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This is a story that I am making for a friend, named Damostat. All things here are of his request. This is not, and I repeat, not a story for those with weak stomachs or those that hate the things that are found in Alternative Hard sections of image archives. This is not a story for those under legal age. Read at your own risk.

Seriously. Read. At. Your. Own. Risk.

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"The club's really going downhill lately, isn't it, Isaak," the dragon asked his managing partner, his eyes wandering over the empty seats near the bar, and the lack of people walking by the front door. Even the people that did walk by didn't even seem to give the door a second glance when they noticed it. "I don't think that we've seen a new customer for three months."

"Four months, Draconicon," the polar bear said from behind the bar. "Four months, three days, and six hours, since we've seen a new customer. Drinks and conversation just isn't enough to draw in the crowds anymore, you know this," Isaak said with a shrug. Setting down one of the mugs he'd been cleaning out for the fifth time, he walked over to the door with his partner. "I know that Karlos doesn't approve of all the things that the competition does, and for the most part I agree with him. But you have to admit, their use of...well-"

"Strippers, prostitutes, and sex shows? Yeah, they're effective at drawing in the desperate of the street, that's for sure," the dragon said with a shake of his head. He crossed his arms, and shook his head again before walking over to the door, and flipping the sign from "Open" to "Closed." "Too bad the owner has such a problem with hiring one here. We'd get tons of customers, with the way we could train him," Draconicon said with a chuckle as he started closing the windows around the front door.

The white furred bear nodded, setting down another cleaned out mug. "You ever figure out what his problem is about that? I never quite could figure that out."

"Neither could I. All I got out of him was that he just didn't want it to happen," Draconicon said as he sat down at the bar. Sighing, he pulled a small canteen of sorts from his belt, and sipped at whatever was inside. "I tell you, Isaak, that hippo has more problems with the laws allowing sex slaves than anything else. He shoulda been a politician, not a bar owner."

Nodding, his business partner began picking up the various chairs that dotted the room, setting them on the tops of the tables for the janitors to have a clear run when it came to cleaning time before joining the dragon at the bar, pulling his own little canteen out.

The both of them sipped at their drinks for a while, simply thinking and enjoying each other's company in the relative silence before the rest of the clubs in the neighborhood really got going for the night. It was the only time during the day that they could forget about the way life continued to deal them bad hands, both in business and in their personal lives.

Of course, the silence inevitably broke with the question that one or the other always asked the other. Tonight, it was Isaak asking Draconicon, "Any new dates out there?"

He snorted lightly, and shook his head. "Best I can really do is find a guy here and there on the Net for a quick cybersex session. Not many of them like what I do, or even tolerate it. Not that I can blame them, sometimes," the dragon said with a shake of his head, swilling back his drink. "You?"

"The same, unfortunately," Isaak said with a shake of his own head. Tossing his canteen through the window to the kitchen at the back of the bar, both of them heard it land with a perfect clink in the sink. "Too bad I can't score with the furs out there as easily as I do that, huh?" the bear said with a small smile, getting up off of his stool and walked towards the side door of the club, one that led to the alley nearby.

The dragon got up to offer some consolations to the bear, but before he could say anything, both of them heard a loud crash from outside. "What the hell?!" Draconicon yelled, pushing Isaak out of the way and rushing out the door.

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"Shit, shit, shit," Damo muttered as he pulled himself free of the garbage cans, the slime and stench of their contents soaked through what rags he wore, and sticking to his fur. "So much for a meal there," he grunted as he pulled himself out from under the pile of cheap metal. Several new bruises dotted his back, while old bruises made almost flower petal arrays around the new ones.

"Gotta get out of here before anyone-"

The door into the building that made one side of the alley burst outwards, nearly hitting him on the nose. Dodging back just in time, Damo grunted as he slammed back against the building wall, in plain view to the dragon and polar bear that walked out.

"Who the hell did-" the dragon started to say before seeing him. The anger on his face quickly changed to a smile, one that had more than a few teeth behind it. "Look what we have here, Isaak. A little lost cub, foraging for food."

With all the hot-bloodedness of the adolescent, Damo's fear shifted to anger, and he growled as he stuck out his fist. "Hey, I'm thirteen years old. I'm no cub!"

Both of the older furs chuckled at that, pushing themselves in a little closer towards the cub. Damo backed up two steps for each that the older furs took towards him. Not looking where he was going, it didn't take long for a few new rips to show up in his already ragged clothes, and soon he had his back against the wall at the end of the alley.

The dragon in front of him turned to the polar bear, and said, "Isaak...are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

The polar bear blinked, and looked down at him again before answering the dragon. "Well, he is young...but he's definitely a street kid. Nobody's gonna miss him if we take him in and train him...and this way, Karlos won't have anything to object about. Its not like we're kidnapping anyone. Not with this little squirt likely being homeless anyway."

Damo liked the way the conversation was going less and less, but he kept quiet. Both adults were starting to get really focused on their conversation, and they were focusing less on him. If they just turned a little bit more so their eyes were off of him, he could get away.

But they didn't. One of them kept their eyes on him at all times, and they only talked for a few minutes before nodding at each other and grabbing him by his arms. "Hey, hey, let me go!" the young bear yelled, pulling on his arms. The dragon and the polar bear were too strong, though, and he couldn't break their grip. They yanked him along until they were back inside the building they'd jumped out of.

They let go of his arms for a second after they got inside, but before he could run away, the polar bear had him handcuffed to the nearest bar stool. Both of the grown-ups sat down and stared at him while he pulled on the chains that held him against the stool.

Damo growled as he pulled hard on the handcuffs. They were so tight on his wrists that he couldn't slip through them like he had with a few policemen, and it actually hurt pulling on them. Not only that, but there was so little room between the handcuff chain that he couldn't just spread his arms and lift them around the stool seat. That didn't stop him from trying, though.

Nearly twenty minutes later, he fell to the floor. His arms hurt, the muscles exhausted from trying to move what couldn't be moved, and his belly grumbled from the lack of food the past few days. Turning his head to the dragon and polar bear, Damo put on a pitiful face, and whimpered. "Please...please let me have some food? If you're...you're gonna keep me here...at least you can feed me...please?" he begged, actual tears coming into his eyes.

He fell back against the stool as one of the adults slapped him. Yelping as he hit his head against the underside of the bar, he leaped back to his feet, growling and snapping at the grown-ups, glaring at them, all pitifulness forgotten. "Hey, don't you know you're not supposed to smack a cub?!"

The dragon chuckled and shook his head. "You just insisted you weren't a cub. Can't have it both ways, little guy," he said in a mocking tone.

"That was before I knew you were gonna hit me!" Damo said, rubbing his cheek against his shoulder. "And what do you guys want with me? Why'd you yank me in here?"

Both the dragon and the polar bear laughed, the bear's belly jiggling while the dragon's whole body simply shook. "What?!" Damo yelled. "What's so fucking funny?!"

Both adults shook their heads a couple of times, and the dragon gestured for the ursine to explain. As the dragon walked behind the bar, the polar bear, Isaak, Damo remembered his name was, said, "You probably have heard what all the other bars and stuff around here do to get people to come in for business. Hiring strippers, keeping hookers on staff, that kind of stuff. You hear about any of that?" The white furred bear cocked his head to the side, curious.

Damo shrugged. "Yeah, I've seen that. Most of them are pretty old ladies, I think. Don't know why any guy would want anything from them," he muttered, pulling on the handcuffs again, to see if they'd loosened any.

They hadn't.

"Good, so you know about them," Isaak said. Kneeling down in front of him, Isaak explained the situation. "The owner of this little club, a hippo by the name of Karlos, has pretty much forbidden us from hiring anyone that will do that here. He finds it bad to encourage the business of those kinds of people or something. However, we're not hiring you. We're just pulling you in and teaching you how to do this," the elder ursine said, smiling. "No pay for you, and we train you. People come in to fuck you, and we get paid for it. That's all there is to it."

Damo blinked a couple of times, staring at the polar bear as if he was speaking in another language. A...a sex slave?! They were going to turn him into a sex slave?! That couldn't be possible, that couldn't be right, or even legal. "But...but its against the law to turn a cub into-

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that," Isaak said with a chuckle, standing up and walking away from him. "There are enough discreet clients that would love a boy cub for us not to worry. Now, we just need to do a couple of tests, to make sure you're healthy enough for some sex, and then we'll get started on your training. At least, we will when that lazy pile of scales gets back with the testing equipment!" he yelled over the bar.

"Hey, you try finding anything in that closet back there, and tell me how long it takes you!" the dragon's voice yelled back before reappearing. Damo noticed he carried two pill bottles, and three empty plastic bags. Despite the normalness of the objects, he couldn't help but whimper anxiously.

~~~

The pills in the dragon's hands were laxatives and some home brewed Viagra, some stuff that he and Isaak had experimented with a while back when they were in a business other than the bartending industry. Back then, such things had been almost a necessity, rather than the luxury they now were.

The dragon smiled at the way the bear cub was just squirming in his chains. He so loved it when they squirmed, it looked so much more...inviting. "Oh, stop squirming, ya brat," he muttered under his breath as he set the pills and baggies down on the bar before giving the cub a smack to the back of the head. "You'll get more food here than you would on the streets, and who knows? You might even like this," the dragon added.

He sighed lightly as he pulled open the first bottle of laxatives, and took a small sniff of the powdery pills inside. They smelled chalky, and a few had already broken after hitting the sides of the bottle. Luckily, the powder was as effective as the pills themselves.

Tossing a few into his paw, he turned to the bear. "Now, do I need to have Isaak hold you down while I stuff these pills down your throat, or will you take them on your own?" he asked, his head cocked to the side.

At a slow shake of the head from the cub, the dragon leaned down, and held out the three pills needed. "Swallow all of these down, and then pull off those rags you call clothes," he commanded. He held up a finger as the cub seemed about to protest. "You might as well start with that now. As soon as you become a sex slave here in the club, you're gonna be naked all the time," he warned the bear.

That warning was enough for the bear, evidently, because he pulled his pants off. He did it hesitantly, but he did it, and then swallowed the pills he was given. "So, what do...what do these pills do?" the cub asked.

"They're super laxatives, much more powerful than anything those that the stores sell to the public," the dragon said, the polar bear chuckling behind him. "We need some stool samples to make sure you're healthy enough for this, not carrying any parasites, you understand," Draconicon said with a smile and a chuckle. "And you should start shitting in just a few more seconds, if you're as light as you look."

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Damo stared up at the scaly at that pronouncement, blinking a couple of times before growling. Yanking on his handcuffs, he yelled, "What the hell are you talking about?! Bad enough you're going to make me a slave, but you're going to make me take a shit like a toddler in here too?! What kind of sick freaks are you guys?!" He pulled hard on the chains, snapping at the older furs. The dragon above him watched a clock.

"Three...two..."

Damo almost asked what he was counting down for, but as the dragon reached two, he doubled over. His bowels writhed around under his skin, and he felt like he hadn't taken a dump in weeks, if not months.

His eyes jerked around from wall to wall inside the bar, desperately searching for a bathroom. Forgetting that he was chained to the barstool, he jerked towards the first door he saw, only to be yanked back. His eyes jerked up to those of the dragon's, pleading for a chance to get out of this and not have to shit in front of them, but the white eyes of his...his master, didn't even change.

All the scaly did was hold out a plastic bag.

"Damn you...bastard..." Damo muttered before grabbing the bag. Stuffing it under his ass, he grunted softly as the shit suddenly rushed out of him. His hole actually burned from the speed and amount of the stuff that rushed out, and the bag soon bulged to its maximum capacity. Some of the shit leaked out of the top and pressed against his rump, the wet, odorous solids soon falling to his feet and getting crushed under his heels as he fell back against them.

It felt like half an hour passed before the shit stopped coming out of his ass, and by the looks on the adults faces, it had certainly been longer than they had expected. Damo was covered in shit from the calves down, and it felt like it had soaked into his fur. Glaring up at the dragon, he slowly, shakily stood up, and held out the bag. "Here's the shit you poisoned me for," he muttered under his breath.

About to sit back down, he grunted as he was pulled back upright by his neck. This time, it was the polar bear that was staring into his eyes, since the dragon was a little busy rushing the bulging bag of poop off to wherever these psychos got it tested. "Don't go limp on us yet, kid. You still owe us a sperm sample and a urine sample," the polar bear said. "I'll give you the choice. Which do you want first?"

Damo stared at the fur that should have been helping him here. After all, they were both ursines, they were both apparently subservient to the dragon, and the polar bear bore the marks of someone that used to live on the streets. The toughness, the look in the eyes, not to mention a few scars that were on his hands and face...in all the things he'd heard about, people who had made it off the streets helped each other. Apparently that was wrong too.

Knowing that there was no way to get out of this, Damo hung his head. "I'll...I'll give the urine sample first," he said, expected to be given a cup. Instead, his mouth was forced open, and two pills were shoved into it.

"Sperm sample it is, then," the polar bear said, holding Damo's mouth shut so that he was forced to swallow the bitter tasting pills. "You should be popping an erection in about twenty seconds...maybe sooner," Isaak added as he gave a pointed gaze at the cub's groin.

Damo blushed as the polar bear seemed as conservative in his guess as the dragon had been with his watch. He already felt his cock trying to push upwards and harden, and he had to think of the most disgusting things he could to keep it from happening. He kept the thought of a hot, wet pussy in his mind, and for the moment, that seemed to be working. His hardening prick stopped in its tracks, for the moment.

As the seconds ticked on, though, it got harder and harder to hold the image of that sickening hole in his head. The pills he'd taken weren't just a cock hardener, apparently, but something that made someone horny, too. Groaning as whatever they were started rushing through his body, the mental image of a pussy flickered, getting replaced by a hard, dripping cock. It looked so good in his head that Damo actually drooled a little bit before shaking his head, trying to clear the thoughts from it.

"No...no, can't get hard..." he muttered to himself, pinching his arms a little bit to distract him from the thoughts of cocks. There were so many thoughts of them, now that the first had gotten into his head. Bear cocks, horse cocks, human cocks, cocks, cocks, cocks, they just wouldn't stop!

With a nearly audible ‘sproing', the cub's cock bounced up and out of its sheath, pointing upwards at a forty five degree angle. It hit that angle, and hardened, and hardened, and hardened some more, getting so stiff that even when Isaak reached out and grabbed it, the polar bear couldn't turn it more than half an inch to either side. "Looks like the dragon amped up the potency of those pills...I'll need to get some of those for a date later this week, if you're not trained up by then," the polar bear said as he started jerking on the cub's shaft.

He pulled on it quickly and efficiently, and despite being no stranger to masturbation, Damo couldn't help but respond to it. Arching his back and thrusting his hips forward against the older bear's paw, he grunted and moaned despite himself. Inside his head, he was screaming at his body to stop, but his body took no notice of it.

His undersized body didn't have any trouble producing pre, despite his young age. Damo's cock pulsed with each stroke that Isaak gave, and he was helpless to hold back anything, or even to delay his oncoming climax. He didn't even have the choice of pissing on the polar bear because his cock was so hard that nothing else would slide through it.

Panting hard as his orgasm slammed into him with a vengeance, Damo threw back his head with a moan only to feel his cock shoved into a cup. He shot so hard he could hear the ropes of cum landing in whatever it was that his cock was aimed at, and he moaned at the thought of it, something in the back of his mind in his subconscious loving the thought of this, of being milked for his seed. Already, his mind was falling from the tough street kid to something else.

Damo watched the polar bear put a lid on the cup that held his cum, and set it aside before putting another cup underneath his cock. "Now, please give me a urine sample, little cub. Then you can rest," Isaak said.

Thankfully, that was something that he was more than willing to do, and his cock had gotten soft enough to allow something other than pre and cum to slide out. Sighing softly, the young bear relaxed his bladder and slowly filled the cup with his piss. About fifteen seconds into it, he felt the piss level start rising over his cock head, but before he could say anything, the cup was removed and another was put in its place.

Unable to cut off the flow now that he'd started, Damo just worked on filling this cup too, though he asked, "Why do...you need...two cups...of pee?" After all, they'd only taken a single cup of sperm, and one bag, albeit a large one, of shit.

"Oh, one's to test, the other's to drink," Isaak said. Looking over his shoulder, the polar bear checked for the dragon before reaching for the piss filled glass on the counter. Before he could grab it, though, the dragon popped up from behind the bar and grabbed it, chuckling.

"First glass of piss is mine, Isaak," the dragon said with a smile, downing the glass at a speed that Damo couldn't believe. "Ah, bitter, salty, and seems like the boy has a good pair of kidneys there."

"You guys...are such...sickos..." Damo muttered under his breath as the other glass filled up and his bladder emptied. He was still panting from the little handjob he'd gotten from the polar bear, and he was still trying to catch his breath.

Both of the adults laughed a bit, and the dragon pulled out a needle. "You're gonna have a much different opinion at the end of your training, little cub, a much different opinion indeed," the dragon said with a smile. "Now, I think its time that you get your rest while we get this tested. Who knows? Maybe you'll turn out to be disease ridden and we won't want you...but I doubt it," he said as he pushed the needle into a vein and depressed the syringe.

Before the young bear cub could say a thing, the sedative took effect and dropped him into a deep sleep.

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Like I said, this was a bit of a stronger story. I hope that you enjoyed it, but if you didn't simply because of the fetishes involved, this was your own fault for ignoring my warning. If you didn't like it for other reasons, well, I'd like to hear why. Also, tell me what else you might have liked about it.