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With a weighty low-pitched creak, the door to Max's cell was flung open and he was pushed inside.

Regaining his balance and standing up as tall and proud as he could, the biker turned around and stared down the guard.

Ignoring the prisoner's challenging posture, the guard who had forcibly escorted the dragon to his new quarters made as if to re-close the door. But the Trainer called Bert interjected with, "Wait a moment. I want to talk with my charge for a second. You may leave us."

Deciding he had better things to do than baby-sit yet another one of the self-important Trainers, the tall giraffe guard shrugged and headed off, saying, "Goes without sayin', but don't forget to close the cell door."

Rolling his eyes at the officer's unnecessary reminder, the hippo waited until the giraffe was out of sight, leaving the two in relative privacy. In truth, on either side of the hallway, a long row of secure doors could be seen. But each room was not only decently furnished (so that the "wards" of Eden could learn to entertain guests), they were all aggressively insulated. This prevented almost all sound from being heard outside of each individual cell, except when the doors or sliding viewing panels happened to be open.

This was not done out of any concern for the prisoners, but rather for the privacy of any visiting guests and other VIPs. Not only would a most likely quite wealthy visitor not want to have to put up with the noises coming from adjacent cells, moaning, yelling and the like, but they'd want their own intimate moments with the slave or slaves they were playing with to be thoroughly private.

Due to this pressing need to respect the sanctity of rich and powerful men's intimate moments, counter-intuitively the insides of each cell were the only places in Eden that were not wired for video or sound recording. In other words, there would never be any physical records for what occurred when the door to a cell slammed closed.

And so Bert relished the idea that what he was about to tell his charge was exclusively for the dragon's ears only.

Donning his default, warm and pleasant smile, the hippo said, "I enjoyed our first session together, Max. I think it spoke well of the things we will be able to accomplish together. You're well on your way to becoming a very precious piece of property, boy. One any Master would be pleased to have kneeling between their knees, nursing on their pride."

Growling under his breath but not wanting to fall for the obvious baiting, Max responded by saying, "Enough bullshit. Tell me what you did. Now."

Immediately understanding what the dragon was referring to, the Trainer decided to play coy, for fun.

"I'm afraid you'll have to give me more to go on than that, pet. Could you be more specific, perhaps?"

Patience wearing thin, the biker practically shouted, "My crotch. What did you do."

"Ahh, yes. That. It was actually a quite simple and safe procedure. I simply had one of the on-hand medical personnel cover your gential with slit a small, rounded plate that was then adhered in place by supergluing it to your scales. Don't worry, it has small perforations so you'll still be able to urinate as usual."

Trainer Bert had to resist the urge to break out into a full grin. With just their first meeting he could already tell how arrogant and prideful his new charge was. Now it was time to strip the muscle-head biker of his foolish notions of self-determination and supposed rights, bit by bit.

Max was only too aware that the small, rounded disk-like plate would completely thwart any attempt of his dragon cock to erect. Recalling the kinky websites his girlfriend would regularly pull up on her laptop when they were cuddling in bed, she had always been sure to point out any male dragons that were sporting some fashion of chastity device. Usually they came in the form of belts that came equipped with lock and key, which were easy to remove. This super-glued disc was another matter entirely. There was no key.

Refusing to accept what they were trying to turn him into, Max growled out, "I want if off. Now."

Shaking his head in non-verbal response, the hippo also replied, "I'm afraid that just isn't going to happen. May I be blunt with you, Max? We need to keep your shaft nice and soft, safely tucked away inside your body so that there's no possibility of it achieving climax. You see, we know from experience that the hornier you get, the less adverse you'll be to taking another man's cock in your mouth and sucking down his seed. So, putting two and two together, the faster you accept that you are my personal cocksucker and manage to make my toes curl by skillingfully fellating my 'tiny' dick, the sooner your worthless slave cock will be allowed to dribble its goop onto the floor."

The biker tried to think of something defiant and valiant to throw back into the man's face. Instead, nothing came to mind as he grappled with what he'd just heard. These people were crazy. Utterly insane.

All he could say was, "Just what the hell do you people want from me!"

Cocking his head as if confused, Bert answered, "I believe I just told you, yes? Perhaps I wasn't explicit enough. I want you to learn how to treat my cock with the respect it deserves. I want you to caress it with your tongue. I want you to stroke it with your lips. I want you to pull on it with your throat. I want you to gargle my balls and to smile up at me with a mouthful of cum when I feed you my load. Then I want to watch as you do all of this again for the other Trainers and the guards. I want you to throw yourself into the task and to suck off wolves, horses, rams, giraffes, lions, tigers, and bears -- are you getting the idea? What I want from you is dedication to become the best pole-smoker this facility has ever seen. And only when I see you start to make a genuine effort will I even consider relieving some of the pressure you'll have stored up in those juicy low hangers of yours."

The mechanic didn't know how to respond. So he just crossed his arms and stared daggers at the hippo. The memory of the the heavy-set man brutally forcing his blunt cock between his lips was too fresh and raw for the dragon to deal with. Max refused to think of himself as a victim, but he could still taste the Trainer's essence on his tongue.

Laughing, Bert said, "We'll have to work on those bedroom eyes of yours. Sleep well, boy." as he closed the door.

Max was left in dimly-lit solitude. For the first time since he was a little boy, he found himself wanting to cry.

The mechanic had spent the last hour going over every inch of the the surprisingly spacious cell.

The bad news was, there didn't appear to be any structural weakness that he might exploit during an escape attempt. The good news was, it was not the stereotypical dungeon cell he had earlier assumed it would be when the guard told him where they were taking him.

It was a bit smaller than his bedroom at home, but it was still actually furnished with both a bed and a decently sized TV (which seemed to be embedded in the wall, directly behind a layer of thick transparent plastic).

Max didn't spot any remotes laying around, so apparently the set wasn't here for his entertainment.

After another thirty minutes of poking around and not finding anything else too terribly interesting, the dragon had hopped in bed and began a careful examination of his crotch. As he poked, prodded, and attempted to pull at the slim disk, the mechanic experienced a sinking feeling in his gut.

It was painfully clear that the disk wasn't coming off without some kind of solvent. Every time he tugged at it or attempted to get a nail under the plate, it felt like he was trying to tear off his own scales in the extremely sensitive and tender area. Unless he was willing to risk permanent damage, he'd have to leave it where it was.

What he mentally told himself was, 'Those fuckers. They think this is all it takes to turn me into some sort of slutty escort whore? Yeah, right.' But part of him was genuinely worried. Even before getting captured, he'd felt a building urge to rutt his fox until she squealed. Max wasn't sure how hard it'd be to go without relief for a while, but his over-full balls were already vocally telling him it was past time to go a couple rounds with the girl.

And just as he began to image how she'd wink at him while giving him a titjob or going down on him, Max felt an uncomfortable pressure building up at his draconic genital slit, right behind the gleaming chastity disc. A dull ache made itself known as his cock tried to unsuccessfully thrust out into the air, just as it had done countless times before.

Not this time, however. His heart sank with the realization that he wouldn't be getting off until he managed to escape this place. Because the alternative was unthinkable.

Just then, as Max lay on the bed, his fingers tracing the edges of the hateful chastity plate, the door opened.

Sitting up, the dragon watched as the horse from earlier pushed the kangaroo inside and immediately shut the cell door behind him.

In a flash, the biker was on Corbin, grabbing the lad by the neck and squeezing hard enough that the now panic-stricken youth wouldn't have been able to scream if he'd tried. The biker had no idea how aggressively these rooms had been soundproofed, and so he didn't want to risk being interrupted as he gave Corbin what was coming to him.

Snarling, his vicious dragon fangs in front of the terrified kangaroo's face as he pushed the youth up against the wall, Max growled out, "Did you enjoy your little game, earlier? Did it make you happy to know that you had me in your power? Well, you little shit?! And how about now? How does it feel for the shoe to be on the other foot?"

Unable to form a response with his throat compressed and his airway squeezed shut, the other prisoner battered feebly at the much larger dragon, bringing his paws down onto the dragon's arms and shoulders.

Sneering at the boy, Max knew that he still needed to press the slut for information, so he tried to rein in his temper. Still, he waited until the lad started going limp, the kangaroo's resistance turning sluggish before letting up. Only when the slave was nearly ready to pass out did he drop the boy, who immediately collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.

As the teenager tried to recover, the pissed off biker told him, "This is how this is going to work. I'm going to ask you questions, and you're going to give me straightforward answers. And if I feel you're holding back, I'm going to keep squeezing till you need a toe tag. Got it? That was a question, boy."

Still coughing and hacking, Corbin managed to get out, "Sure, dude. Whatever you say. But I don't know anything. They don't tell us shit here."

Resisting the urge to slap his fellow prisoner around a bit to loosen his tongue, Max instead said, "I don't buy that for a second. It was obvious you were in there pretty good with the guard, yeah? Remember? You said 'I'll pull some strings'. So no more lies. What do you know about this place."

Gently rubbing his sore throat with his hand, Corbin sat up with his back against the wall and answered, "I swap favors, that's all. I swear. But they won't tell me anything important. I've tried, believe me. I was there on the bus... I heard what the horse told you. They haven't told me much more than that. This place is some kind of slave training camp. They break us down and make us complaint, then sell us to rich people as fully trained, living, breathing sex toys."

Just hearing the cold, hard truth of the situation made the black-scaled mechanic want to hurt someone. Instead he punched the wall. It didn't help the situation, but it made him feel a tiny bit better.

"You've been here four whole months and that's all you know? Not buying it. I've seen your type before. You got a plan. Spill it."

Suddenly the kangaroo looked even more nervous and clammed up. He shook his head and mumbled something as he curled up tighter.

Kneeling down in front of the kangaroo at eye level, Max put his hand in front of the boy's face, who winced in response, and clenched it into a fist.

"I. Said. Spill it."

With another cough and a sigh, the tan-furred prisoner whispered, "Yeah, okay, find. I got a plan. That's why I wanted you as my roommate. The plan needs muscle, which is just what you have offer. But if I'd known you were gonna kick my ass in..."

"Yeah yeah, quit your bitchin'. You should have figured that was going to happen when you fucked with me in line while I was bound and gagged. You're lucky you got off easy. I've put men in the hospital for less. Real men too, not scrawny shits like you."

Corbin mumbled something that was nearly impossible to hear, but the one part that Max did catch sounded like, "... I don't feel lucky, you mean sonnava..."

At that moment the biker realized that both of them were entirely naked. But since there wasn't really anything he could do to cover up, the bed was sheetless, he instead stood back up and put his crotch in the kid's face.

"Tell me what this is."

Glancing up from the patch of ground he'd been staring at, Corbin shrugged and said, "It's a chastity device for dragons. Only seen it once before, though. Your kind is pretty rare around these parts, you know?" The young kangaroo didn't look even the least bit surprised by the device's presence.

Max wanted to hear more about the supposed escape plan, but with his nuts brimming with unspilled seed he had his priorities. "So there's another dragon here?"

"Nah... they sold him a couple months ago. Never saw to who, though. His scales weren't black like yours... they were white. Except..."

Getting impatient, Max yelled, "Yes? Except what?"

"Well, his scales were white. Until the last week or so before they shipped him out. They dyed his scales pink. And I never saw him without the chastity thing, so I dunno if they ever took it off."

"Pink? I bet he went ballistic over that." Max said with a snort that made his nostrils flare.

"Couldn't say, but if he was, he didn't show it. He was always real careful to follow instructions. But that's true for pretty much everybody here. Disobeying or copping an attitude gets you punished. And they don't mess around when it comes to punishment."

The dragon said, "I'm not afraid of them." and crossed his arms.

"This is your first day, yeah? Give it time. I heard that other dragon was stubborn at first too. Then they gave him a warning. Just one warning. That's all it took."

Max wanted to act like he wasn't the least bit interested, but this caught his attention. What could they do to an aggressive, dominant dragon to get him to roll over like that?

Hesitation clear in his voice, the biker asked, "... Yeah? What was the warning?"

Starting to recover a bit from having nearly blacked out, the kangaroo smirked and replied, "They replaced one of his balls with a useless synthetic. Same size, same shape. And they told him if he didn't get with the program, they'd be coming for the other one. I guess after that, sucking a stranger's cock just because you're ordered to didn't seem so bad to him."

Hearing that, Max felt like his heart was suddenly pumping ice water instead of blood.

'Those twisted bastards...'

"But he got off easy, you know? Like I said earlier, I've been here four months. Not as long as some folks, but longer than others. I've seen all kinds of stuff. Horns, fangs, or teeth removed. Even 'Penis Docking', which is what they call it when they cut off a two to six inches off the end of your cock. Apparently some Masters don't like the idea of their slaves being better endowed than they are. There was this moose, yeah? Went from ten or eleven inches down to just five. But at least they left his balls intact, I suppose. Anyway, that kind of stuff happens all the time here."

The dragon was now realizing just how serious these people were. No wonder they kidnapped him when he stumbled across their operation. They couldn't afford any witnesses.

"But that chastity thing they got on ya... If you think that's the worst that's coming, you haven't been paying attention. I'm guessing you had your first run in with a Trainer?"

Scratching the back of his neck out of unspoken anxiety, the biker replied, "...Yeah. Says his name is Bert."

"Well, then, consider yourself lucky."

"And just what the hell is that suppose to mean?"

"I mean, I've had run-ins with Bert. Even spoken with some of the other prisoners who've had him as Trainer. He's pretty easy to keep happy, compared to some of the others. Just do what he says and treat him like royalty. After that, between training session he'll pretty much just let you chill, until they manage to sell you off."

"Yeah, well, doing what he says is out of the question. He told me he's going to make me the best cocksucker that's ever come through here, or some shit like that."

Not really wanting to piss of the big angry dragon again, Corbin carefully said, "I hear ya... but, man... If that's what he said is going to happen, then that's what's going to happen."

"Not if we escape. You said you had a plan."

"Yeah, and I do. But not everything in place yet. Eden is nearly impossible to escape from. As far as everyone I've spoken to knows, it's never been done before. And even if it does end up being possible, it'd still take me a couple weeks or more to get things in order. In the mean time, if you don't start following instructions, it's probably not even going to matter for you. You'll get sent to the Re-education Room, and that'll be it for you."

"They can't break me."

"Really? 'Cus you'd be the first. I'm serious. You think the worst thing that'll happen is that they'd give up on you and kill you? Well, that's not going to happen. At least, not before you lose both balls, your wings, and your ability to speak. Even then, most likely they'd just sell you to some Master who gets off on wrangling disobedient slaves. There's a market for that -- guys who enjoy punishing their property. There's a market for everything. And you'd best pray and hope there's a better market for an intact male dragon than a castrated male dragon."

Feeling despair settle over him once more, the mechanic said aloud, "I'm not a cocksucker. I got a girl back home, waiting for me."

"Dude, are you hearing what I've been saying?" the kangaroo looked at Max like he was an idiot. "Everyone does what they say, sooner or later. And the sooner you do, the less likelihood of you getting permanently damage. Or worse. No one's saying you're gay. What I'm saying is, even if my escape plan falls into place perfectly, the only way you'd be around to join our merry band is if you learn to make your peace with sucking off that hippo... and whoever else's cock they put in front of you."

Corbin knew that if the dragon was that hung-up on performing oral, that this definitely wasn't the time to mention that a lot more would be demanded of him than some vanilla suck-jobs.

Being forced to come to terms with the fact that the thick-cocked hippo might win in the end was deeply unsettling for Max. Up until this point, he'd been telling himself that as long as he kept resisting, he'd come out on top. Thinking about that pink-scaled, one-balled dragon, the biker had to accept that this just wasn't true.

"Tell me about the escape plan. I want details."

"Can't do that. No one can know the whole plan but me, to minimize our risk. If you or one of the others gets sent to Re-education and breaks, the only thing you'll be able to say is 'Corbin is planning to escape!'. At which point they'd laugh and tell you that all the slaves are planning an escape. We're only in real danger if people start blabbing about details. Which you can't, if you don't know them."

Mentally picturing himself throttling the kangaroo again, Max grumbled, "You'll have to tell me something sooner or later. I can't help if I don't know anything."

"When it's your turn to make a move, I'll tell you. Until then, sit tight and... think on what I said about dealing with the hippo. If you don't play nice, they'll keep taking things away from you until it won't really matter whether or not you escape. Yeah?"

Clenching his teeth in barely restrained fury, Max said, "I'll think about it. No promises."

Fidgeting and clearly uncomfortable with where this conversation was going, the lad said, "Okay, yeah. I understand."

Turning around, the biker made as if to get on the bed when Corbin said, "Woah, woah, woah! You can't lay on that."

One knee already propped up on the mattress, he replied, "Huh?"

"We're not allowed on the bed. The bed is here for guests. Same thing with the TV... well, mostly, anyway. You'll see. Anyway, you and I get to sleep on the floor. We're in big trouble if they come in and catch us laying on the furniture. That's something free people do, see? And we're not free. Not right now, anyway."

The dragon's response was so loud, it was essentially shouted at the kangaroo.

"You mean to tell me, there's a big bed in here taking up this much room, and we're not even allowed to--"

Just then, the TV turned on. Both prisoners turned to face it.

The smiling face of a male squirrel wearing a suit and a pair of glasses greeted them. He appeared to sitting at a desk, like a news anchor, so only his stomach and up was visible, the rest obscured by the polished hardwood.

"Greetings, guests of Eden. As most of you are already aware, my name is Lamont and I'm the lead administrator here at our humble facility. I hear we've recently had a few new members join us over the last couple days, so I wanted to take this opportunity to greet you all personally."

At this point, the man stood and began walking around, the camera turning to follow him as he made his way through the expensively furnished room.

With his hands clasped behind his back, but in front of the big, bushy tail that followed behind him, the man continued on with his speech.

"While I tend to be very busy with the high-level administration work of our beloved Eden, I'd like to make time to visit each of you new guests personally in the coming days. And a quick note to my wonderful Trainers... please know that I expect big smiles and happy attitudes from our latest members, when I do manage to drop by."

Max looked at his fellow prisoner, to gauge the kangaroo's reaction. From the boy's expression, the squirrel's words did not bode well.

"But enough of that. I have with me today one of our guests. Rico, hello!

The camera continued to pan until the suited squirrel stopped next to an entirely nude ram, who, oddly enough, was fully hard, his erect rod bobbing gently in the air. Then, instead of shaking the ram's hand, as one would normally do, the man called Lamont reached out and grasped the naked man's cock, giving it several firm shakes before letting go, as if it were an entirely normal handshake.

"I hear we've recently managed to find you a Master, is that correct?"

Smiling, the young looking ram cheerily answered, "Yes, sir!"

"That's fantastic! And how does that make you feel?"

"Like I'm finally fulfilling my purpose, sir."

"Oh? And what purpose is that, Rico?"

"To make a well-deserving free-man as happy as I possibly can. And to help the staff at Eden recoup the costs of my training."

Nodding, the squirrel put his arm around Rico's shoulder and said, "That's very kind of you, boy. Yes, it does cost quite a bit to feed, house, and train young men like you -- and that's not even considering the costs of this facility or its staff! But to see your smiling face as we send you off to live with your new Master makes it all worth it, in the end."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

"Now, I hear your new Master has a brand new name for you as well. How does that make you feel?"

Back straight, chest out, hands at his side, the horned ram said, "Very proud, sir!"

"And just what is your new name, my lad?"

"Drippy, sir! My new name is Drippy."

Brow furrowing in concentration, the man on the television asked the slave, "That seems like a very peculiar sort of name. Do you feel you could explain it to our viewers? I'd like to hear the story behind that as well."

His arousal still pointing towards the camera, 'Drippy' explained, "Yes, sir! My Master has named me Drippy because I'm to be kept chaste and needy for most of my time, like a good boy should, sir. I'm lucky to have found such a caring Master, sir, who knows what's best for me!"

"That's simply fantastic, my boy. I'm always so glad to hear when our charges here at Eden find their 'Forever Home'. And, that names suits you wonderfully. Why, I can see a small clear bead forming at the tip of your length right this very moment. Stupendous. A perfect new name indeed."

"Thank you, sir!"

"Okay, well, that's pretty much it for today's broadcast. I hope all our guests here at Eden sleep well. And remember: Always follow your Trainer's instructions! They care about you, and they know what's best for you."

Having said that, the squirrel turned so that his back was towards the camera, his bushy tail obscuring much of the visual feed.

"As for you, Drippy, I think you owe me a 'thank you' for all the time and money I've spent on you. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes, sir. Of course, sir."

Dropping to his knees in front of the man, within moments the sound pants unzipping could be heard, followed by the loud, wet noises of an enthusiastic blowjob. With lead administrator Lamont standing in the way, nothing explicit could be seen from the cameraman's angle, but it was plain as day to all viewers what was happening.

Gripping the ram's horns, the formally dressed squirrel moaned, "Oh yes, lad. That's it... take me further in... all the way now. Show me your training..."

The pair continued in this fashion for another half minute until the transmission abruptly ended. The screen went black and, for a long moment, neither Max nor Corbin said anything to break the silence that followed.

Until finally, the kangaroo muttered, "... We have to find a way out of here. Before that becomes us."

The dragon found that he could only nod in agreement.