Story Post: Kalvin and Harvard Ch 4 Workout Routine

Holy shit I'm behind on posting stories for you guys. I'm feeling good about being caught up on the new scenes, the final part of High School Days Ch 28 will post on the 4th, but i'm way behind on posting full chapters for you. I'm gonna make a real effort to catch up on these.

Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this one. Next one will be soon, since its written and in edits, but the next story post will be something truly OLD and cringe worthy. :)

Kalvin and Harvard Chapter 4: Workout Routine

Story Post for October, 2016

Coauthor: Ajax B. Coriander

Universe: Blackstone's Organization

Tags: NC, Slavery, Oral, Hyena, Kangaroo, Ram

8,228 words

Artwork by Clamcrusher

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Kalvin learns what his new life as a muscle boy toy will be like…

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“Are you ready to begin?” the falsely pleasant computer voice of ABS said, echoing in a strange way in the white room out beyond the full body scanner Kalvin stood in.

“Yes… Abs?” the hyena said uncertainly.

“Good.” The digital voice paused for a moment, as if something were loading, and then continued. “There is approximately 20 minutes left in your scheduled breakfast meal time. You should eat before the day's first regimen is scheduled to begin.” As the electronic voice spoke the display screen built into the mirrors changed, displaying a long scrolling timetable alongside the list of fitness goals for the day.

“Breakfast,” Kalvin said numbly, still shaken by his encounter with Simon. The ram had been so authoritative and imposing, despite his comparatively slight frame. Like all the men who had been trainers at the facility, he had the kind of powerful presence Kalvin was drawn to naturally. The more masculine and imposing, the more Kalvin liked a guy. He’d have happily given the ram a blowjob had they met in a bar, or even as the middle of a threesome with Frank, but the situation he was trapped in made such thoughts idiotic. The big hyena shook his head to clear the ram’s scent and the taste of his cock from his thoughts. “Okay, Abs. Where do I-” Kalvin stopped, because the door to his sleeping quarters had given a sharp click as it unlocked. The door slowly swung open in the smooth fashion automatic doors had, and the hyena’s nose twitched. The sharp, rich smell of hot food tickled Kalvin’s nose and made his mouth water.

Cautiously, the hyena left the Automated Body Scanner and went to peer out of the door. Sitting in the hallway on little built in legs was a shiny metal tray of food that had obviously been laid out for him to take. Kalvin folded his ears back, suddenly fearful of going outside his assigned room, his bare toes tapping the hardwood floor as he made his way over to his meal. He looked down at the tray, and then glanced up and down the hallway. Whoever had left it here was gone, and there was no sign of life in the mansion hallway.

Kalvin picked the shiny metal tray up carefully, shut the door, and looked at what he’d been given to eat. It was an egg white omelet mixed with orange and red peppers, with two plump sausage links that were the first he’d seen in months. There was also a cup of oatmeal topped with raisins and cinnamon, and a strawberry protein shake in a plastic bottle. He carried his meal over to the bed and started to eat, forcing himself not to simply scarf the food down like a starving animal. The meal was orgasmic compared to the grey slop Conrad had always given him and the other slaves under the shepherd’s care. It was so nice to taste real flavors again, well… flavors other than the salty taste of cum. As Kalvin worked his way through the meal, enjoying even the finely made oatmeal, he felt his cock start to vibrate, washing pleasure through his body again. The phantom sensation was so strong that the hyena had to stop and grip his dick, groaning as the strange sensation overwhelmed the pleasure of eating a good meal.

Like when it had happened yesterday, it was one of the most unsettling things Kalvin had ever felt. The hyena was certain that his dick wasn’t vibrating. His paw was holding onto his completely unmoving erection, which was rock hard and completely steady as the feeling washed through his dick again in a powerful wave. Because it also felt as if someone had put a vibrator right against the head of his dick and turned it on high. An electric buzzing sensation ran up his shaft which felt much like e-stimulation. Kalvin huffed, whining softly and squirming as he tried to focus on the first real meal he’d had since the surprise romantic dinner he’d shared with Frank on the night he had been taken by the facility, but it was incredibly hard to focus.

“Wh-what’s happening…” Kalvin whimpered, his paw squeezing his penis as it throbbed and pulsed with sensation. It felt for all the world as if someone’s lips had just pressed to the head of his dick and their mouth had slid down it.

“Master Harvard has activated a good morning greeting program.” Abs electronic voice said without emotion.

“Wh-what? Why?” Kalvin whimpered back, the lack of a person making him forget that talking back to one of his captures was a bad idea. That and the phantom sensations of his dick being sucked were truly disconcerting. He could even feel the slick wetness of the muzzle as it slid down his shaft.

“I believe Master Harvard wanted to give you an actual blowjob this morning, but felt he would miss too many of his meetings if he did so. The chances of becoming distracted by you as he did last night were too high.”

The hyena huffed and groaned softly as it got worse, and when he closed his eyes he could clearly make out the distinct sensations of someone’s tongue, teeth, and lips on his penis as they sucked his dick. He could feel lips sliding down the length of his shaft, the soft suction of a warm mouth on his sensitive tip, and the sensations were so real that he was growing close to orgasm. His balls drew up and his dick ached, and Kalvin began stroking himself instinctively, trying desperately to relieve the arousal he felt. The muscular hyena’s body tensed, his pectoral’s flexing as the dual sensations, real paw and phantom mouth, washed over him. He barked softly, focusing on the head of his dick, his fingers rapidly rubbing at the flared head, but no matter how he stroked himself, Kalvin couldn’t push himself over the edge. He shuddered on the edge, dick throbbing as he worked it with his paw. His breathing hitched, his body tensing, paw moving as he fell back on the bed, frantically jerking himself off to no avail.

Miles away, Harvard watched the sight with a grin on his phone, hidden cameras in the ceiling capturing the sight of his new hyena slave pleasuring himself without being able to climax.

After a minute or two, the phantom sensations faded, leaving Kalvin gasping for air as he worked his long dick with his just a paw, trying helplessly to beat off and achieving nothing but a heightened state of arousal where he dripped copious precum onto his belly.

The hyena let his paw fall still and sagged back on his bed panting. He thought about all the things Harvard had done to him while trying out the settings on his new ‘toy’. There had been many strange things the badger had been able to make the hyena’s cock do and feel, but this was still a surprise. It had felt just like a blowjob… as if Harvard had actually been there and been going down on him. And Kalvin was pretty sure it had been Harvard’s mouth… it’d felt the same as the first blowjob the badger had given him when they met, when the badger had tested whether Kalvin could cum or not. Maybe it had even been a recording of that same blowjob? The big hyena shuddered at the thought. Well, he knew one thing about what had been done to his body. Harvard could control him from any distance, not just from within the same room.

“Kalvin, you have approximately 5 minutes left for breakfast.” Abs said in its deadpan electronic voice.

The hyena rolled his eyes and sat up with a groan, “Relax, I’m almost done.” He poked at the last of the oatmeal on the tray listlessly, his enthusiasm for eating gone now that his body wanted something more primal, and mumbled, “This Star Trek computer routine is going to get real old, real fast.”

There was a soft beep, and another whir like something was loading. “Non-compliant attitude detected,” Abs intoned. “Punishment is being generated within acceptable limits as programed by the operator.” The hyena looked up, ears perking as two more beeps sounded, and something was displayed on the screen inside the scanning machine. It looked like a wheel was spinning, but his bed was too far away for him to see what was listed on the while before something was selected. “An extra twenty pushups have been added to the required workout regime.”

The hyena scowled over at the large scanning device, “What the fuck?” Kalvin huffed, his temper briefly rising, his emotions heightened after being edged like that. “You can’t do that you glorified toaster!”

“I do not share any components with a toaster, Kalvin.” Abs paused, the electronic voice remaining monotone. “However, it is well within my programming and rights to apply punishments within organization guidelines based upon a slave’s attitude. This will also occur if you damage any equipment or personal property of the master or attempt to disobey orders given by the staff or this unit.” Abs electronic voice was so matter of fact and clinical as it said this that Kalvin shivered a bit. The idea that a computer program could punish him was truly unsettling.

A few deep breathes cleared the muscular hyena’s pounding head. “Alright, I… I’m sorry. I’m ready.” Kalvin said, not wanting to piss off the toaster any more than he had already. He got up, set the tray down on the bed, and took the half-finished protein shake with him as he headed to the door. He was about to leave when Abs stopped him by shutting the door.

Kalvin blinked in surprise as the door just swung shut on its own, audibly locking right in front of him. He stared at it in shock until Abs said, “Your medical record indicates you need to wear a jock strap to support your testicles and erection as you work out. Please retrieve one from the closet before we continue.” There was a soft click, and what Kalvin had thought was just some decorative molding on the wall popped forward to reveal a built in closet located alongside the body scanner. The big hyena felt a shiver run down his spine as he thought about just how creepy it was that the door and closet in his new room were operated by a computer program he had no control over.

The hyena padded across the room and opened the wall panel door carefully. Inside the closet there was a rack of shirts hanging above several dresser drawers built into the wall. The second drawer down clicked and slid out quietly, revealing a drawer filled with dozens of different types of designer jockstraps. No two were alike, but they were all in his size, although none of them would effectively conceal the hyena’s now permanent erection. This, Kalvin realized with dismay, was why a good portion of the jocks had an opening at the top of the pouch for his dick to poke out the top. This would leave his balls supported, and keep him from smacking his permanent erection into anything but his own abs.

Above this array of sexy underwear were sleeveless muscle shirts, tank tops, and leather harnesses, clothing that would show off rather than conceal the hyena’s muscles. On top of the drawers, a few pairs of jogging shorts were folded beside high end running shoes. All of the clothing was expensive looking, and most were see-through or skimpy enough that Kalvin wondered if he would ever be able to properly conceal his body again. Not that he’d been given much opportunity to be modest during his training, but still. The clothing told Kalvin that no matter what he was doing, Harvard expected him to be attractive eye candy.

The hyena held what remained of his strawberry protein shake in one paw, wondering what he should put on. Would Abs object if he put on a shirt and shorts? Could he take one of the harnesses to use somehow? Kalvin thought about the toaster breathing over his shoulder, and he decided to just grab a jockstrap and go. He yanked one out, a red jock with the word ‘DIESEL’ in white stitching across the waistband. Kalvin quickly stepped into it, the fabric cupping his large nuts as the hyena’s raging erection stretched out the red and white piped pouch. Kalvin adjusted his cock so that the tip slid through the opening at the top of the pouch, so that the top of his dick jutted out of the underwear, pulling it in close to his abs by the soft fabric. It was exactly his size and fit wonderfully, of course. However explicit it looked, Kalvin bet that he would be able to run in these even with his permanent boner.

“Good. Your first fitness goal is stretching. Dispose of your drink on the breakfast tray, then proceed to the yoga mat in the gym and assume the positions indicated. Hold each until the counter reaches zero to receive credit.” The display inside the scanner shifted again, and Kalvin glanced in to see a large pictogram representation of Kalvin appear in the yoga position labeled, ‘downward dog’.

The hyena turned to the door, which opened again for him, but just as he was about to cross the threshold, he hesitated, unsure where to go. “H-how do I get to the gym from here?” Kalvin said, and when there was no reply he said, “Abs?”

Kalvin felt a sudden jolt in his underwear as his dick jumped, twitching to the left. It had felt exactly like somebody had grabbed his dick and tugged it sharply to one side. The hyena gasped and looked left, fully expecting to see someone standing there with their paw on his shaft, but there was no one else in the hallway. It was just another phantom sensation, but it had felt so real that Kalvin’s heart was racing in surprise as he looked around, trying to see where the person who had just grabbed his dick might be hiding. He was half expecting to catch a glimpse of them rounding the corner at the end of the hallway, but there was nothing there.

Instead, a few feet down the corridor to his left, Kalvin saw a flashing white arrow displayed in one of the mirrors, pointing away from his room. “Follow the arrows,” Abs’s disembodied voice told Kalvin coolly. “Computer displays are concealed in the hallway mirrors. I will guide you.”

“Freaking toaster,” Kalvin muttered softly, and then turned and followed the arrows to toward the gym.

***

Several hours later, when Kalvin’s short fur was dripping with sweat and he was panting constantly, the hyena regretted that grumbled remark. He was convinced Abs was holding a grudge about being called a toaster. After a guided yoga routine that stretched Kalvin’s body to the limits, and featured several positions that were much more sexual in nature than yoga poses, the machine had made the hyena run 5 miles on the treadmill, do one hundred and twenty pushups that mimicked fucking somebody missionary style, and now had the hyena training with free weights so hard that his muscles were burning.

Abs counted every lift and motion the hyena made, slowly counting down the required amount, and occasionally instructing him to turn or flex in a certain way for his master. If Kalvin didn’t complete the stretch or lift properly, the computer didn’t count that rep. It was maddening, watching the number of reps he had to do slowly going steadily down, and then just stop moving when the hyena’s strength flagged and his form faltered.

Still, Kalvin was making good progress on the task list Abs displayed for him on the gym’s mirrors. Every mirror in the mansion was the same kind of advanced digital display apparently, a shiny reflective surface one moment, and the next a computer screen that displayed glowing windows like an LCD screen.

And in case Master Harvard was watching, Kalvin tried to put on a show. He grunted a little louder than he needed to, posed in front of the mirrors he assumed held cameras, and flexed his muscles as if someone besides the A.I. was watching him.

If all he’d had to do was follow the workout plan, Kalvin thought he could handle it. Flexing for his unseen audience and showing off his muscled body wasn’t too humiliating. He didn’t even know if his new master was watching, but that wasn’t the end of it. Each time the hyena moved on to a new exercise, Abs would play one of Conrad’s workout explanation videos.

The videos were displayed on the gym’s floor to ceiling mirrors so large that it was like Conrad was standing in the room with him, smirking at Kalvin and telling the hyena how much of a bitch he was if he couldn’t do this lift right, or how much doing squats like this would help him take his master’s fat cock.

Kalvin kept telling Abs to stop playing them, and while the computer did pause the videos, each time he got ready to start a new exercise there would be another demeaning tirade about proper form and submission from the German shepherd physical trainer. Another example of a demoralized slave performing the prescribed workout as Conrad degraded them, or fucked their ass or mouth. Kalvin recognized some of the slaves, like the chubby hippo Conrad had scared so badly, and once a video had featured Kalvin himself doing a perfect squat onto a thick dildo.

After a few hours of flexing, posing, and exercising, the phantom groping sensations that he’d felt during breakfast started again. Without warning, without explanation, Kalvin would feel paws grabbing his ass or dick. They came out of nowhere, lasted for only a minute or two, and then were just gone. Kalvin was convinced that the phantom feelings were Harvard playing with him remotely somehow. Abs did not reply when he demanded to know what had just happened beyond explaining that Kalvin had not performed the exercise he was doing properly, but the hyena could just imagine the badger idly teasing him as he worked on some big business deal in his office.

The combination of the dispassionate, disembodied voice of Abs, Conrad’s shouting, condescending voice, and the intimate, almost loving caresses of someone who wasn’t there was beginning to drive the hyena a bit crazy. It was just as bad as any workout Conrad had ever put him through in person, except now that Kalvin’s dick was rock hard and bouncing about instead of locked in a chastity cage.

Not that being erect mattered, Kalvin was a slave. Pleasuring himself wasn’t something he was allowed to do anymore. That had been burned into his head by Conrad, and his shouting voice reminded the hyena of what he had learned at the dog’s firm paws. So instead of tormenting himself by rubbing his useless erection, Kalvin focused on the work outs, tried to keep his mind on the physical motion of his body, of doing as he was told while not listening to Conrad’s constant stream of degradation. It worked for the most part, and Kalvin fell into a haze of exhausted muscles.

It was sometime after lunch, a quick meal of energy bars and protein shakes delivered to the gym door on another silver tray, when Kalvin finally received a shock that stopped him in his tracks. As Kalvin got a barbell ready to do a set of overhead presses with a barbell, Abs played another video on the large mirror screen which made the hyena’s heart sink in his chest and stare open mouthed as he recognized the slave in this explanation video.

It was Robert, the red kangaroo Kalvin had been assigned to share a cell with when he’d first got to the training facility and another slave in Conrad’s care. The broad, red furred face was unmistakable, because Kalvin still saw it in his nightmares.

Robert had been there for him that first night after Kalvin had been kidnapped, threatened and forced to brutally submit to his new life as a slave under Conrad’s boot, and Kalvin been there when the kangaroo was taken away by his new master.

The burly hyena’s grip on the barbell tightened as he looked into Robert’s eyes, not listening to whatever awful thing Conrad was spouting. The kangaroo had been the one to hold the hyena at night as Kalvin suffered through his first few weeks of submission training.

***

Kalvin had always been a bottom. He’d always known he was gay, ever since he’d seen his first muscle magazine. The hyena even loved pleasuring another guys. Making his boyfriend Frank cum was the best thing in the world. But submission, truly submitting to whatever humiliating demands a top had was not something he had experienced until he had been kidnapped. But he became very familiar with it once his masked abductors had delivered him into the paws of the sadistic German shepherd, Conrad.

What Conrad did to him, even on that first day, was so much more intense than the gentle dominance his lover Frank had enjoyed. And Kalvin had submitted, because Conrad had a very simple and effective threat. If Kalvin did not submit, if the hyena did not do every degrading and dehumanizing thing the shepherd wanted, Frank would suffer the same fate. There was no escape. Kalvin was a slave now, but if he was a good boy, he could ensure that Frank remained free. So Kalvin submitted.

When forced to lick the dog’s feet, Kalvin worked his tongue between his toes. When told to crawl on his hands and knees to greet a guard who came to see Conrad, he’d begged to suck the stranger off, groveling as best he could at the horse’s hooves. Kalvin didn’t even resist when the German shepherd beat him, using a riding crop to correct the hyena’s posture until he could hold all of the slave positions perfectly, all on his first day as a slave. Conrad had ended the day by fucking Kalvin, and the hyena’s hole still twinged painfully when he thought about the German shepherd’s thick knot ramming into his hole as Conrad forced Kalvin to cum while being raped, and then placed the hyena in a special chastity cage big enough to hold his dick.

Kalvin had started crying at that point, and didn’t stop for a long time. They’d thrown Kalvin into a cell wearing only his new chastity cage and the jizz of every trainer and guard they passed on the way to his cell. Kalvin’s chest ached at the memory of lying broken on the floor, weeping, his rump raw and his body aching, as someone’s strong arms encircled his head and held him tenderly.

That was how Kalvin met Robert, and he remembered his fellow slave’s strong arms holding his head, petting his head fur gently. The younger kangaroo somehow got Kalvin through the shock of being made into a slave, having his life ripped away, and being forced to submit to his captor’s whims all to keep Frank safe.

Robert was in much the same situation as Kalvin was. Before being kidnapped along with his older brother, a gang banger who had crossed the wrong rich man, Robert had been a straight laced, and totally straight, and a virgin. A literal choir boy. Conrad had been his first kiss, but being unspoiled goods made him valuable, so Robert had to behave or his brother would end up being punished. Robert sucked his first dick when Conrad shoving his head down onto Kalvin’s massive dick, choking the kangaroo until he learned to control his gag reflex. Kalvin still felt awful about that.

They became inseparable in that horrible place, supporting each other as the trainers broke them each down, each boy coming to rely on the other more and more as they submitted to the whims and wills of the trainers. Without the kangaroo, Kalvin was certain he would have lost his mind and attacked his captors. He was stronger than most of the trainers, except maybe Conrad himself, and he could probably have killed a few of them before the guards shot him if he’d surprised them. But Robert kept him from losing perspective, reminded the hyena he was protecting someone, and so Kalvin stayed strong for Frank. He learned to submit without losing himself, and in the end Conrad considered Kalvin one of the best behaved slaves he’d ever trained. Kalvin didn’t think that was something to be proud of, but he was grateful to Robert.

They shared that tiny prison cell until the day Robert was sold to a rich moose who worked for the organization as some kind of lawyer. The towering moose had taken a liking to the kangaroo when he’d come to see Conrad about some paperwork for Kalvin, and had spied the kangaroo’s taut ass while he was doing squat thrusts. When he learned that Robert’s ass wasn’t just virgin, but straight as well, he bought the kangaroo on the spot.

The muscled hyena still dreamed about the way Robert had howled and screamed when that big moose took him for the first time. It happened in their cell, in the little slice of the world where the trainers left them alone, on the bed neither of them had ever been allowed to use.

The moose had ordered Kalvin to lie on the floor beside the bed while he ‘introduced his slave to its new master’, as the moose had put it, and so Kalvin had heard and seen every thrust of the big male’s brutal lovemaking.

Robert’s hand had dangled over the side of the little bed in their cell, and Kalvin had held it tightly as the bed shook and the moose bellowed, venting his lust on the kangaroo underneath him. Robert had begged and pleaded with the man to go slowly, to be gentle, but that only seemed to encourage the bull moose to go faster and harder, busting the kangaroo’s cherry ass with a dick that even Kalvin, an experienced bottom, would have been afraid to take like that. They went at it throughout the night, using a whole bottle of good lube before the moose’s balls had been truly emptied into the kangaroo’s rump. Then, the gruff lawyer had entwined himself with Robert’s body and slept, dick still half hard inside the sobbing, broken kangaroo.

Robert had clutched Kalvin’s paw all night long, lifting his head to lick Robert’s tears away, and he only let go when the moose had carried the kangaroo away the next. Kalvin had thought he’d never see the kangaroo’s face again, and the tears streaked look on Robert’s face as the door closed behind them was burned into Kalvin’s nightmares, just like Frank’s smiling face was.

***

And now, Kalvin was looking at his friend once more. Abs began to play the video with Robert in it, and Kalvin couldn’t bring himself to say stop. He just looked at the only person that had showed him kindness during the months he’d spent under Conrad’s boot, chest tight with pain.

The kangaroo was on his knees, his paws on his thighs, with a chastity cage hanging between his legs. “Welcome to another training video cunts,” Conrad intoned. “Today we’ll be doing overhead barbell presses in the seated position. And since that means I can’t shove my dick in my lovely slave today while he does them like I normally would for these videos, he’s going to practice his dirty talking as he works out. You cunts be sure to follow along as we work out and take note of what he says. He’s a good little cunt, and knows how to talk properly to please his master, and you all need to learn the same thing.”

The hyena glanced at the collar around Robert's neck, where a large, bone shaped dog tag read “Property of Master Conrad” in silver letters. Apparently, the moose had gotten his fun from Robert and sold him back to the German shepherd. The video continued to play, and Robert performed the exercise with perfect form, his voice shaking as he lifted the barbell up and down in smooth motions, eyes locked on the camera as he degraded himself for Conrad’s pleasure as the dog stood behind him, his erection rubbing the back of Robert’s head as he lifted the barbell up and down.

After a few minutes, Kalvin couldn’t take it anymore. He just couldn’t look at that German shepherd’s grinning face as his friend said things like, “I am a worthless whore that’s only good for sucking my Master’s thick dog dick. There is no better feeling in the world than having my master fuck my broken ass as I whine like the weak little cunt I am. I am so glad my master only lets me cum while I’m locked up in my cage. I wouldn’t know how to stroke myself to orgasm anyway, because I’m just a big dumb jock that would be lost without my master…”

“Stop it. Stop it right now, Abs.” The hyena growled, kneeling down to put the weights on the bar as the video paused. Like he had before, Abs left the still image up on the screen, showing Robert’s frozen face as Conrad stood proprietorially behind his new slave, the dog’s dick rubbing against the side of Robert’s face. Kalvin grabbed the weights, eyes burning as he racked them roughly, got into position, and picked the bar bell up off the floor. He started to angrily do his sets, counting out the reps just like Abs wanted him too. Every number that passed through his lips seemed to just fuel his rage as he looked at Robert’s crestfallen face and Conrad’s smirk of triumph. He wanted nothing more than to just go and punch that mirror, right smack dab in Conrad’s face. He wanted to vent the rage he’d been holding back for so long on the dog, but he knew it wouldn’t matter. The only thing that would happen was that he’d be punished for ‘damaging equipment or personal property’ as Abs had put it.

The hyena’s anger as he moved on to the second set of 20 reps was why he didn’t notice that something was wrong, didn’t see that the heavy weights had started to shift. The hyena’s shaky form and fast motions were causing the plates on one side to slowly slide towards the end of the bar, because in his blind anger Kalvin had forgotten to put the locking pin back in.

Kalvin’s mind was focused solely on every twisted and sick thing he wanted to do to that smirking German shepherd. He’d start by kicking Conrad right in the balls. Then he’d pound that smug grin off Conrad’s face and fuck the hell out of the dog. Make him feel what it’s like to have somebody bigger and stronger rape his ass brutally, just like that moose had done to Robert. He’d make Conrad dance on his lap; force the dog to fuck himself onto his dick just like the shepherd had done to that poor straight horse for the boy’s first time with a male.

Then he’d force the smug German shepherd onto a breeding bench and let every single slave in the facility rape him until Conrad was just a puddle of broken jizz. Maybe Kalvin would even let that chubby hippo who had lost a nut thanks to Conrad go first.

The broad shoulder hyena was just reached a count of fifteen in the second set, his muscles aching and heart pounding, when it happened. The unsecured weight finally reached the end of the bar just as Kalvin brought the bar down and started to lift it back up. The plate slipped off, hitting the gym floor with a heavy clunk, and the barbell jerked suddenly in Kalvin’s paws. The heavier end dipped suddenly, and Kalvin staggered, trying to control it, but the lighter end of the barbell still lurched up and smacked Kalvin right in the jaw.

The hyena reeled back and yelped in pain, erection waving about, barely keeping a grip on the uneven barbell. He dropped the heavy weights to the floor with a clatter and staggered away from the mirrored wall, sitting heavily down on the weight bench. “Fuck!” Kalvin cursed, his fingers clamping tightly around his jaw as his eyes watered.

Spots danced and swirled in front of Kalvin’s eyes, and he huffed in pain, face throbbing. His anger drained away as the pain began to subside, the bulky hyena hunched forward, cursing himself for being so stupid. His tear drop shaped ears perked up as he heard Abs intone, “Kalvin, enter the body scanner and press the activate button. I need to asses if anything is broken.”

Kalvin didn’t protest the order; instead he stood up, clutching his jaw as he walked over to a second, more streamlined body scanner which had been installed in the gym’s wall. The big hyena got into position, and the machine whirred to life around him, focusing on his upper body. It only lasted a few seconds before Abs said, “There is minor bruising, but no fracture or broken bones. There is no risk of further damage. Please reset the weights, secure them properly, and continue the routine.”

“Fuck that, there is no way in hell I’m continuing like this.” Kalvin snapped as he looked at the list of unfinished exercises that he was still supposed to complete. He’d completed almost two thirds, but his jaw hurt like hell, his heart was pounding, and he felt angrier than he had in weeks. Most of his time since being kidnapped, he’d been afraid. Now, his emotions boiled with anger.

“You wish to disregard my instructions and precede to your rest requirements without completing the workout routine?” Abs intoned in the same deadpan voice.

“Yes!” Kalvin shouted at the disembodied voice, temper flaring as the pain made his face throb.

“As you wish,” Abs replied, his voice displaying no annoyance at being disobeyed. “I have been instructed not force you to complete your exercises. I will contact Sir Chef Simon and you will meet him promptly in the kitchen for your next lesson. You will need to rerack the weights before you leave the gym.”

“How do I get there?” The young hyena asked sullenly; his temper cooling as he rubbed his sore jaw, surprised that he had won the argument.

“Spin in place, and I will show you.” Abs replied, his voice revealing no annoyance or... anything really. The machine was just a machine, and Kalvin realized that any emotion he had been ascribing to that voice was all in his own head. Abs might be a very sophisticated program, but he was still just a computer. He wasn’t actually a person.

Kalvin furrowed his brow, and decided to humor the advanced toaster oven. As he turned around, his dick seemed to lurch again, pointing towards the door as it began to vibrate inside of his jock strap. He turned a little to the left to pick up the weights, and the sensation changed, as if a hand were tugging him around until he shifted back towards the door, at which point it returned to a stroking vibration and sped up again. “Whoa…” said the muscle bound hyena as he realized that his dick was acting like some kind of compass or dowsing rod.

“Follow the sensations, and they will guide you through the mansion.” Abs said.

“Why don’t you just use the damn arrows like before,” Kalvin huffed, his arms shaking as he carefully racked the weights. It felt exactly like someone was tugging on his cock, trying to drag him towards the door, and that made his head spin.

“Sensational directions are part of the punishment for noncompliance. No further visual indicators will be given until you are in compliance.” Abs replied in crisp, emotionless tones. Kalvin only responded by growling softly in frustration as his dick pulsed slowly, a tingle running from the base down to the tip as if trying to pull him along.

The walk that followed was a long one for the young hyena. The constant tingling of his shaft brought him so close to bliss that it was torture, and half way through his dick began to leak pre cum, which dripped down his tingling cock. The muscle bound hyena panted and his tail thrashed behind him as that constant teasing never ceased. He wanted to reach down and jerk off, but he was a slave, and knew he wasn’t allowed to touch himself…

…Kalvin abruptly stopped walking. Wait, that wasn’t right. That was what the trainers had taught him. His new Master had given him other instructions…

Kalvin could touch himself again now.

Kalvin’s eyes widened and he looked down at his dripping cock as the realization slowly dawned on him. Harvard had specifically said that he could touch himself all he wanted, and it hadn’t been a lie either. Kalvin had stroked himself during the phantom blowjob while eating breakfast in his room without even thinking about it, and Abs hadn’t reacted at all except to remind him of the time. If he’d been breaking the rules of the house, Abs would have punished him for sure. Kalvin could really jerk himself off all he wanted.

The hyena looked down at the thick erection jutting up from between his legs, and gulped a little. The flared tip of his dick seemed to look back at him, the slit winking at him as it oozed pre and shuddered. He hadn’t been able to really pleasure himself since being enslaved, and his heart thumped in his chest as his hand reached down, his fingers pushing the pouch of the jockstrap down so that more of his ever hard dick poked through the opening in the tight white and red fabric. It’d be so easy to just… jerk off. To pretend to be a free man again for a while and just beat off right here and now.

It would only frustrate him more, he couldn’t actually get off… but it would also feel so good. And it would be just for himself, because there was nobody here to ogle him or order him to say demeaning things as he pawed off. Kalvin could just… enjoy himself sexually again.

Kalvin began panting, his weeks of harsh training fighting against his desire. His erection bounced as the big hyena’s chest rose and felt, and he looked down at himself, his fingers edging closer and closer to the hard length of his own dick as if he were scared of it. His fingertips were just centimeters away from touching his own flesh, his heart pounding, when he yanked his paws away just before he touched himself. Kalvin took a deep breath, and his fists clenched as he brought them down to his sides.

“A slave is obedient. A slave is grateful,” Kalvin muttered under his breathe, his voice harsh as he used the mantra to steel himself against the temptation. Jerking off when he couldn’t climax would only make things worse, making him more desperate, and easier to manipulate.

“A slave is useful. A slave is patient.” He’d been allowed to cum just the night before, and so the next few days should be at least somewhat relaxing before that need started to build up again inside of him. Kalvin could resist the temptation his hard on posed.

“A slave is worthless without his master,” Kalvin muttered harshly, ignoring his bouncing cock. The big hyena just needed to get to the kitchen and then the tingling vibrations would stop. He adjusted the jockstrap to hold his cock more snugly, so only the tip of his dick was poking out, and stormed off, his bare paws hitting the ground in hard slaps as if he were angry with the finely polished floors, rather than himself.

Kalvin looked around the hallways intently, trying to distract himself as he stalked the halls. The thing that seemed the strangest about the mansion was the lack of staff. He expected to run into at least a few people as he walked the halls, but there was no one else to be seen. In a way Kalvin was thankful for that emptiness, because it allowed him some modicum of privacy, or at least it would if he didn’t keep seeing little hidden cameras all over the place. Most likely, his progress through the manor was being carefully watched from some security room; probably by the elephant guard Philip.

Still, Kalvin was curious about where the staff could all be. A place like this needed servants, even just to keep the dust from building up. He played possibilities through his head as he tried to distract himself from the vibration between his legs, but as he got closer to the kitchen that became harder as the sensation grew more and more intense.

By the time he finally made it to his destination following the buzzing sensations in his dick, the hyena felt as if his brain had been turned to mush.

Kalvin pushed the door marked ‘Kitchen’ open, and found that Chef Simon was cooking something delicious smelling and complicated while listening to music. The ram was standing at the center of the most impressive looking kitchen Kalvin had ever seen. Everything in this kitchen was modern chrome and marble, and every surface gleamed. The scents of food and cleaning products mixed in such strong proportions that Kalvin was briefly knocked out of his lusty haze, blinking away tears as he stood in the doorway, thoroughly impressed with how good a kitchen this was.

Simon was clearly in his element, setting out and chopping vegetables as some complicated soup simmered on the stove. The slender ram was still dressed in his fine clothes, but with a bright white apron around his neck, which seemed unnecessary since there wasn’t a spot of food on him. Kalvin could see that under the apron, Simon had his dick poking out the fly of his pants, and the ram was hard as he cooked.

“About time you showed up… be more prompt when Abs sends you to me. I was about to begin sautéing these.” The horny ram gave a snort, setting aside his work. “Do not ever interrupt me while cooking unless it is an emergency or it will go very badly for you,” Simon said smoothly, taking his apron off and stroking his hard cock in one hand as he fiddled with a tablet in the other, shutting off the smooth music that had been playing through the house speakers. The tablet made that distinct locking sound as Simon set it on top of the counter beside where he had been working. The ram turned away from the countertop and pointed to the ground in front of him, “Position 5, boy. Suck me if you want, but listen closely. In a few minutes, you will be—”

Kalvin practically threw himself to his knees, slobbering on the proffered dick with such enthusiasm that the ram gave a sudden bleat and broke off his lecture. The stoic man shivered, his back straightening as Kalvin knelt with his hands behind his back and put all of the pent up lust and energy he’d felt all day while working out into giving a blowjob, using Simon as a proxy for his own pleasure, and pouring everything he was into making the man climax.

The ram started to speak, halted, sucked in a long breath, and steadied himself before he started to speak again, clearly intent on giving his little speech despite how good the hyena’s mouth felt, “You will be introducing yourself to your fellow slaves. Along with being strictly a top, your Master wishes for you to be the ‘alpha’ of the other slave of the house. I—” again the ram shuddered as Kalvin’s muzzle twisted around his erection, sucking with as much force as the horny hyena could manage while keeping his eyes upturned to the ram’s face, ears forward to show he was listening. Simon’s body stiffened as he planted his hooves and steeled himself against the talented mouth lavishing his dick, adjusting his vest and glaring down at the boy servicing him. Secretly, the ram was impressed with the hyena’s cock sucking skill this time. Few of the boys he’d trained had this level of enthusiasm for dick, even after years of being a slave. The hyena boy must have been a real submissive faggot before he’d been taken. ‘Well, too bad for him,’ the ram thought with amusement, ‘those days are over now.’

“I do not approve of such arrangements. All slave boys like you need to know their place, here,” the ram gestured to where Kalvin was now and what he was doing, “at a real man’s feet, sucking the only dick that matters. But­—” Simon breathed in deep, his balls drawing up tight, but he held himself back as the hyena slobbered on his dick, and was pleased somewhat to see that Kalvin kept his paws behind his back, even though his own big fat dick was bouncing as he blew the ram. “But Harvard has left strict… instructions that you will be a dominate slave, functioning exclusively as a top for his other pets. You will dominate them in ways Master Harvard prefers not to, and in doing so please your own Master. You should feel lucky beyond words that you get to do so by fucking his fellow slaves.”

Kalvin barely registered the words Simon was saying, despite looking the man right in his hard brown eyes as he spoke. The hyena concentrated on swirling his tongue around the ram’s flared tip, moving his lips up and down the base of his shaft as his muzzle sucked hard on the ram’s length. It was humiliating to service a man like this, but in the end it got the results Kalvin wanted at least. Simon had barely completed his little speech before he was bleating loudly and dumping his load, and the ram had to physically pull the hyena’s mouth off his dick after he came, because Kalvin did not let up even a little bit. He just keep right sucking as hard as he could, overstimulating the ram’s dick long after Simon’s seed had finished spurting onto his tongue.

“That’s… that’s good,” the ram said, his voice just a tad shaky. “Now… go into the lounge, stand in the middle, and wait.” Simon straightened his vest and tucked his dick back into his underwear as the hyena nodded in acknowledgement. “The other house slaves will be joining you shortly to properly introduce themselves to you. Afterwards, stand in line with them and touch nothing. When I have dinner ready, you will learn how to serve at Master Harvard’s table.”

Kalvin nodded obediently before making a big show of swallowing the ram’s load and saying, “Yes, Chef. Thank you for your load Chef, it was delicious.” Simon hadn’t order him too say that, but Kalvin saw the twinkle of approval in the older ram’s face when he did so. Kalvin got up, knees shaking, and went through the door the ram had pointed at.

Simon watched the hyena leave, leaning against the counter and letting his knees stop shaking as his heart rate slowed. The hyena boy certainly was an enthusiastic cock sucker, especially for a newly trained slave. A suspiciously submissive slave, Simon thought. Most boys his age, 22 if the files on the hyena were accurate, did not react so well to the light training program Harvard had put him through, especially not one who was so physically strong. Boys like him needed careful watching and a firm hand until their spirit broke and they stopped fighting back. Simon would never have allowed such a lightly trained slave to become so strong. He might not have finished his entire workout routine, but he obviously hadn’t been faking the enthusiasm for sex with men. Maybe he really was just a submissive cock slut.

The ram’s nose twitched, as the sweaty scent of hyena lingered in the air after him. Kalvin had smelled awful, but alluring in a masculine way. He hadn’t been faking the exercise he had done either. The ram picked up his tablet, tapping a few buttons and adding a second daily shower to Kalvin’s routine.

Then, Simon pulled up the security feed for the lounge next door, propping up the tablet so he could watch the house slave’s interactions as he continued to prepare the night’s meal. He had been with Harvard for only a few weeks now, and what he’d seen had not pleased Simon much, and he wanted to observe what adding Kalvin to the mixture would do.

Pretty soon, the muscle bound idiot of a hyena walked into view.