Slave Training

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Book Two

Being lined up in the intake pens again was worrying to Shane and the dragon paced back and forth, a different harness around his chest and running down to his midsection, his lower half left free. His cock was hard and on display but he had to keep himself hard with the slave-guard watching, paw always at work, though it humiliated him to be forced to do so as the sun beamed down on them. He had not worked out that morning but he was still sweaty and felt grimier still from pacing back and forth on the hard-packed dirt, even though he could barely take three strides before getting from one side of his pen to the other.

One-two-three...turn.

One-two-three...turn.

On and on and on.

There was no end to it with his body on display, a bulky bull slaver smirking down at him and slapping his arse as he passed by.

"Keep it toned, toy. Work that meat..."

Was he a toy? He could think, for once, fighting back, trying to put on a show, the appearance of being amenable as a slave. But as Shane looked about it was obvious that he was one of very few that had woken up in the fresh air, the drugs that must have been present in their food, perhaps, or similar stronger in some than in others. It was all to force their compliance, though some of the slaves looked perfectly compliant as they knelt obediently, tongues hanging out as they pressed up to the bars of their pens, hoping to get a flicker of cum on their muzzles or more.

Shane gulped. They wanted to be used or, at least, they thought they wanted to be used. He didn't know which was worse. He hadn't eaten in a day or so, hiding his food so that they wouldn't see that he wasn't taking anything in, and that, perhaps, along with the fresh air had been enough to let him fight back, to rise against the tantalising, sickening fog of compliance that had hung over him. It may have been easier to obey but it weighed heavily on his soul to do so when there was so much more to him, the dragon that he'd once been.

A hyena with a snide smile stalked down the centre aisle between the two main rows of pens where the most prominent slaves were displayed. The pens backing onto those in the sorting facility were set back and didn't contain the most favourable slaves, but, if they performed well, they could step forward in time. Or else be sold for labouring, like cattle, if that was just what they were better suited for. Who could really tell until their time came?

But it was the hyena, the one that everyone else called The Engineer, that set Shane's hackles up, scales prickling with a sick kind of sweat that sent a sense of dread through him. He knew him, he'd seen him, but he wasn't so sure that the brute of a cackling hyena had truly seen anything before him other than a piece of flesh and scales destined to be sold. The dragon's fist balled up but he had to focus, had to maintain his sense of reality. He had to keep his cool.

But it was hard. So very hard.

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Him. He'd been the one that had taken him away! And he hadn't even been sold to pay his own debts! Shane's chest rose and fell in short, sharp, ragged breaths, anger flowing through him. He remembered it all then, his boss in contracting, the sleazy bastard, the slime-ball of a rat. The company had been in dire straits for some time but Shane had figured that they'd work through it as they always did and, well, if not, he'd just move on to another job. There were plenty of labourers and building contractors needed as more structures went up time after time again and furs were more than willing to pay for a strapping, young body to do the hard work where technology and machines would not suffice.

Yet that, clearly, had not been what had happened as he rebelled, swallowing his anger, pushing it down, letting it fester. It was there, in the pit of his stomach, that it would seethe as the hyena approached him, groping and appraising slave after slave, a measuring tape and stick clasped in one paw.

"You, stand up straight!"

A trembling fox with tears in his eyes leapt to obey. Where it appeared that the drugs may not have been working on him as well as they may have liked, the conditioning of being forced to obey under threat of pain, harm, humiliation - anything, really, there could be used as a due motivator - he was under their spell. Perhaps he was not even eating as much of the drug that kept him compliant while his conditioning was allowed to take effect but Shane could only speculate on that count.

Sickened, he watched as the fox was bent over, the length of his cock and his growing muscles measured, though nothing about him seemed to match up to The Engineer's standards as the hyena scoffed and threw him to the ground by his throat.

"If you don't gain another two inches to your biceps, no one is going to buy this toy! It'll be broken in seconds! What are you doing with him in the gym?"

The trainer merely made a note and stepped back, holding out the records while The Engineer's expression soured further.

"Is that it? I don't give a shit how good he is at taking cock - haven't you ever seen a fox-slave before? Double his workout routine and up his protein, according to the nutritionist. I don't want to see him presented back out here until his body matches his supposed talents."

The fox quailed at the back of the pen but The Engineer was already moving on, snapping the measuring stick out against a stallion.

"Stand straight, boy."

The horse, a jet black specimen of a slave with flared, snorting nostrils, stood still, only looking straight ahead of him as if there was something out there, perhaps in the distance, that he could just about see. He did not flinch one bit as his cock was groped, pumped to full hardness by a skilled paw, a paw that knew just where to pinch and grope and squeeze to gain a reaction. A spank here and a squeeze of his buttocks there and he was putty in the paws of The Engineer, hardly moving even though his cock twitched, swollen and ready for action.

Shane scowled. The horse hadn't been told to keep himself hard. Though he supposed that it was merely just as well that he had not been locked up in tight bondage like some of the slaves, some gagged and drawn back so tightly that they'd likely be easing sore muscles for days after a single session. There was one lion down the line, though his mane had, humiliatingly, been shaved, that was hogtied and face-down in the dirt, though his rumbling growls could be heard all the same. Shane had little doubt in his mind that the light in his eyes was well on its way to going out though, even his proud spirit broken and beaten down in the terror of the stock pens.

For that's all they were to the slavers as The Engineer jacked off the horse, taking pleasure from using and abusing his body, all openly on show. They were just stock items, something that could have, before, been gained from a shop or a market - however the individual chose to make purchases. They held no more value to anyone than a slab of meat and that slab of meat could have anything done to it that the individual that owned it pleased. Shane ground his teeth together as the stallion was forced to his knees, lips open readily for the meat of the hyena's cock. They didn't have any say in the matter when they were either mindless already or supposed to be mindless.

Yet he was not one of the mindless and The Engineer was about to see that for himself.

He tried not to listen as the horse hacked and gagged around a cock that was roughly crammed into his mouth, something that he should have been able to take. He was yet to see anyone there without a good, thick cock, however, which would have been a nice thing if he wasn't being forced into it himself. The dragon had made no qualms about liking the male form in his previous life - look at him! He snarled in the back of his throat, drawing the hyena's attention, cock withdrawn from the slave stud-horse's mouth. What was he saying about a previous life as if it was something that he'd never get back to? Had he really been broken that far? And was it the drugs or the conditioning, the endless training after training, that had beaten him down to such an extent?

"You..."

And then The Engineer was there, his head lifted cockily high, a smirk on his lips. It was all Shane could do to drop to his knees obediently, unsure whether he should have a paw on his cock or not. It was hard enough, for the moment, and he chanced letting it hang there, despite how his mind growled at him to cover up, to hide himself. The Engineer stood over him with his cock still out, his trousers slipped down enough to let it out through his fly, although Shane would not have found himself at all surprised if he'd been told that the hyena had had his clothing specifically adapted to suit his needs in that regard. There were many fetish items available in the world in that way and, well, Shane had only come to see most of them during his time in the facility, acting and living as a slave.

"Up."

Shane scrambled to obey - he had to look like he was doing it all of his own free will, yes. He tried to put a little bit of a hazed gleam into his eye as if he was not quite seeing what was right there before him too, swaying lightly, The Engineer nodding to someone else to whip out the measuring tape. The sizing of him was embarrassing and he could not help twitching away from them as anxious sweat beaded on his scales, smelling faintly and exotically but nothing like the reek of old, dried sweat. Even that light aroma of his body reacting to the stress of the situation had his cock twitching, his arousal impossible to ignore.

Shane tried not to react, fighting against the very literal act of fighting back and doing everything that was asked of him. If he pretended that he was under their spell, would that make him just as bad as the rest of the slaves that were already broken? His arm was stretched out, the size of his bicep noted down, his waist size logged, the stretch of his pecs, bulky and swollen from his latest workout, across his chest. Not a single inch of him was left untested as he was even measured for gear too, although most of it was adjustable with buckles and straps when it came to the sort of attire that most slaves would be strapped into. That said, there was nothing like a nice, tight jockstrap to contain a bulging length of meat, tenting out with the thickness of it as the wearer's need grew and grew and grew...

"What did I tell you about this one? He responds nicely, better than the other livestock, I think, that came in at the same time."

The dragon trembled, paws wandering possessively over his cock, although they were not his. It was all he could do not to shove them away but, not knowing whether he was broken or not, he stayed perfectly still, his tail stiffly pushed out straight back from his body. The Engineer took care of that intimate part of him, squeezing his cock too for a sample of pre-cum that was dribbled into a little vial and stopped up, passed off to someone else. And who knew just what would happen to that part of him in time?

It was not for him to worry about. Maybe he didn't have to worry, maybe he didn't have to think, exhaling softly, shoulders releasing a little of the tension that he had not known could have been so easily slipped from them. He looked away, letting it happen. Maybe it was for the best. Compliance would ensure, surely, that nothing bad happened to him.

For the time being.

"Such a good toy... If that turns you on, a boy like you might just well find a good master."

Shane grunted. Eyes landed on him and he sweated nervously.

"A bit vocal... How about when I do...this?"

And then Shane found himself bent forward, tail reacting automatically even though he hated himself for doing it, arching up over his back as if, even then and there, he was trying to draw attention to his body, to show off the goods and all that he had to offer, breath dully raking through his chest, windpipe tightening. His heart hammered against his eardrums, a pounding, driving beat that was far from natural, sweat practically pouring off him, his cock softening just a little as fear pushed through him.

He couldn't.

Shane's breath caught in his throat.

He wouldn't.

The Engineer flew back at the moment that his cock pushed up against that less than wanton pucker, seeming to know just what his newest fuck-slut was going to do, though there was a grin on his muzzle. Oh, how he liked a challenge when one presented itself to him but he too had seen just what the dragon was capable of when wrapped up in submissive wiles, performing just as a slave with no real name should have done. The dragon thrashed and rose with his lips pulled back from his teeth, showing off the sharp lines, which were more defined and deadly than those of prey species, even though he could not have said that they were as sharp as the beasts of his ancestors.

In a pinch, however...they would do.

"Get the fuck off me!"

The gig was up and Shane snarled viciously, using his newly-gained muscles to throw his weight about. A slaver crashed back into the side of the pen where he had tried to get in the way but The Engineer was there, rounding on him with his black lips peeled back from his teeth in a growl.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you, boy."

It was the first time that Shane had felt as if the one responsible for it all had stopped him and spoken to him directly since he had entered the godforsaken facility but there was no more that he was willing to do - no more! He would stomp and he would snarl and he would defend his corner to the bitter end. Yet even that could be stripped from him.

Ducking his head, Shane growled deep in the back of his throat, the sound rising up from the pit of his churning stomach, aching for the sustenance that he had denied himself for the last few days. Maybe eating would have been a good idea but at least it left his head clearer than it had been since entering the place, since being forced to drop to his knees and obey over and over again.

Anything was better than that.

"Easy there, fuck-bait," another slaver, a brutish ox, grunted, paws clenched into fists at ready. "We've seen your kind before. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Either way, guess who loses?"

A roll of the dice was in the air, however, as Shane lunged almost before the ox had finished speaking, lowering his head further still to head butt him in the stomach, knocking the wind from the beast. It was a low blow but not as dirty a tactic as Shane whipped around, angling for the next, although he was off-balance. A paw caught his arm even as he wrenched it away, kneeing the ox in the nuts - any guy knew how much that hurt but he didn't wait to see him fall as his neck ached. Maybe that had been a stupid thing to do, all eyes on them, the clamour in the centre of the pens, the measuring tape thrown to the side as if it no longer offered them anything. Sizing him up would be done through a very different means from that point, Shane was sure.

"Don't do this, nine-nine-zero," The Engineer said, naming him by the number he'd been given on the day of intake. "This will be the end of you."

But what other end was there in store for Shane but the fight? The slave snarled and shook his head, lunging and fighting tooth and claw, although, wisely, The Engineer stood back from the fray. He was one only to get his paws dirty under circumstances where it more specifically benefitted him and Shane's thrashing was there to be contained as back-up arrived in a pounding of hind paws clad in steel-toed boots.

Shane didn't know quite how it happened but there was a bench all of a sudden and he was bent over it, those furs dominating him using his weight against him as they forced him down, strapped him down. He could have easily have tipped it if they had not been pinning him there but there were too many for an untrained, weakened by hunger, slave to fight off, and just the leather straps around him, keeping him face-down with his legs on unpadded supports on either side, were enough to get him quivering.

His training made him whimper and relax, an instinctive reaction that terrified even him in how swiftly it made itself known. His scales more than knew the touch of leather by that point, even though Shane could not have said for how many days he'd been in the facility itself. Still, it was long enough for more than a little to sink in, clawing its way down deeper and deeper, right into his soul, the part of him that he'd thought, even if they broke him down in other ways, that they would never have been able to touch.

"Better... But not good enough, boy. Didn't you learn your lesson the first time?"

The first time? What was that supposed to mean? But that did not seem for Shane to know as his tail was cuffed and hooked up to an O-ring in the back of his collar, rendering him helpless and exposed as the pucker of his tail hole closed down in hopeless defiance.

Of course, there was no sense in fighting back and with so many paws holding him down, ensuring that the makeshift bondage bench would not tip and shift, there was nothing he could do. That did not stop the dragon's mind from raging, however, as he grunted and growled, thrashing and twisting, the slow drive of a cock pushing up under his tail forcing him to spread sore muscles. He'd only recently had a dildo rammed up under there but that did not help him either as he growled and snarled and spat out curse after curse, swearing that he was going to get them at all costs. But just what did one slave, ultimately, think that he could do?

No... He had to give in, howl and cry and try to hide his debasement as The Engineer's cock bore into him taking pleasure in both using and mocking his newest toy. Did the slavers like him sometimes keep slaves that went through their facilities, preventing them from actually moving on to being owned by a master? Ah, it was hardly unheard of, but Shane did not know which fate, as a slave, could have possibly have been considered worse to him.

Trying to take his mind away from the humiliation, the shame of it all, did not help him as he howled and twisted, a paw in his hair, forcing his head down. The pain barely registered, when laid out against everything else that was happening to him, the strain and the stretch under his tail coming above all else. It dominated his mind as the wretchedness of the hyena dominated his body, taking advantage of him as he had already been taken advantage of so many times before, pushed down, forced down, kept in place and in line through an assortment of bondage and drugs that would tame even the most fierce of slaves.

Groaning, Shane twisted, trying to arch his back, push away, do something, anything, to show his displeasure, that he was not really there, that he was not one of the slaves that they thought they could sell. He'd get out, yes, yes, he'd get out... His mind fogged over, snarling and yelling as if he was hearing his voice from a great distance away, not present in his body and the moment, head spinning. They wouldn't take him, wouldn't break him, not even as that fat length of cock-meat pounded him for all the hyena was worth, the hyena snarling out his pleasure with each and every thrust.

And everyone was watching.

"Shut up or it'll be the gag next!"

"Measure his tail while I've got him...unfff...busy..."

The Engineer was never one to miss out on an opportunity but Shane was barely aware of his tail having the flexible tape run across and around it, the boring administration taken care of while he was fucked. And he was fucked, truly in the truest sense of the word. He was forced and taken, his hole pained and strained. It was not meant to hurt, that much he knew, but the slavers did not care about what he experienced when there was more training, evidently, for him to be forced through. Although The Engineer was more than a little distracted in applying his most potent form of discipline, he was not caught up so much that he could not suggest a particularly stringent course of discipline that would surely have Shane more co-operative in no time.

"Force feed him if necessary. He will be broken."

Shane flinched. No... No, he would not be. But that, like so many other things in his life then, didn't seem to be his choice any longer. Had he ever truly had a choice in that matter?

There was no way to tell and, even then, Shane did not know whether he would ever have the chance to know, whether his slavery truly was the final word in it all, all that he would ever know from that point onward. His tail hole ached as his muscles tried to squeeze down, pulsing and rippling erratically, though he could not have been sure if his body was still caught up under their control, trying to deliver pleasure where even he didn't think that it was his to give.

He couldn't please someone that he didn't...well...

But that part of his life was surely long gone, whether he had been sold into slavery or not. Shane growled and flinched, pulling away mentally, even though his physical body had to stay right there, right where it was. That was the beauty and the horror of bondage, after all, in that it could be used to contain, to force someone to live through, to face the most abject of humiliations.

Maybe...just maybe...it was better to enjoy a few of those humiliations, if only to get by.

"Public display."

"A spectacle."

"Size training."

"Restricted sleep."

They tossed about ideas above him as if he was nothing more than a troublesome dog that was not herding sheep in the fashion that they needed but, of course, he was not even that working dog but the sheep that he herded. He was the livestock, the stock, yes, only the stock something to be moved about, used at will.

The dragon's mind slipped down and down and down but it was not sub-space that he eased into, tumbling head over heels. It was something else, something that slaves with some remembrance of their former lives understood but could not put a name to. Nobody cared to put a name to it, after all, when it only affected slaves. And who cared one bit about them when their bodies could be made to be so delightful, minds warped and twisted all to suit the needs of a master?

His tail hole squeezed down on that length and he was dimly aware of his body being forced to orgasm, his hind end just about hanging off the bondage bench as his legs bent. He didn't think too closely on his position, however, not even as another cock was rammed into his muzzle, used from both ends. He didn't pay the other fur too much mind either, slipping away, fading away, letting his reality take him up well and truly for a ride. The Engineer slammed in with a brutal grind and thrust and Shane gasped faintly, though didn't have the breath left in his lungs for anything more. His aching nuts begged for something that he did not know how to give but, in his current situation and predicament, a slave like him could only hope that there was a master there, somewhere, that could be kind to him.

It was the best he could hope for.

Sweat dripped from him and his throbbing, trapped cock, pressing up just about between his stomach and the hard wood of the bench, spending his load. It was not a load that felt like it gave him any satisfaction but the true pleasure in it, which was not his to feel, lay in the pounding drive of the hyena's cock, working himself up to a frenzied orgasm. He didn't take any qualms about his pleasure either as that tight tail hole forced him on, tipping over the edge with a ragged, dominant howl.

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