemed to be male, but also fairly exotic. There was a species of rare fox over in one corner, and a couple more dragons like him, which was uncommon enough. There were even species that he'd never seen before: right next to Dracoshu was a lizard-like creature, like a hornless, scaleless dragon. Across the room, there was even a two-headed male.

The male next to Dracoshu was going through the same difficult waking that the dragon had gone through a minute earlier. He groaned and flailed with his legs a bit before bracing a shoulder against the wall and using that to get into a sitting position. "Where am I?" he said blearily.

"Was going to ask you the same thing," Dracoshu said in a low voice, sounding a little hoarse.

"I was at home..." the lizard said slowly, face screwed up as he thought. "And then...dunno. Now, I guess. You?"

The dragon grunted. "Was at a party. Might have drunk too much I guess but the last thing I remember is being there. Now I'm here with these things." He twisted to show the lizard the cuffs and then the chastity device; privacy wasn't really the biggest concern considering the circumstances.

"What the fuck?" the lizard said, immediately looking at his own crotch. There was a shiny metal cage there as well. It was a little shorter and wider than Dracoshu's but the padlock was there and it looked as secure as the dragon's. "Oh great. Kidnapped and they put us in fucking sex toys too!"

"Kinda the opposite; no sex with these," Dracoshu said, smiling slightly in spite of the situation. "I'm Dracoshu, by the way."

"Arexis," the lizard grunted, yanking at the cuffs holding his arms together. "I'd shake your hand but...you get it. Where are you from?" As Dracoshu told him the name of the city and then country, he frowned. "Wait, where is that? Which continent?" Dracoshu told him that too but the lizard just looked confused. "That...that isn't a continent though."

"Maybe we call it different things?" Dracoshu suggested, but he was feeling a little unsettled. Even if they didn't recognise the city, they should know that country he was from! Even the continent! After all, they spoke the same language; there couldn't be too much difference.

The rest of the prisoners, captors, or whatever they were, were now awake and there was a babble of talk filling the room and echoing off of the walls. Much of it was cries of alarm or questions being asked to no one in particular, hoping that someone would have an answer. No one did, but that didn't stop the questions from being asked.

Dracoshu could help but add one question of his own to the mix, though it didn't seem all that important. "What is that noise?" he asked Arexis. "That vibration. Know what it is?"

The lizard pressed the side of his head against the wall, listening for a few moments before shrugging. "No clue." He shifted so that his back was to the wall.

For a few moments, they sat in silence, not knowing what to say, before the lizard and dragon opened their mouths at the same time. There were too many unknowns to not want to discuss them, but they were interrupted. At that moment, there was a grinding clunk from the right hand wall. As it did so, the lights suddenly came to their full brightness, illuminating everyone and everything in the room.

The hidden doors in the wall opened slowly, the motors making everyone fall silent as, as one, the prisoners looked towards to new and only opening of the room. There was a figure standing in it but they were hidden in shadow, the area beyond black compared with the metal room. For a few moments, they remained in the darkness, hidden from view, before stepping forwards.

As the light hit their face, Dracoshu couldn't help but be a little surprised. It was an anthro canine, with long, floppy ears. Male, he was wearing some kind of weird clothing: it was half armour, half...Dracoshu didn't even know what. Maybe a spacesuit? In the dog's hand, he gripped a long black stick, reminiscent of a cane.

Watching him, the dragon couldn't help but sneer a little. On his world, canines were far lower than dragons, obedient and ordered around by anyone that cared to do so. Regardless of the strangeness of the situation, Dracoshu felt a little more at ease; surely this dog wouldn't think to do anything to him, a dragon, and if he tried, he'd surely be dominated by the better species.

Apparently one of the other prisoners felt the same way. Another dragon, close to the door, struggled to their knees and glared at the canine. "Release us!" he ordered imperially, clearly used to having such commands followed at once and without question. The power was taken from his words slightly by the way he was kneeling naked in front of the dog, but there was still some force behind his voice.

For a moment, the canine looked at the prisoner impassively. Then, in a lazy yet fluid movement, he tapped the cane against the dragon's shoulder. The kneeling prisoner jerked and screamed at once, an audible zap of electricity sounding as sparks jumped from the end of the stick. The dragon fell over, groaning softly under the emotionless gaze of the canine, who clicked his fingers at the reptile a second later.

Two more dogs, wearing the same armour which now looked more like a uniform, came from the darkness. They grabbed the prone dragon under his bound arms and dragged him out of the room. There was only silence as they left, every other prisoner in the room looking apprehensively and with bated breath at the first canine.

He took a few moments to look around the room, seeming to appraise every one of the captured anthros in turn before finally speaking in a soft voice that was nonetheless heard clearly by everyone. "You are all aboard the ship Izfor VII, currently travelling through deep space, where we will remain for several months. You have all been chosen for desirable traits or appearances, ones that will fetch a good price. Upon reaching our destination, you will be auctioned off as sex slaves of the highest quality."

The canine paused again for a second. "Well, most of you. Those who fail the intensive training will be sold at a lesser grade and suffer a lifetime of humiliation and abuse. Those who succeed will likely become part of harems, to be pampered and live in relative luxury. So, for your sakes, try hard and impress us.

"At all times, any member of the crew is to be referred to as 'Master', if you are allowed to speak at all. This ship is inescapable; any attempt at disobedience will be met with...harsh punishment." As if to underline the words, he held up the cane and sparks of electricity crackled up and down its length.

It was then that the other two members of the slavers' crew returned. The master with the cane pointed at another of the bound males and the two grabbed him next, though he wasn't shocked. "You will be taken one at a time to begin your evaluation," he said shortly, then fell silent, saying no more.

Over the next few minutes, the newly-captured slaves were taken one by one. Everyone remained silent; whenever whispers began, the dog would raise the cane threateningly and the sound of the crackling electricity quelled any captive that felt brave enough to speak. Dracoshu and Arexis, near the edge of the room and furthest from the door, were among the last to be taken.

Not wanting to get shocked, Dracoshu kept an eye on the prod as the canines came and grabbed him beneath the arms. They were quite strong, lifting him up easily. The dragon squirmed a little, fighting the urge to growl; he didn't think that that would be well received by the 'masters'. It was embarrassing too. With the dragon held the way that he was, there was no way to even attempt to conceal the swinging chastity cage between his legs.

Nobody spoke as he was taken out of the first room, the dragon's heart beating wildly inside his chest. What's going to happen now? Dracoshu thought feverishly, glancing at the impassive faces of his captors. Thinking that it might be useful if he were to formulate an escape plan, Dracoshu looked around carefully.

The walls, floor, and ceiling were all made of sheets of a greyish metal, riveted and welded together. The minute, ever-present vibrations were still detectable beneath Dracoshu's bare feet. There were doors at intervals along the narrow hall but they were all shut and keypads glowed softly besides them all. Even if he hadn't been under guard, the dragon wouldn't have been able to open any of the doors, not without the codes to do so.

The ship seemed massive though. They passed a dozen doors on each side and then entered a small, circular elevator that was at the end of the hall. It was then that Dracoshu opened his mouth. "I'm sure that there's a reward--" he began but the canines didn't like that. The one on his left growled and pressed a finger to something on his wrist. At once, Dracoshu howled, knees buckling as electricity seemed to assault his cock. The chastity device was shocking him powerfully, right on one of the most sensitive parts of his body. The dragon was only kept standing by the two slavers, but the shock ended after a moment, leaving Dracoshu gasping and panting shakily.

"Don't talk unless ordered, slave," the dog that had shocked him spat, punching a code into the elevator's keypad. Legs still shaky and his sheath throbbing dully, Dracoshu didn't catch the number, too focused on his poor, bound sheath. It was at that moment that real doubt began to infect the dragon.What if there is no way out? What if there's no way out?!

The denial and shock of the circumstances began to fade, but too late for the dragon to do anything about it. The elevator doors slid open smoothly, revealing an identical hallway to the one that they had just left. This time there was no long walk; the dogs took Dracoshu to the first door on the left, opening it with another code that the dragon didn't catch.

Inside, the room was tiny. There was only a box in the corner with the lid latched closed, and an armchair in the middle. There was a bare spot on front of it and it was to there that they forced Dracoshu. "Kneel," one of the dogs grunted, kicking at the back of the dragon's legs and sending the slave down. Dracoshu's heart leapt to his throat as he began to fall, very aware that he couldn't use his hands to block his fall.

The dog caught him though, lowering him down roughly, but still more gently than if he'd fallen. The other master went to the box, opening it and rummaging around for a few moments as his companion glared at Dracoshu threateningly. The second rose and turned back to the dragon, a ring gag and muzzle combination dangling from his hand. "Muzzle open," he growled.

Dracoshu was about to protest but he saw the other canine's finger hovering over the wristpad that controlled the shocks from his chastity. The dragon gulped, not wanting to feel that again, and grudgingly opened his muzzle. He wanted to protest but didn't dare speak. The slaver roughly forced the ring between his teeth so that it held the dragon's jaws open. The muzzle part of the ensemble were some short metal rods and straps linking them. These went all along his snout and then tightened down of their own accord.

The dragon gagged a little, pushing at the ring with his tongue, but it wouldn't come out, the muzzle too tight to allow that. While he was distracted by the gag, one of the dogs knelt down and reached between Dracoshu's legs. He blushed and looked down, just in time to see a cable from the floor connect magnetically to the cage. Next second, he yelped as the cable began to retract, staying powerfully attached to his chastity device. It went lower and lower, Dracoshu having to spread his knees wide so that his crotch could get closer to the floor.

The strain got more powerful, the dragon giving a nervous moan as he struggled to sink any lower. When it felt like he couldn't get any lower, the cable stopped withdrawing, leaving Dracoshu kneeling in a wide-legged stance, cock firmly attached to the metal floor. With that, the canines left, abandoning him there. He whined out after them as the door slid closed, the muscles of his thighs already protesting the unnatural and stressful position.

Dracoshu quickly learned that trying to rise, or even move, was a bad idea. It tugged hard on the cage, pulling hard against his balls. It was difficult to see but he was _quite_sure that the only way to get the cage off would be... He shuddered, not willing to entertain the thought; no, that wasn't an option. He tugged at his arms, trying futilely to work them free and trying not to think of what was going to happen; the dragon's imagination was only a hair's breadth from running wild.

When the door slid open, it surprised the dragon. He jumped, then let out a loud yelp through the ring gag as that translated to a strong tug between his legs. Gingerly, he tried to twist and see the newcomer but it was unnecessary. Another canine sat himself in the armchair, right in front of him. His armour was a little more ornate than the others' had been, and less scuffed. The dog's cold eyes looked down at Dracoshu impassively and for a minute, they were in silence, Dracoshu waiting with bated breath.

He didn't have to wait long. The dog, whatever he was waiting for, seemed to find it. He pulled apart the uniform over his crotch and his cock sprang out. It was much bigger than Dracoshu expected, long and thick with an even thicker knot at the bottom. Pointed at the tip, a bit of precum was already dribbling from the tip. A little shocked at the sudden appearance, the dragon didn't connect the dots until the canine's hand was on the back of his head, forcing his muzzle towards the slaver's length.

"Nuu--!" Dracoshu moaned thickly but the sound was cut off as the cock was forced past the ring and into his maw. He gagged, the foreign taste filling his mouth as his muzzle was pressed down until the ring pressed against the canine's knot. The hand was like iron on the back of his head, not letting him move an inch back, and the cable attached to his cock left the rest of his body all but immobilised.

His tongue moved and pressed against the cock, trying to push it out, but that was the wrong thing to do. The dog let out a small, pleased growl as his length twitched slightly in the dragon's muzzle. A splash of precum fell onto the back of Dracoshu's tongue and he gagged all over again, trying not to swallow. The humiliating, degrading feeling was all that the dragon could focus on. He was a dragon but this dog was using his muzzle like a cheap fuckhole, while he was bound and helpless.

The pressure on the back of his head lessened a bit and Dracoshu immediately pulled back, but that was just what the dog wanted. The ring got to about halfway off of the canine's cock before the hand pushed back down hard, making Dracoshu go back to the knot. The dragon whined muffledly as the slaver basically fucked his muzzle slowly. The only sounds were the dragon's whines and moans, barely audible, and the thick, wet sounds of the cock thrusting into his muzzle.

"One of the other Masters no doubt gave you the introduction," the dog said after a couple more thrusts into the dragon's helpless maw. "This is just an...trial, you might say. Just to test you out." Dracoshu's nose was forced down until the knot pressed against the ring again. The only thing that the dragon could smell was canine musk, overpoweringly strong.

"You make a good cocksucker," the dog continued, a cold smile appearing on his muzzle as more precum dribbled onto the dragon's tongue. "That'll be a big part of your training. If you do well, you'll make us a big profit. If not...you'll still make us a profit; it'll just be worse for you."

He began to thrust Dracoshu's head at a fast pace, hand gripping the dragon's horn tightly. With the good handhold, he was able to shove the muzzle down his length, then drag it back in a quick pace. Dracoshu moaned and whined quietly, panting through his nose as he felt the cock and knot swell slowly as he was used, the slaver's climax approaching.

The Master made a low growl as e grabbed the dragon's other horn as well, using them both to yank his muzzle forwards and down. The pointed tip of the dog's cock pressed right against Dracoshu's throat as the knot swelled against the ring, thankfully not locked inside his muzzle. Knowing that was coming, Dracoshu gave a muffled moan, yanking at his bound arms as the cock inside his maw pulsed.

Thick seed erupted from the end of the dog's length, Dracoshu gagging as the first spurt went right down his throat but the slaver wasn't content with just that. He pushed on Dracoshu's head slowly, gradually forcing him back so that as more cum spilled from his cock, it covered the dragon's tongue, making the salty taste fill his mouth. As much as Dracoshu tried to manoeuvre his tongue out of the way, the seed was unavoidable and he gagged again.

"Swallow," he ordered, only the last third of his cock inside the dragon's muzzle. He wouldn't have obeyed, but he saw the dog's finger twitch towards the pad that controlled the shocks from his chastity cage. Whining in defeat, Dracoshu swallowed his captor's cum with difficult. With the gag in place, it was impossible to get all of it though, so when the dog withdrew from his muzzle, the rest of the thick liquid drooled from his lips in long strings.

"Not very good for your first time," the Master said carelessly, stashing his slick cock back inside his pants. "We'll have a good few months to train that out of you though; at least you already know how to obey."

Dracoshu's face burned with the humiliation. The situation seemed quite surreal: he was on a spaceship, kneeling in chastity with his cock attached to the floor, in front of a mere _dog_that had just fucked his muzzle, his cum slowly dripping over his chest. He'd never felt lower.

The dog pressed a button on his wristpad and Dracoshu tensed, expecting a shock, but it wasn't a punishment. Instead, the cable attached to his chastity fell off, the magnetisation disabled. The dragon immediately got into a more comfortable position, bringing his knees closer together; already his muscles had begun to cramp and ache from the way he'd been.

The Master tapped a few more times, evidently looking at something on the little screen before nodding slightly. "You've been assigned to a bunk," he said, tapping the screen one more time. He went over to the box in the corner of the room again and picked out another long cord. At one end there was a flat surface and at the other, a loop. The purpose soon become clear as the flat end was attached to Dracoshu's chastity device: it was a leash. Not a simple one though; as the dog walked to the door, the leash went taut. At the same time, a warning tingle began to run through the cage, the electrical current growing in strength as the tension in the leash increased.

Dracoshu scrambled to his feet before it got painful, which was not an easy task with his arms bound the way that they were. His heart leapt in shame as he realised that they were leaving the room, with the dragon drooling cum and smelling of the same. However, he wasn't given any choice in the matter and if he pulled on the leash even a little, the shock to his crotch grew in strength. With the devious leash, the dog had no problems leading Dracoshu around.

They left the room and went to the elevator again. This time though, the Master gave Dracoshu an order as the doors opened and they stepped in. "Kneel," he commanded. "Whenever you are with a Master and you stop, go to your knees." Dracoshu's first instinct was to growl and he only just fought that back. His hesitation made the slaver's eyes narrow though, and the fist holding the dragon's leash tightened. That too caused the current to run through the chastity cage, quickly increasing to uncomfortable levels and rising further. Before it could get truly painful, Dracoshu dropped to his knees, grunting softly at the impact. "Don't hesitate next time, slave," the dog growled.

Just then, the doors opened and he was walking out again. Dracoshu, only having just knelt, was not prepared to stand again. The dog only took a few steps when the leash snapped taut, hard enough to make the dragon yelp; it felt like his cock had been struck by lightning. The dog didn't stop moving forwards though, the shock growing in intensity until the dragon finally scrambled to his feet, whimpering as the current shut off again. After that, he followed the Master so closely that he was almost stepping on the dog's heels.

The canine's pace was quite fast, not giving Dracoshu much time to look around. The doors that they were passing were very close together; the rooms beyond must have been quite small. There were barred windows set into the doors and a strange smell in the corridor that the dragon didn't recognise. They were moving too quickly for him to get a good look inside the dimly lit rooms so he concentrated on the scent instead; it seemed familiar, acrid and definitely anthro-made.

About two dozen doors down from the elevator, the dog stopped abruptly, turning ninety degrees on his heal to face one of the doors on the left. So sudden was his stop that Dracoshu almost ran into him, twisting out of the way at the last second; he was sure that the Master would have reacted badly if they'd collided. The dog punched another code into the door and it slid open.

Inside, the room was more of a cell, barely large enough to take four steps in any direction. The walls to the left and right were odd: they seemed to be covered in a shiny material. The one on the left was hanging in loose folds but the one on the right... Dracoshu gasped when he saw it. There was a person beneath the material, their outline clearly visible. It was then that he recognised the stuff as latex, or rubber. That's what I was smelling! The dogs had sealed someone beneath the sheet and vacuumed all of the air out from it, immobilising the poor captive.

At their entrance, the person beneath the rubber began making minute squirms, almost inaudible pleading sounds making their way from through the latex. "Whenever in your bunk, you'll be confined to your vacbed," the Master said, shoving Dracoshu further into the room. "If you're lucky, you'll be able to sleep. Now stand behind the sheet." As he gave the command, the dog disconnected the least from his chastity, allowing the dragon to grudgingly move into position. His heart began to beat faster as Dracoshu tried to swallow rising claustrophobia. Encased in rubber all night, unable to move...how can this get any worse?

Once he was in position, the Master took pressed another button on his wristpad and the latex began to move. It rippled and then drew itself over the dragon, forcing him tightly against the padded wall behind him. He gave a groan through the gag, closing his eyes tightly, only to jump in surprise as something forced its way into his open maw. It was shaped like a cock but, as he breathed in in surprise, he found that air came in through a hole in the centre. The need for that became very clear for Dracoshu indeed as all of the other air between the wall and the latex sheet quickly disappeared.

His nose was covered so he breathed in deep breaths through the cock gag desperately, testing his range of movement. The dragon could make tiny squirms as the rubber stretched and moved, but anything else was impossible. He was blind, unable to smell anything and barely able to hear.

When the dog began to speak, it was so quiet that the dragon had to strain to hear the words. "Sleep, if you can. In six hours, your training resumes. You'll soon find that sleeping here is a privilege."

Dracoshu heard the tiny sound of footsteps, then the louder sound of the door sliding closed, leaving him and his cellmate to struggle alone in the tiny cell. The dragon's thoughts were running at a hundred miles an hour as he tried to contain his claustrophobia, as well as dreading what would happen next. Sleep, if it was even possible, was a long way away.