FSE

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Warning, this story is both stronger in fetish and stronger in emotion than the previous story. If you didn't like it, I doubt you'll like this one. Again, do not read if the tags aren't things that appeal to you. Do not read if you are less than legal age. And, as a thing to point out, this story needs a tag for vomit, as it wasn't included in the available choices.

Seriously, do not read if you are in those requirements.

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Isaak smiled at the bear cub as he slumped over as the sedative took effect. It was so cute that he felt like chuckling, but this was serious that he managed to keep himself from doing it. A cub for a sex slave...who would have thought about it, in this day and age? Only Draconicon, that was for sure, and only that scaly would be able to think of a way to keep the club's owner off of their backs about it.

Leaning down, he picked up the handcuffed cub, and looked at his fellow bar manager. "Where should I take him until he wakes up? I don't think either of us have enough room at our places, and if anyone watched him tonight, our homes would be the first place they'd look, other than here."

The dragon paused for a moment to think, and smiled. This time, Isaak had to chuckle, his large belly rolling at the mischievous look on the dragon's face. "Oh, I can tell you've got one hell of an idea, Dracon. What is it?"

The dragon chuckled a little bit, and waved for Isaak to follow him. Isaak followed with a smile, the unconscious cub in his arms. Despite the tight hallways they walked through to the back of the club, the polar bear's fat belly somehow managed to squeeze through. It rode up his body and made his belly bulge out in the front, as well as raising the cub almost up to his chin level, but he managed to fit.

He followed the dragon on to a room that he hadn't seen in the back of the club before. Its door would have made a bank vault jealous, just from the size and spoked wheel on the front of it. Even more than that, there were several other security features, including a numbered password pad, a retina scanner, and even a pawprint reader. So much security covered the door that it tempted Isaak to believe that something roughly equivalent to a city budget lay behind the door.

"When the hell did we get something like this, Draconicon? I thought the club was broke," Isaak said, adjusting the cub in his arms.

"I invested some of my own money into this thing," the dragon said as he started rapidly tapping out a code on one pad, and having another read his pawprint. "It makes for a very good place to keep some toys when you wait to have your turn with them," he explained as he opened the door.

Inside was a totally white room, with a five foot depression in the middle of it. There were no lights in the room, and the walls appeared soundproofed. Just opening it let out a wave of heat and moisture, giving an example of the heat that was contained in the room.

"Hey, I've heard of these things," Isaak said with a chuckle. "Sensory deprivation rooms, right?"

"Right. Anything in there can't see anything, can't hear anything from the outside. They're exposed to desert level heat, so they get sweat soaked in minutes, and the only things they'll be able to smell or taste would be themselves, and their wastes," the dragon said with a small chuckle. "I've tested it on a few people. It makes them so much easier to break down to what you want them to be."

Isaak nodded in understanding, having been put in a water based chamber like that himself. It was relative torture, if you didn't expect it, or weren't used to it, but it certainly broke down the resistance that most people had against being molded to someone's purpose. It had the side effect of making the person locked in there utterly filthy as well, from sweat and urine and shit, but that was a bonus, as far as he was concerned.

"So, how long do you want to leave the boy in there? I don't think we can really wait too long to start his training, but if we don't get him broken well enough, there's no way that we can get him trained," Isaak said as he slowly lowered the cub into the room.

The dragon chuckled a bit as he closed the room, and said, "One week. One week should be enough to get that starving cub to start accepting reality as a slave."

Isaak couldn't help staring at the number. A week in that chamber would be like a month on the rack in another institution. He'd tried being in a sensory deprivation chamber before, and he'd barely lasted a day and a half before he'd begged to be let out.

For a moment, the polar bear felt tempted to ask his partner to go easy on the cub. For a moment.

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Damo slowly started to wake up, groaning as he did. His eyes still closed, he rubbed his head, trying to relieve the pain of a headache. "Ugh, whatever I ate, whatever it was, I won't be touching it again. No food is worth this headache," he muttered under his breath. He slowly opened his eyes.

And closed them again before forcing them open. There was absolutely no difference between the way things looked with his eyes open or closed. Even worse, he couldn't even feel anything other than the floor he sat on. "Where...where the hell am I?" the cub muttered to himself as he pushed himself to what he hoped was an upright position.

As he got to his feet, he shuffled forward, his hands outstretched. "Hello? Is anyone there?" he yelled, flinching as the sound came back at him twice as loud, forcing him to cover his ears.

The sound rose and fell for a few minutes before finally fading away, though to where was not apparent to him. Extending his arms out in front of himself again, he felt his way forward, his feet shuffling lightly over the smooth floor, until he touched the wall. Nodding to himself, he slowly paced down the wall, counting off the space until he reached the other side, and then did the same for the next wall.

After counting that off in his head, Damo realized he was in a pitch black room that only measured five feet by five feet. The walls felt perfectly smooth, and he couldn't find a seam that would indicate a door or anything like that.

It felt like he was trapped in there, completely, with no way out.

"Its fine, its okay," Damo muttered to himself as he slid down the wall, curling up in a fetal position. Gripping his legs tightly, he closed his eyes again. "It's okay, it's okay. So it's dark, and there's no way out. It's like an alley, just a dark alleyway. Nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong," he muttered under his breath as he barely kept himself from rocking back and forth. "I'll be out of here soon, nothing's wrong. Those guys want me as a slave, right? They want me to be sex slave for them...means they'll let me out soon to do that...I'll be out soon, nothing's wrong..."

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Hours passed, days passed with the bear cub not seeing so much as a pinpoint of light, and as each second ticked past, the darkness gained more and more pressure. It pressed against him more and more, and at times it almost felt like it was holding him right against the walls of the small room.

Worse than that, however, was the smell that built up in the room. His own sweaty, musky body odor strengthened in the heat of the room, and the sweat matted his fur down until all the fine poofiness he'd worked to keep on the streets was gone. His clothes were long gone, so there wasn't even a chance that he could soak up some of his stench with that.

But the worst thing of all happened when he found out that he couldn't hold his bladder and bowels anymore.

It felt worse than when the grownups had given him those laxatives, making him shit in front of them, because he knew that he was going to mess himself. At least out there, there was the choice of doing it in a container, and then having it sealed away. In here, he couldn't tell where he was in the room at any given time, and there was almost a hundred percent chance that he would get it on him at some point or another. Even if he didn't, he would have to deal with the smell of shit and piss all over the floor.

Damo held his waste in for as long as he could, for what felt like another day, but was really only about six hours. When he could no longer hold it, he cried as he squatted down. His hole stretched out heavily as log after log pushed out in a rush, his bowels eager to empty themselves completely of what had been held in them for so long. It fell to the floor, not in a neat pile, but here and there, bouncing and rolling on the floor. At least a third of it got pressed against his feet, pressed against them and clumping against the fur and the pads. "Gross, gross, gross," Damo muttered to himself as the wet farts and sounds of shit falling from his hole continued.

Bent over as if he were nothing but a wild bear taking a dump, he lost control of his bladder as well. The tip of his sheath opened with the force of his pissing, and hit Damo in the face before he was aware of it. Grunting and pulling his head back enough to get out of the way, he nevertheless could smell his piss mixing with the sweat covering his fur, and staining him with the scent already. There was no way to get rid of the smell.

The flow of piss and shit continued, both pooling on the ground on different sides of the room. The tinkling sound of the urine splashing on the wall mixed with the wet slap of his crap against the ground, making a disgusting symphony of bodily waste. "Never gonna get this out of my fur," the little cub muttered to himself.

Falling on his butt and smooshing down the pile of poop as he finally ran out of both wastes, he winced and curled his arms around his legs, just trying to forget about what was happening with him, trying to forget and ignore the way that part of his body...the part between his legs...was getting hard from everything that had just happened.

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Isaak watched the little cub every day through the night vision cameras that were installed in the ceiling of the small room, smiling at the way the little guy looked. Despite how skinny he was, the little bear cub was so sexy with whatever he did that the polar bear couldn't help but jerk off as he watched. The whole week had been little more than a jerk-off session for him as he watched the naked cub just move around the cell.

Draconicon had watched as well, but his interest had been more of a scientific nature, just watching for the signs of breaking in the cub, as far as Isaak knew. However, even he had gotten rather horny when the cub had started shitting over his feet and pissing in the cell.

"Man, that was a fun little mutual pawing session," Isaak muttered to himself with a fond smile for the memory.

The little cub had been in the sensory deprivation room for six whole days, and it was starting to approach noon, on the seventh day, when the dragon seemed to decide that the cub had been broken enough. "That's long enough, I think," Draconicon said, tapping the screen as the cub continued to stare blankly at the wall across from him. "He'll be happy enough to see the light, to hear another voice, that he'll do just about anything now," the dragon said.

Isaak smiled, standing up from his chair. "So, does that mean you want me to start educating our little sex slave to be?" he asked, his head cocked to the side, eager as could be.

"Yes," the dragon said, sitting down in the chair his partner had vacated. "Keep in mind, though, I'll be watching, so don't get off tangent, and don't hold back. It will just hurt him later, if you're too gentle now," he warned, giving Isaak a bit of a glare before turning his eyes back to the screen.

"Yeah, yeah...but I'm still gonna have fun," the polar bear muttered as he left the security room at the back of the bar.

The dragon watched the screen as if he'd not heard his partner, but shook his head as he muttered, "Have all the fun you want, Isaak, but if you screw up this slave, I'm gonna make sure you go down harder than you ever did out on the streets. I pulled you out, and I can put you back."

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Damo rocked back and forth in the darkness, almost to the point of whimpering by now. The only thing holding him back from that was the thought of those grownups opening the door and seeing him like that. "No way, no way are they gonna see me l-like that," he stammered softly to himself in the darkness. He barely felt able to move from the pressure the darkness exuded, feeling almost like a ton of bricks pressed against him.

"Come on, come on...some light...just give me some light, please, dear God let me have some light!"

Almost as if it were on cue, a wall of the darkness was pushed away, and almost painfully bright light hit him right on the face. Shading his eyes, Damo peered through his fingers at a shape in the light, unable to tell who it was. Despite that, he was thankful beyond belief that he was going to get let out of here. He couldn't have taken another minute, let alone another hour or day.

"Please...just let me...out...I can't take anymore..." Damo whispered as he tried to push himself to his feet. His paws squelched as they pressed into a log of shit, and he groaned softly as he slowly made his way up. He'd come into the room filthy, and he was leaving it filthier, he knew. "Please...I'll do whatever...you want...just let me out!" he pleaded.

The shaded figure didn't move for a moment. It merely stared down at him, as if considering his request. It did, however, eventually move, which was all that Damo cared about.

Stumbling through the room towards the light, Damo's footsteps squelched wetly with the shit that still clung to them, and in normal times, this would have made him blush, or at least try to wipe them off. But these were far from normal times, and his...captors? Masters?...seemed to prefer him as filthy as possible.

As the bear cub reached the clean floor outside of the room, he fell to the ground, kissing it gently. "Never...never again...no more darkness...no more emptiness..." he muttered softly, panting in relief of being free from the room.

"Well, that could easily be arranged, so long as you do well with your training," the figure behind him said. Damo could tell it was the polar bear, by the voice. "Now, get up. You got two big things to learn from me, and the first I want to make sure you learn quickly. That way, the second thing will be easier for you," Isaak added.

Damo just lay on the floor for a few minutes, getting his breath, and his sanity, back. He barely even heard the words the adult bear said. He just felt incredibly grateful to be out of the dark room. He knew that he would do anything to stay out of it.

When he still hadn't said anything for about ten minutes, Isaak sighed and pulled Damo to his feet. "Come on, get a grip. It could have been a month in there, if Draconicon had thought he had more time to keep you in there. But we're on a time limit here, so a week was all that we could spare. Now, come on, let's get started," the polar bear said as he half carried, half walked the younger bear into another back room of the club.

As soon as the door shut, silence fell in the room, showing it to be as soundproofed as the dark room. The walls were lined with red wall paper, with some pink and red pillows dotting the seats and couches around the room. In the center was a small fountain, with twinkling water coming out of it. Damo looked around at it and gaped at the beauty of the room, contrasted with the seediness of the main room of the club, and with the way that he felt.

"Don't worry, little cub. Acts back here can be as filthy or as clean as the customer likes. But today, its gonna be pretty filthy," Isaak said as he walked over to one of the couches, pulling out a small bottle of pills. "You see these? They are emetics, something you probably haven't heard of bef-"

"Pills that make me throw up?!" Damo stared at the older bear again. "You're gonna make me start throwing up now? You mean there are freaks out there that like watching that?!"

Isaak blinked a little bit, and nodded. "Quite a few actually, and since not many clubs boast having someone like that, you're going to draw in quite a few customers," the polar bear said. Holding the pill bottle out to the cub, he said, "I'm sorry for what I did with you before, but we had to get that done quickly. Now, will you just take the pills, please? I really want to get this going."

Damo hesitated as he walked closer, his hand slightly reached out. "If I take these...you're just gonna watch me puke, right? You won't, like, swallow it or anything, or make me do that with yours?" he asked, his eyes going from the pill bottles to the white furred face.

The older bears brown eyes stared right into Damo's for a few seconds, and nodded. "You just puke where I point, and then we'll move right along to the second thing. And so long as you make sure your vomit hits the right spots, the second lesson will be a lot easier. I promise," Isaak said. He shook the bottle a bit, and then put two small pills in Damo's paw. "Just swish these down, and then we'll wait for about ten minutes for them to take effect."

That was easy enough. Grabbing a bit of the cool water from the fountain and holding it in his paw, Damo swallowed the pills and water quickly, and sat down on one of the couches beside the older bear. He stayed quiet, holding a paw on his belly, rubbing it as he wondered how long those pills would take to work. "Um...where are you gonna...you know...have me puke?" he asked.

"Yes, yes, I almost forgot," Isaak muttered. Standing up from the couch, he shucked off his pants and his shirt in a flash to the surprise of the cub still on the couch. Sitting down and pulling on his sheath a little bit, Isaak patted his belly and gestured to his groin. "Just make sure it gets all over my belly and sheath, and my cock. Trust me, it will help."

Damo wasn't sure whether to believe Isaak or not, but the bigger bear was being a lot kinder than the last time he had seen him. Maybe he felt a little guilty about what he had done, after all? "I-if you say so," he muttered, curling up a little tighter around himself to hide his own sheath.

"Come on, cub," Isaak said, pushing the brown bear's legs apart a little bit. "Hiding yourself isn't a good way to make people treat you better. If you work back here, you need to be completely open to the customers purchasing your time. Otherwise, you're gonna make them mad, and angry customers will hurt yo-"

Damo blushed as Isaak stopped talking, knowing what he was staring at. His sheath and balls were a little swollen, the former with arousal, the second with unspent cum. In the dark room, he hadn't felt a need to jerk off, and so his balls had kept filling up, more and more until they had almost tripled in size. They felt so full, and they hung down to almost his mid thighs.

"Oh...I see why you might hide those," Isaak said, reaching down and fondling them with his blunt claws, to Damo's embarrassment. His prick started slowly edging out of his sheath, hardening as it went, and spilling pre already. Isaak chuckled a bit as he continued to stroke his own meat, looking down at the cub's dick. "Though I don't see why you'd want to hide that, I really don't."

Damo stayed still as his cock was stroked, not wanting to provoke the older bear...and not wanting the good feeling to end. He had stroked himself off before, but it hadn't been near as good as this, or how it felt when he was milked for cum when they'd first got him. But this, this was better than any of that, because the other guy was actually seeming to take his time with it.

"Ugh...uhhh...sir...this...this feels so good!" he grunted as his little hips started humping into the polar bear's paw.

Chuckling hard enough to make ripples spread out over his heavily furred gut, Isaak sped up the stroking of both their cocks. "Yeah, it always feels better when its another's hand down there," he said. Hearing a gurgle from the younger boy's belly, though, he pulled his paw back. "Sounds like your belly is about ready to upchuck. Ready?"

Damo nodded nervously, getting up shakily. Moving across the couch, he held his head over Isaak's belly, his stomach already heaving and his throat tightening down.

"Aim."

Damo shivered over Isaak's body, his whole body shaking as he held back his stomach's urge to completely empty itself. He rocked back and forth, his arms shaking, barely able to support him. Were these emetics or super emetics?!

"Shoot!" Isaak commanded, holding the younger bear up by the chest.

And boy, did Damo shoot. His mouth dropped open, and what little was left in his stomach that was solid came out with a vengeance. Mostly a brown liquid, the cub's vomit had little bits of yellow and orange speckled through it, almost as if it were a dark facsimile of easter egg paint.

Due to the lack of food during his time in the dark room, Damo's stomach couldn't let loose anything solid, but that didn't stop the young bear from puking a lot of liquid. Almost acidic in smell and feel, it splattered all over the polar bear's belly, spreading in rivulets down his sides. The brown stained the white fur, sinking in immediately as if from a paint brush.

"Ah, yes Damo, that's good," Isaak grunted, his cock pulsing lightly, hard and throbbing as he adjusted the cub's aim. The spewing junk of Damo's belly slowly spread down from the polar's bulging belly down over his hips, and slowly reached his sheath, cock, and balls. The brownish stain continued soaking into his fur, and Isaak groaned with pleasure with each spurt of vomit that left the little cub's mouth.

The vomit even seeped into Isaak's sheath, and he seemed to show no end of pleasure with that development. Squeezing his sheath around his cock, he groaned in heady pleasure at the way that felt, barely seeming to remember to hold Damo's body up.

A few minutes by Isaak's reckoning, a few hours by Damo's, the cub's stomach stopped heaving, and he was able to lie down on again. It was over Isaak's vomit soaked lap, with the stench and liquid that hadn't been soaked up by the polar bear's fur soaking into his chest, but at least he wasn't puking anymore.

Panting in soft relief from the lack of pain in his belly, Damo looked up at the polar bear. "What...what next, sir?" he asked.

Damo started to worry a little bit when Isaak hesitated, and stiffened up on the bear's lap. He was still weak, but he could move. Maybe he could get out of here now? No, that dragon was still in the club somewhere, he was sure, and he couldn't get out of here when that dragon was here. Besides...it wasn't so bad with Isaak. He was kind enough to be honest, and he was being nice enough to let him rest now. Maybe the next lesson wouldn't be so bad.

"The next lesson is anal sex."

Or maybe it would be good. Damo looked up a little bit at Isaak, cocking his head to the side a little bit. "Um...does that feel a bit like fingering your ass?" he asked.

Isaak seemed to cheer up a little bit, and nodded. "A little bit, but a person's cock is a lot thicker than a finger, and it's a lot longer too. Its definitely a favorite with the people around this neighborhood, too, so you need to get used to taking cocks up that backside of yours." He slowly lifted Damo off of his lap, showing his vomit slickened cock. "That's why I wanted you to do the vomit first, so that my cock could be slicker. Understand?"

Damo did, and nodded in response. "So, where do you want to fuck me?" he asked, showing a bit of excitement for this. He giggled a bit, even, as he stood up from the couch. "Couch, floor, fountain?"

The polar bear chuckled a bit at the younger bear, and got up off of the couch, setting him back on it. "You just hang onto the back of the couch, and make sure you don't slide off. I'll do the rest," Isaak said with a smile, turning Damo's head to look the other way.

Damo grinned as he wiggled his shit covered buttcheeks at the older bear before it was held immobile by Isaak's paws. Oh, he had wondered how this had felt for a long time, ever since he'd seen his daddy take it up the ass from a stranger before he died. His daddy had looked so happy having a dick up his hole, and now he'd feel how it felt.

Those paws on his ass kneaded the cheeks, and he giggled a bit as his hole was exposed. He felt it puckering as those strong polar bear claws rubbed over it. As Isaak breathed over it, though, Damo almost squeeled in happiness, giggling a bit as the hot breath played over his hole.

"Yeah, Draconicon's gonna love this hole later," he heard Isaak mutter quietly behind him. "Now, relax, little cub. This is gonna hurt a little bit," Isaak said as Damo felt him press something hard and wet against his hole. "Gonna fuck you good, little bear, but you're gonna love it too, aren't you?"

Damo didn't even get a chance to answer as Isaak's cockhead speared through his hole, powering inwards at a fast rate. Muffling a shout of pain against the top of the couch, Damo's ass tried to push the cock back out, as if taking a shit, and this kept it from ripping him apart. Isaak's cock had to be at least two inches wide, to feel like this in his hole.

"Oooooh, yes, such a tight hole...you might have fingered yourself, cub, but you're definitely a virgin," Isaak muttered. Damo felt the cock pulling out a bit before it was shoved in, even further this time. Instead of muffling a yell of pain this time, though, he had to use the couch to keep a yelp of pleasure from coming out. The next thrust brought pleasure even harder to muffle, and the next one harder still.

The older bear's thrusting got harder and harder, even as the last of his cock's eight inches of length slipped into the cub. Each thrust was harder than the last, Isaak's body slowly creeping over Damo's back as they fucked with the ferocity of the ferals that their species had once been. Isaak grunted over the cub's back, huffing and grunting in Damo's ears, pre shooting into the cub's rear faster and harder as the session went on.

For Damo's part, this was altogether the best feeling he'd ever gone through. His hole was battered, and soaked with the older bear's pre, and his prostate was under constant assault. Underneath his belly, his cock bounced off his flat stomach with each thrust, and his own pre was splattering all over the couch, marking it with his sex scent. His groans and moans of pleasure filled the air and mixed with Isaak's voice, creating a sexual symphony, with the thrusting percussion, the moaning chorals, and the squeaking couch as the strings.

He wanted it to last forever.

But it only lasted for five more minutes, as the older bear came hard in Damo's ass, filling it, bombarding the prostate with shot after shot of pre from the overly filled balls of the polar bear. In turn, this triggered Damo's climax, shooting over the couch. Ropes of cum, thick and almost solid at points, splattered over the red cushions, further polluting the once clean room. Just as Isaak had hoped.

As his own climax overwhelmed him, Damo slid down on the couch and off of Isaak's cock. He panted softly, exhausted from the fucking and from the lack of food, and wanting so badly to fall asleep. As he slowly drifted off, the door to the room slammed open.

In the light from the hall stood a hippo in a suit, one that was too small and allowed a gut bigger than Isaak's to hang out. "What the hell is going on here?! Isaak, explain why you're breaking my rules!"

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There's chapter two of this story, and as a warning, things are only going to get stronger, more disgusting, and more difficult for this little cub. Will he survive this? We'll find out, won't we? Anyway, comment and rate, if you can. I always love comments. Just take a few seconds out of your day and tell me how I did.