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The first thing Julian became aware of was the cold metal floor beneath his fingers. The second thing he became aware of was being face down on the ground. The third thing was that lying face down on metal makes your nose hurt after a while.

He climbed to his feet and rubbed a paw over his nose until the pain died down. He was in a room that appeared to be pitch black, but the darkness had an unnatural quality that he couldn't quite put his finger on. It wasn't so much like being in a dark room, so much as standing in space and seeing eternity stretching before you.

Julian took a deep breath, and tried to assess the situation. He remembered everything about himself clearly - he was a rabbit, an English Lop to be specific. Despite being fairly tall for a bunny, he still had an average build, with skinny legs and no real definition to speak with. His fur was a light, even cream over his entire body. He'd gone to school in Derby, moved to Manchester to study Biology at university... but everything to do with his current situation was as blank. His short-term memory was hazy.

He moved forward to get a gauge on his surroundings, taking five careful steps before he hit a wall. Instinctively he held up his paws to shield himself, and suddenly realised what was wrong with the darkness. He could see his paw. Perfectly.

He held it forward, turning it curiously. He couldn't tell which direction the light was coming from, his cream fur was evenly illuminated. But the wall, inches from his face, was pitch black. He reached forward and laid his pawpads against the cold metal. Could the metal be so dark as to absorb all light hitting it? Was that even possible?

He turned and pressed his back against the wall to keep his bearings, shivering as his large lop ears pressed against the chilled surface. He began to sidestep slowly to the left, making sure that his fingers never left contact with the wall, tracing his way around the room. He did for this for a while - long enough for him to lose the perception of time - and the wall had remained perfectly uniform the whole distance. Either the room was very, very large, or so subtly curved that he hadn't noticed that he'd been going around in circles. Either way, it seemed to be deliberately disorientating.

Okay, new plan. If I can't work out how big this place is around, I can go across.

He pressed himself against the wall, then took one step forward. He felt a moment of panic as he lifted his paws from the wall, like a skydiver throwing themselves from a plane for the first time. He moved forward, counting his steps, until a figure in the corner of his eye made him turn.

Nothing there.

He brushed his ears from in front of his eyes, and turned back to his task, barely taking. three steps forward before he realised his mistake. He'd lost his direction. Left with no other choice, he called out.

"Who's there?"

Silence.

"I know someone's there. I saw you. What the hell kind of game is this?"

It took a moment, but eventually a figure stepped through the darkness, fading into view with an effortless grace. He stood tall, wrapped in a black cloak that was barely discernible from the darkness of the room. He'd have been almost invisible, if not for the helmet.

The helmet was one of the most fascinating things Julian had ever seen. It had been modelled on a wolf, with a protruding snout and large, pointed canine ears. Thick grey metal bars lined its shape, giving him the impression of a nightmare prison warden. The helmet's visor was black, and as much as Julian squinted he couldn't make out any trace of the person inside the mask.

But the most incredible part of it all was the dreadlocks. They flowed from the back of the helmet, appearing to shift in shape and size as the figure moved towards him. As the figure drew nearer, he could see that they, like the rest of the figure, were wrapped in a fine layer of satin.

The figure stopped in front of him. "Welcome." The stranger's voice was deep and booming, and reverberated through the helmet. He made the word sound more like a command than a greeting.

"Uh, hey. I'm Julian. Do you know what's going on here?"

"You stand before the Dark Knight."

"What, like Batman?"

The helmet didn't change, but from behind the visor Julian felt a gaze that could cut through steel.

"I'm sorry, I just, uh... where the hell are we? I feel like someone's surgically removed part of my brain here."

"You were taken by the Snatchers and chosen to be a contestant."

"That's just bull-" he started, but a flash of realisation cut him short. From that spark, everything tumbled back into place. He stared at the Knight. "I... there was a lift. And a swamp. And you. I had to move past you, but I... I was in front of you. Then things went green."

He'd been a player in the games. He'd fought through a series of insane, incredible challenges, and earned the right to face the Dark Knight himself in a game of his own devising. But he'd messed up, and the Knight had caught him. The cloaked figure had opened his robes, bathing him in an unholy green light, and he'd felt his body being torn apart.

He could have sworn the Knight nodded, almost imperceptibly.

"So why am I here? I should be dead."

"No." came the reply.

"Why not?"

"The Dark Knight has chosen a new yeoman." the figure said, with a flourish.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Submit yourself to the Dark Knight. Shed your life as you know it. Become his protégé, share in his power."

"And what if I don't want to be your yeoman? Did you think of that?"

"Oblivion." said the helmet, unmoving. Julian felt a stab of fear in his chest, and realised he had no choice. He could either join him or be atomised again, permanently this time. Anything was better than that.

"So, how I do I, uh..."

"Disrobe."

"Look, no way in hell am I-"

"MOVE!"

It was a voice not to be argued with. Julian quickly reached to the bottom of his t-shirt, pulling it up and over his head and dropping it to the floor without a second thought. He kicked off his shoes, ripped off his socks, unzipped his jeans and thanked god that he'd gone commando today.

With the flurry of undressing over with and his heart racing, he stood exposed before the Knight. The figure's gaze fell over him, and Julian had never felt more exposed in his life. It was as though the cloaked figure was looking through him, taking in both fur and soul through his dark visor.

Slowly and deliberately, the Dark Knight circled him, inspecting every inch of his nude body. He felt a cloaked paw stroke down his back, and moments later one of the Knight's satin dreads wrapped around his waist and formed a tight grip behind his cream-furred sheath and balls.

He started to object, but in light of the situation he held his tongue. Soon, another tentacle wrapped around his other side, and pressed itself into the opening of his sheath. He groaned as he was invaded, the tentacle cold against his hidden, flaccid dick. He panted softly as the dreadlock around his nuts tightened, and he felt his sheath filling out with more than just the Knight's tentacle.

God help me, I'm actually enjoying this.

As his cock pushed free of his sheath, he realised that the tentacle seemed to have clamped itself over his tip, with a sensation not entirely unlike being given head. He groaned, pushing forward into it, just as the tentacles released their grip on his waist and the one on his dick pulled free with a squelch, leaving a trail of his pre in the air behind it.

"A virile yeoman. Excellent."

The Knight stood back, as though admiring his handiwork. He moved his satin-covered paws as though he were going to open his cloak, and Julian flinched backwards, expecting to be bathed in the destructive green light once again.

But there was no light this time. Instead, the Knight did something to the base of his helmet, and the long, satin robes flowed downwards onto the floor.

Julian hadn't thought what the being under the satin cloak might have actually looked like. As impossible as it was, he'd almost expected him to really just be a cloak and a helmet, with no form to speak of underneath. But as the robe bundled on the floor, the figure that came into view was that of a wolf. A werewolf specifically, if he wasn't mistaken.

The wolf's fur was a silvery-grey, rough and shaggy. It covered a lithe, but muscular form - toned and with a perfect six pack that almost seemed to point downwards to his exposed, swollen sheath.

Despite the situation, Julian couldn't help but feel a blush forming at his cheeks as he eyed the nude male, and eventually averted his eyes. Not that the Knight seemed to have minded, he appeared to have no pretensions whatsoever about his body.

"It is a rare occurrence for one to see the Dark Knight disrobed. You should consider yourself honoured."

Julian was beyond words, but his cock throbbed a kind of approval. "So, what... what next?" he panted. The Knight responded by gesturing to his side. He had to squint to make it out against the black room, but there was something there.

Julian moved forward, cock bobbing beneath him, until he could see the object clearly. It was a second set of robes. His new clothes. He ran his paws over the satin, until he felt something beneath it. He gently pulled the robes towards him, revealing an elaborate helmet.

It looked to be made from the same material as the Knight's, and followed a similar design of chunky animal features accented with thin silver pipes across the muzzle. In the middle of the helm, a familiar black visor stared back at him. But this visor was built in the image of a rabbit. It had thick lopped ears set into the sides of the helm, a smaller nose, and a petit muzzle.

"You made this for me?" He turned back towards the Knight. The pointed tip of his red canine dick was now sticking prominently from the top of his sheath.

The Knight nodded. "Kneel."

The Knight stepped in front of him, and produced two thick metal bands from underneath the pile of robes on the floor. He raised his right paw and squeezed the end of his dick between thumb and forefinger until his pawpads were slick with pre, and rubbed it onto the bridge of Julian's nose, moving upwards and painting some arcane symbol on his forehead in the fluid.

The marking done, the Knight pressed the first half of the collar against Julian's neck, just below his jaw.

"Hold."

Julian took hold of the ring with both paws, holding it in place as the Knight moved behind him, holding the other half. His nostrils were filled with the wolf's musky scent, and seconds later felt the cold metal press against the back of his neck. With a loud whirr and a snap the two halves locked together, leaving no evidence that they had ever been anything other than a single continuous piece of metal.

The Knight returned to his view, moving steadily towards the rabbit-shaped helmet.

"No, wait..." Julian sputtered as the Knight stooped to pick it up.

"It is too late to change your mind, Yeoman. You are collared. You belong to the Dark Knight now."

"I know, I just... once this helmet thing is on, it never comes off, right?"

The Knight nodded.

"Well then," he said nervously, avoiding eye contact, "I want you to be the last thing I taste."

The Knight moved back in front of the knelt rabbit, his cock achingly hard in front of him. Julian grunted lustily as the Knight's thick cock and hefty balls filled his vision, still gripping the front of the collar, and-

"MOVE!"

He lunged forward at the command, taking the Knight's dick into his muzzle, stuffing as much into his maw as he could take. He felt the Knight shudder unmistakably as his lips brushed against the bulbous flesh of his full knot, and in turn felt the wolf's dick spasm, coating his tongue in a thick layer of pre.

The rabbit reached his paw up, wrapping it around the base of the Knight's cock, clamping it tightly behind the knot, tugging to try and simulate the feeling of being tied as he focused his tongue on the tip. It wasn't long before the Knight grunted, and with no further warning Julian's muzzle was filled with thick, musky seed.

Spent, the werewolf wordlessly pulled himself from the rabbit's maw, still hard. Julian swirled the Knight's cum around his tongue, savouring the taste of the last man he'd ever swallow. His cock ached.

He closed his eyes, muzzle still full of seed as the Knight pulled back his ears, reaching for the helmet once again. He swallowed, almost involuntarily, and as he tasted the thick cum in the back of his throat, he realised just how completely he'd submitted himself to the wolf.

He heard a scuffle as the Knight moved towards him and felt the metal clang as the helmet was placed on his shoulders, locking permanently to the collar. As the metal fused together, he felt a jolt of excitement run through his body, his loins ached, and moments later he felt an orgasm wash over him as he shot his thick load of rabbit cum onto the floor below.

When he opened his eyes, he was surprised to see that his vision was mostly unaffected by the visor. A blush flowed over his cheeks as he looked at the seed he'd spilt on the floor, but either the Knight didn't care or he was too busy to have noticed.

"Rise, Dark Yeoman."

The words washed over Julian, filling him with a new confidence and a feeling of limitless power. He stood, no longer feeling exposed despite still being naked from the waist down, his spent cock still dripping cum onto the floor below.

The Dark Knight waved his paws, and Julian realised that he was holding both their cloaks between them, barely discernable in the darkness. Moments later, the wolf's body pressed against his own, and he felt the warmth of the Dark Knight for the first time, his thick canine cock standing to attention, the knot still burning hot against his stomach. The Knight draped them both in the cloak, wrapping it tight around them, turning so that the material became layered between them.

The Knight stood firm, the bulge in the front of his cloak finally appearing to subside. Julian felt the satin-clad tentacles wrap around him, tracing up his own cloaked back until they rested on his shoulders.

It was done. Whatever life the rabbit had before the games no longer mattered, but in return for selling his soul, he felt a new power surging through him. He nodded his thanks to the Knight, who appeared to smile behind his static helmet.

Julian visualised an exit, and the black metal room responded, twisting and melting around him. As Julian stepped back into the world, the Knight was nowhere to be seen. But it didn't matter - he had the power now, and that's all that mattered now. With a triumphant stride, the newest Knight began searching for players for his game.