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FOREWORD:

The following text contains BDSM and homosexual content. You may want to stop your reading here if those themes are unappealing for you.

Also, this being more smut with a coating of continuity and character-building to make it more entertaining than an actual story, the end is quite open and non-conclusive. There may be more chapters in the future but since the mood, inspiration, and time to write this happen to me randomly I make no promises.

I wish you a fun moment...

Chapter 1

His name was Terry but everybody was calling him "lamb", obviously because he was a snow-white ram with a rather nimble and petite physique for an adult of his age and under-average horns. It didn't help that his character was matching his look, Terry being shy and unassuming, always wishing to please and uncomfortable with confrontation in general.

By Chance, with a capital "C" as Chance was Terry's much bulkier and much more aggressive big brother, he never got bullied when he was younger. Thus, going along fine with everyone, he was content with the situation except for that frustrating issue with females: it's not easy to get a girlfriend when you systematically get branded as "that nice gay friend". Not that Terry wasn't 100% heterosexual, he just had the wrong image due to looking too much like one of the stereotypes.

All those unfulfilled needs were a strong drive and that's how the shy sheep eventually tried something... way more adventurous than his usual.

Chapter 2

It all started with his job at the spaceport: Terry was in charge of the plumbing of the whole non-public section, which was a lot of work given the size of it and the fact the administration would rather pay for endless repairs than make that one bigger check to renovate the ancient and agonizing installations. He was good at it and liked the position. Unfortunately, it came to the ears of the security that a friend of Terry's uncle came from a "suspicious country" and failed to pay several fines for car-parking infringements... and suddenly the sheep's terrorism-potential was declared threatening enough so he could not be trusted with the non-public sinks and toilets any more.

Sadly, the less militarily-strategical plumbing of the public parts being customer-service, administration had been less stingy with them and they were good enough not to require an extra hand. And so, the same day, Terry was summoned by his boss who explained him how pleased he was with him and how, by the way, he was fired.

He was devastated, taken by total surprise and anxious that having been fired from the spaceport for blurry "security concerns" would make it hard for him to find a new job. That, plus his current personal connections, pushed him to look at the colonies' job-market: with the exploding progresses of space travel and terraforming, huge amounts of valuable resources were starting to become reachable... only peoples were required to exploit them and not everyone was so eager to leave their home planet for the spartan and isolated charm of a young colony. If you had interesting skills, and plumbing was definitely not an overlooked one in space, the pay was good and not too many questions about your past were asked.

The prospect of discovering new worlds was thrilling for Terry, almost too good, too important, to feel reachable by him. On the other hand, he was anxious about leaving friends and family behind to get locked up in a space-station, alone with guys with potentially troubled past. There were a lot of scary stories about settlers doing awful things to each-others. He was about to forget about the whole idea when a crazy ad caught his eye: "Umbriel-37b Wants Slaves!"

And it was not just a catchy title, that was a real offer and it really was exactly what was written on the lid. Well, a specific acceptance of the world "slave" but still: basically, Umbriel-37b was a remote planet ripe with minerals housing a striving mining colony. To keep things orderly, it was looked after by a security company, named Securex, which was the author of the ad. Now, beside adventure, fast cash, and a cleared up slate, many settlers went for it for a chance to do things their way, freed from the usual social rules. It was especially prevalent, and the best accepted, from highly stressing jobs like security. Visibly, Securex was using that and their big idea to attract their crew was to offer a slave with the job.

A willing slave, more akin of the BDSM ones than of the old historical ones: still officially a citizen, having rights and everything (even a decent pay, although he couldn't get it before the end of his contract)... but who signed to serve a Master or Mistress, including sexually, to kneel naked before his Owner and be paraded on a leash all around the colony. A website pointed by the text was explaining in greater length how safety was ensured to make sure things remained sane and consensual and how nobody back home would know about them if the slave didn't want his position to be disclosed to his relatives.

Terry closed the web-page after his reading and tossed the ad to the garbage can, finding this brief insight of what could happen on the colonies highly unsettling and the final argument for not risking himself there.

A couple of hours later, he was digging in the garbage to find the paper back. And he almost didn't sleep that night.

Until now, the sheep had never considered the world of BDSM. He knew it existed, he was not that innocent that he never watched porn on the net and had seen pictures, but he felt more attracted in gentler, more "normal" and romantic stuff. It felt unreal for him too and that's probably what made the ad so special: it was reachable, an actual opening for "applying" for BDSM and then living it far from the eyes of anyone he couldn't stand the judgment of.

So, for the first time, he really thought about the question, greatly disturbed and ashamed to find the idea unexpectedly appealing but more excited than he had ever been.

Chapter 3

Terry ambled toward the office's door for the fourth time. The fourth time today, this is: after two weeks discussing with a representative of Securex online, he had decided to visit them in person... but he was so scared that he couldn't make himself to open the door and that he abandoned to pretend passing by with the intent of going elsewhere everytime so far. He had three coffees, from three different bars, as he was waiting some time between each attempt to avoid being noticed.

Shivering, breathless and tensing more and more as he was approaching, he was still aware of how apparent his maneuvers were. He was grateful no other pedestrians were there to notice. The door was just one meter before him now, he had to decide himself this time! At the very last moment, he reached a trembling paw and slid inside in a hurry so nobody would see him entering.

"I was wondering if you'd eventually make it. Congratulations, I know it's hard to make the first steps!"

"Wha...?" Terry looked behind himself to find that what seemed like a metal-covered wall from the outside was some kind of a one-way mirror, he was visible from inside all the time. He blushed all red under the wool of his face. At least, the voice sounded kind and, if amused, void of any mockery.

It belonged to young cat lady behind a counter. She patted the top of it. "Come, I don't bite. Given the specie, you must be Terry, right?"

He came closer and nodded silently, still having a hard time to talk and spying his surroundings. The place was pretty normal: no rack and whips but a few potted plants and neat modern furniture. "I... Yes, I'm sorry I'm late."

"I'm Laura, the secretary here. And don't worry about it, many take several appointments but never show up at all. We expect it and don't hold it against them. It was brave from you to overcome the fear and enter."

"Thanks..."

"You are most welcome, hun. Anyway, I guess you are here to see mister Armand to talk about an eventual contract?"

"Yes, but I'm not sure yet about the contract."

"Of course, that will be part of the interview. Don't worry you will not be forced into anything, if you decide not to do business with us after all we'll just pretend we never met you." She winked after those reassuring words and picked up her phone for a brief call. "He will receive you. So..." She took a metal box from under her desk and opened it before Terry. Inside were a thick, black, collar, a pair of handcuffs and a key, that she placed on the top of the counter. Wide-eyed, the sheep was surprised to still note how the box was way bigger than necessary for those items. He didn't had to wait long for the explanation. "...please take off your clothes. Everything. And fold them into this box, I'll keep them safely for you until you leave."

The sheep remained silent a moment, in shock and disbelief. "But... I'm just coming for an interview..."

"Of course, hun. Again, I promise nothing will happen that you don't agree to. One word from you and you will get everything back and be free to leave. However, you are applying for a job as a slave, there's no way you pass the interview without a full body examination. A slave who will not even accept his proper uniform is no good either, so you can see it as a test: if you are serious about getting the job, you'll have to go through this soon or later; better soon so nobody wastes their time if you can't take it."

Terry's breath was shortening and his mouth was getting dry. That was terrifying, but he was really wanting to go further and he realized that even if he had been lying to himself all along he would not proceed without taking risks and committing at some point. "Is there at least a booth where I could undress?"

"Nope, sorry. But you'll end up naked here, so that doesn't make any difference anyway, does it?"

"I suppose not."

If he surrendered, Terry was far from at ease. There was something difficult in stripping before Laura, even harder than being allowed some privacy and only then having to make that brief "jump" of showing himself naked. Seeing the street behind himself didn't help at all, even while he knew from experience that nobody could watch him back from there.

He still did as he was told to. The secretary didn't make it harder on him, once she saw him starting to undress she went back to some paperwork, only peering up with mild interest once in a while to check his progresses. The sheep was grateful for it and for how casual and easy she made the situation seem, preventing him from panicking. He was feeling an odd mix of shame... and pride from overcoming his shyness. He was also feeling the most naked and exposed of his whole life, covering his crotch with both paws offering little comfort.

She smiled to him appraisingly. "You are very cute, you know? If you decide to sign with us, you will really make your Mistress happy. Now the cuffs! Secure your paws in your back." She pushed the metal cuffs over the counter toward him.

So much for the last strands of decency and this was triggering a whole lot of alert signals in his head. "I... I really feel like I'm gearing myself for kidnapping or something..."

"That's good: we want our slaves to have a sane concern for their own safety and it wouldn't be nice if the signals you are currently getting were not making you a little anxious. However, you were given all the guaranties we could before the appointment: did you talk to the other slaves we pointed to you as references?"

He nodded. "Yes I did. They all confirmed you were safe." He hesitated again, then, more to convince himself than for her, "I guess that, especially in your line of work, you'd go out of business fast if you abducted guys for real."

"Absolutely!"

Reluctantly, he took the cuffs and secured his wrists behind his back, leaving himself fully exposed for everyone. Noticing that the experience had made him half hard and that a visible pink tip was poking out of his sheath made him want to pull back his paws to his front but it was too late. The cuffs were locked, leaving him trapped. Helpless.

"And the final touch, get closer and lift your chin!" She was holding the collar open before him. He leaned and offered his throat so she could secure it on and lock it with a small padlock. "I guess it's your first collar, it must be thrilling, isn't it? And it's just a training one, wait until you get the real ownership one!" She patted his cheek gently and gave him some time to answer but Terry was indeed so shaken he couldn't find any reply. Eventually, she just smiled and petted him again. "It's all right, hun, take it easy. You'll get used to all the feelings. Now you go wait there..." she pointed a table with several journals and seats "...on the floor and on your knees, slaves are not allowed on the furniture. Mister Armand will come for you in a moment. As I explained earlier, we rarely get our interviews on schedule so you may wait a bit. That'll give you time to recollect yourself. Do your best in the interview and my best wishes for luck, hun!"

So that was it, he was in, it was real. He watched Laura place the key of his restraints on top of his clothes, close the box on them and pull everything back under her desk, which finished branding the sensation of utter helplessness. He couldn't tell if he loved or hated it: he'd have liked it to be easier and less frightening but the intensity of it was also part of what made the experience so unique. He shook himself as he noticed he was glancing blankly at the secretary without moving. "Y... yes. Thank you." And he went to kneel beside the table.

Chapter 4

Terry waited a long time. In his state of feverish expectations, any time would have felt endless, but truly it was long. His knees were hurting him from holding the pose on the hard floor and he had all sorts of itches from the sole knowledge that he could not reach them. He barely dared wriggling a little from time to time and was terribly embarrassed from being naked, cuffed and collared in a public place. To make matters worse, his erection was now extending a good 2 inches out of his sheath and he could not conceal it: first he tried to close his legs tight but this was only hiding his balls while tugging them downward enough to unsheathe him further and made his pose even less comfortable, so he had to resign to leave his knees slightly parted. The fresh air from the AC was also a constant reminder of his lack of covering.

He was reconsidering his choice to come here and wondering if he should go back to the desk to try canceling the meeting when he heard steps coming from behind. He turned his head to see a fox in a formal attire, not very tall but seeming towering from his position and vulnerability. He lowered his eyes fast, too uneasy to look directly and hoping maybe the other would just pass by him without paying attention.

The fox didn't, on the contrary he came standing right before Terry. "Good afternoon, Terry, I'm pleased to finally meet you. I'm Armand but you will refer to me as Sir until further notice. Sorry I kept you waiting."

The sheep looked up, with difficulties, trying to be polite. "Good afternoon... Sir. It's OK, I'm the one who was late to begin with."

"You're not the first one to be and you will not be the last. Don't worry about it." He snapped his fingers. "Get up, we'll talk in my office."

Terry struggled to get up, which proved harder than expected with his lack of training with moving while tied up and the numbness that set in his legs. Armand helped by taking hold onto one of his horns, idly mentioning how convenient the "handles" were, to pull and guide him. Then, they both relocated to the office. The fox pointed a spot before his desk and, instead of sitting behind it, rested casually against its front, picking a file with the sheep's name on its cover and browsing through it. "You stand here, making you kneel more would be uselessly cruel. You don't seem much used to the position?"

The sheep was fidgeting, not knowing what to do with his legs that would make his dangling balls less visible. He had to stop to concentrate as he was talked to. "Not much, Sir. I must confess I'm new to... to all things slavery-related."

"Good, it's excellent that you state your inexperience openly. I also reassure you, it is by no mean a defect: your potential entirely depends on your spirit and motivation, and many like a 'blank' slave to educate as it's part of the pleasure of owning one and as they are unencumbered with previous, different, training."

"I understand. As we're talking about my inexperience... may I be honest?"

"I insist you must be. Speak freely."

"Thank you, Sir. My concern is... I saw some pictures and read some accounts and some of the things you do seems pretty rough. I..." He blushed more, if possible, and had to swallow before continuing "...I love the fantasy but I'm not too sure of how much I could take for real."

The fox raised an eyebrow, surprised. "I was planning to bring up this topic but I didn't expect you would express all that so clearly and so soon given your stated inexperience. I'm pleasantly impressed, you have some natural understanding already, instinctively questioning your own limits and clearly distinguishing between reality and fantasy."

"Really?"

"Really. You'd be surprised if you knew how many replies we had for the ad and how few ones we decided to interview. Don't underestimate yourself, boy, you've already been studied and screened while our recruiter was chatting with you online and the mere fact you are standing here proves you have a great potential." Terry was voiceless, this praise totally unexpected. "Anyway, back to your clever question. As you can guess, we don't give a slave to any random guy before sending him away in space: that would be a recipe for catastrophe. Our Masters and Mistresses go though an even more stringent selection, a careful training and we keep monitoring what's going on overtime. Your limits will be respected, pushed maybe but never broken. Do you understand?"

"I think so, Sir: they adjust to the slave?"

"Exactly. You will not be hurt as much as a more experienced and pain-tolerant slave. And things will go gradually so you can adjust and so your Owner knows you well enough before going further."

"But then, if my tolerance ends being low, won't my Mistress risk getting bored of me? What if she was wanting more?"

"For one, the number of spanks or the total weight hanged from your nipple-clamps are unimportant: it's your reactions that are. A sadistic Mistress would make you whimper and squirm and she'd be happy about it no matter the intensity required to put you in this state. Secondly, with training and time, you'll take a lot more than you believe you can. All this, however, brings us to the one important question: your motivation. Don't waste time wondering if you can take abuse, that is your Owner's concern, but you must be 100% sure you want to try."

"I really, really, want to Sir. I'm just scared too."

"It's a normal reaction. Well, now this big point is cleared up, the other big point of the day. I'm afraid I have bad news for you, boy." Terry bit his lips with anxiety and braced himself for what was next. "The crew for Umbriel-37b is nearly complete and we do not foresee any more openings for at least a few years after that. Now, safety officer tends to be mostly a male-attracting job. What I'm trying to tell you is we don't have a Mistress for you."

The disappointment hit the sheep brutally. He was just starting to believe, to get great hopes and dreams, he had just managed to overcome his fear enough to bloody strip and kneel for them! And, out of nowhere, nothing. It was the same as his last traumatic experience at work with the discussion beginning with "you're doing an excellent work for us" and ending with "you're fired". He was feeling on the edge of crying. "But... but... why did you let me come then?"

"We might have a Master, on the other hand, who would appreciate you."

Not that again! Terry's eyes widened and he remained silent a couple of seconds, the time for the stupor to be washed away by anger. It was very rare for him to get angry, and even more to shout, and he was not in a position that would usually have made him less tame. But for once he shouted: "I'm not gay!"

After the brief outburst, "normal Terry" took over again and he lowered a sorry muzzle, regretting already. The fox made no comment and, as quietly as if nothing ever happened, continued. "I know. You stated it to our recruiter and I don't doubt your word. Neither do I suggest you should change your orientation, I respect what you are."

The sheep blinked, puzzled, hope uncertainly coming back. "But... I thought..."

Armand lifted a paw to interrupt the babbling. "Tell me Terry, do you think what we offer is of a sexual nature."

"Yes, of course... Well no... Well..."

"Calm down and take your time. Now try again."

Terry took a big breath and a moment to sort through his feelings before answering. "It's very sexual to me, Sir. You outward claim how sex-slave is an important part of the job and even what is not specifically sex is still sexually exciting to me. But that's not all, I don't think I would commit so much for sex only... I... like the idea to serve, to make someone happy, to have a clear and simple purpose. The gift, the challenge, the guidance... I have a hard time putting words on it..."

"It's not that bad for a first attempt at it. So, leaving a lot of important things that do not concern our current discussion, would you agree with the summary: it is definitely sexual but not exclusively sexual."

"Yes, Sir."

"Very nice. Now go pass your knee-jerk reaction and consider my offer more carefully: I'm giving you half of the deal. Granted, as you are heterosexual, you will not get to lust on a nice pair of breasts with a Master and it's a loss I don't diminish. But you're still getting the full benefit of submission in itself. Less good than both but still a great opportunity. No?"

"So you mean I could have a Master and non-sexually serve him?"

"That's not what I said, let it be crystal clear: your Master will get the whole deal. Expect to be fucked by every hole, rough and deep and often, to get your cute face full of cum, to be touched and used in any ways he'll fancy. Simply you don't have to enjoy it to enjoy the overall experience."

The sheep's mind was racing fast, struggling between conflicting reactions. "I... I'm not sure I'd be comfortable with that."

"A doubt I can clear up for you, boy: I'm positive you will not be comfortable. What you have to find out is just how uncomfortable you will really be: getting your fur dirty in not a big deal, an object shoved up your ass, if carefully and that will be the case for your beginnings, can feel unpleasantly invasive if you have no taste for it but is quite bearable of a torment, being another male's bitch is very humiliating for a straight boy but you'll be too far away for your mum ever to know about it. In the end those inconvenience are a small price for the experience I'm offering to you... in fact, having to do efforts to give yourself without benefits only makes the gift greater and given your submissive character, you'll hate it but you'll love hating it. Do you follow me so far?"

"Yes but..."

"...but there may be worse effects, depending on how you feel about your sexual orientation. Maybe giving pleasure to another male or getting some from him would hurt you deeper inside, damage your sense of self worth. If that's so, the experience would be destructive and you must avoid it. That's what you must find out: if your facefur get stained with semen, will you feel dirty until it's cleaned up or for the years after?"

Terry pondered a long while. "I never thought about it this way..."

"One rarely has to."

"And it's frightening and uncomfortable..."

"Again, natural and normal reactions. But you must not let them take over an important life decision."

"It sounds difficult, for me!"

"Did you expect it to be easy? As a slave you are there for your Owner's enjoyment, not for your own. That is inherently difficult. You will get a lot form it, much coming in great part from how difficult it is, but having a good time is not part of the offer."

"You mean I'm not allowed to enjoy it?"

"Not exactly: I mean it's unimportant that you enjoy it or not. Your Master will not care. If you find pleasure in what he makes to you, nice for you... as long as it doesn't distract you from your duties and you don't waste your time and efforts on your selfish satisfaction while you should have dedicated them fully to his: then you'd be punished and he'd probably take the distraction away."

"I... see... I don't know what to make of that, the more you explain, the more terrified I am. But still, for some reason, it makes me want it as well."

"To put it in a few words, I'm offering you purpose, guidance, evolution toward a goal and self-worth from doing something valuable, being greatly appreciated and overcoming difficulties. The price of it is I'm asking you to surrender fully, face the unknown and endure efforts and harshness. Both feelings are justified and you should know that, as the time goes on and you build trust in your Owner as well as in yourself, the fear will fade away."

"That's a lot to digest at once."

"Indeed, it's OK, I'll give you some time. For now, stop thinking about it and focus back on the previous question. How do you feel about homosexuality? And I mean when it applies to you, I don't care if you are fine with gay couples or not, and I'll point out how the two are different: if you feel, for example, disgust at personally engaging into homosexual acts that's not being intolerant nor insulting so don't hold it back."

"I feel scared. Sorry, I'm repeating myself..."

"Because it's important for you, which is understandable. Continue."

"Also... it's not really disgust, it doesn't feel appealing to me at all but not... disgust either. But I think I'd feel dirty. Although... although I don't know if it really comes from me or if I'm just afraid of the others' judgment... This is difficult..."

"Earlier you snapped at me when you thought I questioned your orientation."

"Oh, I'm really sorry about that, it's not like me..."

"...which makes it all the more interesting. Don't worry, you are forgiven the break of etiquette, you were under a lot of pressure after all. Why did it strike a chord?"

Terry sighed. "Because all the girls I ever liked thought I was gay. It always spoiled all my chances."

"So you already have the 'stain' on you, after all. And you are comfortable enough with it so you never, say, changed your habits to look a little more like what the others expect a straight guy to be."

"Wow... I never even thought about doing that!"

On this, Armand carefully rearranged the papers in Terry's file and quietly went to store it back into a cupboard before going to the door. "I heard all I needed to know: I believe you are excellent material and I'd love to have you in our team. The decision is now yours. I truly think you should say yes but I'll give you time to think about it without pressure. I'll be waiting for your answer until the end of the week. If you fail answering at all, I will not hold a grudge but I'll take it as a 'no' and will find someone else, which would be a shame."

Terry was exhausted by the stress and now eager to run away, even if he was unsure yet if it would be to never come back or to get ready for the big jump. "So..." he shook his cuffs lightly "...I'm free to go?"

"Almost. Your potential future Master would surely enjoy seeing what you look like and I have you cutely naked, chained, all blushing and terrified yet rock hard: with your authorization, I'd like to take this opportunity for a couple of pictures. Obviously they will not be shown to anyone else no matter your final answer and do not engage you in any way."

Part of the sheep wanted to be desired by that unknown Master, part of him was not too keen on embarrassing pictures being taken. It's the whole too-nervously-broken-to-resist-Terry who got the final world. "O... OK. Could I see him too?"

"No, slaves don't chose. You will know nothing about him until you meet in person."

The fox led him to a new small room, that was visibly made for photoshots given the background curtains, lights and tripods. He made him stand in the center while he pulled the current curtain, a white one, to change it with a dark grey one that would better enhance the sheep's wool. He came back behind Terry and gently pulled him by under his chin while poking a couple of fingers in the deep of his back.

"Straighten boy, first impressions are important so I want you with a good posture for the shot. Better, now part your legs more naturally and try to relax a little. And unclench those fists, you're so tensed you will hurt your wrists with the cuffs if you continue."

Terry did as he was told, only now noticing that, indeed, he had pulled so much on the cuffs that they were biting his skin painfully. He wished he would get rid of them soon.

Armand went behind a video camera and turned it on. "Greet your future Master and introduce yourself, boy."

The sheep felt his face reddening again and looked down uneasily, then he gathered enough courage to adjust his pose and face the camera again. He hesitated a last time, then lowered his ears and bowed. "Good afternoon... or... or whatever time it is on your planet... Master. My name is Terry, I'm 25, I'm looking forward meeting you and I hope you'll like me..." Out of inspiration, he looked at Armand for help.

"Tell him about that 'issue' we chatted about, he'll like that."

"Oh..." So much for the good posture: the sheep's knees where coming close together in embarrassment and he was sure to be so red it was visible despite his wool "...I... I'm straight, Master, but I really want to submit and serve you and I... and I will..." He needed more time to steady his voice, glancing at the tip of his hooves... and reminded about his exposed penis as it was on the way. "My body will be yours, to enjoy any ways you see fit. I'm anxious but I'll do my best."

"Lovely. Now turn around, slowly, so he can see his whole prize."

Terry obeyed again. When he was done, Armand took the camera of its tripod and walked closer. "And now a nice close-up on the goods. Just stay still, boy." He took a moment slowly moving around the sheep's head, then went to his back and stroked the wool, digging his fingers in to demonstrate how thick and soft it was. Terry shivered and let out a gasp when his tail was grasped and pulled up for a more intimate close-up... then the camera went back to his front as the fox pulled his sheath all the way down before lifting his balls to present them. It took the "model" all his self-restraint and desire not to appear reluctant to his possible Master to prevent himself from struggling. Then it was finally done.

"Well, that was it. I was pleased to meet you, Terry, you may go now. Since you had your share of stress for today, I'll send Laura your way: she'll remove your restraints and you'll be allowed some privacy to put your clothes back on. I hope I'll hear more about you soon."

Terry nodded. "Thank you Sir."

"You're welcome. And remember, only one chance, you must decide this week if you want to meet your Master. Laura will also give you an address, that's where you have to go if you accept the offer. Not here. If you go there, you will sign a contract and be sent to Umbriel-37b right away, so be sure you are settled for depart and told goodbye to everyone you care about."

"Understood. What should I bring?"

"Nothing special, all your belongings will remain on this planet awaiting your return anyway: when you'll be delivered to your Master, you will have nothing of your own but your body. Then he'll take that from you as well. Goodbye, boy."

Chapter 5

That had been an incredibly short week with incredibly long days for Terry, funny as the perception of time had no care for logic in periods of great anxiety. Funny also how the door to unknown was such a familiar place: when Terry had finished going through all the possible excuses and good reasons to decline the offer, still couldn't decide to abandon the opportunity and eventually, pressed by the time limit, found the strength to go for it, he ended up in the spaceport.

More specifically, the address he was given was the one of a cryo-station putting thousands of departing settlers on stasis and waking up as much returning ones. The anonymity of masses was perfect for the sheep, who was happy to blend in a group of settlers on the waiting line without anyone paying attention to him. He reached the ticket-office at his turn and handed the otter in there his Securex card.

"Terry Glenwood, scheduled for... odd, I don't see a launching time." He typed some more on his keyboard. "Ah, you're leaving in five days, pal. I'm sorry but you must have had your appointment wrong."

"Actually, I don't exactly have an appointment."

"Uh?" More typing ensued. "Oah, you're right, now that's a new one!"

"A new one?"

"Well, we have your rented place in a storage room: the instructions are you come anytime you like this week, we put you in the freezer and we keep you there until you leave. That's odd."

"Please don't ask."

"Well, don't worry about it, pal, with the stasis you will only age a nano-second or something in five days!"

"More like 20 minutes actually, but I can go with that."

"You know that stuff?"

"I used to..." Terry remembered right in time that he didn't want anyone he knew here to hear about his visit today "...know a huge fan of space traveling."

"Ah, cool. OK, anyway I'd need your luggage ticket too, please."

"I don't have one."

"Ah, you must have one, when you gave your luggage to the transporter he should have handed you a yellow fold, about the same size as your card."

"I... don't bring any luggage with me."

"You're leaving to a colony with nothing but the clothes you're wearing?" More clickety-clickety... "Oh... scratch that, you're leaving to a colony with nothing. At all. You're not some kind of weirdo, are you?"

Fortunately, recent experiences gave Terry the inspiration to counter that. "There has been some terrorist threats against Umbriel-37b, the security is all out of themselves. And you know how the spaceport security can be, right?"

"Awww, I feel your pain, man, now that sucks big time. Hey, maybe we could arrange things so we 'forget' a piece of clothing or two?"

"Thanks, I appreciate the effort, but they'd notice it on my arrival and I'd get in trouble for it."

"Damn, I didn't think about that. Well, OK, I'll get the medics to raise a blind around your coffin and you'll strip there. So at least you'll get some intimacy."

"Thank you, that's very nice of you, you're very helpful."

"I'm here to help!" He turned around to call a colleague. "Mike! Can you replace me for 5 minutes?" Then, back to the sheep. "OK, pal, I'm onto you. Get yourself to the coffin 64, I'll catch you back there."

"64, on my way. Thank you again."

Terry went to the indicated cryo-coffin, noting he had the honor of an excellent model that was usually reserved for way longer travels, and watched the preparations. The helpful otter soon came by.

"So you're going to Umbriel-37b?"

"Yep."

"You are our first settler to this colony, I think. Berland&Seths usually do this one. 'nyways, that's a short jump. 1 minute or so."

"Actually, more like 7 minutes and 32 seconds."

"Ah? Well, anyways, you surely are asking yourself 'why the heck do they freeze me for a 7 minutes trip?' "

"You mean, beside the fact that I'll spend the next five days in a storage room with no more than two cube meters of space, no food and no water?"

"Good point. So, you surely are asking yourself 'why the heck do they freeze me for a 7 minutes trip, beside that they are stingy on the hostel bills?' "

Terry knew already but since the otter seemed to really want to explain and he was a nice guy... "I was just wondering. Please tell?"

"Because if you are not in suspension inside of the... hum..."

"...anti-g oxygenated polymer?"

"...yeah, that stuff! So if you are not in it, the jump's acceleration is bad for your joints."

"Bad for my joints? Cute euphemism... back when I... I mean, back when my friend was hanging around the spaceport, the usual one was 'because they don't serve strawberry porridge on the lines'."

"Strawberry porridge?"

"You are new to this job, aren't you?"

"I'm doing part-time to pay my studies. I want to be an architect."

"Cool, I wish you the best. Anyway, strawberry-porridge is what the stuff coating the bottom of a coffin is supposed to look like after the jump's initial acceleration if you mess up the polymerization. So, I guess it's kinda true that it's bad for your joints, like nuclear explosions will 'mess up with your hairs' if you stand too near."

"Woah, for real? That's wicked!"

"Keep it for yourself and your co-workers, most travelers don't want to hear about the strawberry-porridge and your boss will kill you if you don't stick to the 'bad for your joints' story around them."

"Yeah, you must be right. I'll keep my tongue. Ah, the blind is ready, let's go in." Both entered, just in time to see a technician bringing a metal frame with several attached straps to the coffin. "What the... hey, they must have messed up with the order! Those things are for animal transport!"

"Ah... errr... I don't think there was a mistake. Hem... my boss is very stingy. Like the hostel and everything, you see?"

Terry had hoped the otter's inexperience would help the lie to slide, but this one was too big. "Are you kidding? That's a 6th generation coffin, the most expensive ones. That's like the first class of cryo-travel. No, 5th generation is the first class of cryo-travel, that's like class zero or something. Platinum?"

"Errrr... fine, can you keep a secret?"

"Yeah, sure!"

"OK, I told you I had a friend who was into space-traveling and he knows peoples around here. So, since my boss can't recognize a 'platinum' coffin from his left foot and is so stingy, we got a little arrangement for my trip to be more comfortable."

The otter was buying this one, his face enlightening as he understood and sympathized. "Aaaaaah!"

"If he finds out, I'm toasted. So please just leave the cattle-frame, for the looks of it, and pretend you noticed nothing special, could you?"

"Awww, sure thing pal! I won't sell you out, serves the man well for freezing you instead of paying the hostel!"

"Thanks, you're loads of help. So you're the one who will strap me up?"

"Yeah, I'll try to make you comfortable. Don't worry it'll be an other guy that will do the freezing part, someone who knows that stuff better than me. You're safe." He winked.

Terry winked back. "Actually, it's usually a 5 member team, although it's possible to do it with only 3. It just takes longer. Well... I guess it's time for me to strip."

"Yeah, it's as weird for me as it is for you. Anyways, your stuff will be kept in a safe storage while you are away. I'm taking care of it personally."

Terry felt a bit uneasy stripping before a clothed male again for the second time in a short while. It was, however, nothing compared with his experience with Armand and he guessed he was in for a lot worse when he'd reach his Master. The frame was cold but less uncomfortable that he expected it would be: the most disquieting part of it was that, unlike with the belts of the normal bed, once secured he would be unable to free himself without help. The otter made the restraints tight but not uncomfortably so, just the right way. With leather restraints around the arms, wrists, thighs, ankles, neck, chest and belly, the sheep couldn't bulge. The idea he could ask the friendly spaceport worker to free him and run away, and that it was his very last chance to escape at all, teased him but he resisted the urge.

"OK, now I'll start the anesthesia. I can't believe they let me do that on my own." The otter placed the mask over Terry's muzzle.

"Actually, it's just a relaxant. For me it changes nothing because I'll have forgotten the last minutes and the actual anesthesia when I'll wake up but it's quite safe."

"Ah, so for you it's the end of the setting up?"

"Yep, soon I'll blink and when I open back my eyes, I'll find myself in another world."

"Yeah, that's something when you think of it this way. How does it feel?"

"I'm a little afraid to blink."

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!"

"Wh... what?!"

"I forgot the paper! You're supposed to sign something! Please don't blink, I'm coming back as fast as I can!" And he ran away.

Terry's last thought was that he too had been so taken into the preparations of his trip and his efforts on hiding embarrassing secrets to the otter that he entirely forgot he was supposed to sign his contract before leaving. Then he blinked.

Chapter 6

"...is it going, doc?" That was a male voice, very deep, quiet yet assertive.

"Very well, it's in an excellent state. I also checked its medical files and examined it closely like you asked: it's healthy and in fine physical condition, nothing special to report, really."

"I'm glad to hear so... wait, its pulse is accelerating, is that normal?"

"Let me see." There was a pause, then "Nothing to worry about, it stabilized a little high but not dangerously so, I see no signs of suffering or nothing else special on its monitoring: it's only a bit anxious from being here, that's all."

"Do you mean it's conscious already?"

"No, not really yet. At this point parts of its brain are resuming their normal activity but many pieces are still anesthetized or ill-connected together, so it's not exactly itself yet even if it already reacts to some stimuli."

"What if I tried to talk to it?"

"Not a whole much. Well, a few words might trigger some emotional response if you find the right ones, at most."

He leaned to reach his muzzle close to the inanimate sheep. "Welcome home, lamb."

"What do you know, it's calming down. Well done."

"How long will it take for you to wake it up?"

"It should take about 3 hours, that's longer than usual because it got the deluxe, long travel, stasis. You'll get your time back later, however, because it'll wake up fresh and well rested instead of being sick for the whole day. Hum... well, since you must be impatient, I think I could..."

"...no. I'm impatient but I want you to take all the time you need to do things well."

Chapter 7

Terry shook in an attempt to find back his balance but he was still strapped to the cattle-frame. He had to close back his eyes hurriedly as the light was blinding him: so the stories were true, it really felt like the travel happened during a blink. Well, somehow, he knew some time had passed and he had the sensation he missed a thing or two but still that feeling of being teleported by surprise was strong.

Totally disoriented, the sheep found some relief when he understood his frame had been placed standing instead of lying and that was what messed up with his senses. He tried to recollect himself. Many subtle things were different: the room was colder, he could hear the soft mechanical noise of ventilation instead of the constant mumbling of the spaceport crowd, the air smelled just a hint stale, he had a chemical taste in his mouth and his right ear was dully painful. Otherwise, he was feeling excellent, like after a good, long, night of sleep, which was a surprise given the reputation cryo-travel had.

That's when he really registered his situation. He had been expecting sickness, that was the signal he was waiting for to tell him he had traveled. Lacking it, he was still kind of waiting for the otter guy to run back with his contract... but obviously he would not any more. The otter was very far away. Terry realized he was strapped to a frame, naked, light-years from home and help, officially beginning his new life as a slave. On a second thought, this didn't feel like such a good idea after all. He panicked.

"The officer who trained me was a fricking real-life hero, the kind of guy you see in action movies who never heard of the word 'fear'. Or so I thought for a while." That calm, deep, voice sounded familiar to Terry even if he couldn't remember ever hearing it before. He retried opening his eyes, slower this time. "One day, after I did something stupid trying to be as heroic as him and once he finished shouting at me, he explained how only the insane or stupid were fearless. There's no shame, nothing to prove, and true bravery is to be able to cope with your fear when, and only when, you have a good reason to." The sheep's eyes were still too wet and adjusting to the light, but he could already guess a big, dark, figure. "He later taught me many techniques to help with that. The one I use the most is so simple it sounds silly, yet it's often efficient: I just focus on reality and assert clearly my situation, here and now. 9 times out of 10 you are afraid of what you imagine and anticipate. What could be, hypothetical futures. And most of the time what is really happening is not that bad and dealing with the present, one step after the other, works better than fearing what could happen next."

Terry finally managed to get used to the light of the room and to clearly see who was talking to him. It was a wolf, as black as the sheep was white, as huge as he was small, as muscular as he was slim yet not the bulky kind: rather the nimble, predatory, lean and mean style with dense and sharp elongated features. He had piercing yellow eyes and impressive fangs, perfectly neat posture and fur and was wearing his blue Securex uniform. Even if the situation had been different, the sheep would have found him very impressive and intimidating. Yet he was looking calm, polite and friendly so far. Terry took on the offered advice and blocked his thoughts about what was about to happen, right now the guy was just standing and helping him to get comfortable. So far, so good. He remained trembling and scarred but the frantic animal panic recessed to a more manageable level.

"My name is Moreau. Master Moreau, or just Master for you. I will take care of you, protect you and educate you from now on. I expect and demand total submission and dedication from you: if you misbehave, if you are inattentive or if you are lazy, you will get punished. Swiftly and harshly. Don't expect me to compromise or have mercy or you'll be sorry. On the other hand, I am fair and will not discipline you over honest mistakes, inexperience or personal limits. So as long as you do your best there is no reason for you to be afraid. Is that clear, lamb?"

"V... very clear, Master."

"Good. As a slave, you are also at the lowest of the lows in the food-chain here. You will show due respect to everyone else as well. You will obey orders given by anyone, unless they contradict mines. My orders get priority over anything else. You are my property and everyone is not allowed to use you at their whim, but it's my concern and not yours to sort that: in doubt, you'll do what you are told and if I must be angry about it you are not the one who will take the heat."

"Understood."

"Finally, as you are beginning and don't know me yet, I'll keep it simple for you the time you grasp the basics: you will just do what I tell, how I tell, immediately. And nothing else. You don't rub your nose without my permission. What is not an order is forbidden. Except for talking, you can talk freely, ask any questions, tell me what you feel. I encourage you to be as open as you can and not to be afraid to speak. As your training progresses, you will evolve toward being less of a puppet on a short string and more and more of an useful and proactive servant."

"Proactive?"

"Yes, lamb. Don't worry, I'll teach you what I want in due time. But first you must learn focus and discipline. Those are skills even a pretty dumb animal can reach and that's the level you start at. You'll deserve to show me how clever you really are later, but for a while... your whole life just became a lot simpler."

Moreau walked in front of the bound sheep whose trembling got a lot worse as he expected to be abused right away. The thought was not difficult to read and the wolf was good at that exercise. "There there, no rush lamb. We have all our time and I plan to savor it." He reached a paw to gently stroke the woolly cheek, tracing a thumb under his chin. "You are deliciously cute and I must admit that, even if all that fear is something we'll have to work on to make something out of you, those terrified eyes are lovely. Open your muzzle." Terry opened and the wolf, firmly and unceremoniously but without violence, grabbed his muzzle and pulled his cheek to peer at his teeth. He pushed a pair of fingers in and caressed the tongue, making its owner gasp and shake. "We'll need work on your gag reflex too, apparently." He pulled out and wiped his fingers dry onto the sheep's chest. Next he explored his ribs and belly, squeezing and pinching lightly to feel wool, muscles and fat. He seek the nipples too for a bit of experimental teasing but, to the shivering new slave's, relief didn't touch anything below belt level. For now. "As I expected, you can use a trimming, with all that wool you get way too much covering for my taste."

Terry didn't comment on how naked he already felt, guessing the issue was not open to discussion. After this first physical contact, Moreau freed him from his straps. He expected this would make him feel less vulnerable but it turned out to be worse: not only was the wolf obviously able to physically overpower him any time he liked even without the bonds but, now he could act, he could do mistakes and get punished. The strict and scary rules forbidding any initiative suddenly felt a relieving protection, reducing the room for accidents. Now standing, he was tempted to rub himself where the straps had been and to reach for his hurt ear to check what was wrong with it but he was not too sure how literal his Master was about him not even being allowed to rub his nose without asking. So he just stood there, holding his paws together anxiously before his front.

"No." Moreau took his wrists and guided them to his sides. "That body is mine, lamb. Never try to hide it from me."

"S... Sorry Master."

"By the way, your right paw kept fidgeting. What was it that you refrained to do, lamb?"

Terry was taken aback at being read so easily. After a brief pause due to the surprise, he hurriedly answered. "To... to touch my ear, Master. It hurts a little."

"So, you are in pain since the beginning?"

"Yes... well, that's not that much pain but... a little."

"You will feel much more than a little pain if you fail reporting this kind of things to me again in the future." The wolf was frowning, not losing his calm nor getting louder but making his displeasure unmistakable. Terry stepped back moaning and he took a less stern expression now his point was made. "Easy boy. This is very important, I want to know when something is not going well."

"I... I'll be more careful in the future, Master."

"Let's hope so. And about your ear..." He caught one of Terry's horns and pulled him around to the tiny bathroom of his condo. Facing the mirror the sheep saw he was wearing a cattle-like, yellow, plastic ear-tag. The thing was adorning the label "SLV64" in big, bold, black letters and the text "Lamb, property of Moreau" all tiny along the lower edge. "...all slaves are tagged here. You also have a subcutaneous chip in your right thigh. It should only bother you for a day or two."

Even if his position was already clear here and if the plastic tag could be cut to remove it, it has something symbolic and permanent that made Terry feel quite humbled. He kept staring at it while the wolf got a tiny spray can from a shelve to apply something cold on the piercing. The relief was instantaneous.

"Better now?"

"Yes Master, it doesn't hurt at all any more."

"Good. Oh, one last thing to make sure we get a good start at understanding each-other: why do you think your two first mistakes went unpunished?"

Terry's previous interpretation was that the wolf went easy on him because those were his first mistakes and they were not too offending for him but that he cared asking made him ponder more. He understood suddenly and learned his two first lessons: the first was that the wolf was very orderly and deliberate and that he'd have to be careful to avoid missing the clues he was tossed by. The second: "B... because you told you would not punish my honest mistakes and inexperience."

"Correct. Good boy." He stroked his head appraisingly. "Now, you experienced those two errors and know about them. That's two errors I will not tolerate again. See, it's simple."

The sheep looked down. "I feel bad I made two mistakes already, we barely know each-others."

"Don't: unless you can read my mind, you will make a lot of mistakes. That's to be expected and I really don't care nor will not judge you less valuable for them, lamb... and neither should you blame yourself for that. Doing mistakes is fine, that's how you learn. What's bad is doing the same mistake more than once."

"Understood, Master."

Moreau brought the sheep back to the main room and went fetching something. He came back with a leash and an heavy black collar. The thing was plain but with excellent finishing and materials, rubbery with ridges hinting metal reinforcements inside and some metal buckle with a ring at the front. Terry hold his breath, very aware of how important the moment was for him. The wolf placed it into his paws and he noticed how it was even heavier than it looked.

"My welcoming present for you, lamb: by giving yourself to me as a slave, you lost everything until the end of your contract. Even your own body. This will be the one and only exception, it is your collar. A token of my affection. When you will put it on it will lock itself permanently, only to be removed by cutting when you'll get your freedom back."

Terry caressed the smooth surface carefully, trying desperately to find words to express his flooding feelings. "Th... thank you..." he eventually barely managed to mumble.

Moreau snapped the leash's carabiner before his eyes. "Let's not get overly emotional. It's time for your first walkie and animals must be kept on a leash in the station..."

When Terry set it snugly around his throat, the collar locked itself with a tiny, anticlimactic, little "click"... for the sheep, rolling thunder would not have sounded louder.

Chapter 8

And so, Terry made his debuts on Umbriel-37b. If being held on a leash by Moreau was a wild experience in itself, doing so publicly in the crowded street was a new non-return point. The couple was attracting some attention too, although everyone seemed more curious about the wolf's new acquisition than surprised by the situation. The sheep was careful not to let his leash tense but since he was allowed some slack it wasn't difficult and he spent most of his time hiding the best he could behind his new owner.

Still, the walk was taking some time, the wolf was silent and nobody did more than glancing, and it was a new world after all! Eventually, curiosity got the best of the sheep and instead of keeping his muzzle down he began examining his surroundings. The most impressive sight was the protective dome. Lacking scale it was hard to tell its exact size but the thing was definitely monstrous. It was a faceted half sphere made of triangular pieces, with heavy criss-crossed metal beams for support. The outside was pure darkness... with sometimes an ephemeral yellowish line shifting across, always in the same direction. It took him a moment to understand he was watching a storm of sulfur-loaded fumes, the kind of winds that would level towns down back home. This was putting his adventure in perspective: a mere crack in that dome was death for everyone in a matter of seconds!

That was also certainly the explanation for the density of the crowd: as large as the dome was for a building, it still was keeping the colony concentrated in a relatively small space for what was the probable equivalent of the population of a medium town. Cold neons were providing a decent, if sometimes flickering, lighting but didn't made the atmosphere more welcoming. Also the town looked cheap and fake, like a bad z-movie set... that too took the sheep a moment to understand, then he noted how, logically for a place getting most materials from expensive space carriers, everything was built with thin and light prefabricated and standard pieces. Buildings where nearly really made out of cardboard and you found variations of boxes with the same proportions everywhere. That and thick metal walls and beams, probably metal extracted locally.

Terry felt, appropriately, in a very alien place here. Most of all he was missing the sun.

"Master?"

"Yes?"

"What time is it here?"

The wolf briefly peered at his watch. "Half past ten, morning. We are on the exact same time as your town on earth here."

"But, isn't it the night here?"

"Yes and the morning will not be before about 20 years from now. At which point the raising sun will incinerate the entire installations. Ideally we will have exhausted the best mines by then but we're on a tight schedule. Even if it's long term. That's why this colony is special, lots of pressure and thus lots of work for the security teams."

"Oh... is it safe, then?"

"You're one of the safest settler here, lamb: you have your own, professional, bodyguard."

"You... must be under a lot of pressure as well yourself, Master."

"I wouldn't have chosen that line of work if I didn't like some salt in my life. Plus I just got myself something nice to relieve my stress with, didn't I?"

That made Terry blush hard, but fortunately he didn't had to find an answer: they were arriving at their destination, a mess currently empty safe an other Securex officer sipping on a paper-cup near a coffee machine and his own slave.

The officer was a strong lizard, adorning a big bandage across the left cheek. While not as impressive as Moreau in Terry's opinion, he was sharing the same kind of "don't mess with me or I break you like a twig" vibe with an engaging attitude. At the other end of the leash was a brown and white rabbit, currently sitting directly onto the floor, as naked as the sheep but visibly a lot less bothered by it. He had a big spot over the right eye... and was wearing a tight muzzle that would not have been out of place on a mean dog.

When they saw their visitors, the lizard crumbled his cup to toss it into a nearby can, smiling, and his rabbit swiftly got up to his feet to bow before Moreau. The wolf shortened the leash to pull Terry at his side and, imitating what he saw, the sheep bowed to the lizard. One eyebrow raised, the wolf peered at the muzzle, then at the bandage.

"Hi, Guillian. OK, I can't resist: I have two questions, and for some reason I bet both share a single answer..."

The lizard grinned with a shrug. "You're good at guessing, Mo."

"That would be more of an achievement if it didn't already happened twice this month. So what was it this time?"

"Pest told foreman Ren that he was a stinky coward who was getting his jollies mistreating his crew because he was too much of a pencil-dick to feel like a man even when paying himself a drugged prostitute."

The wolf gave the rabbit a jaded look, that make him shrink and peer at his toes. "As classy as usual, pest. But always creative, I have to admit." Then back to the lizard. "And?"

"That's about it. Ren is better than I expected with a broken bottle but beside the tiny scratch we got things back under control smoothly. Even Ren got nothing bruised but his ego, he spent the night in custody but was calm enough so we could let him go this morning. I muzzled pest so it wouldn't cause more trouble until the incident is forgotten."

"Did you at least punish it?"

"Eeeh... well, you know my opinion about Ren, and he was really pushing it with a newby miner yesterday, and I think the experience was an useful and overdue lesson. Being too harsh on the boy would have felt plain wrong but I had a word with it." He petted the rabbit's head as he finished, making him close his eyes with content.

Moreau sighed. "You're spoiling it, Guillian. Not to mention the example you give the other slaves."

"Aw, Mo... You do things your ways, and I respect it, but I do them mine. I'm sure you'll teach your slave you are less lenient that me soon, don't worry about the example."

"Touché, friend. Your slave, your rules. But please don't let it start a riot. If it's a source of disorder for the colony that'll become my business, OK?"

"Loud and clear, officer. I will be more careful I promise." The lizard offered a paw, that Moreau shook briefly to seal the agreement. "By the way, I see you finally got your own plaything delivered. It's awfully cute, how did you name it?"

"Lamb. It's still jumpy, it woke up less than 20 minutes ago."

"That's fitting it well. Hi lamb, nice to have you here, I wish you'll like your new life. You got yourself a strict Master but good discipline never hurt..." He bumped the bunny playfully on the back of his head on this "...and he's a good man."

Unsure of the right etiquette, Terry did his best. "Thank you Sir Guillian, I... I'm pleased to meet you." Pest was waving friendly but he didn't dare more than a shy smile to him.

The lizard unfastened the leash from the rabbit. "OK, Mo, I don't have much more time before my shift. Shall we start?"

"Yes." The sheep was unleashed at his turn. "Stand there, legs parted wide and arms behind your head, lamb. And you, pest, did your Master told you why you were here?" The rabbit shook his head, while his owner was placing a plastic box he brought into his paws. "Guillian told me you were a hairdresser before you became his slave." The other nodded. "Were you a good one? I want this to be done well, if you're not sure you can do the job you'd better not start it at all. I'll find someone else." Pest nodded more frantically, emitting a muffled moan through his muzzle. "Fine, I'll trust you with this. Lamb needs a clean cut. The bottom padding must go, I want it to feel the lashes if I cane it. You'll also shorten the chest and sides some, I want it to look and feel naked and I want flesh under my paws when touching it there. But don't overdo it, keep it cute and preserve the soft round shapes... a bit of wool on the outer thighs and back for the touch and figure maybe. You will not touch its head, it's perfect already. Clear?"

"Hmm mmmf!" The rabbit patted his own forearms, miming long tufts, and pointed his ankles. "Hmm?"

"Good idea, yes, you can keep some length there too. That'll look nice and be a protection when it'll get bound. Just don't make it look like a poodle."

Next, Pest turned around to point his tail with a new interrogative moan.

Moreau watched Terry's bottom ponderously for a moment, weighting his options. "Tough one... I like the cute puff, but I wouldn't mind if it was less protecting neither. Do you think you could manage something in-between?"

"Mmmhhmm!" And the rabbit opened the box to retrieve the scissors, electric trimmer and brushes, wasting no more time.

Pest was good, he worked fast, mostly with the trimmer, removing large patches of wool with no hesitation under the suspicious eyes of Moreau. As Terry's cut was turning to be stylish and sexy, making him pretty and embarrassed, and was nicely following his requirements, he gradually relaxed. So far, highly careful and focused to break his terrified new slave, he had no time to concentrate on his own feelings. Now that the sheep was relatively quiet, deeply sunk into his new role, and that he had a pause himself, the wolf felt a warm, intense, satisfaction swell inside of him.

He even patted Pest on the head appraisingly at the end, before thanking Guillian and leaving back to home, keeping Terry on a much shorter leash this time as there was no reasons not to keep pushing the slave forward.

Chapter 9

Terry was on the edge of panic again. Back at home, the wolf had used some of his regulatory nylon cuffs to secure his ankles together and his elbows behind his back. The odd elbow-tie was uncomfortable and forcing him to present his chest, leaving his arms enough with free move so he didn't felt that restrained... while actually keeping him unable to reach anything with his paws, highly helpless. While he was standing before a seat, Moreau had then prepared a few toys, one of which especially fascinating him and the reason for his trembling: a long, thick, silvery vibrator.

The wolf came back with his last item, a red ball-gag. "Ah, I see you're anxious about losing your anal virginity. Don't worry, I'm not planning to force anything under your tail today, you are still too nervous not to get hurt." Terry felt a huge relief, but couldn't voice how grateful he was as the rubber ball was pushed into his muzzle. Quite large, it was filling it tight as the wolf carefully adjusted its position and stuck it well behind his teeth. He tightened the strap to lock it firmly there. "I don't imagine you are used to have large things in your muzzle: your jaw will probably strain soon. This is part of the exercise. If you really hurt make noises to warn me, otherwise the trick is exactly the same as with your rear later: the more you tense, the worst it gets. All you have to do is to accept quietly the discomfort. Refrain from chewing on the gag, relax as much as you can and it will go well."

As the wolf sat comfortably beside him, Terry tried to swallow but his locked tongue was not allowing him to. He nodded silently to show he understood and did his best to slow down his breathing. The wolf was tugging on his balls so he could secure a rubber-band around his sac and trap them tightly down it. Next he unsheathed him and added a second band to the root of his soft penis, that he folded in a 8 to make sure it bit the flesh tightly instead of being lose. Forgetting about all his efforts on breath control, the sheep was nearly panting, oppressed, being sexually touched like this by an other male for the first time of his life.

He was distracted out of it when Moreau caught one of his nipples and pinched it between his index and thumb's claw to pull upward. He stretched in an attempt to follow the move but the wolf used more force until he moaned pleadingly in pain. Moreau stopped increasing the torment but kept the pressure. "That painful? If you calm down I'm sure you can cope with it." Terry tried to control himself, and, indeed, if the mistreatment was painful it was bearable with a little effort. Seeing him calm down, the wolf let go of his nipple. He sighed in brief relief but got the other nipple pinched right away. More brave this time, the sheep closed an eye and just let out a short groan. "There we are. Good boy."

Moreau took the vibrator and turned it on, then he grabbed it and the sheep's penis together and held it there, vibrating his cock and balls while his free paw was caressing his bottom and toying with his tail. Terry felt himself blushing a lot again as he realized how, despite how uneasy he was and his lack of sexual attraction for the other male, the strong mechanical stimulation was making his body react out of his control. Slowly, due to the clinching rubber-band more than his attempts at self-control, he was hardening in the wolf's paw. To achieve the humiliation, that's right when the gag started making him drool all over his chest. "Hmmmfh... mmm..."

"It's allright, lamb. Stay with me, I have more to tell. One of the things you'll learn over time is to enjoy some pain. It's an acquired taste and I know how intimidating it can be but, don't worry, I'll go gradually. Today you're getting a first taste but I will not inflict you anything worse than what I did to your nipples, so don't panic. Be a brave little sheep." Terry was panting for good now, both from the stress and stimulation, tugging a bit in his restraints and his drooling getting worse and worse.

There was nothing he could do, so he surrendered, feeling his cock engorging very full and the pleasure raising. He had to accept he'd cum from the hands of a male. Only it didn't happen. Just when he was moaning and arching, getting to the edge, the wolf let go of his length and stopped the vibrator to discard it. Taken by surprise, Terry couldn't decide if he was relieved or disappointed. But it was far from finished. The wolf collected the pre he had produced to rub it over his nose, forcing him to breath the scent of his own lust, then poured a line of lube along the top of his cock. He coated it gently with his fingertips and, without warning, gave the sheep's bottom a first good slap.

Moreau stroked the sheep's cock at a quiet pace while spanking his regularly. Each cheek at its turn. Controlled slaps strong enough to shake the round muscles but not too severe. He had not lied, that hurt but that was bearable, especially with the predictable pattern of it and the distracting tease at the same time. Again, Terry felt himself losing control and climbing the slope of pleasure but this time it took a lot longer. Attentive and visibly skilled, the wolf was slowing down as he wanted more, keeping it unbearably slow, giving him just enough stimulation to prevent his pleasure from declining. The duration of it allowed more and more spanks to land, the sheep's bottom soon in fire, each new slap stinging more than the previous one. Still, as it was slow and gradual, the intensity of the suffering was quite constant despite the pain raising, a distinction that was brand new for him to discover.

If he did his best to preserve his last remains of dignity at first, it didn't last long before Terry got vocal, letting out muffled pleads and short noises of mixed need and distress. At long last he got close to the deliverance of climax but once more the wolf stopped right at the edge, denying it. Instead of the explosion of pleasure, the sheep felt his tied balls caught and pressed firmly. The unexpected and urgent pain drilled deep in his belly and he tried to bend over but was held back, and half choked, by his collar. Fortunately the torture was brief. Already a couple of fingers were lightly coming back to caress under his cock's tip while a new slap was landing on his bottom. That's when he understood the predicament he was in.

Moreau played with him for a bit more than a full hour, soon getting used enough to his plaything's reactions to manage getting him even closer from the edge and keeping him there. A few times he got close to lose control, but replacing the ball-squeezing with a few light slaps onto them prevented the accident. To avoid ravaging the woolly bottom, he slowed down the spanking after a while and even stopped it a few times to let it recover. Still, the poor sheep got no rest, his nipples receiving some attention when his buttocks were not and the teasing kept steady and relentless. By the end of it, Terry was a miserable mess, trembling, dripping drool from his muzzle and pre from his tip, giving his master his best distressed moans. Any shyness about being pleasured by a male was long gone, the sheep absolutely desperate in need and willing to do anything for those last few firm strokes he was never allowed to get.

"That will be enough for a first time." Moreau stopped, collected the dangling rope of pre in his paw and wiped it onto Terry's nose again. The sheep had a pathetic muffled plead when he understood he'd be kept in agonizing frustration. "No, lamb. A needy slave is an eager to please one, denial will help with your training. You're not getting to cum any time soon, boy..."

Terry lost it there, the stress and vulnerability allowing all his built up tension to express itself: he suddenly and unexpectedly broke in tears. The wolf wrapped his arms around him and pulled him onto his lap, close against his chest. "It's OK, let it flow. Cry as much as you need, it will make you feel better." The voice was reassuring, the wolf sounding compassionate but not shaken at all by the sudden outburst and his big paw caressing the sheep's cheek. Abandoning his last restraint, Terry cried all the tears of his body onto the big chest, shaken by uncontrolled sobs.

Then he calmed down some, feeling exhausted. Moreau gave him some more time before he pushed him onto his own spot on the seat, waking up the pain of his abused bottom, and stood up. With a warm smile, he undid the ball-gag. The sheep was not too sure of what happened and what to say now, feeling like he had to apologize.

"You drooled all over my shirt."

"I... I'm sorry Master..."

"You have no reason to be. What happened to you is what we call a 'decompression'. As impressive as it may seem, it's in fact very sane, especially for someone as shy as you who tends keeping too much inside without usually letting it out. Do you feel better now?"

"Yes, I think Master. Shaken, but OK."

The wolf left to get himself a clean shirt, still talking from the distance. "Good. I have a last thing to settle with you but it's stress-less and will only take a minute, then we're getting out for lunch. That'll give you some rest to recover."

Once changed, Moreau came back with a box. He set it aside the time to remove the rubber-bands from Terry. "That will sting," he warned, and indeed the cutting feeling when the blood rushed back where the rubber bit made the sheep grind his teeth. Then he opened the box and put on rubber gloves that were inside. "Do you know 'Nolies' chastity devices, lamb?"

"No Master."

"Then I'll explain them to you so you don't get scared. It can be impressive but is safe and painless." As he talked, the wolf took more things from the box and sprayed some antiseptic all over the sheep's cock. "In your penis, you have the urethra that goes up to your bladder. On the way, when passing the prostate gland, an other little duct joins it. That's the seminal duct and it's where the sperm comes from when you ejaculate." The wolf opened a sterile pocket to extract something looking like a plastic-coated wire with a round end which he connected to a tiny box. "Now, I will insert this auto-guided catheter through your urethra and let it find its way to your seminal duct. You will barely feel it. Once there it will deposit a round chip about the size of a sand grain inside you. It's just placed there, it does nothing to you at all. The point is I can detect the presence of this chip with a special tool and if you ejaculate it will get ejected from you and you will be unable to put it back there. In other terms, I'm not putting you into a chastity cage but you are forbidden to play with yourself and, no matter what you do, if you disobey I will know. And I assure you you'd be in great trouble. Do you understand?"

"I understand, Master."

Terry had a moment of anxiety when the catheter was inserted into his urethra but the thing was thin, flexible and well lubed, and both the wolf and automated guiding system were careful. As promised, he barely felt it and it was over soon.

Chapter 10

Terry was led on the leash toward the mess again. Moreau had cleaned him up from the drool with a towel but avoided removing the pre from his nose and the scent was lingering there. After the insane teasing session and now the "decompression"'s episode was over, the urge was coming back and, semi-hard all the way, he couldn't think of anything else. His bottom was still burning and walking was a pain too, to add to his misery.

As humiliating as it was, meeting the wolf's colleagues turned out to be a welcomed distraction. This time the mess was full, almost exclusively with Securex officers with or without their slaves. The sheep was not expecting them to be so many but their look was even more impressive: not a single average guy there. Like Moreau and Guillian, all the Securex crew seemed to be amiable though-guys. There were even a few ones as impressive as the wolf, although he was clearly in the "top tier". Most of them were males and most of the slaves females, yet with enough homosexual pairs to surprise Terry who used to know no gays at all back home. Thinking better about it, it occurred to the sheep that maybe he knew more of them than he believed but they just were not openly so.

He had a short time to notice how slaves where queuing at machines to bring food to their Owners, then stood by the table for the service without eating with them... then he was noticed and surrounded by curious officers who rubbed and poked him from everywhere while congratulating Moreau about his cute new belonging. Lost in all that, he could only bow and mumble greetings again and again. Fortunately it didn't last long before a sounding "Hey, Mo! You'd better hurry they're getting short on fish-sticks!" interrupted.

That was Guillian, who waved from his table. Moreau smiled. "Well, I have to go." He pulled Terry to undo his leash and gave him a plastic card. "Fish-Sticks, spinaches, tomato-salad, two breads and a yogurt. And a green can."

"Yes Master, right away." And Terry trotted to the line while the wolf joined his lizard friend.

There were in fact several lines, not all serving the same meals but he would only discover that later. As he was hesitating on the one to choose, he felt his arm caught and was pulled toward one. Giving him a smile though his muzzle, Pest placed a tray into his paw and directed him to the last line still having fish-sticks.

By the time they reached the right machine, the rabbit had managed to cheat with the dispensers' "program for healthy dietetics" by trading one cheese for an extra dessert with another slave despite his inability to communicate in other ways than by enthusiastic gesticulations. Terry started to suspect he was already used to the speech-restriction. By the way, the machine was almost empty, containing only two plates of fish. Pleased with his luck, the sheep put his card in the slot and reached for the selection-pad. Pest caught his paw mid-way, gave him a mischievous grin, then entered a wrong number instead. The distributor buzzed, an apologetic message popping on the screen to explain it was out of this product. The rabbit entered a new wrong number, with the same result, and again and again. At the fifth attempt, the message changed: "Dear customer, you exceeded the authorized number of invalid selections and are slowing down the line. #17 'fish sticks' have been automatically selected for you. In order to compensate for your inconvenience, 10% of this meal's cost will not be debited from your card".

Terry got his order, while glancing impressed at the rabbit who was happily giving him a thumb up. "Wow, thanks. You're tricky." Pest returned a "this was nothing" shrug and somehow got his hands onto much more paper-napkins that allowed or necessary, just because he could, before going to the table. The "green can", the sheep's last item to retrieve before he followed, was big and non-descriptive... but also came with what looked suspiciously like a dog bowl. He guessed that would be his own lunch.

Moreau couldn't help a smirk seeing Pest setting the two desserts and 3 inches tall pile of napkins in front of his Master. He was about to make a mocking comment when he noticed that, the rabbit being the sharing kind, his own slave had him just as well furnished in the stain-wiping department. Observant and learning fast, the sheep was imitating the others and set the meals nicely, standing in a correct pose at his left side and remaining ready to make himself helpful.

There was not much to do for Terry, safe remaining quiet and taking care not letting Moreau's glass stay empty. Listening the officers' discussion, he learned that ping-pong was a popular sport on the station which both liked to watch and make prognostics on. It felt wrong to him, he would rather have imagined them fans of rugby or football, but on a second thought given the space-limited nature of the colony that its number-one sport was played on a field that could fit in a kitchen was making sense. He also heard that the wolf had taken his morning so he could spend his time with him but that he was denied the full day and wondered about what his afternoon would be like, then.

Eventually, the easy job got unexpectedly harder: the water-jug was only half full when Guillian and Moreau took place at the table and they emptied it. The lizard not finishing his glass yet, Pest, who was bored by ping-pong and used enough to his task to daydream, didn't notice. And so the wolf's glass remained empty for a while, Terry getting increasingly uncomfortable. His Master had noticed already but was hiding it in order to observe his reaction. It's the lizard who eventually pointed a finger to the glass. "Hey there, lamb, are you sleeping on the job?"

The tone was gentle, but the sheep was like paralyzed. Snapping out of his distraction as he understood what was happening, Pest swiftly reached for the jug, intending to go refill it, but Moreau caught it first. He handed it to Terry. "It did well actually. During its breaking I specifically forbid it any initiative." He pat the sheep's back lightly. "Good boy. Now go and refill the jug."

Terry ran for it, very happy that this time he managed avoiding a mistake and doing the right thing.

The rest of the lunch happened without incident but as some other officers finished eating and he spied what was going on then, he grew pretty uncomfortable. Unavoidably, Guillian and Moreau finished too and the feared time happened. Both masters opened their respective green can and poured a greenish, gruel-like thing into their dog-bowls. They added water up to an engraved line and placed them down the floor at their side. Like the others before, Pest got down his paws and knees to dig his muzzle in the bowl as soon as he was unmuzzled and started eating fast, like an animal. Terry didn't feel quite ready for this new level of humiliation.

He looked up pleadingly at Moreau, who pointed an imperative finger down. "Ah, since you are discovering this, lamb, here's how it works: from the moment the bowl touch the ground, you are given two minutes to enjoy your meal before it's taken away, finished or not. You also get fed only twice a day, breakfast and lunch, so I would get what I could if I was you. As you were unaware of the rules, I'll be kind: the two minutes only start..." He looked at his watch "...now."

The sheep had a last hesitation, having a hard time bringing himself to do that, but the prospect of starvation, assuming there was no additional punishment if he didn't eat, and knowing that soon or later he'd have to do this anyway made him cave-in. He prostrated onto the floor and, crawling, tasted the stuff with a bit of disgust. Surprisingly, this food was not bad at all. Slightly crunchy in a way reminding fresh salad, juicy, with a pleasant herbal taste and filling, it would even have been downright enjoyable in other circumstances. The humiliation, on the other hand, was as terribly degrading as he expected. Feeling, wrongly, like everyone was watching him, muzzle right beside the boots of his Master and bottom perking in the air behind himself, he licked and tried at least not to get his face messy.

Not only the attempt to keep clean was a failure but as, he was going too carefully, he didn't eat more than half of the bowl before being pulled back up by the collar. Pest had not been that picky and his own bowl was sparkly clean since a moment already. He had green stuff all over his face, that he purposely had waited to clean up so the sheep could take example on his technique. He proceeded wiping himself with his paws from the back to the front, licking his fingers regularly. It took him little time to get rid of it and locked back into his muzzle. Terry imitated, less fast and efficient but still managing decently. The green stuff was not sticking and he ended clean soon, even if with the wet muzzle and no mirror to check he was not too sure to be.

"Do you remember where was the coffee machine before which you were shaved, lamb?"

"Yes Master."

"That's where you will find me: clear the table, you will follow pest to find where everything goes. Then you can use the bathroom if you have to. And you come back."

"Understood."

Chapter 11

Leashed and walked around again, Terry discovered new streets and had his first opportunity to see a mine. A huge, seemingly endless well, with so much raising dust it looked a little like an active volcano, huge hoists, miners going around everywhere. But the most impressive was the deafening noise around the place. Given the poor sonic isolation of every building he couldn't believe he didn't hear anything before: the reason was the shape of the mine was directing most of the noise straight up and so it was fading out fast if you were not very close.

"Are you bringing me to your work, Master?"

"No lamb, maybe when I'll do paperwork or training, but on the field I don't want to be encumbered with an untrained civilian. But you'll see the office, I'm not ready yet to leave you alone at home."

The sheep remained pensive a moment. "Do sir Guillian bring pest to his work?"

"No, he doesn't. No Securex officer parade his slave while on duty, except for the quiet exceptions I told you about. Why the question?"

"I was curious, because when he told you about the accident with pest, it sounded like it happened at work."

"Ah, I see. Well an officer gets automatically back on duty when trouble happens in his vicinity. That's what happened: he brought pest with him to a bar during his free time, then... unexpected developments made it so he got an extra shift without having the time to bring it back home."

"Oh, I understand better now."

"Don't stress about that. Since you're less noisy than Guillian's brat, there's no reason the same ever happens to you. I'll keep you away from the unsafe spots."

"Thank you, Master." He kept pondering some. "Master? How about yourself? You... you are exposed to dangerous peoples at work, aren't you?"

Moreau stroked the sheep's head, grinning. "You could say that, yes: I'm spending my days around the most vicious specimens of the colony. Luckily, they're all in my team."

The office's main room was an array of cubicles, each with identical and cheap furniture yet each different depending on its inhabitant: from orderly to chaotic, with paper piles or decorations, crowded or seemingly abandoned long ago. Terry recognized many of the officers he already saw at the mess earlier. He was brought to one of the cubicles which was overflowing with papers and old boxes of food... and even dirty laundry! Well, not the whole of it: in a corner, clearly delimited by invisible straight frontiers, there was a one meter and half wide island of cleanliness and neat order.

On the other side was a large, disheveled, badger who turned around when they entered. He welcomed the wolf with a cordial smile and shook his paw. "Hey, Mo. I see your birthday came early this year!" He grabbed Terry by a horn to turn him around for a better view, almost lifting him from his hooves a couple of times.

"Its name is lamb. Say hello to my friend Rocko, boy."

"H... hello, Sir Rocko."

"Don't let the badgerish appearances fool you, Rocko is a pig. He has a lot of good sides too. Anyway, since I share my office with him, swiping his rotting leftovers before I fall from septic shock can greatly improve my life expectancy. This is where you intervene."

Rocko chuckled with good humor. "Listen to your Master: tactful as a bag of bricks."

"...says the guy who evacuates protesters through closed doors."

"It only happened once."

"Twice."

"Nah, the second one was a window."

"A door window. By the way Rocko is on radio-standard duty today and he kindly volunteered..."

"...was volunteered..."

"...and I kindly volunteered him to watch over you and make sure you are kept busy until I return."

The badger pushed Terry gently with his elbow. "After all, slavery under Mo can't be fulltime fun and sodomy, right?"

The wolf shook his head in play consternation. "It's a good point, actually. Your non-sexual duties are important too, lamb, and I want you to take them seriously. You will be good and hard-working with Rocko." He handed the leash to the badger. "See you this evening, boy. And thanks again, Rocko."

"Don't mention it, 'tsa pleasure."

Terry watched his Master walk away... and jumped with a surprised yelp when the thick badger paw slapped his bottom firmly. "'K, cotton-butt, let's get to work. First you sort the papers by dates and colors so I can tell you what gets to the trash and what must be archived, that'll make us room for the next steps."

"Yes-Sir!"

Chapter 12

Even if the cubicle was a mess, given its size Terry was not expecting to need the whole afternoon to perform his task. He was wrong. Being on schedule even proved to be a challenge. By the end of the day the sheep had carried cubic meters of various, sometimes ugly, things to the trash, sorted more than his own weight in paperwork, scrubbed the floors with soap twice to get all the stains out, done about one week of laundry in the bathroom's sink, found back 4 screws and thus repaired the sinking side of the desk and Rocko's chair's back, dusted, prepared 5 coffees, extracted enough crumbs to make a whole loaf of bread from a keyboard, cleaned up the badger's boots (still on their wearer) so he didn't had to do the floors again and successfully performed a "ninja commando" operation to steal Jones' stapler while the guy was taking a leak.

Rocko had hidden the stapler under the drawers block with his help and when questioned about the practicality of it he explained he didn't care anyway because he never stapled anything, but it was a question of principles since Jones had stolen it first and kinda was a dick so don't ask. Then he spread chocolate chips all over the clean desk, that the sheep promptly cleaned up, and when Terry's belly grumbled at the sight of food he fed him a protein-bar. The sheep had to eat from his paw but that was a lot better than from the floor.

Curious, Terry tried to learn about Rocko's radio-standard duty while working. Lacking half of the discussions since the badger used headphones, not knowing how selective his sense of direction was which altered his way of naming sectors and ignorant of the numeric codes used here and there, he was puzzled that the officer spent his time directing teams around various bars and one sex-shop. And telling salacious jokes.

This intensive maid training ended with cleaning the cubicle's walls. Starting this task, Terry noticed more and more officers coming out of the showers and leaving and guessed it was the end of the shift and his Master would be back soon. He hurried to finish.

Both him and Rocko spent a brief moment watching the now spotless workplace with satisfaction. "Good work, cotton-butt, you did it. Now look at yourself, after all the dusty work, you're not too white anymore."

The sheep examined himself and had to agree he was now probably the dirtiest thing here. "You are right, Sir..."

"'ts OK, come."

While he walked behind the badger, he couldn't help a question: "Sir? Do you have a slave too?"

"Yes, sure! Its name is vanilla and it's a sweet bitch. A collie. Why... oh, you're wondering why it didn't do the job at your place, aintcha?"

"I... I didn't meant to be..."

The badger interrupted him with a laugh. "It's all right, you can be curious. Well you saw what I made of the cubicle, right?"

"Yes Sir."

"Now consider this: I have an apartment too..."

Starting to understand, Terry made a face while trying to imagine the horror of it.

He got a playful slap on the back for it that almost sent him down his knees. "Nah, silly! It's quite clean! But let's say vanilla has enough work there without being able to spend its time here."

"Oh... I understand."

They arrived to the showers where Terry had a anxious time, all surrounded with naked officers with no protection from his Master. Fortunately nothing "inappropriate" happened, the worst he got being a joking tease from a horse about not dropping his soap, to which the badger replied with an equally joking one about the horse not being able to eat solids for the next months if he approached the goods. That made everyone but Terry have a good laugh. Good sport the horse lent his shampoo and a spare towel. Under the warm water, the sheep even managed to relax for the first time in a while.

He was feeling clean and somewhat accomplished when brought back to the cubicle, followed by last jokes directed at the badger for not showering as well again. Moreau was there, leaning against the wall and waiting, still wet himself: there was two blocks of showers, initially planned for males and females but eventually used indifferently given the lack of females, which is why they had not crossed each-others. The notion the wolf could get the wrong idea nearly triggered a new nervousness attack but he smiled to the duo soon enough to stop it.

"I'm honestly impressed. I was hoping you'd manage to make the cubicle somewhat habitable, but this... It's like Rocko never existed!"

"Woe and desolation, your sheep turned our place into a clinic! I'll have to pee in every corners to give it back some soul."

"He he, was it any trouble?"

"Nah, it was a good boy. No trouble at all, I'll babysit it for you again anytime. 'tsa sweet thing."

Chapter 13

Moreau went directly back to the mess for dinner. Terry was already taking his marks as he kept being brought there and found himself surprisingly at ease. He would never have thought he could end in such situation and even less that some of it would start feeling normal after only one day. Guillian and Pest were not here this time, which helped because he had no guiding rabbit and thus needed to focus on solving a few small things all by himself. As stated earlier, he was not fed this time and his belly resumed growling as watching his Master eat reminded him how hungry he was. The wolf just told him he'd get used to the new feeding rhythm in a few days and let him drink a bowl of water.

Back to the condo, the sheep was starving but relatively relaxed. He watched his surroundings, getting himself to the idea this was now his home: in his previous visits he was so terrified that he was discovering the place only now despite he already spent a few hours in it.

Back on earth that would have been a small apartment but for the colony it was probably spacious. There were the main room, a tiny, all in plastic, bathroom and an odd small bedroom/kitchen. Later Terry would find how this was common here: living isolated in a dome on an inhospitable planet was making socialization especially important for morale and all apartments had a nice salon fit for welcoming guests as their central feature. Given the lack of space, everything else was as packed together as possible. Everything was foldaway and any space large enough to fit a drawer was indeed a drawer. There were windows but they were elongated lines at the very top of the walls, letting light in without compromising intimacy. The place was clean and orderly, had a warm, brown, wallpaper and, which was probably an highly expensive luxury here, a genuine parquet.

Moreau had been removing his uniform while his slave was looking around. As he kept stripping, the sheep understood he was not just changing to other clothes and his recently found serenity was instantly washed away. Since the wolf had been patient and gave him time, he had forgotten that he was still to face the part of his position he was the least comfortable with. His legs were shaking again when Moreau came back to him naked safe something looking like military dog-tags at his neck. He couldn't help glancing at the black crotch, panicking already at the size of the canine penis... and it was not even fully hard yet.

Given his face, reading his mind was not an amazing feat. The wolf chuckled. "With enough patience and lubrication, I assure you it will fit entirely in you without tearing anything. However, remember what I told you this morning: your rear is safe for today and there's no point in fearing now what will only happen later." Terry could barely manage to nod while his Owner sat comfortably, spread his legs, and pointed the spot of floor right before himself. "Come kneeling here."

Mortified but submitting, the sheep obeyed. He was keeping his chest and head a little pulled back and avoiding eye contact, but a strong paw grabbing his horn forced him to straighten and face the wolf's sheath and balls inches from his muzzle. "Don't escape."

"S... sorry Master."

The wolf released him. "Unsheathe me, my knot is starting to feel tight."

Terry reluctantly reached trembling paws and, very carefully, eased the red cock free. The wolf's soft fur there was warm and he could feel the member under it reacting to his touch. Still partly flaccid, it flopped down when out and the sheep closed his eyes as tight as he could with a groan when the tip felt onto his nose.

The wolf let it there a little, leaving a wet spot and making him smell the faint musk of it, then started stroking himself to hardness while playfully teasing the sheep's nose and then lips, making him shiver and moan in distress. Eventually he caught his non-tagged ear and forced him to push his mouth against his sac, resting his whole length along his nose and between his eyes. "Open your eyes."

"Mmhhh..." All his body tensed hard, fists clenched, hart pounding too fast and hard in his chest, Terry slowly opened his eyes and glared, cross-eyed, at the cock on his face, looking miserable.

Still holding the ear, Moreau made him slightly move back and forth, to enjoy being caressed by the wool. "There there, calm down. Breath slow and relax your muscles."

The sheep was on the edge of crying but he did his best. He couldn't fully calm down, only managing to control his breath and tension partially.

"That's better. I'm proud of you lamb, I know you are making a great effort for me here." He caressed the ear with his thumb and let go of it, the slave didn't try to escape and looked up at him from below. "Now, you are trying to block it out so badly you don't even allow yourself to notice it is not that horrible. Stop escaping, listen to your senses and feelings."

Terry had difficulties abandoning his last mental protections, it took him a moment. The wolf waited patiently, not pushing him. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened back. It was true that when you analyzed the facts coldly, it was not such a big deal: he didn't like having a penis poking his face but that was hardly painful or dangerous and he trusted the wolf would not make it become so, for now. "Wh... what am I becoming?"

"A loveable object of pleasure sharing a quiet and intimate moment with me. It's a humble work but it's a constructive one."

Stated this way, it didn't felt that dirty or low. It even had a positive tone he liked and he couldn't find an argument against this description despite some part of himself hellbent to refuse it. Some inner walls crumbled softly as he found out accepting was easier than resisting and some weight lifted from his chest. He unclenched his fists. "O... OK..."

"Good boy. Now show me what you can do with your tongue."

Terry pulled his head back a little, hesitated again but this time more because he didn't really know how to do than because he didn't want to, then took the knot between his fingers to angle the wolf's cock and experimentally licked at it. It was warm, smooth, clean and tasteless. Reassured, he kept at it, lapping like with a lollipop. The wolf sighed and relaxed, let him do for a long moment and... nothing much special happened for a while. After some time, the sheep even wondered if nothing more was supposed to normally occur.

The wolf eventually let out a pensive "Mmmmh... Try sucking it, maybe?" Terry shifted position and gently shoved a couple of inches into his muzzle. That too was unfamiliar to him, he only knew he had been instructed to suck and had the vague notion he was supposed to move his head up and down, so he did... with the same lack of results as before.

After one more long moment, the wolf pushed him away with a finger on the forehead. "Too soon, I guess. Well, maybe you are better with your paws. Try it." That last attempt took a lot less time: Terry understood he was miserably failing at pleasuring the wolf and when the first stokes seemed useless, desperate to make it work, he got more vigorously at it. Moreau winced, caught his wrist to stop him and that was it for the night. "This will take more work." He got up and set a small carpet to the floor. "This is your bed, lamb. Get onto it, and stay there until I call you tomorrow."

Taken aback by such unexpected ending, the sheep went to the bed silently. He expected to feel relief from getting it so easy but he couldn't shake himself out of the impression he disappointed Moreau. The wolf was not showing it, as quiet and ever, making no reproaches...

"M... Master?"

"Yes?"

"Was I... bad?"

"Terrible." The wolf chuckled and came closer to stroke his head reassuringly. "This is new for you and I can't expect you will be good at everything on the first try. That you got comfortable with being used by me is already a huge step forward, you can be proud of yourself."

"I... I... Maybe I could try again? Please Master, if you just tell me what I did wrong I will do my best to improve..."

"Shhh lamb. I am not disappointed with you at all and I have no plans to return you for defect, you have to be less insecure and face your imperfections without making them the end of the world. You had a full day already and tossing too much training at you at once will only make you learn nothing, that's why I'm not starting more today. But you will learn, don't worry. Now you sleep, I want you well rested for tomorrow."

"Y... yes Master."

"Sweet dreams, lamb."

Even if Moreau used to get to bed early, today it was especially so to accommodate the exhausted sheep. He was tired as well anyway, having had his share of tension keeping the boy under control to force him fully into his new role without losing him to panic and building some first roots of trust. He tried to read a little without managing to concentrate on the book, then turned off the lights. Despite the somewhat frustrating lack of sexual talents of the sheep, and he was not too sure yet where to start from to cure it, he was very satisfied and loved his slave already.

Terry, from his side, was finding his new life a lot more exciting than he expected and a lot worse too. He liked Moreau and was still scared of him. He had the sensation to finally be at his place and was missing his old home already. He had alternating bouts of sad and happy, starved, couldn't get comfortable sleeping curled on the floor, felt his own sexual urges coming back and had an after-taste of wolf pre in his muzzle... yet was so drained out that he felt sound asleep in minutes.

Chapter 14

Terry's second morning on Umbriel-37b was starting well: he had a good night of sleep, managed to finish his entire breakfast in the time limit and was allowed to brush his teeth. Small things were counting big when you had little, and control on nothing. Moreau had woke him up at the last moment before leaving, so they did nothing yet and he was still a bit sleepy while walking to Securex's office. Since the station was on artificial light only, it was not looking like the morning giving him the faint impression he overslept.

He was brought to a new corridor of the Securex building in front of a closed door. Three other slaves were kneeling there against the wall and bowed to the wolf. Moreau unleashed him and motioned him to take place beside them. "You wait to be called here and once back you'll wait for me to come and pick you up here too. No chit-chatting with your fellow slaves."

"Understood Master."

"See you soon."

He waited kneeling and silent there, a bit nervous, wondering what would happen. After a moment, a middle-aged rat with a Securex-branded costume different from the officers' uniform opened the door. A female collie slave, he wondered if this could be Vanilla, was with him and she left to go kneel with the group. The rat peered at a notebook. "24." And another slave hurried up to join him in. The door closed on its mystery.

It took the sheep a little while to understand the slaves were called by their number... and to find that he could not remember which was his if his life was depending on it. He searched for any reflective surface he could use to look at his ear-tag and found none, then had the idea to check the others' numbers and to get up when a non-listed one would be called.

After a while, the rat came back. "72." Terry hesitated, braced himself and was elbowed in the ribs by his neighbor, who silently shook his head, right before standing up. An other slave talked. "His Master has been called on the mine 3's accident, Sir, he will probably come later." The rat scribbled something in the notebook. "Well then, 64." The sheep looked at his neighbor who nodded enthusiastically. He got up and bowed, memorizing his number.

The rat closed the door behind them and made him stand in the middle of the room before going to his seat. There was a desk, a medical shelve and a well furnished bookshelf there. "Well, 64. It's your first visit, how do your Master call you?"

"Lamb, Sir."

"Lamb, cute. I'm doctor Theodore. 'Sir' is fine, new slaves often hesitate on the right title. Do you know why you are here?"

"No, Sir. A... medical exam?"

"There will be a basic one, but that's only part of the visit. I am here to check that everything goes well for you, to ensure your safety. We will meet often for a while as you are starting your life as a slave. If no issue arise, it will become less often later but I'll still keep an eye on you regularly. Nothing of our interviews will get to your Master's ears, you can talk freely. Also, if you feel the need for it, I can have you sent back to earth. If it's really going wrong with your Master, I can even make it happen in brief delays and without letting him see you again. Do you understand?"

"Y... yes Sir. I was told about this safety measure before I engaged. I just didn't expect you so soon."

"The first days are especially critical, this is the normal schedule. Well, first thing first, tell me how it is going with..." He peered at his notes "...officer Moreau so far."

Terry licked his lips, hardly sorting through his conflicted emotions. The rat started taking notes while he answered. "I... I think it's going well, Sir. Master Moreau didn't hurt me in any way, being a slave is new and scary but he's giving me guidance and makes me feel safe. I... I don't want to leave."

"A pleasure to hear, lamb. And how about your morale, not too homesick or depressed?"

"No Sir, I think I have been kept too busy to brood about that."

"It's a good way to prevent the issue. If you have problems with it later, tell it to your Master. We have medications that can help with those little lows, if needed."

"Understood, Sir."

"According to your files, you are heterosexual. Did officer Moreau had sex with you yet?"

The sheep blushed all red and looked down. "I... we... hem... sort of, Sir..."

"Mmm, I will reformulate the question. Did officer Moreau touch you sexually, made you touch him sexually and/or penetrated you orally or anally?"

Terry was, again, devastated with humiliation. "E... everything you said, except anal penetration, Sir."

"Did it hurt?"

"I... I'm not sure if it counts... if he spanked me and such while at it?"

"I'm only interested in pain that is uncontrolled enough to endanger you or break your limits."

"Oh... then no he didn't hurt me, Sir. He was very in control. And caring."

"Very nice. And are you comfortable with having sex with him?"

"I... I wouldn't say comfortable, Sir... But he's in control of this as well. It remains in my limits, I'm not getting hurt even if its not easy for me."

"Very well, very well. Did you had any issue with anyone else than officer Moreau?"

"No Sir, everyone I met so far was kind to me."

"So, he let you interact with the others already?"

"Yes, Sir. He has been bringing me around, in the mess, meeting a friend of his and his slave and he had a colleague watch over me here yesterday afternoon during his shift. It all went well."

"Which colleague was it?"

"Sir Rocko, Sir."

"From the ND squad?"

"The ND squad?"

"Never mind. A big, burly, badger?"

"Yes, Sir."

"And the last question, do you have any observation, wish or question on your own? Anything that comes to your mind."

Terry pondered a moment. "I like Master Moreau, Sir."

"I'm pleased to see you're acclimating so well, lamb. Now I will examine you to see if there is nothing bad you forgot to mention but unless a surprise you will be returned to your Master in a few minutes." The sheep smiled but tensed a little. "Oh, and don't worry about your spanking: you are a sex slave, a reasonable amount of scratches and bruises is considered normal and will not make me take you away from your Owner."

The exam was not long and Terry returned outside against the wall. The collie was gone already so he would probably never know who she was. Even if he was the one who answered most questions, the interview had been instructive by forcing him to formulate a few things. How definitive he had naturally been about being happy to be Moreau's property had been the biggest surprise.

The wolf came back relatively soon for him. Respecting the protocol and self-confident, he didn't ask anything nor made any mention of the interview.

"Master? What is the ND squad?"

"The 'endies'... how to make it simple for you... Well, that's officer lingo, its not an official position although everybody knows about it including the higherups. ND stands for Natural Disaster. Let's say that since we want to reduce the amount of destroyed property and hospitalized civilians, part of our work is to make sure the endies are kept away from the action. Most of the time. But when shit hits the fan and it's time to get out the heavy weaponry, those guys become very handy and you're glad to have a few ones in your team despite all the trouble."

"Wow... I didn't realize Sir Rocko was that mean."

"Rocko is not mean at all, he's just... enthusiastic. And his knuckles go a little faster than his brain."

"Are you member of an 'unofficial squad' too, Master?"

"Yes, I'm a J, for Janitor. We're the ones who are good at keeping things clean, doing a bit of diplomacy or intimidation to defuse conflicts before physical intervention is required and passing after the less subtle ones. And I often work with Leonard who is a VC. Visual Clue: huge, menacing, actually a quiet and soft guy but if he's not the one who will break your nose when you get too brawly, he's the one whose sight makes you realize your nose is at stakes and reconsider before getting the free rhinoplasty. Our job is full of amusing lingo."

"So, you are not violent when you don't have to?"

"Of course not! Our job is to reduce violence, not to be the ones causing it. There are situations when being vicious and expeditious is the only way to preserve the innocent or avoid worse escalation, so there is a part of violence. But we try to be economical with it and most of the times we manage to get even the bad guy unharmed at the end of the day."

"I understand. And how about Sir Guillian? What's his squad?"

"He doesn't have a special one, we don't name every officer style. If I had to invent one to give you the idea, I'd go for 'Meat Shield': he's fast, excellent at close range and he has a sixth sense for guessing who the madman will try to stab in a crowd and getting in the way. Not shy around danger too, he's a comrade you can rely on."

"Like for the scar he caught for Pest."

"Exactly, and knowing his dodging skills this one was some feat from Ren... if he have had any other Master, that bunny would surely be missing half its face today." The wolf sighed. "I hope he'll have the common sense to keep that little devil muzzled more often. But I'm not counting on it, he's having too much fun when it's on the loose."

Chapter 15

The discussion ended on this because they were arriving to the custody. Two rows of clean but sinister cells. Most were empty but there was one with two guys in dungarees, one of them with his right eye swollen and half closed: at the moment, they looked more like sorry schoolboys waiting before the headmaster's door than hardened criminals. In another cell, with its door open and where the duo entered, were a beautiful female ocelot officer and her male pig slave.

She didn't greet Moreau, which made Terry guess they were not meeting for the first time today, and smiled examining the sheep. "It's as lovely as you were bragging, the recruiters really spoiled you on this one, Mo."

"Yes, I'm still amazed at how good those guys are. When I answered their questions about what I wanted I was hoping they'd pick a few things they could get right in the long list but I would never have imagined they could get so close of matching the whole of it."

"That's exactly how I felt when I was given ham. For me the most impressive is not how they find the right slave, but that they manage convincing it to accept the position. I suspect Armand could be the devil himself."

The wolf smirked. "I can't figure a more rational explanation." He then patted Terry to bring him out of his reverie as he was pondering if his heterosexuality was part of his Master's specifications instead of an "accident", after all. "Morning fun and lesson before I get to work, lamb. I thought it'd be nice to play with friends since we have lots in common, that will also show you you are not alone in your situation. Ham, here, is heterosexual like you and officer Miel is training it to be used anally. You two will exercise together. Before you panic again, I reassure you: ham is more experienced than you and the large toys you will see are for him, today I'm planning to get you used to the sensation of penetration rather than to challenge your stretchability."

The ocelot pushed her pig forward gently. "OK boys, you two stand facing together. Close." She opened a bag she had brought and sorted through a few toys to get a roll of duct tape that she tossed to Moreau and two small metal bars connected together by screws on the side with protecting rubber tubes along the middle.

Terry and Ham obeyed, both as anxious. It was strange for the sheep to see his own frightened expression mirrored by another slave sharing his predicament. The ocelot was by their side and pushed them so their chests almost touched. "Open up wide and stick your tongues out." Demonstrating a skill for tricky settings and a firm hand, the ocelot managed to pull both of their tongue side by side and pressed together between the bars of the metal contraption, then tightening it to trap them. Having to tilt their head to avoid their teeth touching, the two slaves found themselves locked into a forced "french-kiss", tongues stretched and salivating too much for their comfort into each-others muzzle.

Moreau approached at his turn while Miel went preparing more toys. "Place your paws flat, palms against palms with your partner." They obeyed and the wolf tapped their hands tightly trapped together. The two looked a bit like dancing lovers now and were reminded about how public the scene was by a mocking "Ya should try breeding them, they are a cute couple!" coming from one of the prisoners. The pig's face turned crimson. The sheep was not better even if his wool made it less visible.

Miel tossed a length of rope and one of string to Moreau and went behind the pig with the same equipment in her paw. Terry felt his tail handled as the wolf wrapped loops after loops of tight string to connect it to the end of the rope. He gave an experimental pull up to check it was holding well, that made the slave moan, then walked to the cell's bars behind and attached the rope, well tensed, at the intersection of one bar and an high horizontal reinforcing band. The ocelot was doing similarly on her side.

He came back beside the slaves. "I'm making sure they don't lose balance, you can start pulling Miel."

"OK!" There was a difference on the ocelot's size that Terry noticed only now: instead of tying her rope to the bars, she had only looped it once there and was still holding the loose end. She started pulling onto it, slowly but firmly.

Feeling his tail pulled harder and harder, Ham let out an anxious groan. He made a step backward to relieve the tension, pulling Terry with him by the tongue. At his turn, the sheep felt a strong pull when his own tied tail stopped his attempt to move. Miel was still pulling, making the two boys fidget on their feet and soon briefly struggle quite awkwardly together. That's Terry who understood the way to spread their bottom despite the tied tongues was by bending down, resting against each-others for balance. Moaning, pulling down and motioning with his tied paws, he managed to make the pig understand.

When the ocelot stopped pulling to tie her rope in position, the two were in a very uncomfortable position: their chests now almost horizontal, muzzles shoved into each-others and pressing hard forcing their heads up, tails kept raised, backs well arched and bottoms perked. It was straining and tiring fast, with little way to get any relief: if one was trying to stretch a little, he was bending the other more, likewise trying to ease the stress of one tail was at the expense of the other. By pushing with their arms, at the condition the other collaborated to offer support, they could relieve their neck and upper-back but were exhausting their arms and shoulders fast. Luckily both Terry and Ham were willing to work together instead of fighting but it was hard to do efficiently without being able to communicate.

The two officers watched their rig with amusement and satisfaction.

"They seem to get along nicely." Noted the ocelot.

"Yes. By the way, if you don't mind, we'll let the stress position build up for only 5 minutes or so: mine is still a beginner."

"Of course, no problem at all Mo. Let's not traumatize the poor thing. I was expecting this anyway, so I brought a little something to make sure ham would not get too comfy if we kept it light." She went to the bag again to get herself a long feather. Spying that with the corner of his eye, the pig let out a distressed plead and squirmed, his shaking getting a groan from Terry as well. "Hush ham! Don't hurt the gentle sheep, if you don't hold yourself still you'll earn a punishment too!"

Moreau rested comfortably against the bars to enjoy the show, while Miel, taking all her time, crouched beside the pig. She traced the very tip of the feather under his belly, teasingly. Panting already and unable to see what was going on from his position, Ham shivered in surprise at the first touch and clenched his belly hard trying to lift it as far away as he could. When he couldn't escape further, the ocelot really started her game, flicking the feather fast in random patterns, toying with his navel. It took only seconds before the pig's breath became totally erratic and he began stomping and squealing helplessly. Then she also used her free paw to poke lightly at tender spots on his sides.

Miel tortured the poor slave methodically, savoring his breathless and inarticulate begging for mercy. After the belly, not staying too long on the same spot to avoid letting the pig adjust, she used the feather's edge and careful claw tips along his ribs before mercilessly going for the armpits. Those were visibly a sweet spot and the pig broke in tears and convulsing half-laughter half-cries, desperately trying to lower his arms to cover himself. Terry wanted to let him, but the ocelot was holding his elbow to prevent that from happening. All the pig's shaking was making the predicament a lot worse for the sheep who was now panting too, hurt and legs-shaking... still he didn't feel like complaining, feeling for his companion who was probably in agony already.

Moreau was appreciating the ocelot's technique. "Poor boy must be so sorry it's lacking fur: that gives you some entertaining options."

Miel smiled to the wolf, while tickling the pig's throat delicately with a finger and wriggling the feather into his ear. "It hates that." She chuckled.

"But you like it, I can see you know all its weak spots by heart already."

"Yes, I never grow tired of this. I could do it for days. Luckily for it, I'm limiting myself: I prefer doing it less often rather than leaving it any chance to get used to it."

"If you enjoy tickling so much, I bet you'd love post-climax milking. That can make a male squirm too."

Miel stopped the tickling the time to quietly walk behind the pig, giving him only a few second of rest to catch back some breath. "Oh, I do that already. You're right, it's a good one, it makes it downright ballistic!" She got a held onto the pig's left knee and pulled to lock his leg stretched. The slave trembled and whimpered, more because he knew what was coming next than because the feather was now played under his tail and at the back of his balls. Once content with the built up expectation, she assaulted the back of his knee, getting an even better reaction than with the armpits. "How much time left?"

"We are reaching the 5 minutes already."

She stopped, to the immense relief of the pig who collapsed a little, panting eagerly and still trembling. "Awww, I got my timing wrong. Too bad, I wanted some fun with its feet too."

Moreau looked at Terry to check how well he was, then shrugged. "I'd hate to spoil your fun. How about you get a short bout at it? But only one foot and keep it short. If you want I'll hold it for you so you can use both paws and do your worst for your grand finale."

"Sweet! You're an angel, Mo!"

Ham opinion probably diverging as he whined in misery. Wasting no time, Moreau came to lift and catch his foot. He struggled, for which he was not punished given the circumstances but which didn't help at all. Foot held perfectly still and offered, he became an ideal target for Miel... it was brief but insufferable.

Sympathetic, Terry supported Ham his best despite his own cramps so he could somewhat rest. He hoped they'd be freed now but this was not planned yet. Both officers were back beside their respective slave and he felt Moreau securing a belt around his waist. Unable to look behind, it's by watching what was done to the pig that he could see the belts were there to support a plastic box with a few buttons and two wires coming from the bottom. He shivered when ice cold gel was rubbed into his inner thigh, then got a large patch applied over it. Next the wolf unsheathed him, rubbed more cold gel under his length and glued a new, thin and long patch there. When he felt his Master playing with the box, he grew very worried.

"Aaahhaa..." Terry shook his bound paws and perked his bottom at the first shock in his cock. The sudden, deep, jolt was startling but didn't hurt. So after a few more ones, he calmed down. The closest way to describe it was having his penis paddled, minus the pain from the slaps. Only the impact-like sensation and quite diffuse. So that was why it was called a shock? After some more settings from the wolf, the stimulation accelerated until it became closer of a vibration. A very deep, warm, vibration that made him tense inside as well, stimulating muscles he didn't knew about. Passed the fear of the unknown, this felt rather good... and even more irresistible than the vibrator used on him last day.

It took little time before both slaves where gasping and moaning, wriggling their bottom. The settings were lowered so they were kept on their toes without risking an orgasm, to Terry's regret but without surprise. At least it was a lot less intense than the previous tease and denial session because he was relatively far from the edge: bothering, frustrating, yet somewhat enjoyable and not maddening.

The wolf stroked his cheek to get his attention. "Now everyone is in the right mood, the exercise begins." He showed the sheep a long plastic toy, basically a handle holding six evenly spaced beads on a rod, about as thick as a finger at the largest points. "See? This is your first training toy. It will be painless. You don't even require any efforts to handle it, so just relax and try having a good time."

Grinning deviously from ear to ear, the ocelot then waved a forearm-long translucent dildo more than two inches thick. "And this is your training toy, ham. You on the other hand should better remember well what I taught you if you don't want to get hurt." The pig moaned, turning red again. Once again Terry was about to pity him but there was something in his expression... he understood that the pig was humiliated but not afraid at all. Maybe even excited, which was likely the main source of his shame. If that was so, he was fine enough for the sheep to decide it would be OK not to stress for his companion and to concentrate on enduring his own exercise.

Even if he was told it would go fine without efforts from his side, Terry found it safer to follow the "the more relaxed you are, the less it hurts" hint he got in his earlier lesson. He thought about nothing but his breath, taking full inspirations and expirations and counting them, and checked if he could relax his ring. Given his lack of familiarity with this muscle, he was not too sure how to do that. He relaxed all he could in his bottom and felt his Master's paw caressing his buttock. "Not a bad try, lamb. Trying to get some advance for the next lessons already? That's good, keep at it." Cold lube was poured generously under his forced up tail and the first bead was pushed there. He managed not to tense.

The wolf didn't push in right away. First, he rubbed the lube around and teased the muscle to let Terry get used to the sensations. He gave first light pushes and twisted the bead around, more in a massaging way than trying to enter. The sheep was keeping calm, even if, due to the stress position's cramps, he was wriggling a bit from time to time. Moreau increased the electro-stimulation and gently eased the bead in. "Mmhhh..." The sheep's noise was not too oppressed. He dragged the bead back and forth inside him, avoiding to touch the inner walls, as a first gentle taste of being penetrated.

Terry was all focused on what was going on under his tail and gaining confidence as he was finding it easier to take than expected. It was intrusive and not too pleasant, making him want to go to the bathroom, but... he could deal with that. No big deal. He almost jumped when the pig squealed briefly and shook before a a stream of oppressed panting. Well, OK, the next lessons would maybe not be that easy. As the second bead was pushed inside of him, he got distracted enough to ignore the pig saliva running from the corner of his muzzle into his neck. That second one went in and out a few times, teasing and loosening his ring. A pause, more cold lube poured under his tail, and the move's amplitude increased to accommodate a third bead.

The wolf soon started to pull the rod entirely out before pushing it in again, getting a quiet but more steady rhythm. Despite how soft it was, the sheep was really feeling like he was sodomized now. With the time, he was penetrated deeper and deeper and the wolf started angling the rod to rub him inside on the way, showing him a whole new world of disturbing sensations. He was feeling his pleasure raising, still unconvinced of the charm of anal sex but forced to by the electro-stimulation, and found himself moaning when Moreau found his prostate to poke it.

Someone else was surely feeling sodomized too: the pig was groaning in rhythm and his Mistress was now showing the dildo in and out with enough strength for the sheep to feel the light shakes. Then it stopped abruptly and Miel talked. "I'm stopping there, mine will not be able to hold itself much longer and I don't want it to cum today."

Moreau slowed down the electro-stimulation once more and gave Terry's prostate a last good rubbing before nodding. "Yes, mine is starting to heat up as well. That should be enough for today's lesson." And he pulled the toy out of his slave.

The ocelot did the same, getting a last moan and sigh from the pig. "It was fun!"

The toys were discarded into a plastic bag for later cleaning up and both slaves relaxed at the relief to guess their predicament was about to end. Miel undid Ham's belt but there was still a last thing for Terry: Moreau came back from the toy bag with a slim, but still thicker than the rod, butt-plug, coating it with bluish conductive gel on the way. "It will feel a bit cold, but you loosened up enough for the size," he explained and, before Terry could stress too much, his rectum was invaded by something harder, larger, and colder than what he experienced so far. He wriggled his bottom while the wolf used a lace passing through a small ring under the toy to secure it firmly stuck in by attaching it to the root of the sheep's tail.

Next the thigh patch was peeled away, pulling on his wool a little. The electric stimulation stopped when it was gone, breaking the contact... and made the sheep yelp when expectingly returning, much more intimate, as the wire was relocated to the plug. Now the stimulation was touching two tender places at once, the wolf had to lower the setting again.

While all this was happening, Miel had untied Ham's tail. Free to move at last, he could walk closer to Terry and both straightened, recovering a lot of comfort. The ocelot unscrewed the tongue contraption while Moreau was unwrapping their paws and they could break the "kiss"... still connected by a rope of their mixed saliva for a couple of seconds. Neither slave was feeling like looking at the other in the eyes now, so it was a relief for both when Miel handed the pig the plastic bag and the toy one ordering him to go clean up and store everything.

"I'm going too, Mo, it's almost time for the morning meeting."

"Yes, go, I'll catch you up in a minute: the time to give lamb its morning schedule."

Chapter 16

"Do I even need to tell you you are strictly forbidden from touching anything I set on you?"

"N... no Master. I promise I will not."

"Good." Moreau patted the sheep's head. "Stay." And he left through the corridor, stopping on the way before the two prisoners to warn them they'd get extra time in cell if they so much as talked to or about his slave.

Plugged and "buzzed", Terry understood he was about to discover a new kind of tease and denial: while the contraption was now at turned at a moderate level, he was about sure he was not getting freed from it for at least the full morning shift of his Master. And it was impossible to forget it. It was even difficult to think of anything else. Cock standing hard and wet, he was already growing intensely frustrated and wondered if he'd be less broken by the end than he had been after the stronger but shorter denial session. Also it was only his second day and he had no clue how long his Master was planning to play with his desperation before granting him an orgasm... if he would at all. Surely he had a lot of blue-balling in front of himself.

Moreau was back already, carrying a cardboard with him. He placed it down the floor before his slave and opened it to display piles of papers. "This afternoon you'll start working at home. Meanwhile, get as much instruction as you can, that will come handy soon since you are progressing faster than I expected."

"Instruction, Master?"

"Yes lamb. Study the materials I gave you. Now I'm going to work, see you for lunch." He left without more explanations and locked the cell's door on Terry on his way out.

Curious and not wanting to take risks as he didn't know yet how much work he had in his allowed time, the sheep hurried down to his knees as soon as he was gone and started unpacking the papers.

By far the most interesting-looking one was at the top, it was a small manual about how to train slaves. Of course Terry was not expecting to ever be the training one but it was an opportunity to learn more about what was expected from him and it was probably why he had been given access to it. That was the manual number 9 and, after careful researches, he could find no others to read the starting lessons. He'd have to do with that.

The sheep did his best to get comfortable on the floor, which was not easy with the metal plug up his tail, and read eagerly. This manual was not talking about the sexual part of slavery and, to his great surprise, looked nothing remotely close to the way Moreau had trained him so far. The manual was going on about how an owner should communicate his tastes and desires to his slave, something the wolf nearly didn't do at all, so he could serve him better. The slaves described there were quite autonomous and had many skills ranging from organization to house-holding, unlike the sheep's experience to, to quote his master's words "skills a pretty dumb animal could handle". They were also using this autonomy in order to lift weight from their owners, which was making sense, doing all they could to make their lives easier and more pleasant without them having to think about it. Finding new things they could do to improve and serve rather than just awaiting orders. Terry, on the other hand, had been explicitly forbidden any initiative and was taking all of his master's free time rather than saving him any.

The more he was reading, the more confused he grew... until he got the illumination: it was the manual number 9 and Moreau had also explained how the lack of initiative was meant to be temporary. He had even hinted about caring about Terry's intelligence and wanting him to be proactive later, which the sheep had not noted back then. Thinking of it, he had awakened on Umbriel-37b starting with a panic attack and by the beginning of his second day he had been going through considerably more than he believed he could take and still was starting to find his marks and appreciate his master and new life. And built a lot of trust. Feats the wolf had performed thanks to a skilled, careful and non-stop breaking, and that would definitely never had worked so well had him just let the sheep on the loose with the instruction to "find ways to get useful".

So that was not a different take on things: that was what was coming next. And that the wolf had provided documentation with so little hints about what to do of it was obviously a first exercise in autonomy. Terry had been forced to remain passive so far and it was his first opportunity to do, rather than just accept, something for his Master. Suddenly, sitting alone before piles of paper turned into a thrilling adventure. He really wanted to ace this new test.

The other papers were a seemingly random mess of Moreau's bills, tickets, some ping-pong magazines and such usually unimportant trash one lets gathering somewhere in the attic only in case they ever are needed for administrative reasons. Now he had the enigma's key, Terry understood it also was, more importantly, loads of information about his Master. As he browsed through all that, taking comparisons and memorizing as much as possible, he gathered more and more details. For example, the mess tickets told a lot about his Master's tastes and displayed some regular habits. He was also eating more on Mondays and Wednesdays, maybe was he doing sport those days? The bills were telling his usual brands, the wolf seemed to like good quality stuff but not necessary the most expensive and showy, his sense of luxury guiding him toward the knowledgeable good taste rather than fashion or quantity. It was also giving hints about the tasks to be done at home. The sheep even made himself up to date about the ping-pong season.

Probably the least useful, but still the most fascinating, information was that his Master's complete name was Moreau-Edouard Leroi.

He had no idea yet about how he'd use that knowledge but was confident he was doing the right thing and would find ways in time. Also, being aware he should start looking for knowledge about Moreau and trying to invent his own ways to serve him, even if making them real was not yet allowed, felt invaluable.

He shivered when hearing a baton taping the cell's bars to catch his attention. Moreau was already back, he had not seen time pass by. He hurried onto his feet, feeling wet pre falling onto his legs: the studies had been a helpful distraction but he was still growing highly desperate and had left an impressive puddle of fluids onto the floor. The scent of it was filling the air. The wolf smiled to him. "Put everything back into the box, lamb. I'm finishing something and I'll get you out."

"Yes Master."

He had just finished and was standing in front of the door with the box when Moreau came back to open him. The wolf picked up the box. "We'll have to aerate after you..."

"I... I'm sorry Master."

"No, it's good. It shows the electro-stimulator has been working its magic fine. Needy boy?"

"Awfully so, Master."

"And you are still not getting any relief. But you had enough tease for now and I don't want you dripping by my side while I eat. You can go to the bathroom, remove the toys and wipe yourself clean. You will clean up the plug carefully with soap and leave everything in my cubicle on your way out. I'll be waiting for you by the door."

Chapter 17

Moreau asked no question nor made any mention about Terry's studies and the sheep remained silent since they were walking with a monstrous white bear his Master was chatting with. The wolf was nicknaming him "kid" and he was visibly a fresh officer, still owning no slave for now. The sheep thought he was maybe the "Visual Clue". He was complaining about the office showers often giving alternating icy and burning water instead of a steady average, which made the ex-plumber and wanabe-proactive slave most interested.

Entering the mess, it occurred Terry that if he was not to take initiative he was allowed to talk freely: he tried his luck at using this "loophole" when Moreau reached for his card in his pocket. "Steak, green beans, tomato-salad, two breads, flan and a green can, Master?"

Moreau only had a brief smile but the approval and satisfaction in it let the sheep know he had passed his test. He didn't even turn his head to his slave and the bear noticed nothing at all. "With no more than 3 napkins, this time. And you, kid?"

"What you're having doesn't sound bad. Make it fries instead of beans for me. And no can 'course."

"You'll take officer Leonard's order as well on my card, lamb. Go."

Glaring with pride and happiness, the sheep trotted to the line.

The bear called from a distance. "Oh, sheep! Double size for the fries, and toss an extra bread!"

He had to search for his master who was not at the usual table. The reason was it was a table for two and, joined again by Guillian and with the bear taking the space of two, he had to find a 4 places one. After bowing to the lizard and smiling to Pest, he began setting the table while listening to the discussions.

The lizard was feeling playful. "Say, Mo, that was lamb's first night on the station yesterday and I don't see it walking funny. Reassure me, the boy's not virgin any more, right?"

Leonard chuckled while engulfing a large piece of steak. Terry was a lot less easy with that topic but his master seemed to take it easy. "I'm taking my time so I don't break my toy. I'm canine and it's a straight bottom, remember."

"OK, OK, mister reasonable. Then at least you fed it a mouthful? That can not hurt it, proteins are good for one's body."

The bear chuckled again and Terry turned several shades redder, all absorbed in the contemplation of the ground before himself. Moreau waved a paw dismissively. "I toyed a bit. It will take more training before it's fully operational."

Guillian, reading between the lines, was about to switch topic when Leonard intervened. "You should lend him pest for a demo, you keep saying its tongue is a benediction... mmm... well, when there's enough penis in its muzzle, that is. Otherwise everybody knows pest's tongue is a curse." There was an awkward silence at the table as he had just mixed together two touchy topics "...what?"

Then Guillian got briefly pensive and put down his fork. "You know what, kid? That's actually not such a bad idea..." The wolf stared in disbelief. "Wait, consider this Mo: when I first got pest, it was a rough diamond. Gifted but untrained. It was good already but I knew I was missing better... only I'm like you: we're pure tops, we're the ones putting it into the others and not the other way around. I could give it the beginner and intermediate training, but to reach expert level my teaching was insufficient. So Nathan lent me his skunkette, I locked those two in a room every afternoon for a few days and... wow!"

Moreau was ponderous. "Earlier the haircut and now this. Are you onto something Guillian?"

The lizard smiled. "I can't go under your radar for long, can I? I confess, I like you and pest a lot and it's a pain for me that there's so much electricity in the air when you two get around. I don't blame you, friend! It's true that it deserved its name lately and I understand it gets on your nerves... and I feel responsible since it's my slave. All the more reasons for it to work to make amends." Knowing his friend well, he added. "Facing its mistakes for once and spending time with a strict Master like you could only be good for pest, too."

Not understanding everything but getting that something important was going on, the bear helpfully added. "Yeah, maybe that would help preventing Guill from getting new facial scars, who knows?"

That last one was hitting exactly where the wolf's main issue with the rabbit was. The two exchanged a look, the muzzled slave realizing how his last shenanigan had endangered his master and how concern for a friend was maybe why the other had a grudge with him. Finding an unexpected hint of regrets in Pest's eyes made Moreau's determination to refuse wobble. "Mmmm... I'm not sure I want lamb to take pest as a model."

Guillian pushed it. "Give it a chance. Pest has issues with its self-control but deep down it's a lovable slave. It's fun, it's enthusiastic, and it's loyal. It knows its important for me and will not mess this one, I assure you it will share no bad habits with lamb. Cock-sucking skills only."

"Mmmm... I want your authorization to tan its sorry bottom if it causes any trouble."

"Deal. You will not have to but you have my benediction. You can leave it unable to sit for a week and I'll ask no question." He offered his paw.

Moreau had a last hesitation, then shook it. "Changes of plans, lamb. You will not learn house-keeping today."

The tension had faded away around the table. Leonard looked at the wolf, then the lizard... then pointed to Guillian's plate. "Will you eat this?"

The other was planning to but given what Leonard had candidly managed to achieve, he heartily surrendered the meal. "Stuff yourself, kid. A refill of fries with that?"

Chapter 18

Moreau was walking with Terry at one side and the now unmuzzled Pest at the other. If the wolf and rabbit had tacitly agreed to give each other a chance, trust was far from flooding from either side: the master was intently monitoring the boy for any attempt to step from the line and the slave was far from secure knowing himself at his mercy. Terry kept silent as well, feeling the tension and suspense: he too was more or less expecting Pest to be true to his reputation and to do or say something provocative at the first opportunity.

It didn't happen. The rabbit was scared, which usually would rather have worsen his behavior than helped, but most of all he was not wanting to disappoint Guillian. So he was displaying exceptional self-restraint and keeping a low profile for once. Moreau had to admit that when he was dropping the attitude, he was cute: with an even lighter build than Terry, he was all soft from his long ears to his pad-less paws, with a pleasant delicate quality. That was no wonder the lizard liked him so much if he was expressing this side to him.

The sheep felt a possible decrease of the ambient pressure and tried a diversion. "So, you trained with a female, pest?"

The rabbit looked at Moreau first, keeping his ears humbly flattened to be sure it was not taken as a provocation. The wolf nodded. "You are allowed to talk." Pest relaxed faintly. "Thank you, Sir." And he turned back to the sheep. "Yes, her name is sweets... Her Master is working at the est sector now, so we don't see often anymore, she was very friendly. It was icky to be touched by a girl but she was a good teacher and helped me to serve Master Guillian better, I'm grateful."

This was the first time Terry was hearing his voice and it sounded exactly as impish as he imagined. That he had the chance to get oral from a nice female and found it icky struck the sheep as a terrible waste, which made him realize how himself had not been so comfy getting his master's penis in his muzzle while many gay bottoms would surely have dreamed to take his place.

As he was pondering that, the rabbit talked again. "You look pensive. Intimidated?"

"A... a little yes. How is the training supposed to be done?"

Pest licked his lips and peered at Moreau from below, walking on eggs again and choosing his words carefully. "It depends on what Sir Moreau will find acceptable. Hum... experimenting with the real stuff is good training but I will not touch you if I am not allowed to and we can have you working on toys if it's... more appropriate."

The wolf nodded once more. "Flesh is not the same thing as silicon and knowing the sensations will help lamb, this is reasonable. You will be allowed to demonstrate on him and to make him practice on yourself."

Pest noticed how the Master was granting him some options and refraining from harassing him with rules and recommendations as he'd have imagined. As a token of goodwill, he stated what he thought to be the obvious rules and expectations by himself. "Thank you, Sir. I will not allow myself to take advantage of your trust. No fooling around. I understand that both of us will deserve punishment if any cums, and that I am not to use your property for my personal enjoyment but shall only touch him and be touched by him for educational purpose. I also promise not to teach anything else than what you order me to, and... and to do my very best to show a good example while allowed around him."

Moreau reached for Pest's head, which made the rabbit cower briefly, and stroked him lightly between the ears. "Good boy."

Not knowing how to react to that without his usual bravado tactics, the slave had an hesitation and then turned back to Terry fast. "You... you'll see I'm not too big... Easy for training... 'just saying, so you don't stress too much."

Chapter 19

Moreau had left for work after dropping the two slaves at his home. His curiosity was piqued as he was starting to sense something more complex under Pest's façade of an awful brat, without having the keys to decipher much yet. The notion he could be misjudging the boy was especially bothering him: he had a strong personal policy for accepting his own mistakes and facing them graciously to repair and learn what could be, so he was easy with being proved wrong but hated to be left in doubt with so little details.

The afternoon shift was quiet today, so when he had time he pulled out his PDA to browse through Pest's personal files...

"Hello?"

"Officer Crowel?"

"The very one."

"Hello, officer Moreau on the line. You may remember me, we met once during..."

"...the miners riot, last summer, mine 1. Hell if I didn't forget you! When someone catches a Molotov right before it crashes in your face you tend to remember him! What can I do for you, Mo?"

"It's a personal matter, I'd like some informations about a friend's slave."

"I'm not sure I'm the best person to tell you about your sector's slaves, but I'll try my best. What's its name?"

"Pest."

"Pest is still a slave on Umbriel?"

"Yes, it has been re-attributed after you. I guess it must be an uncomfortable matter but could you tell me the whole story?"

The other sighed. "Sure, if it's to help one of your friends. OK, where to start... I like challenging slaves: taming a struggling boy, bringing the proud down his knees, having to prove myself and earn my prize, handling the ones nobody else manages to control, all that stuff. Meek ones bore me and this way is much more rewarding and stimulating. I'm not sure you can get it, I remember you didn't seem like you'd tolerate the unruly slaves yourself..."

"I don't share the same tastes as you but I can understand. Please go on."

"All right. So I was looking for a slave with some 'fire' when I first heard of pest from the recruiters. They were hesitant, giving me lots of cautious warnings, but I think I took that more as a challenge. Also the boy had that energy... Usually I prefer bigger and stronger types but I wanted that bunny the moment I saw its defiant eyes on the demo video. They had investigated more than usual about it too because of their doubts: to make it short it had issues, not a mean boy but it kept doing the wrong choices and putting itself in trouble. It was attracted to slavery as a way to regain safer control from an external hand but was too proud and scared to face it comfortably. You know that type..."

"Yes, it's a common submissive type. Touchy, but that can blossom sanely if well handled."

"Exactly, that's what finished deciding me: I believed I could do it good, help it through the issue. But pest is not the 'common type', as you say, it's the same thing cranked to eleven. You should have seen it when it arrived! It had willingly signed the contract, it was going to the safety interviews without ever asking for his return to earth... yet it was fighting me like if it had been abducted against its will! That little fury was a pure hell-spawn, no way to reach it, impervious to discipline: if I wasn't in control enough it'd lose trust but if I pulled the leash it'd panick. And it's no-limits, all fangs-out, when scared. It drained me. I swear I felt on the edge of strangling it more than once. At some point I had to face that it was more than I could chew and that continuing with it was destructive for us both. I'm of the rare ones who ever had to return his slave, a sore disappointment and humiliation I tell you. Well, it was instructive to find my limits and going through the worst makes you stronger: I love my new slave and we're going beautifully together. Pest taught me to become a better Master and I'm sorry it went so badly for it... I sincerely hope the best for it but I would not wish it as a slave to my worst enemy. I'm amazed it's still here. Ack, sorry, I'm probably not reassuring you... So, how is it going with its new Master?"

"A lot better than I believed. Thank you Crowel, actually you're lifting a weight from my chest. And I can return the favor: pest should be out of trouble now, it still has a long way to go, but it's doing well."

Moreau smiled to himself after the call: never underestimate "meat shield" Guillian, after all wasn't the guy well known for detecting opportunities to get stabbed in the heart miles away, go for it, and come back unharmed at the end of the day?

Chapter 20

Terry looked at himself on the TV screen. Wanting to keep associating sex and helplessness or pain for his slave, Moreau had him strapped onto the cattle-frame again. This time he was lying down on the floor and the chest and neck straps had been omitted so his head could be comfortably kept up by a pair of pillows. A small camera had been pointed to him as well and was sending video to a computer that displayed it back on the screen, giving him an excellent view despite his position, saved everything for later checking by the wolf and was quite likely to be connected to his PDA. Maybe Moreau was watching too right now?

Pest came back from the bathroom, seeming towering from the sheep's point of view as he stood beside his head. "All right. I cleaned up so you are more comfortable. Are you ready?"

"Yes, it will be OK. I want to learn and please Master Moreau."

"That's the spirit!" The rabbit straddled his chest and lowered himself to sit there. "I'm not too heavy?"

"No, I'm good."

"Then first of all, show me how you do it. I want to see what you know already." He took each of the sheep's horns in a paw to offer support, not pulling yet, leaving him the initiative.

"O... OK."

Terry took a big breath and reached his muzzle forward, feeling Pest holding him there so his neck wouldn't strain. He began licking at the rabbit's sheath, noting with comfort how he was a lot less endowed than his Master. He was soft too and not reacting much... the sheep looked up for hints.

"I'm not saying anything yet. Do it your way." Helpful, he let go of a horn the time to tug his sheath down and offer a pointy and curled up pink penis.

Terry gave it a few licks too and then bravely took it in his muzzle for some sucking.

After a bit of this, Pest pulled out and pushed his head back down to the pillow, as flaccid as ever. "You can stop."

"So... how was it?"

"Errrr... you really need my help. But it's OK, I'll make a pro out of you in no time!"

"Awww, that bad? What did I got wrong?"

"Everything. OK, for one there's the way you touch it more like it was a plutonium bar than a cock. I know you are straight and it's not coming naturally, and I doubt Sir Moreau would like you to turn all slutty neither, but it's not helping to enjoy you when you look like your Master disgusts you."

"I... thought I had managed to overcome that."

"Hey, you're not too bad at it: it's just small signs, the general expression and attitude. It still shows you're uneasy, while being allowed to pleasure your Master should be a honor. You desire his cock all across your face, it's not an inconvenience. Get the idea?"

"Yes, but I can't command my own desire..."

"We'll go behavioral therapy on you: first you just make as if, and with time it'll become true. OK, not too much acting neither, I don't want to teach you to lie to your Master: just you relax, go frankly and don't be scared to get your fur gooey. And give that cock some love. You don't have to force yourself into wanting Sir Moreau happy, do you?"

"No! OK, I understand." The sheep did a second attempt, now frankly pushing his nose against the rabbit's penis and hungrily sucking hard onto him.

"Hihi, now you're overdoing it. Too aggressive. Be natural! But it's good, you manage going around your shyness, it should work fine when you'll concentrate on the techniques later. Now the second issue is... you so have no idea what to do with a dick it's hard to believe you use to carry one with you! I can tell you never received oral."

Terry blushed. "H... how do you see that?"

"Simple: you know you have to lick, so you lick... one single way to lap, no building up, aiming at what's in front of you. You know you have to suck, so you suck like it was a straw you could pull the cum out... by the way it's useless to suck that hard, the main purpose is to help your tongue and lips move and tighten and the way you do it I mostly felt your teeth. What I'm saying is there are countless things you can do but you have to be open and reactive to find them. Not do two stereotypical moves. It's an art, I want voluptuous and subtle charcoal nude and you're scribbling me stick figures. Do you understand?"

"So you're going to teach me new moves?"

The rabbit playfully pressed his paw over the sheep's muzzle. "Meep, wrong answer! That's not how it works, it's important for you to understand. If you keep thinking this as a bullet-list of instructions to follow, we're going nowhere. You'll soon know 20 stereotypical and soulless moves instead of just 2, but that will still be stereotypical and soulless moves. I will show you a lot of tricks but only as inspiration: the really important thing is that you become creative and observant."

"Wait, like house-keeping in the slave manual number 9?"

"Errr, what? House-keeping?"

"I mean it's about learning your Master's tastes and finding your own ways to fulfill them. 'There is no right or wrong styles and rules, only what works or not for you and your slave.' Like, I have to keep my eyes open, try things, search the ones that please him and build on that?"

"Yes, that's exactly that! You're understanding fast for a hopeless beginner. I like my art image better than your house-keeping one, 'though, but it's the idea. It'll be fun, you'll see, and the best is you don't even have to know stuff by hart: just follow the cock!"

"Hem... follow the cock?"

Pest pulled his sheath back up and trusted his hips forward, pushing his package onto the sheep's lips. "Observe! What does my cock say now?"

This felt quite silly. "Hem... Pest... please, it is serious for me..."

"And for me too, I'm dead serious! Master Guillian is trusting me, my cock-warmer reputation is at stake, and if Sir Moreau finds me slacking or inefficient, my ass is grass! Also this was a real question, so get back to work and answer, sheepy!"

Terry decided to give it a go. He watched at the sheath, smelled it shyly, concentrated on the touch of it. The rabbit was not showing any signs of excitation so far, and his member was mostly inert. "I... I'm trying but it doesn't look like it's telling me a whole lot. 'Lick me?' "

"Don't be silly, Alice, outside of Wonderland things are not this articulate. You where closer when saying you heard nothing: it's at rest, all quiet and lazy. Which is telling you that going trumpets and fireworks right now would be useless or even brutal and that the first step is to wake up the beast. It's also good because, right now, everything that will have effect will be easy to notice, so it's a good idea to take your time if your Master doesn't press you: lets him savor the moment longer and you get more hints."

"Oh... I must read between the lines, so..."

"Yep, and use the your worst 'physical interrogation' to get the cock to talk!" Terry chuckled. "So what do you do, now?"

"Hmmm... If I'm getting it right, well... just about anything gentle? I'm trying things?"

"Right, congrats! And remember, all my nerves don't end in the tip of my dick: I have balls, my sheath's opening itself, this sensitive areas where my thighs take root and so on. And you are not just a flat tongue: you're thousands of possible tongues, and soft lips and nose, and round woolly muzzle, and so on... Get the idea?"

"Yes!"

"So what are you waiting for, go for it! Oh, and also, variation is excellent but a body doesn't react instantly, so give each attempt a little time before changing the tease."

Terry reached his muzzle carefully and, noticing its shape was fitting just right, nudged his nose at the root and balls to caress there with his wool. He pulled his tongue to try a much more delicate tracing at the ball's wrinkles. Pest tensed a bit. "Careful with the light touches, it can tickle: you can get subtle effects by short touches at small targets but keep contacts frank."

The sheep corrected his approach and soon tried lifting the orbs gently with firmer strokes, while pushing his nose against the rabbit's root. "Yeah, good, you're trying things. Don't make too many at once but so far it's perfect." Terry noticed the sac was loosening under his attentions and looked up without stopping. Pest sighed contentedly. "Yes, it's something. Not much, mostly a reaction to warmth but it shows comfort and relaxation. Hear my quiet breathing? Keep paying attention to what's around, not just my privates. So what now?"

Terry pondered a little without stopping. "If you are at ease but not reacting a lot yet, maybe I can try to increase the intensity?"

"Right again! How about you see if you can reach your tongue in my sheath to touch the tip of me and try to entice it out?"

Chapter 21

"Ahhhahh... mercy Pest! Please if you don't stop I'll loose it!"

The rabbit delicately traced his finger along the ridge of Terry's cock-head, neatly smearing a new layer of pre there "...and, as you see, shapes are your friends too: ridges, bulges, barbs, all give different sensations you can play with." The sheep's legs were kicking in the straps and he was gasping. Pest removed his finger and let him cool down a little before moving his other paw, that was cupped under the balls with the blunt claw of his middle finger pressing just right at a tender spot of the sac. "Are you still listening?"

The two were training since a while now and Terry was progressing steadily. Pest had almost not stopped talking for the whole time, drowning his student under loads and loads of tips and details: from using your breath and wet tongue for interesting fresh and warm contrasts, to keeping paws on the inner thighs for a nice intimate touch and to detect the right muscles tense at his Master's waves of pleasure, to "structuring" by planning ahead for a nice gradation and to build up expectations. What was too simple and dull and what was too much and confuse. The art of going slow without reaching frustration or breaking the flow and of finding when it was getting close enough so you forgot about it all and gave everything you could. The rabbit was a living encyclopedia on fellatio...

Soon, the sheep had been overwhelm but his teacher had kept at it anyway. And repeated himself dozens of time, while rehearsing the practical exercises relentlessly. And eventually it started sinking in. Oh, sure, Terry was forgetting 90% of all, but some was remaining and becoming automatisms requiring less and less of his attention. And his general skill for finding a lot of possible ways to use his muzzle and let himself be directed by the faintest body reaction was increasing under the constant motivation and corrections.

It grew tiring and Pest had offered him a rest the time he demonstrated some more inspiring techniques. He was not bragging when pretending to be good and the sheep had doubtfully been able to recover or memorize any passed the first 30th second or so of it.

Rubbing some pre from his nose with some satisfaction, the rabbit looked at the time and weighted his options. "Mmmmm, good. You're progressing nicely but I'm definitely not having enough time to start about deep-throating and breath-control today. We'd better polish the bases well so you can demonstrate enough this evening for Sir Moreau to want me back soon."

The sheep, who had collapsed eyes closed, re-opened them with a sigh and swallowed. "Hfff... You told me so much already my head will explode if it's not something simple..."

"Good, you'll like it then! This is the moment when you try to forget everything I told."

"I what?"

Pest quietly came back to his straddling position and gently pushed his whole cock into Terry's muzzle to shut him up. "You heard me right. If I let you go now, you'd look like a schoolboy reciting his lesson later. Poor result! So screw everything I said before, I pestered you only to brand a tiny bit of it as reflexes: everything else was just... because I didn't know which parts you'd integrate so I had to try all I could. Now those are automatisms, you don't need to think about them anymore. And the rest, they were good advices but you'll re-discover them by yourself later now you know how to be observant. So you let them go now because I don't want you to waste your ease by thinking too much."

This was unexpected but it made sense. Terry nodded a bit, then, speaking as he could around Pest: "Sho ifh I horgeth... whash ish there shtill ho 'earn?"

"Fun, of course! Making it flow, having you enjoy the moment, keeping it fresh and vivid! What would be lovely would be if you could even get hard when doing it to Sir Moreau, but I'm probably dreaming. Anyways..." He grinned with mischief and wriggled to adjust his pose "...you resume sucking me now and I don't want you to stop to catch breath neither to have to say a single word until your Master comes back! And you'd better enjoy it..." The sheep felt warm rabbit feet pressing at the sides of his erection, agile toes squeezing nicely and making him shiver. Then fingers found his nipples and began twitching them "...because I'll force you if I have to and now you know I can!" He winked playfully. "You are allowed to imagine it's a gorgeous female that's fondling you if you like, I won't be insulted."

Chapter 22

Moreau had continued his work serenely after his curiosity had been appeased. Near the end of the shift, at a new slow period, a bored Guillian took him aside. "So, how are they going?"

"They who?"

The lizard looked at the ceiling dramatically. "The boys, of course. Mo, you have them both in a full-afternoon of action, you told me you set up a camera... and you're not even watching a little? Friend, your seriousness at work is admirable but this is unacceptably not-fun. I don't care that you're my hierarchical superior, calling the #21.12 on stripping an officer from his functions when he displays signs of insanity, I command you to turn on your PDA here and now!"

The wolf laughed. "That's #12.21 but if you insi..."

"...Turn on the bloody thing already!"

"Yes sir! He he." The wolf connected to his home computer to get a tiny video.

Guillian stretched his neck to see better, a huge happy smile on his muzzle. "Ooooh thank you so much, dear Internet, for all the hot boy on boy action... My, lamb is squirming a lot isn't it?"

Moreau turned the PDA on a side for a better view. "Is pest having its foot onto mine's balls?"

"Aaaah, my friend, it'd be hard to explain in details but I assure you your boy is not groaning in pain. I'd be more worried about your parquet: did you protect it? Because cotton-butt looks like it's dripping a lot... Whoah, I know that tongue action: surprise tongue to the balls while sucking deep, did you see it? It learned good ones already!"

"And to say your bunny promised he would only touch lamb for 'educational purposes'."

"Hey, don't be grumpy Mo, it's keeping its promise: look how easy and dedicated lamb is. That's part of what you hoped, no? One's got to do what one's got to do to manage this."

"Good point. OK, you're right, I admit pest is doing well... oh... damn, lamb can suck that deep already? The tricky little thing!"

"You have no idea. But seriously, is there a towel or something between the frame and your parquet?"

"I forgot to protect it, but who cares about the parquet if it's for such..."

"...look, they stopped and talk: put on the sound, Mo!"

"Sure, hold on."

Pest got up, wiped his feet with his paw the best he could and trotted away, to come back soon with a glass of water. He helped lamb to drink, kneeling by his side, which took a little of time because the sheep was panting so much. "You're doing great, lamb! That's excellent for a first lesson."

"Hfff, thanks Pest. Are you sure?"

"If I tell you so! You just needed a few hints and to be pushed a little to abandon yourself to it."

"Yes, I guess. Still..."

"What? Something's wrong?"

"No, it's just that... I don't even like guys and you manage making me out of my mind so fast."

"Hihi, lucky bunny paws. And years of hard work. Oh, you're troubled because you get pleasured by a male? That means nothing, you know, the male body is easy to tease. Especially when you have been denied before. Your brain is in it for nothing, so that doesn't mean you are turning gay if you don't feel like it."

"No, it's not that. I'm easier with that already. It's just that I on the other hand didn't manage to make you moan a lot in this session."

"Ooooh, I understand! And you think you're no good! Please don't, I'm... harder to get up than you are. Needing some... hem... extra motivation."

"Extra motivation?"

"D... don't ask, OK? All you have to know is that, as a fellow slave, I'm a lot less sensitive to be on top of you than will be Sir Moreau. Trust me he'll love your new tricks!"

"OK, I guess I'm... mmmfhh..."

"...asking too many questions." Completed the rabbit while swiftly going back to his place and shoving himself into the sheep's muzzle. "Little time left and still lots of sucking to do, the break is over!"

Moreau chuckled watching the duo resume their training. "Extra motivation, uh? This sounded like a touchy subject. That makes me think you never tell what you do with pest at home. Eh, I won't ask, a guy can have his privacy."

"Oh, it's not really a matter of privacy. I'd be fine with telling around but that would mess with pest's training at this point."

"Ah? Now you're making me curious..."

The lizard looked around to make sure they were alone. "OK, to you I can tell if you promise to keep it a secret."

"You have my word."

"When I was delivered pest, it was a touch jumpy." Moreau nodded without a comment but mentally voted Guillian for best euphemism of the year. "I had to find an angle from which to break its shell to start training it. So, I had the idea of something that would allow it some dissociation while keeping it on its toes and offering enough possibilities to be played for a moment. A mask, you could say."

"Yes, I'm following you. Clever one: the boy is too proud and fears losing itself... So you turn it into someone else which eases the hurt pride and confronts it safely to the feared loss. You're good!"

"Thanks. And that's why I'm discreet. I'm planning to gradually make it accept the mask as a facet of itself, once it'll have taken enough confidence, so it can embrace the progresses as its own. It's already on its way and doing nicely..."

"...but if it's outed before being ready, it'll violently reject everything and get hurt instead of helped."

"Exactly, you got it."

"And what's the mask?"

"I dress it up as a girl."

There was a moment of silence... and the wolf burst into laughter, needing a moment to recover from the image. "Pest as a sissy?"

"Yes, I got it everything: the cute maid uniform and several costumes, lipstick, corset, pink ribbon to tie it's tiny cock and balls down... Don't laugh, it's so precious when geared up and blushing I'm having impure heterosexual thoughts!"

"Guillian, you are awesome. I love being your friend. No other officer can make me laugh to tears, you know?"

"It's fine, Mo: you keep my dirty little secret until I'm ready to disclose it and I'll tell nobody about the existence of your sense of humor. Deal?"

"Deal!"

Chapter 23

That was an excellent night for many in the station.

Terry received his very first facial and felt such achievement that he enjoyed the experience. It was a new huge leap in overcoming his fear and shame.

Moreau was given the best blow-job of his life. Not that his sheep turned that expert, he still had a long way to go and the wolf had seen much better, but his afternoon of studies had turned him from absolutely disastrous to quite decent. It was an amazing feat already and his affection for his slave as well as his enjoyment of seeing him progressing finished creating the right "magic". He officially forgave Pest for his offenses and had an excellent sleep, relieved from his previous doubts about Guillian, about managing to break Terry smoothly, and about the sheep's potential for his next steps in gaining autonomy.

Guillian had a delivery in the evening and got an enigmatic card from an unknown "officer C" thanking and congratulating him for something unspecified. Along it were an excellent rebenque, those short gaucho whips with a long handle and single large strap, as a present. And a bag of marinated ginger roots. Unused to those toys, the lizard found them most interesting...

...and Pest received a memorable bastinado while discovering how reactive he was to figging. He'd walk very carefully for the entire next day and repeating this treatment would later help improving his feminine gait when cross-dressed.

Surely, everything was falling into place nicely, and there were lots of interesting times ahead for all...