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The overweight fox nervously approached the tall, muscular rhino who was scrolling through his phone on the bench outside the bistro.

"Um...Tiago?"

The rhino in his navy blue two-piece suit looked up and smiled when his eyes alit on the fox. "Hey, Bailey, glad to meet you," the rhino said warmly in a rich baritone. He pocketed his phone as he stood from the bench and pulled Bailey into a tight hug. The fox awkwardly patted Tiago on the back before they parted, and Tiago continued, "You got here alright?"

Bailey, wearing just a button-up shirt and khakis, apprehensively glanced up at the sign for the French bistro, seeing dollar signs in place of the handwritten script, before he looked at Tiago again, and he felt extremely underdressed. "Yeah, traffic wasn't too bad--I thought it'd be worse, I just don't come to this part of town often. I-I didn't realize Le Piège was so..."

Tiago grinned as he picked up where Bailey was heading--he chuckled and clapped a hand on the fox's shoulder. "Don't worry about it at all, you look great and this is my treat, alright? I don't get out and about often, it's fun for me to provide! Especially for such a cute thing like you."

Bailey felt the heat rise in his cheeks. "O-oh, are you sure? I don't mind chipping--"

"Nonsense, I like to wine and dine my dates," Tiago said breezily as he steered Bailey to the bistro door.

"Well, if you insist." Bailey smiled gratefully, but he mentally sighed in relief--he'd checked the menu online on his way over, and the prices for even the appetizers at Le Piège were outrageous. He didn't know what he'd said to Tiago when they were chatting on CatchMe to give him the impression that a fancy place like this was his scene, but if the rhino was happy to foot the bill for tonight, then who was Bailey to complain about getting a free meal and some nice conversation with such a stud? Especially as the stud in question was guiding him through the dining room with a firm hand on his shoulder until they reached a private booth in a secluded corner.

"I hope you don't mind, I already picked a table for us," Tiago said smoothly as he escorted Bailey to his seat.

"No, this is great," Bailey replied--he sat down in the booth while Tiago took his seat opposite him.

A tiger waiter approached with a pitcher of water and menus after the two had sat down. "Welcome to Le Piège, gentlemen. My name is Ryan, I'll be taking care of you this evening," he said as he filled their glasses. "Can I get you started with anything to drink in addition to water?"

Bailey hesitated, but it was enough of a pause for Tiago to start, his tone direct but friendly. "I'll take a bourbon, neat--Delos Farm is good--and my friend here will have a glass of your Goldforge Merlot. And we'd like to start with the bruschetta, please."

Bailey's eyebrows rose at the rhino taking charge; on the one hand, seeing that kind of confidence and assertiveness was sexy, and he couldn't deny that he was planning on a glass of red wine already--it just might have been nice of Tiago to let his date order for himself.

"Excellent, I'll put that appetizer order in with the kitchen and have your drinks to you soon," Ryan said cheerily as he placed the menus on the table. "And I'll leave these here for you to look over, take your time."

"Thanks very much," Tiago replied with a warm smile.

"Thank you," Bailey added softly.

As Ryan padded away, Tiago addressed Bailey. "You're alright with Merlot?"

The fox nodded. "I was thinking of getting one, yeah. How'd you know?"

Tiago shrugged. "You struck me as the red wine type, lucky guess. But I'd like to learn more about you so I don't have to guess as much."

"Well, that's why we're here, isn't it?"

Tiago winked and Bailey felt something shift against his leg under the table--he realized that the rhino was brushing his foot up against his calf. "So, why don't you get started?" the larger man prompted. "Tell me about yourself."

"Oh, well...shouldn't we take a look at the menu first?" Bailey asked, nodding at the menu that Ryan had left for them.

"Nah, that can wait, I'd rather take a look at you before the food," Tiago flirted.

"Oh jeez." The fox could feel himself grow hot under the collar.

Tiago laughed. "Too corny?"

"N-no, just...well, I don't know if there's much to tell about me," Bailey grimaced. He sipped his water before he took up, "I grew up in Lockley, then I went to Grafton Bay University for college--that was my first time really being away from home."

"That must've been quite the transition, going from such a small town to a city like Grafton Bay," Tiago observed.

"Yeah, I guess. I wasn't really sheltered exactly, but I had a lot to learn," Bailey said with a chuckle.

"What was your major?"

"Software engineering," the fox answered. "It felt like a good fit for me, job-wise; you have to work in teams to get the project done, but there's a lot of solo work, it's not high on people interaction...and I'm a bit of an introvert already, so it seemed like the right choice. Plus I'm good at coding, so there's that."

"Brainy and cute, you're the complete package," Tiago noted playfully.

"Well, I don't know about the complete package," Bailey sheepishly returned; heat rose in his face at the compliment.

"Hey, don't sell yourself short, I'm liking what I'm hearing and seeing so far," the rhino smirked.

They paused as Ryan approached and delivered their beverages, then stepped away from their table again. Tiago lifted his glass, and Bailey did the same, clinking his against the rhino's before they drank. After a gulp of his bourbon, Tiago continued, "So, I remember you talking about doing data systems development when we were chatting earlier. Are you in an office for that or working remotely?"

"It's all remote," Bailey said as he set his wine glass down--the taste of the Merlot lingered on his tongue, a perfect blend of spice and bitter fruit, and he began feeling more relaxed. "The company's headquartered on the East coast, so I'm working from my living room. Most days I just work in my pajamas."

"You wear pajamas?" Tiago waggled his eyebrows.

"Well, just my underwear and a t-shirt, nothing too fancy," Bailey clarified. "Still need to look at least a little decent for meetings on camera."

"Oh, I suppose so," the rhino allowed. He settled back comfortably against the leather padding of the booth seat before he asked, "What about your family? They're still in Lockley?"

Bailey nodded and took another sip of his wine.

"Do you visit them much?"

The fox chuckled and rolled the stem of his wine glass between his fingers. "We're not very close; my dad left the picture when I was a kid, I haven't talked to him since. And things between me and my mom...she didn't handle it well when I came out."

"Ah, I'm sorry to hear that," Tiago said, sincere. "That can't have been easy to go through."

Bailey shrugged and took another drink--his glass was now half-empty. "It's no big deal, I'm having a better time on my own anyway...or at least I was. Kinda what brought me onto CatchMe, thought it might be time to start looking around for something a little more...I don't know, 'serious' isn't the word I really want to use, but something that could maybe lead to that point, you know?"

"Well, I'm glad you got on there, you definitely caught my eye alright," the rhino said.

Bailey grimaced again. "I'm glad you reached out to connect with me...talking with you on there has been really nice...although to be honest, I kinda thought you were out of my league."

Tiago cocked his head to the side, intrigued. "How do you mean?"

"Well, I'm...all this"--Bailey gestured at himself; while the 25-year-old fox wasn't portly, he was overweight enough to be considered "pleasantly plump", and he was very aware of being only 5'7". "And you're"--he trailed off as he gestured at the 48-year-old rhino who had to be over 6'5" and looked like he spent every day in the gym before he went to whatever high-paying job he had that allowed him to purchase tailored suits while Bailey was working from his couch with a bag of potato chips by his side.

Tiago shook his head. "That kind of difference doesn't really matter to me. I've been around enough to know when I've found a gem, and you, my friend, have something very attractive about you."

Bailey flushed and sipped his wine again to cover himself.

"Really, you're the catch here," the rhino continued, leaning forward to earnestly look Bailey in the eye. "And I'm feeling lucky to have caught you, at least for tonight. Beyond that, who can say? I'm excited to see where the evening takes us."

"Well, I don't know what to say..." Bailey began. He took a breath to continue, but he suddenly felt the room lurch to the side and his head swayed. "I--whoa..."

"Aw, that's adorable, you're a lightweight," Tiago mused--his warm expression subtly cooled to reflect a more dispassionate observer.

Bailey blinked hard a few times, trying to keep his eyes open. "I...oh, wha...wait--" his tongue loosened and his muscles struggled to keep him sitting upright. Dizzy and dry-mouthed, he rolled his gaze over to his now mostly empty wine glass, then up to Tiago, who gently took Bailey's hands in his own, holding them and stroking his fingers. "There we go, cutie...just let go..."

Bailey's vision went dark and he felt himself swing forward, but he was out cold before his face hit the table.

The fox felt a rhythmic bumping throughout his whole body, then wind whipping past his fur and ears. He sniffed the air, smelling briny salt water--was he near the beach? He breathed in again and cracked open an eye.

Harsh sunlight streamed down and reflected off the polished white fiberglass of his surroundings, momentarily blinding him. Bailey groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, letting his pupils adjust before he opened them again. Through the glare, he saw that he was in a speedboat--a grizzly bear in black was at the wheel, keeping his gaze forward, while Bailey was lying on his side on the padded bench behind the driver. In the prow of the boat, two more bears in black were sitting with a slim, shirtless red panda who wore a pair of short swim trunks and was typing on the phone in his hand.

Bailey glanced down at himself and saw he was wearing just his undershirt and boxer briefs--his button-up and slacks had been removed. In a daze, Bailey reached up to rub his face and physically clear away the sleep that still clung to him, but as he did so, he found that his wrists were tied together. Confused, he inspected the knots and tried to pull his hands free, but his restraints were too tight and too well-tied.

"Well, look who's awake," a deep, familiar voice called to him over the wind.

Bailey craned his neck in the direction of the voice to see Tiago sitting on the bench seat adjacent to him and the driver--the rhino wore sunglasses, white shorts, and a blue hibiscus-patterned shirt, a vastly different outfit compared to what he was wearing for dinner last night.

Wait--dinner last night...the fog of sedatives in Bailey's mind started to clear and the gears started turning into place...

"You"--he coughed to clear his throat and tried again. "You...drugged me?"

"Well, how else was I going to get you to take the job? Congratulations, by the way," Tiago responded casually; he reached over and rubbed Bailey's head, ruffling his fur.

"Job?" Bailey swung his head away from Tiago's fingers and slowly rolled up to sit, now getting a faceful of the wind that blasted past them. He scooted to the far corner of the boat, putting as much space as possible between himself and the rhino and glared at him suspiciously. "What job?"

"Your new job," Tiago supplied as if he was talking about something as obvious as the weather. "Chief Staff Resources Officer for a private resort--my private resort, actually."

"Wha...I don't--"

"We're almost there," Tiago said over Bailey's spluttering. He gestured toward the bow of the boat--Bailey followed his host's pointed fingers and saw that they were fast approaching a small island with stark white sand and lush trees; Bailey squinted and saw a dock with a cabana and a trail that led into the thick foliage. "Just sit back and enjoy the ride, I'll tell you more when we start the tour," Tiago continued as he stood from his seat.

The rhino winked down at the fox before he clapped the driver on the back and said something into the bear's ear--Bailey couldn't hear him over the wind. Tiago then proceeded up to the prow of the boat, where he sat next to the red panda and casually began stroking the younger man's thigh while the red panda spoke to him.

As Bailey sat there, jostling in the back seat of the speedboat ferrying him to wherever in the world this was, panic began to set in. He looked around wildly, breathing fast as his mind raced--the fox had no clue where they were, no phone, no way of calling for help, nobody knew that he'd even gone on a date with Tiago...

Bailey's blood ran cold as the questions started piling up. How could he even be sure that the rhino's name was Tiago? How much did he really know about this guy? He'd shared some small details when they chatted online, but who was to say that they weren't all lies to lure Bailey into a trap? Who was he really? What did he want with Bailey? Just how rich and powerful was he to have an island resort and the means to abduct someone from a crowded restaurant? For that matter, how did he even drug Bailey? He couldn't have slipped something into his wine, Bailey had taken it directly from the waiter...unless the waiter was on Tiago's payroll somehow? Was everything just a setup to nab the fox?

Bailey shook his head--it wouldn't do him much good to think about how he got into this situation, the important thing was to find a way out of it. He looked to the side of the boat, bouncing over the waves below, and considered his options--he could try jumping overboard, but what would that accomplish? He couldn't outswim the speedboat, and even if Tiago decided to just leave him behind, he'd probably be dead within a couple days, if not from sharks then definitely from exposure and dehydration.

Bailey looked at the driver's back. Maybe he could sneak up behind the burly bear and try to choke him out with his rope handcuffs? But was he strong enough? Probably not, the ursine looked like he could easily bench 400 pounds and Bailey struggled with 60. Plus Tiago had two more men with him who looked like they could take Bailey down in seconds, and then there was Tiago himself--no way could the fox take on all of them. The red panda, maybe, but not everyone else in the boat.

As little as he liked the thought, Bailey recognized that his best chance for escape was to wait until they got to the island, then to somehow get away from his host--he might be able to give his captors the slip and sneak off into the foliage, get back to the boat, and then motor off. But there was still the issue of knowing where to go, and first knowing where he was; maybe he could find a map or some reference to the island's location somewhere?

While he silently mulled over a possible plan, Bailey watched the island grow closer and closer until they finally approached the dock. One of the bears in the prow of the boat picked up a couple ropes and cast them over to the jaguar who emerged from the cabana on the pier. Bailey listened to the jaguar and bear call instructions to each other as they worked to secure the boat; the feline looped the rope around the mooring posts and helped pull the boat in as the driver throttled back and let the vessel glide into its port. When the mooring lines were tied off and secure, the jaguar called, "Welcome back, Boss!"

"Good to be back, Davis," Tiago replied as he stood from his seat.

Davis extended his hand, which Tiago took and used for support as he stepped onto the dock. The two bears in the prow jumped over, and Davis helped the red panda onto the pier. The driver finally cut the engine completely, leaving just the sound of the lapping waves and the wind rustling past the trees, as well as the faint, tinny ukulele music emanating from the speaker system in the cabana.

"Alright, Bailey, welcome to Plazera Key," Tiago said, finally addressing the fox who still sat in the stern. "Ready to come ashore? Or do I need Garrett there to help you out of your seat?" He nodded over at the bear still behind the wheel of the boat.

Thinking it would be better to be compliant (at least for now), Bailey rocked to his feet and unsteadily approached the side of the boat. Tiago reached for his bound wrists and pulled him over by the handcuffs, forcing the fox to stumble out of the boat and onto the pier.

"There we go, being good already, I like that," Tiago rumbled as he stroked the side of Bailey's face, even though the fox was staring daggers at him. "I know things are probably a little confusing and scary--all normal for orientation to a new job. We'll get you settled in no time."

Tiago turned and began to lead the way up the pier, his hand gripping Bailey's restraints and forcing the fox to follow, with the red panda and two bears sauntering behind him.

As they walked, Bailey took a chance to pry for more information. "Where'd you say this is?"

"Plazera Key," Tiago replied casually. "I got this place about 10 years ago, great deal for something tropical, and I've been working on fixing it up. It's just about ready for business."

Bailey mulled over the rhino's answer as he continued walking behind his host. He hadn't heard of Plazera Key before, but he figured it must be part of the Bouzen Keys, off the coast of Tangata. Bailey blinked when he realized that meant Tiago had flown him not only across the country, but to an entirely separate continent and they'd gone further offshore from a foreign nation. Last he remembered, the fox didn't have his passport with him, and he barely had enough money in his bank account to get through his monthly budget, which meant a plane ticket was out of the question (provided he could get his hands on his wallet and phone, but who knew where those were now?)--even if he could escape back to the mainland, he'd have to somehow find his way to an embassy for protection and to get back home; he sighed, understanding that his chances for escape and getting back to his apartment and old life were getting slimmer and slimmer.

In the meantime, Tiago led the group to one of the blue golf carts waiting for them by the paved path that connected to the dock. At the rhino's instruction, Bailey sat in the front passenger seat and allowed his host to connect his wrist restraints to one of the cart's support bars, locking him to the vehicle. Tiago then settled into the driver's seat and the red panda sat in the back while the two bears swung themselves into the second golf cart waiting for them.

"Let's get rolling!" Tiago called as he put his golf cart into gear and stomped on the pedal, jolting it forward on the path that took them into the lush jungle and away from the shore. Bailey looked behind them to see the bears following in their cart.

"So, before we start the tour," Tiago began, getting Bailey's attention again, "maybe introductions are in order. And I'm sure you have some questions; I'll answer what I can. You probably want to know if I'm really Tiago Morales--that's not an alias. The cute guy behind us is Otto Derosa; he's interning as my personal assistant."

"Hi," Otto said disinterestedly; Bailey looked to see that the red panda was still typing on his phone, most likely answering emails and texts for his boss.

"And the bears are part of my security team, you'll have time to meet them later on," Tiago continued. He took the golf cart around a curve and to the right when they reached a fork in the path. "Everyone lives and works here--we have a few people on staff for basic operations; keep the lights on and the water running, that kind of thing. Otherwise, the island is self-sufficient and off the grid, and we're using the latest innovations in renewable resources. I really want to focus on my guests having a good time and feel good about being here; I guess you could say my corporate mission is 'Pleasure and sustainability'," the rhino rattled off pleasantly. He looked over at Bailey with a smile. "There's more to see and talk about, but any questions so far?"

Bailey shifted in his seat, edging just a little further away from Tiago. "Is there...something you want from me? Like, ransom or information--"

"No, no, nothing like that," Tiago said breezily. "I had a job opportunity that needed to be filled, you were the best candidate, so...think of this as the hiring and onboarding process."

Bailey scoffed. "So, what, you just decided to kidnap me and now you expect me to work for you on your private island? I already have a job, I have an apartment, I've got--"

"You resigned from your job and gave your landlord 60 days notice that you were leaving," the rhino told him smoothly. "Or, rather, I had Otto do that for you while you were sedated."

The fox sat back, stunned. "B-but...what about..." But he trailed off, unsure of how to articulate his next protest. He'd had a life, he'd had friends, he'd had a home, he'd had plans for the future--there were things he wanted to do, and now all of that had been taken away from him so casually, without any regard for how he felt. A deep longing welled up within him--he wished so hard to go back in time, to have never met Tiago, but here he was now, abducted and trapped. Longing was replaced by hopelessness, and he hung his head.

"Aw, no need to be sad, cutie," Tiago crooned soothingly. He reached over and roughly rubbed Bailey's shoulder and neck as he said, "You're in a much better place now. I can really make full use of your looks and talents here, much more than your last job. And you're in paradise, away from that tiny apartment--would you really want to go back to living there? You can forget your old life, you're starting something new, something incredible."

Bailey shrugged, trying to get out from under Tiago's hand, but the rhino's grip was firm. Sighing, the fox looked to the side, watching the greenery pass as they wended their way along the golf cart path. Eventually, Tiago drove the cart past a set of open gates adorned with a sign that read Sukranu Oasis.

"So...what is this place, exactly?" Bailey finally asked.

Tiago grinned. "You'll see very soon. I think you're going to like it."

Bailey watched as they pulled up into an open driveway in front of a resort complex. A large, elegant fountain shot water high into the air in front of the main building, which looked like it was made out of white plaster. Private villas flanked the main building on either side, and the fox looked around to see more white plaster villas, fountains, lanterns, statues of naked men in various poses of pleasure, and lush landscaping leading deeper into the island foliage.

"This is Sukranu Oasis, my resort," Tiago announced. He parked the golf cart and heaved himself out of it before unlocking the chain that connected Bailey's wrist restraints to the cart. He allowed Bailey to stand, then led the fox across the tabby driveway and into the main building. Otto followed them from the golf cart, his eyes still on the phone in his hand.

"Sukranu Oasis is where you can truly escape and enjoy blissful self-indulgence," Tiago continued, his voice echoing off the stone floor and plaster walls as he toured Bailey through the lobby. There were dozens of sofas and chairs placed in the lounge areas, and Bailey could see leather slings and chains hanging from the ceiling. Otto walked around Bailey and Tiago and headed for a door marked "Employees Only." Bailey's eyes followed the red panda before Otto disappeared behind the door, and then he noticed the erotic photographs that played on slideshows on the TV screens adorning the walls. He stared hungrily at the photos of men giving each other blowjobs, fucking each other, fingering and rimming each other, cuddling together and engaging in BDSM scenes--eventually he tore his gaze away and followed Tiago, who led him to the dining room off of the lobby.

"We'll have a world-class chef on retainer here. He's arriving tomorrow morning, and he can make anything my guests want, it's just a matter of making sure he has the ingredients," Tiago said as he showed Bailey the casual, softly-lit dining space. Tropical plants filled the room, making the space feel like an extension of the island jungle outside, and granting each table a degree of privacy in their own little alcoves of greenery.

From the dining room, Tiago guided Bailey around the rest of the resort complex and described the different amenities available to his guests. Bailey followed his host to the gym (which contained standard workout equipment for a resort), the spa (where massage tables and private rooms waited for guests to get their aching muscles attended to, a large communal shower space was ready for use, an enormous hot tub bubbled and steamed under a set of flowing rain showerheads, and a wooden sauna and tiled steam room sat vacant and ready), and down to a nature trail. At the end of the nature trail, Bailey and Tiago encountered an artificial waterfall and river.

"We had to dig out the river and set up the waterfall ourselves to get the right effect--it's all salt water and flows from and back to the ocean," Tiago explained as he guided Bailey around the pool at the base of the waterfall and behind the sheet of falling water to a rocky cavern. "But back here we have something that our guests are really going to love."

Embedded in the walls of the cavern was a glass door that automatically slid open, allowing Tiago and Bailey to enter a large, steel-walled room. Bailey's eyes widened when he saw the row of glory hole stalls lining one of the walls, the stations of slings and X-frames, and the multiple cabinets of dildos, sounding rods, ropes, e-stim kits, whips, paddles, and hoods. Racks lining another wall held various latex and leather apparel, stuff sacks, a vacuum bondage gear, and there were plenty of dispensers for lube and condoms. Tiago and Bailey padded over the rubberized floors, examining the space and all its amenities.

"Guests can naturally enjoy the privacy of their rooms, or they can have fun anywhere else in the resort or on the island," Tiago said. "There's no restriction on where they can engage in sexual activity--I want everyone to leave their inhibitions behind completely while they're here. But if they find they need a different space, something that feels a little more like a proper dungeon, then they can come here any time. This space is open to them 24 hours a day. But our Red Room..."

The rhino led the fox to a hallway off of the main room and to a red door. Tiago held his hand to a palm-print scanner and the door slid open for him. Bailey followed his host into the space; like the door, the walls were painted blood red, and harsh white lights flooded the room. A large metal work table sat in the middle of the space, meat hooks hung from the ceiling, and racks on the walls were loaded with standard BDSM paraphernalia as well as a variety of surgical tools, saws, staple and nail guns, drills, hammers, knives, nooses, plastic bags, and more equipment that looked like well suited for some torturer's dungeon.

"This is the only space that has a reservation system--one guest at a time in here," Tiago continued. He leisurely paced around the shining, polished work table that had leather straps for ankles, legs, wrists, arms, tails, and necks attached to the surface. He picked up a scalpel from one of the wall racks and began fingering it as he continued, "The Red Room is for our guests who have more...extreme proclivities. Snuff, mutilation, that kind of thing. The rest of the island is free game for whatever else my clientele would like to do, but really, absolutely anything goes in here, or in the guest rooms. They want to eat a member of our staff or carve someone up, they can do it here or in their villa. This is a safe space for them to go wild. Chop off a leg, extreme cock and ball torture, whatever my guests like."

Bailey gulped nervously.

Tiago smiled. "No need to worry, Bailey, none of that is going to happen to you. Not exactly, anyway. You're going to be perfectly safe." He put the scalpel back on the rack and grabbed Bailey by the shoulder. "Come on, let's get back to the lobby."

When they returned to the main building, Tiago walked his guest past the front desk, around the various seating and lounging areas, and along the side of the pool. There was no rear wall of the lobby, the building simply opened onto the lush island scenery; Bailey saw that the resort was situated on a small bluff, and he had a clear view to the beach and ocean from the lobby's back patio. A tropical breeze rustled through the fronds of the palm trees lining the expansive pool deck, and soft music played on the speakers at the cabana and bar. Ordinarily, Bailey would've killed for a view like this--it was like a slice of paradise.

"It's been my dream to build a secluded little spot like this," Tiago said with pride as he surveyed the resort. "Somewhere for the ultra-rich and well-connected to satiate every carnal appetite. It took years to build this place, and a couple decades to build the network for it."

Tiago rested a heavy hand on Bailey's shoulder and sighed wistfully. "But it's been worth it. You won't find a website for it, there's no reservation number--it's all handled through front companies, you just have to say the right thing to the right person. And I've spent so long finding the right people...you were the last right person I needed."

"What do you mean?" Bailey asked.

"Well, think about it," Tiago prodded. "You're the Chief Staff Resources Officer...look around. After everything you've seen, what do you think is missing?"

Bailey looked at the large pool--the clear water rippled enticingly, and the empty recliners looked comfy and perfect for lounging. If he weren't here under duress, he could've even gone for a drink at the bar. Then he started to put it together; he'd only seen Tiago's entourage, but there was nobody at the front desk, at the pool, or in the lobby to greet them; there was nobody behind the bar to make drinks, no concierge, nobody to handle luggage, not a single soul in any of the spaces they had toured--it was just the operations team that Tiago had mentioned before.

"The staff," Bailey finally answered.

"And that's where you come in," Tiago nodded. He turned Bailey away from the beautiful view of the island and sea and steered him back into the lobby. As they padded over the stone floor and over to the same "Employees Only" door that Otto had walked through earlier, Tiago continued, "I need a full staff that's in charge of attending to my guests' every whim and desire. The most nasty, disgusting, degrading things that my clientele can think of, I need a staff that will jump right to it without hesitation. That kind of obedience and willingness to serve--the perfect level of hospitality--is nearly impossible to train, especially overnight. We have our first guests arriving tomorrow afternoon, so we have to work fast."

"What are you--" Bailey started, but Tiago cut him off as they walked through the door and into a service hallway.

"I had a plan from the start, how to best keep this place running smoothly and on a budget--I still need to make a profit for this to be a viable enterprise," Tiago said as they walked down the hallway. He led Bailey to an elevator that was waiting for them and continued, "And one of the first things to think about is staffing--how can I get the most bang for my buck with as few people as possible? I also don't want to spend too much on employee benefits, and the hospitality industry in general sees a lot of turnover, so there's all that money to be spent on training again and again. Even my resort isn't immune to that kind of issue."

They stepped into the elevator; when the doors closed, Tiago placed his hand on another palm print scanner and the elevator began to descend. "Then I got to thinking, what if I made a single, large upfront investment to guarantee that I'd never have to worry about staffing issues? What if, with that single investment, I could get an instant workforce, somehow get the training planted in their minds in a single day, and just let them run the place and take care of my guests?"

The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened, revealing an immense, white-walled, multi-tiered basement manufacturing space and lab. On the lowest tier, Bailey saw that there was a gigantic tank of pale orange gel that connected to a vast array of biomechanical storage tubes--at first glance, Bailey guessed that there had to be at least 300 tubes. Above the main tank, there was the opening of a giant, clear pipe that extended from the ceiling. The pipe looked wide enough to admit a van and was currently sealed shut with a metal iris, but Bailey imagined that when the iris was open, huge quantities of gel could be dropped into the tank below. As for the smaller tanks in the array, each vertical tube was equipped with a computer, contained a translucent aqua blue fluid, and stood on a thick, bulging, black platform--each platform almost looked like a gooey, rubber seal coating the bottoms of the tubes. Conveyor belts running between the array of tubes converged and diverted again, assembly line style, around clusters of robotic manufacturing arms and cradles.

On one of the upper tiers, a hyena and a boar in security uniforms stood next to another cylindrical containment pod with a green gel lining. Bailey could see a set of cables and tubes that connected the pod to the enormous tank of gel on the lower level. Additional tubes and computers connected to the tank on the upper tier, and Bailey saw that there were multiple monitors set up in front of the pod, facing inward towards whoever would be occupying it. Higher up still, there was an observation room--the fox could see there were a few people in the observation room, including Otto and others who wore white lab coats (most likely researchers and part of Tiago's operations team).

"Welcome to the staff factory," Tiago announced. With Bailey in tow, he sauntered down the stairs to the tier with the single containment pod on it. As Tiago pulled Bailey behind him by the ropes encircling his wrists, the clear acrylic door to the pod slid open with a pneumatic hiss. The green gel lining seemed to quiver and wriggle in anticipation, but it didn't spill out of the pod. "This was the part that really took the longest to put together--both in terms of the actual build and finding the right people to design it and procure the resources I needed," Tiago continued. "It's not easy to make a cloning facility, but with the right contacts...well, anything is possible."

Bailey frowned as he processed what Tiago had just said. "C-cloning facility?"

"Of course. How else am I going to make a staff for the resort overnight?" Tiago chuckled, leading Bailey to the containment pod.

The fox's eyes widened and he looked around--the hyena and boar security guards, resolutely standing next to the containment pod, were the only other people with them on the production floor, while the rest of the people in the observation room were watching Bailey intently.

"Oh no...no, no, no way," the fox breathed.

He started to put it together, connecting the dots as Tiago kept pulling him onward, but Bailey locked his knees, abruptly coming to a halt behind the rhino.

"Ah, now you're getting it," the rhino said as he felt Bailey's resistance against his restraints. Tiago pulled harder on his wrists, forcing Bailey to stumble forward behind him before he regained his footing and tried to slow the rhino down again. "Come on, be a good employee for me," Tiago encouraged. "You're too far in now, you know."

Consciously, Bailey saw the rhino's point. He knew he didn't have a choice, that there was no realistic chance for escape by now--he wouldn't be able to get out of the lab, he couldn't get away from Tiago, he had no hope of finding his way home. So what option was there but to comply? But his subconscious survival instincts and last shreds of resistance were screaming for him to run, to make a break for it--Bailey couldn't help but pull back and struggle against his captor.

"No, don't make me...I don't want to," Bailey fearfully whimpered as he pulled. He had no idea what was going to happen in that pod--whatever it was, it couldn't be pleasant. He didn't want to be trapped in there, locked inside for who knew how long.

"Oh come on, it's going to be a lot of fun. You'll enjoy it, I promise," Tiago chuckled. He tugged on Bailey's restraints playfully, demonstrating his strength against the significantly weaker fox. "The whole job is just hanging out in there, sounds pretty cushy to me."

"I don't want to get in, don't lock me in, pleeeease don't," Bailey pleaded.

Tiago turned and jerked his wrist restraints hard, forcing the fox forward again. "Alright, that's enough now. You're going to get into that pod, one way or another."

Bailey still resisted, digging his feet hard into the ground. He felt like he was about to pull his arms out of their sockets from how hard he yanked back against Tiago, but he didn't care. He just wanted to get away from this nightmare--he didn't want to get trapped in some unknown pod and dissected, pulled apart and cloned for some rich asshole who had kidnapped him. Why, oh why, did he ever agree to meet Tiago in the first place?

The fox was practically dancing to get away, hopping back and trying to get at least a little leverage against his host, but the rhino held fast. Tiago was, however, starting to look annoyed. "Guess we're going to do this the hard way," he grumbled. He rolled his eyes and nodded over at the boar and hyena who stood by the containment pod.

The security guards stepped forward and easily grabbed Bailey's arms and sides while Tiago let go and stood back. With no effort at all, the boar and hyena dragged Bailey to the open and waiting pod.

Bailey started to hyperventilate, panicking. "Nonono, wait, don't make me, don't put me in there," he moaned, feebly kicking and trying to wriggle out of the guards' grasp. But it was no use--they roughly shoved him inside, where he fell back against the soft gel lining.

As soon as he touched it, the gel lining sprang to life, wrapping itself around Bailey. It was as if it had been waiting for him to brush up against it--like an ambush predator, the gel snatched the fox and grabbed onto him. The viscous, rippling fluid cocooned him completely in a layer of translucent green jelly, and it suctioned to the sides of the containment pod to keep Bailey suspended in space while it swirled in tighter. As the gel encased him, it sealed Bailey's mouth shut, seeped into his ears and effortlessly and painlessly pushed past his eardrums, invaded his nostrils, and surged down both his esophagus and trachea. Bailey gagged and gasped, but found he was still able to breathe--he just couldn't make a sound.

Try as he might to yell "Let me out, I'm begging you, don't lock me up in here, let me out, let me out," all he could do was helplessly watch the pod door slide shut and feel the gel constrict tighter and tighter around him. His head felt so full, yet so comfortable, as the gel tendrils in his ears kept going and filled the folds in his gray matter.

The gel was warm, almost comfortingly so--like a heated blanket was wrapping itself around him, and yet there was something about it that tingled and made his heart flutter. It was the same kind of sensation he felt when cuddling after sex, that blissful haze of oxytocin firing in his brain and setting his nerves alight.

His eyes widened when he felt the gel heat up around his wrists, chest, and groin--fortunately he could still move his head, and Bailey looked down to see his wrist restraints, undershirt, and boxer briefs dissolving and melting into the gel, as if it were digesting the rope and fabric. In less than a minute, the fox--still immobile from the neck down--was completely naked, and the gel was cradling his testicles and swirling smoothly over his crotch, squeezing on his sheath before worming into the opening.

Bailey grimaced at the sensation of the gel invading his sheath, and he squeezed his eyes shut, embarrassed that he could feel himself getting aroused. The tight pocket of flesh and fur--such a private space for himself--filled more and more with the gel. The viscous fluid radiated such an alluring, pulsing warmth against his cock, still nestled inside, that Bailey couldn't help but start to stiffen--and yet his cock didn't emerge from his sheath. Instead, it felt like his cock was pressing hard against the gel, almost like he was wearing a chastity cage made of jelly; it had some give, but it didn't let him get erect. Instead, the gel held him fast in his sheath, stimulating him but preventing him from growing out of its warm confines. The sensation was so tantalizing and teasing, and yet so confusing. Bailey found himself wanting desperately to get hard, but he didn't want to feel this kind of pleasure--not now. He'd been abducted, taken from everything and everyone he'd known, stolen away to a ridiculous sex resort for the rich and powerful, and stuffed into a containment pod. Would he be harvested for parts to be used for cloning? He didn't know, and being violated by the gel like this--fondling his cock, seeping into the deepest parts of his body, filling his sheath--was just a further insult, even if, as much as he didn't want to admit, it felt amazing.

His emotions grew even more conflicted and he gritted his teeth around the gel filling his mouth--the gel raised his tail and prodded his anus, sucking back against it before prodding again, as if it were kissing his back entrance. He tried clenching as hard as he could to prevent the fluid from getting inside, but it was no use. Bailey involuntarily huffed as the gel insistently slipped into his ass and filled his rectum before flooding the rest of his guts, even going so far and so forcefully that it bulged against his stomach. He bucked his hips and would have moaned if he could--it was like the gel had formed a tentacle and was consciously pressing down on his prostate.

Tap tap.

Even with the gel filling his ears, the sound was perfectly clear. Bailey opened his eyes and looked up to see Tiago had knocked on the acrylic door in front of him and was smiling deviously.

"See? I told you you'd enjoy it in there," the rhino said. "Since you're going to be in that pod for a long while, you might want to know how it works and what you're in for. So listen up."

Tiago pointed at Bailey's crotch--the fox looked down to see his sheath, open and swollen with gel. "That gel you're in is a special blend--it's highly oxygenated, so that's how you can breathe. And it responds to biochemical impulses and electrical signals--think of it like your interface with the rest of the equipment in your pod and the lab. See those tubes overhead?" Tiago pointed at the openings at the top of Bailey's pod, which the fox observed. "The gel is going to connect to those when necessary. All your food and fluids are going to come through them, and the gel is going to get those nutrients into your system--think of it like a feeding tube. And it'll collect your genetic material for cloning. But I'll let you experience that for yourself, rather than explain exactly how it'll collect that material. I will tell you, however, that that gel has a few tricks to try on you, and the really special thing about it is that it contains a topical aphrodisiac. Basically, everywhere it touches you, you're going to feel so much pleasure, you won't really be able to stand yourself. So if you're wondering why you're feeling all hot and bothered, you can thank the gel and the good folks at Barati Industries for that."

Tiago circled around to the other side of Bailey's pod. Bailey turned his head to follow him, and the gel--suctioning to the sides of the pod to keep him suspended in space--slowly spun him around to track the rhino. "Now, the way this is going to work is that your genetic material is going to get processed, then it'll fertilize the bio-gel there." Tiago gestured at the enormous tank of orange gel on the lower tier. "Once the gel is fertilized, slugs of it siphon off into the gestation chambers"--Tiago pointed at the array of tubes next to the conveyor belts--"and those are going to be your clones. They'll just need a little time in the oven before they're ready."

Tiago sauntered back around Bailey's containment pod; the fox in the gel within revolved on the spot to follow the rhino until Tiago came to a stop next to the monitors in front of the containment pod. Bailey saw that the screens showed camera views of the entire resort, from exterior shots of the villas, pool, cabana, waterfall, nature trails, and beach, to interior perspectives of the Red Room, communal sex dungeon, guest rooms, lobby, bar, and dining room. Every room was empty, but Bailey could see options to cycle through multiple different camera angles, as well as audio volume settings--through the haze of aphrodisiacs flooding his nerves, Bailey realized that Tiago must have had the entire island wired with cameras and microphones to watch his guests.

"Your pod's gel interface will sense which views you want to see and select them for you, it's a really intuitive user system," Tiago noted. "Now, I mentioned this a little earlier back in the Red Room," he continued, pointing at the screen showing the Red Room view. "Some of my guests will want to do terrible and amazing things to my staff while they're here. So in addition to a cheap and easily trainable workforce, I need staff that's...well, expendable. To a degree," the rhino clarified.

Bailey looked back at the tank of orange bio-gel; Tiago followed his gaze, then took up, "'Recyclable' might be a better word for it. And that's the beauty of having clones made out of bio-gel to staff this place--they can handle all kinds of damage without much mess, and they'll function like they're alive, but they're not really...real. They'll just be copies of you, programmed to work here and do as my guests tell them. Part of their gestation cycle is going to include mental conditioning, so they're fresh and eager to serve as soon as they pop out of their tanks. Really, they're going to be more like walking, talking, breathing fleshlights for the guests." Tiago's eyes widened in excitement as he spoke, and he continued enthusiastically, "Seriously, they're going to be perfectly tight and have self-cleaning, self-lubricating insides, and no major organs that'll get in the way, apart from just their lungs, brain, and heart--they don't need anything for processing nutrients, regulating their emotions, or maintaining their metabolisms. They'll have stomachs, but those are going to be more akin to condom reservoirs, just to collect cum."

Tiago looked fondly at the array of gestation chambers as he went on. "In every sense, they're going to be the perfect staff, ready to use for anything at the drop of a hat. Whether my guests want to torture them, fuck them, make them fuck each other, make them into their personal slaves, eat them, be dominated by them, whatever--the clones can be used for anything, and then they can just be recycled in the bio-gel."

Tiago tapped the security camera monitor next to him, drawing Bailey's attention again. "And since they're going to be based on you, I thought you might want to see what your progeny gets up to. Every security camera on the island links in here, so you can see everything that happens."

The rhino looked satisfactorily at the setup--Bailey in his pod, encased in the green gel that oozed and rippled over him, the tank of bio-gel ready to fertilize, the gestation chambers waiting for clone slugs to incubate--Tiago seemed practically giddy. Bailey sighed glumly and hung his head, resigning himself to the fact that he was stuck, now just a piece in the rhino's business machinations.

Tiago noticed Bailey's forlorn body language. "Oh, hey now, it's not all bad for you. Your job is to stay in the pod and keep producing staff for us. It's pretty easy, and you'll enjoy yourself, but that's what I meant by Chief Staff Resources Officer," Tiago offered up as an explanation. "You're our top resource for employees, which really makes you the most important part here. That should feel good, right? That you're so valuable? And it might cheer you up even more to know why I selected you for this important position. Yes, part of it was the fact that nobody would really miss you, and this could be an upgrade from your current living situation. But really, you've got such great qualities that make you perfect for this job: You're cute, naturally submissive and subservient, which will generally imprint on your clones along with the conditioning we'll do, and...well, to be blunt, you're a fox."

Bailey looked up at Tiago, quizzical.

The rhino shrugged. "I'll be honest, it was coming down between you and this cute rabbit fellow, but you played up to my gut instinct, and I just had to go for the old trope--foxes are perfect for fucking. There's something timeless about fucking a cute fox, especially one who has just a little bit of extra padding like you," Tiago said, pointing at Bailey. "You're going to be the perfect template for making batches and batches of clones, and you're going to make me all the employees I'll ever need for this place."

Bailey frowned, but as Tiago spoke, his smartwatch began to light up and vibrate--disregarding the fox's indignant glare, Tiago looked down at the screen on his wrist and sighed. "Well, I think that's all the time I've got with you today, we need to get you to work. But one last thing about your workstation and the gel you're in." He dismissed the alarm on his watch and looked at Bailey in the containment tank again. "That pod of yours is going to preserve you for a long, long time and keep you as young and cute as you are now for decades. Now, the downside is the gel--it's great stuff, but the longer you stay in contact with it, the more it integrates with your vascular and neural systems. I'm sure you can feel it in your brain already, right? It'll slowly rewrite little pieces of your personality and memory, and eventually, it's going to be a part of you that can't be removed. There's nothing we can really do about that, but we'll figure out a severance package for you when it's time to bring a new Chief Staff Resources Officer on board. But that won't be for quite some time--you're going to have a looooong career with us at Sukranu Oasis, and you're going to have a good life. Don't you worry about a thing, we'll take good care of you."

Tiago gave Bailey a final smile as he began to step back. "I'll see you around, Bailey," he mused. The rhino then turned and headed for the elevator.

Bailey desperately wanted to bang on the acrylic walls, to yell and scream at Tiago to let him out, to thrash against the thick gel enveloping his body, and to break through the cylinder he was suspended in, but the gel encasing him didn't let him move an inch. Instead, it simply spread his arms and legs, tethering them to the roof and floor of the pod. Bailey simply hung there, helpless to do anything but fume and breathe heavily from panic and rage. And then suddenly his vision went black and he knew no more.

He was still in his containment pod when he awoke, hanging limply in his gel bonds. Bailey blinked at the bright lights in the manufacturing space--the enormous room looked the same as when Tiago had left him. Confused, the fox rotated in the gel suspension to survey the rest of the factory; there was nothing to show that there'd been a passage of time, even though his internal clock was telling him that he'd been asleep for a while. But for exactly how long he'd been out, he couldn't say. What could've knocked him unconscious like that? Were there drugs in the gel that Tiago hadn't told him about?

A soft bell chimed in his ears, drawing Bailey's attention. He swiveled around in his chamber again to face the computer monitors, and there on one of the screens he saw an open video chat window. A snow leopard in a lab coat smiled at him from the monitor.

"Good evening, Bailey. My name is Marcel, and I'm going to be your operator for tonight," the feline said warmly. "You'll meet your other operators on different shifts, but I'm going to be the one breaking you in. Since this is your first session, I'll talk you through what we're going to do. Just relax and you'll do great."

Bailey furrowed his brow, dubious.

"Before we get started, Mr. Morales thought you'd probably be wondering why and how you were sedated when he left," Marcel continued, unperturbed by Bailey's expression. "That's our stasis protocol--you don't need to be awake the whole time you're here at Sukranu Oasis. We'll keep you awake for your working hours, factory operations, and guest stays so you can keep an eye on your clone activity, but the rest of the time you'll be sleeping. The gel that you're in can generate chemical and electrical signals to effectively turn parts of your brain off and on. So, now that you know about that function, are you ready to get started?"

Bailey shook his head angrily.

Marcel's grin widened and he rolled his eyes playfully. "We'll see how cooperative you want to be after the extraction protocol." The snow leopard typed a series of commands on his keyboard. "First, we'll start with your nutrients for the night."

A ring light around one of the tubes at the top of Bailey's tank illuminated, first flashing white, then a steady green. A stream of beige, lumpy fluid trailed from the tube and followed an invisible path in the gel, as if the gel was forming an unseen tunnel for the fluid to follow. The whole effect made the fluid look like it was floating in zero gravity and snaking its way to Bailey's open mouth. Whatever the concoction was, Bailey couldn't taste it, smell it, or even feel the texture or temperature of it as it entered his mouth, followed the gel-lined funnel down his esophagus, and began to fill his stomach.

"That's our special blend just for you, it's a gruel that contains all the vitamins, calories, and nutrition you need for your job," Marcel explained as the beige fluid continued feeding into Bailey's mouth.

The fox didn't need to actively swallow, the slop just kept trickling down his open throat and landing in his belly. In a few minutes, Bailey began to feel pleasantly full, and the stream of gruel stopped flowing; the green light around the tube entrance at the top of the tank went dark again.

"And now let's start extracting," Marcel muttered with another typed set of commands.

Immediately, Bailey felt like his insides were being punched--the gel in his rectum began churning and pulsing against his prostate. At the same time, the gel in his sheath was warming and vibrating against his cock, still hard and throbbing even during the time that he'd been unconscious.

If he could have, Bailey would've grunted as he felt the gel in his sheath form a tentacle that spread open his urethra and began silkily creeping down into his cock.

"To harvest your genetic material, we need to stimulate you to create the biggest load possible, and we go straight to the source for freshness," Marcel said clinically.

Bailey squirmed in his gel restraints as the tendril in his cock plunged deeper and thickened at the same time, swelling and stretching his urethra. His still-sheathed dick bulged with the heft of the gel tentacle that invaded his insides, and all Bailey could do was grit his teeth and curl his toes as it went deeper. His groin ached stiffly--his knot was trying to expand in the confines of his sheath--and he bucked his hips as he felt the tentacle press against the inside of the tender bulb. Bailey took a few deep breaths, then arched his back and neck when the gel pushed into his prostate. He could feel it spread and penetrate his urethral sphincters, toying with them, and pulsing back and forth on the sensitive gland. With the gel in his ass already milking his prostate from behind, the added stimulation inside his cock was enough to drive him up an octave in pleasure. He needed to cum so badly, to spurt a load out and relieve his balls; as the treatment in his prostate continued for another few minutes, Bailey sank deeper and deeper into the haze of lust that flooded his brain. His cock spasmed and throbbed every few seconds, but his pipes were so thoroughly plugged that he had no hope of ejaculating until he was allowed to.

He was really only aware of progress being made when Marcel eventually announced, "Looks like your production is up by 40%. That's about what we were projecting for your first batch, and that gets us to the target we wanted to hit for tonight. For subsequent production cycles, we'll work towards a 70% goal by the end of the year, with an 80% stretch goal if possible."

Bailey wasn't sure what monitors Marcel was looking at to give him that information, and at that point he didn't care--all the fox wanted was to furiously stroke his cock or hump something to empty his balls. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this pent up.

Marcel chuckled. "That gel is showing your emotional state, and right now you look desperate enough to fuck a hole in the ground if it'll get you off."

Bailey couldn't help himself--he nodded vigorously.

"Well, I won't keep this up any longer than we need to," Marcel said pleasantly. "Initiating extraction."

Bailey shuddered in his bonds; the thick gel tentacle in his cock at last pressed down further past his prostate. The fox could feel the gel seeping deeper into his system and branching apart into his crotch, following along the thin lines of his vas deferens, down the spermatic cords, and into his testicles. Bailey rocked his head back and forth in pleasure as the tendrils in his balls spread and convulsed, stimulating and milking his testicles directly. The gel pulled up and down on his delicate cub makers, simulating how they would naturally draw up against Bailey's groin right before he would orgasm...

Except there was no orgasm. Bailey could still feel the ache in his balls, but instead of the euphoric, mind-altering rush he'd been expecting based on how turned on he was, all he felt was a gentle wash of soothing exhaustion--it was as if he'd bypassed orgasm entirely and was ready to go straight to a post-nut nap. In the meantime, his balls pulsed one final time, and he bucked his hips again. Worn out, Bailey only just barely noticed the thin stream of white fluid rising in front of his face. Curious, he looked down to see a quivering, continuous, ropey strand emerging from his opened sheath. As if someone was sucking on a straw, Bailey's semen was drawn out of him and traveled up another invisible line in the gel. It connected to another illuminated tube opening at the top of his containment pod, and soon the trail of genetic material disappeared, leaving Bailey, tired and feeling like his balls were significantly lighter, alone in the tank once more.

"That's great work for your first production cycle," Marcel took up. "Now we're going to take your genetic material from the collection reservoir and process it. That'll take just a moment, but in the meantime, I'll explain."

The snow leopard continued speaking while the tendrils in Bailey's testicles retracted until the gel remained only his sheath, pressing down on his stiff cock. "You might be a little confused why you didn't feel a regular orgasm when we collected your semen. It takes a lot of calories to produce the hormones needed for orgasm, and we're keeping you on a tight diet. So we're using the gel to rewire you a little bit; soon you won't even feel the need to orgasm, you'll just get milked and be happy about it."

Bailey's eyes widened--this guy was messing with his brain? Would he ever feel that big rush again? As indignant as he was, the fox's sense of exhaustion kept him docile, preventing him from thrashing in his bonds.

Marcel looked over at another screen. "Looks like we're done with processing and your load's been accepted. All we have to do now is fertilize the bio-gel and set the automated manufacturing cycle. Take a look."

The gel in Bailey's pod turned the fox to look toward the production floor--the orange tank of bio-gel had lit up. Bailey saw a robotic arm rise from the bottom of the tank to hold a small, white orb in the viscous fluid. The orb dissolved, with strands of white dispersing to the farthest corners of the tank before disappearing completely.

"Fertilization complete," Marcel noted.

Immediately, the hose lines connected to the tank began to fill with orange gel, and the tank started to empty. Bio-gel traversed the hoses until they reached the array of tanks on the production floor. Globs of orange gel roughly the same size as Bailey were injected into the tanks, suspended in the aqua blue solution filling the rest of the chamber. Only 80 tanks were injected with gel, leaving the rest clear and the remaining bio-gel stayed in the main tank. Bailey looked at the smaller tanks to see that the monitors next to them had turned green, and the lights in each pod cast an eerie glow under the globs; they almost looked like giant lava lamps, with the orange blobs subtly squirming like hot wax.

"Those are the gel slugs going into the gestation chambers," Marcel explained. "They'll need about seven hours to cook--during that time, they'll get their neural imprints, and then they'll be ready for additional processing. It's a long process, and you won't need to be awake for the whole thing. But I'll wake you up at the halfway point and again when they're ready to come out."

Bailey got one last good look at the featureless globs before his vision went black and he slipped out of the waking world.

The fox opened his eyes and blinked to process what he was seeing.

"Welcome back, Bailey," Marcel's voice said in his ear.

Bailey was still in his tank, still encased in gel, and still facing the gestation chambers. But instead of amorphous blobs of bio-gel, the active gestation chambers now contained semi-formed fox bodies made out of solid orange jelly. Bailey would've gasped if it weren't for the gel still filling his mouth and throat. He could see some foxes with his face, others with his belly, a few furred tails quivering in the aqua blue suspension solution, some with barely visible testicles, and others with paws twitching--they all floated in the fetal position, some on their sides and others face-down.

"We're about three hours into the gestation process," Marcel said. "They'll get more defined features and pigmentation later, and by the time they're done, they'll all look identical to you. I'll wake you in another four when they're about finished."

Bailey emerged from the dark once more, blinking in the bright lights that filtered through the translucent blue gel surrounding him.

"Alright, it's been...seven hours and twenty-two minutes," Marcel said. "After gestation comes parturition, when the clones are born...for lack of a better word."

Bailey looked down at the gestation chambers and raised his eyebrows at what he saw. Each of the 80 active chambers now contained a fully formed, identical copy of himself--they were all the same, right down to the last inch on his waistline and fur follicle on his skin. Every fox--somewhat distorted through the curved walls of their gestation chambers--was still in the fetal position, eyes closed and floating peacefully in the aqua blue solution of their tanks.

"Initiating parturition cycle," Marcel announced.

Bailey watched as the fluid in the gestation chambers bubbled and swirled, and all 80 copies of himself began to sink towards the black, rubbery platforms they rested on. They all disappeared into the black for a moment, then the platforms bulged, as if swelling with more fluid. In moments, heads and feet began to emerge from the platforms--the gooey rubber stretched and gripped onto the foxes as they pulled themselves out of the barriers, their fur still wet and their eyes now open, and landed damply on the conveyor belts in front of their tanks. Bailey realized that the bottom casing of each gestation chamber was a permeable membrane, allowing the clones to pass through them without letting any suspension fluid out after them. He watched his clones rise to their feet and stand still, waiting on their production lines--as he looked closer, he saw that each fox had a blue number and barcode imprinted on their upper thighs and across the backs of their necks.

When the last clone had emerged and stood upright, the conveyor belts began to cycle forward, smoothly moving the foxes onward to the rest of the production floor.

"Our processing cycle starts with drying everyone off," Marcel narrated as the fox-bearing conveyor belts passed under an air jet, similar to the kind used at a carwash. The foxes' fur warmed and dried in a matter of seconds, puffing up and shining sleekly.

"After that, we'll direct our clones as necessary through the cycle--everyone gets scanned and registered," Marcel continued while Bailey watched barcode scanners check over every fox, "and we've got certain numbers marked for designated roles. In this batch, you'll see Number 52 divert to the glory hole prep line."

As if on cue, Bailey saw a fox with a blue 52 marked on his fur get rerouted onto a separate conveyor belt. From within his containment pod, Bailey observed his clone come to a stop between a set of robotic arms. Two of the arms positioned their tools in front of the clone's face, and the fox opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. In a flash and with mechanical precision, the lower robotic arm pierced the tip of his tongue with a large ring that couldn't fit back in his mouth, and the upper robotic arm threaded another large ring through his septum. A third arm swung around behind the clone and fitted an enormous ring gag in his mouth--Bailey's jaw ached as he watched his clone get kitted up. Even though he knew he wasn't the one getting the gag, nosering, and tongue piercing, he could imagine how uncomfortable they all must be. And yet his clone didn't flinch at all during the whole procedure. Instead, the fox's conveyor belt resumed moving, redirecting him back to the main floor with the rest of the clones.

"We've only got one glory hole fox slated for use during this weekend," Marcel noted. "We're doing a soft opening to make sure we have all the bugs worked out of the system and to make sure we're up to standard for our guests--these are people that Mr. Morales personally invited to test out the resort. But during regular operations, our goal is to have 10 glory holes ready to use."

Bailey felt a renewed surge of hopelessness as he surveyed the ranks of foxes waiting patiently on the production floor--it was all done so clinically, with no regard for what he wanted. In his whole life, he never would've thought that he'd be used to produce a veritable army of sex slaves...and yet that was what he'd stumbled into, what he'd been trapped into.

"I think you're going to enjoy seeing your clones in action, they can do some really amazing tricks," Marcel said encouragingly, as if he were responding to Bailey's emotional state. "I'll wake you up again when the guests arrive so you can watch--in the meantime, the clones are going to go through Quality Control testing and get to their posts so they're ready to greet our guests."

When Bailey awoke again from the stasis protocol, he saw that he had been rotated in his pod and was now facing the array of security camera monitors. His eyes settled on the convoy of golf carts that had just arrived at the main courtyard entrance to the resort. About 30 guests milled around the courtyard with glasses of champagne and were listening to Tiago's speech.

"My friends, welcome to Sukranu Oasis, a true slice of paradise!" the rhino called, raising his glass. His patrons clapped and cheered before settling down again to let Tiago continue, "You all read through the non-disclosure agreements, waivers, and terms of service, so I won't bore you with any rules." He grinned and the assembled guests chuckled.

"I just have a few things that I do want to say," Tiago went on. "First, I really can't thank you enough for coming all this way and trying out my resort. This has been a dream of mine for such a long time, and I'm just so relieved and thrilled that it's finally here, it's been built and made real! And now the only thing I want to do with it is to share it with you, to help you indulge in your fantasies, live out your own dreams, and escape the rest of the world for a little while. So, to that end, I'd like to ask you to do two things for me while you're here: Push everything to the limit, test what we have to the breaking point so I understand how I can make your experience better. And just have fun!"

Tiago raised his glass and drank while his guests clapped again before drinking their own glasses. When Tiago finished drinking, he added, "That's all I have. You can check in at the front desk inside and do as you please after that."

Bailey watched Tiago join the rest of the group to mingle with his patrons, while small clusters of other guests sauntered into the lobby. From his containment pod, the fox switched camera views to see that the lobby was already populated with some of his clones--a few were lounging on the cushy sofas and chairs while others stood behind the front desk, waiting for guests to check in. Bailey couldn't help but notice that all of his clones were stark naked.

"Welcome to Sukranu Oasis, gentlemen!" a couple of cloned foxes called in greeting, their smiles wide and their tails swishing enticingly.

For the next couple hours, Bailey observed guests checking in, exploring the resort grounds, settling into their villas, and ordering drinks from the bar. Tiago had posted up by the pool with a fox laying on the recliner next to him--the rhino, fully nude, covered by his umbrella, and supplied with a large hurricane, was reading on his tablet while lazily fingering the clone's ass, eliciting soft grunts and moans from the fox with a blue 64 on his back. From the camera angle, Bailey could see Tiago had already shoved three thick fingers into 64's rear entrance, absentmindedly twisting his digits around and wetly pumping them back and forth against the puckered rim.

It wasn't until early afternoon when the guests started getting more active with the rest of the resort staff. Bailey first noticed a tall, muscular Great Dane and clone 14 lying together on a blanket on the beach, taking in the sand and surf while the canine spooned fox and nibbled on his shoulder. 14 squirmed playfully in the Great Dane's embrace, which made the dog growl and squeeze his arms tighter around his companion's torso while he tangled his legs up with the fox's. Bailey watched lustfully as 14 ground his rump backwards against the Great Dane's groin, and the fox in the containment pod could only imagine the long, girthy member prodding at 14's rear. Jealous, indignant, and forlorn, Bailey gazed at the screen as the Great Dane brought a large hand up to 14's face, strongly guided the smaller fox's chin up to the side, and met his lips in a passionate kiss.

The pool, in the meantime, had turned into the site for a small orgy; Bailey's attention settled on clone 37 was 69ing with clone 64 on a recliner, while a panther was vigorously fucking 37 on the bottom and a beefy bull was sliding in and out of 64 on the top. Tiago was off to the side, contentedly watching his guests play with the clones while Otto, now naked himself, suckled on the rhino's nipples and gently massaged his balls. As the panther was fucking 37, he was getting rimmed by clone 12, who, in turn, was getting fucked by a heavyset boar. The bull who was using 64 like a fleshlight, on the other hand, was getting his balls sucked hungrily by clone 73, who was also being ridden by a wolverine--obviously in the throes of pleasure, the wolverine gritted his teeth and pounded up and down on 73's pelvis, practically milking the fox's cock with his ass. Meanwhile, another two foxes in the pool orally serviced a couple of Labradors who sat on the edge and dangled their legs and feet in the water while they enjoyed the show.

A scene in one of the villas caught Bailey's eye, and the monitor view switched to a full-screen video feed. The lights in the room were low, and a large wolf had just finished breeding clone 55.

"Yipe!" 55 yelped when the panting wolf plopped his impossibly thick knot out of his ass, dripping a trail of sticky, ropey semen on the bedsheets and his fur.

"Fuck, you're perfect," the wolf murmured, shoving his fingers into 55's stretched and cummy hole. "Got me to clear the pipes and you helped me work up an appetite--10 out of 10." The wolf used his free hand to pat his stomach, which rumbled audibly even over the microphones and speakers connected to the security system Bailey was viewing. "Damn, hear that?"

"Someone's hungry," 55 chuckled softly. "Can I get you anything from room service?"

"Mmm, I think room service is already here," the wolf said, pulling 55 upward and closer to him. "I wanted a cream-filled snack, and here you are, foxy..."

55 grinned and meekly bowed his head, offering himself up--his tail wagged excitedly.

"Aw, ready to be a snack for me, boy?" the wolf smirked, noting the fox's wagging tail.

"Yes please, sir!" 55 replied enthusiastically.

"Mmm, good food." Without further ado, the wolf opened his maw and leaned forward, taking the fox into his jaws. It was impossible for Bailey to look away, he couldn't help but watch the tall, muscled wolf swallow the smaller cloned fox--the lupine's throat, chest, and stomach bulged as the fox went deeper and deeper. 55 disappeared inch by inch, his shoulders, arms, and torso followed by his waist--the fox's cock hung out of the wolf's mouth, and the larger predator licked over the erection, moaning as he clearly savored the taste. He reached up to readjust 55's cock and stuff it into his maw, then resumed swallowing--the red cock disappeared, as did 55's thighs, tail, and calves. Soon all that was left was the fox's toes poking out between the wolf's lips. Drooling all over himself, the wolf slurped over the toes before forcing one last gulp, and then 55 was gone completely; the only evidence of there once being a fox in the room was the large bulge in the wolf's belly. The wolf patted and rubbed his stomach before he belched, satisfied.

Another scene in a guest villa got Bailey to look away from the wolf--this time the room was brightly lit, and the window was thrown wide open. An enormous horse had been tied belly-down to his bed, his arms and legs lashed to the four corners of the bed frame. Clones 42, 43, and 44 were in the room with him, as well; 42 and 43 had pulled the horse's stiff cock to point down and behind him, so it flexed hard against the mattress, and the two of them were taking turns to slowly and torturously lick from the base to the already-flared tip. 44, meanwhile, was standing in front of the horse's face, with one foot on the mattress and the other resting on the guest's muzzle. The horse was slobbering and drooling all over 44's foot, licking between the fox's toes and slurping over his pads.

"That's a good boy, keep that up for me," 44 crooned, slowly rubbing his own stiff, knotted cock.

"Mmf...yes...yes sir," the horse moaned.

Bailey scanned over the other guest villa cameras, seeing some guests fisting their foxes, others eating them out or being rimmed by them, and some simply fucking in their beds or on their patios. From there, Bailey moved on to the views of the communal dungeon, which he saw was already in use: One of the slings was occupied by a bulky alligator, who was being dominated by clone 7. The fox--wearing a leather harness, bulky boots, and leather gloves--had hooked up an e-stim unit to the reptile's cock and balls, slid an enormous dildo until his sub's tail, and was currently flogging his wide stomach. The alligator groaned in pain and pleasure at the combined sensations, all while the fox piled on with helping after helping of dirty talk.

"Not so high and mighty now, are you, you fat fucking lizard," 7 spat. "We're just getting started, I'm going open that fuck hole even wider and breed you like the little bitch you are. After that you're going to be a good bootlicker, or do I need to paddle you for a while so you learn your place?"

Meanwhile, clone 52 had been installed in one of the glory hole stalls--Bailey could see that the nose ring and tongue piercing 52 had received during processing had been hooked into chain links above his nose and below his tongue on the stall partition, forcing his maw to stay open. Drool freely dripped from his tongue and ran down the metal partition to the floor. 52 held perfectly still, although it looked like he had yet to be used by anyone.

Bailey's eye was then caught by movement in the Red Room; he focused on the scene taking place, which made his eyes widen in macabre fascination.

A slender lynx had strapped clone 29 onto the steel operating table and was leaning over his crotch with a scalpel. 29 was gagged with a thick leather pad around his mouth, and he squirmed in his restraints; if Tiago was to be believed, none of that was really necessary for the clone, but Bailey had to admit that they helped make the scene more believably dangerous. Bailey watched the lynx firmly grasp 29's erect cock and smile wickedly.

"Now, why don't we get started," the lynx crooned before he sliced around the shaft in his hand, dragging the scalpel just under the glans.

"Mmmfff!" the fox moaned through his gag. Not a drop of blood spilled--being a bio-gel clone, the fox had no blood--but the inside cross-sections of the corpus spongiosum and urethra glistened wetly as the lynx pulled back the head of 29's penis from the scalpel blade that cut through the flesh. The feline worked meticulously, slicing through the taut skin and muscle as if it were the only thing in the world for him, keeping the scalpel as close to the glans ridge as possible. Soon the glans of 29's cock hung by a mere centimeter of skin, dangling on a thread from the exposed head of the twitching, throbbing shaft. Clear pre welled up out of 29's exposed urethra, beading up before the surface tension broke and it trickled down around the last shred of skin that held the fox's glans in place.

Bailey watched the lynx lick his lips and set the scalpel on the table. He leaned over again and skillfully wrapped his tongue around the hanging cockhead, then drew it into his mouth, stretching the thin strand of flesh that still connected it to 29's shaft. The lynx pulled pack, amping up the pressure and drawing 29's cock downward--the fox squirmed helplessly, watching the lynx pull his cock further and further until...

29's headless cock sprang back up to attention, lightly slapping against his groin from the released tension, as the lynx bit down through the last fibers of connective tissue, completely severing the glans. The lynx rolled the cockhead around in his mouth for a minute before rolling his head back and swallowing.

"Aaah, that's the sweetest part, it always tastes so good," the lynx purred. "Now then," he continued, taking up the scalpel again and expertly twirling it between his fingers, "I think it's time we cut some more, don't you?"

Bailey wanted to shout at his clone to get out of there, to plead with the lynx to not do more terrible things to his body. But all he could do was watch in silence from his containment pod while 29 nodded eagerly.

For the next three days and two nights, Bailey watched the resort guests sink to new levels of depravity with his clones, dumping load after load after load of cum in the foxes while committing acts he never would have even dreamed of doing himself. Between automated gruel feedings, Bailey watched as much as he could stand, sometimes turning away from the monitors out of disgust, other times because he was just so horny that he wanted to rub out a load but he was too sexually frustrated by the gel chastity protocol that kept his cock in his sheath and his hands restrained.

Eventually, the guests cleared out, and Bailey watched his remaining clones perform their housekeeping duties before they reported to an employee area that wasn't available on the security monitor for Bailey. Curious, he cycled through the security cameras, trying to get a glimpse of the assembled clones, but it was no use--from his perspective, they'd simply disappeared into a blind spot.

Knock knock.

Bailey swiveled around in his gel, coming face-to-face with Tiago, who wore just his swim trunks and a broad smile on his face.

"Excellent work, Bailey, I knew you could give us an all-star staff for this place!" Tiago exclaimed, clearly pleased. "And congratulations are in order--nothing but positive reviews for our soft opening weekend! You--or your clones--were a hit, everyone had a terrific time with them, and we didn't have a single hiccup with our process or experience."

Bailey observed Tiago walk around his pod until the rhino reached the monitors. "Now, before I give you even more good news, I thought you might be interested to see what we do with your clones when they need to be recycled. As Chief Staff Resources Officer, it's important you're aware of the entire staffing process from start to finish."

Tiago tapped a personal code into the monitors and a new security camera view appeared on the screen. Bailey looked closer to see that this was a view he hadn't had access to before--the monitor showed an expansive warehouse space where all of his remaining clones stood. Most of them were still fully intact, although a few were missing limbs or genitals, while others had received extensive wounds or piercings. Each clone's eyes were closed, and the foxes had been hooked up to a cradle that had tubes inserted into their mouths, nostrils, and anuses.

"Out of 80 clones, we completely lost 14 due to guest activity--those ones have already been prepped for recycling. Of the remaining 66, 27% received some form of modification or damage," Tiago noted. "That's within the nominal ranges we were projecting, so from a business operations standpoint, we're looking really good."

The rhino paused, studying Bailey, who glared back at him. Tiago shrugged. "But you probably want to know more about the staff you made for us, right? Well, after the clones finished cleaning and their other wrap-up activities, they went into 'closeout mode'--no brain activity at all. They're just empty bodies at this point, ready to be broken down. To start our recycling process, we'll put the clones through a purge process to clean them out completely. That includes removing any foreign objects"--Bailey watched as an industrial electromagnet on overhead railings hovered over the rows of foxes. Any clone with piercings had them instantly ripped out of their flesh; one clone even had a knife pulled out of his back, and it stuck to the magnet--"before we do an internal cleanse."

After the electromagnet finished removing all foreign metal from the foxes, the tubes in the clones' noses and mouths filled with the same aqua blue solution that was in their gestation chambers. Bailey watched throats and stomachs bulge before the tubes in the foxes' anuses filled with the flow of gestation fluid. The fluid exited mostly clear, with flecks of leftover semen, tints of urine, and other materials that Bailey didn't want to think about the guests shoving down his clones' throats or up their asses.

"We'll process the remaining guest deposits from the internal cleanse and chemically strain out impurities like excess bodily fluids or other possible toxins. Then every viable load from our guests is going to a collection reservoir for consumption," Tiago said as he and Bailey watched the cleanse process. When the internal wash cycle finished, the tubes automatically withdrew from the foxes and the cradles tilted so each clone slid down into a chute in the floor.

"The chute that they're going down will lead back to the production floor, and we should be seeing some familiar faces right...about..." Tiago trailed off to look at the giant clear pipe that extended from the ceiling above the main bio-gel tank. Bailey followed his gaze--after a moment, the first fox fell limply against the sealed metal iris that kept the pipe shut. "Now!"

More foxes dropped on top of the first clone that had appeared, filling the tube with limp bodies that all bore Bailey's features. Bailey watched in horror as the foxes piled up on top of each other--he couldn't tell whose paw was whose or where one body stopped and another began as they tangled up with each other in the pipe.

Tiago grinned. "Efficient, isn't it? Now, you're probably going to want a snack for this next part..."

Before Bailey could puzzle over what Tiago meant, he saw that a tube opening at the top of his containment pod had lit up white. Initially he thought it was another gruel feeding, but the fluid snaking out of the tube was much thinner, ropier, and more globular. Bailey watched in trepidation as the fluid slithered toward him through the gel and fed itself into his open mouth. Surprisingly, the gel removed itself from Bailey's tongue and throat, allowing him to taste something for the first time in days.

The salty, stale, musky flavor and gloopy texture that overwhelmed his senses told him immediately that what was filling his mouth wasn't gruel. Bailey winced and gagged.

Tiago laughed. "When I said that every load from our guests would go to a collection reservoir for consumption, I meant that you'd be the one consuming it--that's your bonus for every successful batch of clones."

Bailey realized with a start that his muzzle was full of the collected semen from every resort guest who had pumped a load into his clones' mouths and asses. Shocked, he tried to spit the cum from 30 strangers out--and he'd seen just how many had blown multiple loads in his clones--but there was too much of it filling his mouth, and the gel kept the pungent semen firmly in his maw. As he struggled, he found it harder and harder to breathe, as if his oxygen was being cut off.

"Swallow, Bailey, swallow," Tiago told him. "That's the only way you're going to get more air again."

Panicking and angry, Bailey at last did as he was told, gulping down the semen that flowed into his mouth. Instantly, he was able to breathe normally again, and he kept swallowing mouthful after mouthful of cum that continuously fed into his maw.

"There we go, very good," Tiago said encouragingly while Bailey gulped more of the cum stream down. "That's the only time you'll ever have to actively swallow something--we want you to enjoy the fruits of your labor."

As Bailey hastily devoured the last remnants of cum, the gel refilled his mouth and throat, returning him to normal and restoring his oxygen. His chest heaved and he felt sick at the realization of what he'd just swallowed, but Tiago pressed on.

"Now that you've filled up, let's see the final stages of your clones," the rhino said, watching the pipe above the bio-gel tank.

The metal iris rotated open, allowing the first limp fox clones to drop 15 feet through the air and into the tank, splashing as they landed in the viscous gel. More lifeless foxes tumbled out of the pipe on top of them, burying the first clones under them. 66 bodies, plus another 14 bodies' worth of scrap parts, splashed into the tank.

"This is the cool part, you'll want to watch this," Tiago said, settling in as if he were watching a compelling television show.

Bailey kept his eyes on the tank--after a minute, he saw the foxes start to disintegrate and dissolve. First they became less solid and more gooey, like gelatin that had started to warm and lose its rigidity. Their coloring faded to a consistent orange, the same as the surrounding bio-gel; fur transitioned from individual stands to semi-solid masses of goo, limbs sloughed off and floated away, torsos melted away into goo, and muscles lost definition as the clones were reabsorbed into the orange fluid.

Even though there were no bones, organs, or muscles to process, the whole process of the gel melting down and his clones--effectively digesting them--was so disturbing for Bailey that he felt himself on the verge of dry heaving. The gel filling his mouth, throat, and stomach prevented him from retching, but he still found the sight so disturbing. Were his clones aware of their demise? Had he just watched all those copies of himself die? Even though Tiago had said his clones weren't really alive, how could he be sure? And would he have to watch his clones be melted down every time a set of guests left the resort?

Tiago shivered and chuckled to himself as he watched the clones finish fading away to nothingness in the bio-gel. "I might have to watch that a few more times--we'd done that on a couple test clones, but seeing a cutie like you get digested into nothing...there's something oddly sexy and alluring about it."

The rhino shrugged to himself and turned to Bailey's containment pod, grinning at the fox. "Ah, but that's a personal indulgence of mine. At any rate, that's our recycling process from start to finish--you'll fertilize the next batch of clones this evening; that actually leads me to the good news I wanted to share with you."

Bailey raised his eyebrows quizzically.

"The soft opening was such a success that we've got our first officially booked guests coming in tomorrow," Tiago started, "and you're not going to believe this--thanks to your staff's efforts, we've got reservations set for the next solid seven years! People really want to keep coming back so much all because of you."

Bailey's heart sank, realizing what seven years of reservations meant for him in his containment pod.

"And the bookings keep coming in!" Tiago continued happily, ignoring the plaintive look on Bailey's face. The rhino nodded up at the observation room, and Bailey could feel the gel around his crotch start to contract, stimulating his cock still forced away in his sheath. "We've got a lot of staff to make. Ready to get started?"