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"writing": "[b][u][center]Cyber-Training the Punk Away\nPart 3\nFor Damiekinz\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nEwan groaned as he woke up again, this time with a definite feeling of pressure under him. He rolled his head from one side to the other, a weight of some sort dragging his head down a little. Too weird, too different for him to immediately get what it was. He tried to lift his hands, but again, they were tied down. This time, his legs were restrained, too, and – oh, fuck, his tail was pulled up, too, restrained against the small of his back. \n\n[i]Why do they need me so…exposed?[/i]\n\nThe badger didn’t want to think about that. Shaking his head, he forced himself to open his eyes, and – \n\n[b]Pending Selection…[/b]\n\nHis vision was dark save for the two white-lettered words in front of his eyes. As he turned his head left, right, up, down, the letters followed him, and that all but confirmed what the weight was. It was a VR visor, probably strapped to his head to keep him from looking away, and – yep. It was already connected to the cyberware in his brain, meaning that even if he shut his eyes, he wouldn’t be able to look away from the damn thing. \n\n[i]Ugh…they’re…they’re taking this pretty far…[/i]\n\nHe remembered some of the recordings that he’d seen on their system. Some of the ‘products’ had been wearing VR visors, as well, headsets that were probably sinking them deep in some sort of illusory world. Something that made them believe that they were getting fucked by people rather than machines, submitting to a real domination rather than…rather than just the devices around them. \n\nAnd the devices were pretty bad, he knew that much. That said, he remembered the mild hallucination that he’d had when his cock was getting milked, seeing Ella in front of him in his mind’s eye, and he remembered how much more effective that had been. \n\nIllusions fucked with his head. But the visor…if he knew that he was just wearing a visor, he could probably manage it. He just had to focus on the table under him, the padding at his knees, and the feeling of the various restraints around his arms and legs. If he could remember that, he’d know what was real, and what was not. \n\n“Nnngh…”\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\n“Oh…nnngh…yes…”\n\nSoft moans filled his ears, and he could only imagine what was going on around him. Other ‘products’ were probably in the same boat as he was, all of them whimpering and moaning as they were used and trained by the market’s machines. A shiver ran down his spine as he imagined what he must have looked like, his ass jiggling ever so slightly as he shifted side to side, trying to get more comfortable. \n\n“Hello?” he whispered. “Can…can anyone hear me?”\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\n“Fuck me, big guy…”\n\n“Oh please…so – ulk…”\n\nThey didn’t hear him. Or couldn’t. Ewan hissed under his breath, shaking his head and feeling the visor following him with every move. That [b]Pending Selection[/b] screen continued to blink at him, a threat of what was soon to come. \n\n“Please…can…can anyone help me?” he said, trying to raise his voice just a bit more. “Please, just get me out. Just get me out, and we can –”\n\n“Ooooooh!”\n\nHis breath caught in his throat. That…that last one was Ella, he was sure of it. Same pitch, same sound as when she was caught by surprise during a movie or something, but…but far more sensual. \n\n[i]Oh god…oh god, she’s in here, too. She’s getting…[/i]\n\nThe notes from her file in the registry came to him again. She was getting trained for someone that wanted an anal-loving girlfriend. That meant that she was probably getting her ass stretched, trained, filled with some sort of mechanical toy, a dildo on a rod slamming between her cheeks over and over again. The mental image of them jiggling, squeezing down around that fake dick, and then parting again as she was rocked back and forth by the machine sent a shiver right down to his dick…\n\nBut at the same time…so did the idea of seeing that cock disappearing down his asshole. \n\n[i]No, no, I’m not…that’s not me. That part…they’re just fucking with me. That’s from all the stuff with the buttplug. I’m not…I wasn’t into that part. I’m not some sort of toy. Ella. I swear. I swear I’m going to get us out of this, Ella, one way or –[/i]\n\nThe visor beeped at him. \n\n[b]Selection Confirmed.[/b]\n\nThey didn’t give him time to ask questions. The soft whirr of a machine starting up, followed by the pressure of a lube-soaked dildo pressing between his cheeks told him that whatever mercy he’d been given, he’d used it up. He opened his mouth –\n\nFlash.\n\n#\n\nEwan groaned as he opened his eyes again. This time, he could move his arms, but – \n\n[i]The bench. The restraints. The dildo.[/i]\n\nHe sat up, gasping for breath. The sun beamed down on him through a hole in the ceiling, and rock walls surrounded him on all sides. He panted, trying to catch his breath as he moved – moved freely, at that – and pressed his hand to the wall. \n\nIt felt real. \n\nIt felt strong. \n\nHe looked up at the ceiling and the sunlight streaming in. The sky was clearer than the earth had ever been, and when he held out his hand under the sunlight, it didn’t have that same painful, cooking feeling that his skin got under the light of the real sun. He twisted his hand back and forth, waiting for the fur to feel like an oven around his wrist and hand, but the moment never came. \n\n“…This isn’t real…”\n\nBut it felt real. Scarily real. Even as he stepped away from the wall, feeling the rough stone that was just a bit uncomfortable underfoot, he swore that this wasn’t real. He looked down at himself – \n\n“And there’s no way [i]that[/i] is real…”\n\nEwan blushed as he looked over his garments. They were like some sort of pastiche of the 80s fantasy movies where an ostensible warrior woman wore nothing but a bikini. Oh, this one was a bit better than that; he had a leather ‘plate’ over his chest that ran down to his belly button, and he had a leather thong and leggings that ran down to his ankles, but there were so many gaps and holes to show flesh, muscle, and…well, in his case, a bit of ‘curviness’ with his ass that it might as well have been useless. \n\nBut it felt real. Everything felt real. \n\n“…This is…insane…”\n\nThe whole thing was insane, but in this case, he meant the level of tech on display. He couldn’t feel the restraints around his body, nor the sensation of the dildo that had been about to ram past his cheeks and into his ass. He couldn’t feel any of the discomfort of the visor, either, which meant…\n\nWhich meant that he was supposed to forget that he was in the virtual world. The badger shook his head, poking his forehead a few times. \n\n“Remember. Remember. Remember.”\n\nThe only reason that he was supposed to forget that was so that the world itself would have more of an effect on him. If that was what they wanted, then the only resistance that he could muster would be to fight back with the knowledge that this world wasn’t real. This world, this cave, whatever was waiting for him further down, was not real. If he could remember that, then he had a chance of getting out the other side without getting too fucked up. \n\nWell, depending on what was waiting for him in this world, that was. Ewan was a little too familiar with the virtual ‘gaming’ side of things to expect much. There’d been stories of some companies putting people through ‘team-building exercises’ and the employees coming out…changed. And considering that the bad guys had had the chance to build this game the way that they wanted it, he could only imagine how stacked the deck was against him. He’d probably get fucked up so badly that he’d need a super-programmer to put his brain back together after this. \n\n[i]No, stop thinking about what might happen. Look around. Figure it out.[/i]\n\nEwan looked over his shoulder. The way ‘up’ out of the cave looked like it was blocked, and it wasn’t just a bit of shadow that laid between him and the exit. It was something more like a black loading screen, or something like that. Clearly, the ‘game’ didn’t want him to go backward. It wanted him to go deeper, further into the cave. \n\n“Okay…okay…”\n\nThe badger wasn’t much of a gamer. He didn’t have the time for that, and he didn’t really put much effort into learning that part of the programmer culture. That said, he knew the basics, and he knew how these programs tended to work. Either he could get out through ‘winning’ the game, or he’d be let loose once he lost and hit a game-over. There’d be consequences either way, but he imagined that the ones for losing would be worse. Couldn’t just intentionally lose and pop out without risking something bad happening to him. \n\nSo, the only choice was to move forward. Logic itself dictated that he had to, literally, play his enemy’s game. \n\nEwan took a deep breath, let it out, and proceeded down the stony passageway, one hand on the wall and the other resting at his side. It found a dagger waiting for him there, so at least he had something to fight back with if things went bad. \n\n[i]Wonder what else this game has?[/i]\n\nHe’d figure it out soon enough, he imagined. He doubted that his enemies would be so kind as to make it easy. \n\nAs he walked along, he couldn’t help but notice the sheer vividness of the new world. The rocks were just hard enough to be real, and just uncomfortable enough to keep him from ignoring them. The flicker of light from little gaps in the cave ceiling kept distracting him, reminding him that there was light and dark, that it mattered where he looked so he didn’t blind himself to the dimmer spots. Air chills and warm spots told him that they were probably near something hot underground. \n\nAnd it kept making it harder and harder to remember that it wasn’t real, that this was nothing but sensation and stimulation being pumped into his brain. \n\n[i]Don’t forget…don’t forget…[/i]\n\nEwan kept pushing on, only stopping when he heard something up ahead. He crouched – \n\nFwoosh. \n\nThe badger blinked at the tense rush, almost like the air being pulled in as he crouched down. A little icon appeared just barely in-view, something like a closed eye. \n\n[i]Stealth mode…[/i]\n\nSo, the game had something like that. Worth knowing, he supposed, but he wondered how good he was at that. Were there stats for that? Were there numbers that he needed to be worried about?\n\nIf there were, the game wasn’t showing them to him just yet. He shook his head and crept forward, feeling oddly restrained in his motions as if someone was slowing him down as he snuck forward. \n\nEventually, he rounded the corner, looking into a more open cavern. A rat, wrapped in more black leather than his, leaned over a body and muttered to himself. \n\n“Ain’t nothing in here worth taking,” the rat muttered. “And pickings are getting slim these days…”\n\nSounded like a bandit to him. Probably someone that the ‘player’ was meant to take down. He reached for the dagger at his side, slowly pulling it free. It felt more familiar than a knife really should, considering he wasn’t one for the kitchen and really didn’t have that much experience with blades. He tossed it up and down in the palm of his hand, shaking his head. \n\n[i]This is…so much more messed up than I thought games would be…[/i]\n\nBut he had to get to the end. He had to win, or he’d be stuck here for god knew how long. He kept crouching, sneaking up behind the rat. So far, he hadn’t made any sounds, and the rodent didn’t seem to notice him. Ewan gripped the knife tighter and tighter as he walked closer and closer to the rodent, thinking about how he was going to do this. Jab the blade under the other man’s arms? Stab a kidney? Try and cut his throat?\n\n[i]God, that…that’s brutal…[/i]\n\nThe badger decided on using the pommel of the dagger to try and knock the rat out. At least that had a chance of not killing him. He wasn’t cruel. He didn’t want to really hurt someone. He finally snuck up behind the other man, pulled his arm back – \n\n[b]FIGHT![/b]\n\nSuddenly, the two of them were split apart, the rat still facing the other way. Yet, he chuckled, somehow, waggling his finger. \n\n“Ah, ah, ah. Wait until the fight starts,” the rat said. \n\n“The hell…”\n\n“Never fought someone before? Let’s get this through your head, then. All the fights here get done turn by turn. Normally, I’d get to have a shot at your ass first, but since you got a nice sneak in, I’ll give you a chance. Try and hit me; bet you can’t.”\n\nTurn-based fighting? Sneak attacks? This really was a game. \n\nDesperate, the badger lunged forward, bringing the pommel of his dagger down. The rat tilted his head to the side and the game pinged at him. \n\n[b]Miss![/b]\n\nHe tried to swing again, but his arms froze up. Instead of completing the blow, his entire upper body stopped moving. His legs bent, then pushed up, making him jump back to his starting point, almost like someone else was controlling him. \n\nEwan was still trying to sort himself out, still trying to understand as the rat turned around. The bandit chuckled, pulling a knife of his own out. \n\n“Alright, kid. Screwed up that attack of yours, so let’s see if you can even handle yourself in a real fight.”\n\n“Are you…are you another player?” Ewan asked. \n\n“The fuck you talking about? I’m Jacquin the bandit. And if you can’t get past me, you ain’t getting to the rest of the game.”\n\n[i]It’s one of those, what the hell are they, tutorials, then.[/i]\n\nA basic enemy with a basic bit of taunting dialogue. If the game was fair, he should be able to get past this Jacquin with ease, but…well, he doubted that the game was fair. \n\nWithout warning, the rat lunged forward, dagger held low. Ewan tried to dodge, but something went wrong; his legs didn’t want to move, and neither did his arms. He thought that, perhaps, he heard the clattering of dice in the distance, but that might have been his imagination. \n\n[b]Success![/b]\n\nThe rat’s attack cut at Ewan’s chest, not damaging him, but his leather chestplate fell away. He blushed as he was left topless, resisting the urge to cover himself up a bit, and Jacquin jumped back to his starting place. \n\n“Heh, looks like you got a bit of meat on those bones, badger. You come around here to fight, or were you just planning on shaking your ass for me and my friends?” the bandit asked. \n\n“Shut up…”\n\n“Yeah, let’s keep fighting.”\n\nHe swung, another sweeping attack with the dagger, but again, the rat just…leaned away. It was like he was just being slid out of reach of the attack, and again, the game didn’t let him try again. It was one swing, then a jump back to the starting position. \n\n“My turn, heh.”\n\nEwan bit his lips as the rat attacked him again, this time cutting off his pants. Rather than immediately pulling away, the rodent stayed close, rubbing his cock and balls through his loincloth. \n\n“Mmm, you’re going to be a fun thing to keep ‘round camp after I get all this off you.”\n\n“I’m not going to lose!”\n\nOh, if he could just hit the bastard…\n\nThey exchanged ‘blows’ again and again, but Ewan’s luck didn’t improve. Each time he slid forward, he begged for the chance to hit Jacquin with even a glancing blow, but it never happened. All he managed was a little ‘tink’ against the other man’s armor, but that was the most his luck gave him. \n\nThe rat, by contrast, was hitting him every fucking time. Each time, another bit of clothing fell off until all he had left was a codpiece under his loincloth that kept his cock in place but did nothing for his ass. He yelped as the rat slid behind him, groping his cheeks, rubbing them and patting them. \n\n“Damn, badger, you got a lot of beef back here. You’ll keep us satisfied for weeks with all this bounce.”\n\n“Let go of me!”\n\n“Heh, I’m starting to think you came here to lose on purpose, kid. What the hell kind of slut comes down here without learning how to fight?”\n\n“This isn’t fair! If I could just – nnngh!”\n\nThe rat spread his cheeks, a thumb flicking along his asshole for a moment. He wished that the damn game would let him just…take a swing or something, but it wasn’t his turn. It just wasn’t his turn, so he was helpless but to – \n\n“Well, if you can’t fight back, not much point in keeping this fight going, is there? Night night, kid.”\n\nAnd just like that, something firm clunked him in the back of the head. Ewan slumped forward, praying that he’d see those fateful words of [b]Game Over[/b], but there was nothing. There was only darkness as he slumped down, hitting the ground. \n\nWhen he opened his eyes again, his arms were pulled forward by ropes. His wrists were tied together and bound to a pole embedded deep in the ground, and someone – probably Jacquin – had pulled his legs apart and staked them to the ground while leaving his ass up in the air. \n\nHe could feel the night air on his rim, and it sent a shiver down his spine. That shiver only got worse when he heard the rat’s voice again. \n\n“Heh, been a long time since we got someone with an ass like yours,” Jacquin said. “Going to have a good time breaking this hole in for the rest of the clan.”\n\n“Wait, wait, you’re – I’m not – ah!”\n\nThe touch of the rat’s cock against his hole was more than he expected, and the way that the rodent’s fingers just dug into his cheeks was…oddly hot. A ping flickered out of the corner of his eye, and he looked up. \n\n[i]Butt-Slut Flirtation, +1.[/i]\n\nThe hell – \n\n“Nnngh…”\n\nThe rat took it further, his cock grinding between the badger’s ass cheeks, sliding up, down, up, down, teasing against his taint and all the way up to his hole. It felt…good, better than it should, and Ewan huffed as the air was pushed out of his lungs. \n\n[i]Gotta…gotta…get away…[/i]\n\nHe fought against the restraints, or tried to. Just like when he tried to take that extra swing during the fight, his body refused to obey. When he pulled at the restraints holding his arms down, he got another status message. \n\n[i]Stamina too low.[/i]\n\nHe didn’t even know what his stamina was supposed to be. He couldn’t see any bars, couldn’t make out any HUD or anything that would give him a read-out of what he was up to. All he could do was – \n\nSquelch. \n\n“Ah!”\n\nThe badger gasped, his eyes going wide as the rat’s dick slid inside him. Another ping flickered overhead, going by before he could read it. All he saw was ‘sensitivity buffed’ or something like that, but whatever it meant – \n\nClap, clap, clap went the rat’s hips against his cheeks, and Ewan gasped every time that the rat bottomed out inside of him. Each thrust against his prostate made him feel like his cock was just jumping to attention, swaying between his legs. Each time that the bandit pulled out, it was like a different rubbing against his prostate, and he could feel the oozing pre-cum starting to roll down his shaft. \n\nIn, out, in, out, the rat humping away and groping him every time. He couldn’t get used to the strong fingers gripping his cheeks, jiggling them, slapping them as the rat hammered into him. \n\n“Heh, knew that you’d be a butt-slut. Badgers like you can’t help it; you love the feeling of something quaking your cheeks.”\n\n“Nnngh…Ah…”\n\n“Look at you. Getting off already.”\n\nSmack, smack, smack. The rat picked up speed, hammering home over and over again. Every time that he felt that thick shaft slide balls-deep, he wheezed out whatever air he had in his lungs. He whimpered, trying to hold back, but his cock was so hard already, and his balls were already starting to pull up a bit. The fact that he was so completely helpless made it worse, almost like it wouldn’t be his fault for cumming if he lost control. \n\nAnd that was the thought that pushed him over the edge. With a whimper, Ewan came, his hole clenching down hard on the rat’s cock, sucking it in deeper and holding it inside of him. His cock jerked, twitching, spitting cum onto the ground, but it was the feeling of that cock inside of him that made it so much more potent. \n\nPing, ping, ping. \n\n[i]Anal, +3.[/i]\n\n“Heh, looks like you’re getting into it, butt-slut. Let’s see how long it takes you to get me off, pillow-butt.”\n\nIf he’d thought that the rat was fucking him before, he was wrong. Jacquin started humping away, outright power-fucking him with jackhammer hips. In, out, in, out, humping away with such force that Ewan was pushed forward against the ground, sliding against the earth as he was fucked. In the distance, he could make out other bandits that would pause to watch, and he bit his lips in forced pleasure as he realized that they would take a turn at some point when Jacquin was done. \n\nFaster, harder, in, out, in, out. He could feel every last inch of the rat’s cock now, and every few minutes, he could hear a soft ‘ping’ and knew on some level that it was that ‘anal’ thing going up another point.\n\nHe came three times, three, before the rat finally slumped forward with a groan, holding himself deep as he rammed his seed right up the badger’s rump. Ewan shivered as he felt the warmth spurting so far inside of him, huffing under his breath. Oh, [i]fuck[/i] that was intense, to say the least. It was so…so…\n\nPing. \n\n[i]Creampie, +1.[/i]\n\n“Alright, pillow-butt. Let’s see how you do with the rest of the camp. Try not to get ruined too fast, heh…”\n\n#\n\n[i]Held against a wall, on his knees, his mouth wide open as he was forced to take cock down his throat again and again. The bandits didn’t care if he saw their faces, but they liked the game of making him figure out who it was by their cocks alone. \n\n“Who is it, pillow-butt?” Jacquin asked him. “Who is it?”\n\n“Nnnngh…”\n\nGluk, gluk, gluk. He could feel the faint flare at the tip of the shaft, knew that it had to be one of the three horses that lived in the camp, but who? He didn’t know them well enough to be sure, and their tastes were all the same, and everything stank of sex now. His eyes rolled back as he felt Jacquin’s fingers under his tail again, rubbing his slowly-loosening asshole. \n\n“Who is it?”\n\nThe cock came free, and Ewan groaned. \n\n“I don’t…I don’t know…”\n\n“Looks like it’s back in the stocks for you.”[/i]\n\n#\n\n[i]Smack, smack, smack, smack. The rough rutting of the rats never stopped, and being on a small, makeshift stage for the amusement of the camp as his ass was trained over and over again was both humiliating and…and slowly getting more arousing. His cock remained hard between his legs even when the line ended and nobody came up to fuck him, and that humiliation somehow kept him harder. \n\nOne of the rats that got bored in line walked around the stocks, standing with his cock in the badger’s face. \n\n“Heh, you starting to like it, pillow-butt?” the rat asked. \n\n“Nnngh…n-no…”\n\n“That cock says you’re lying.”\n\n“I’m not…”\n\n“Well, let’s see how long you last, hmm?” The rat shouted back. “Faster!”\n\nSomehow, the rat picked up speed, hammering in faster, harder, deeper. Ewan moaned, his hands clenching into fists as his cheeks clapped back, his mouth hanging open as he whimpered and tried to hold back the little moans and squeaks of pleasure that rippled up from deep down below – \n\n“Nnngh!”\n\nBut it was too much. He came, and because he was on stage, he came for all the rat bandits to see. They cheered, laughing and chuckling to each other, and Ewan whimper-moaned as the rat’s cock slid out. He could feel it all too well, and he wondered how loose his ass was getting…and how puffy his hole was becoming. \n\nPing. \n\nPing. \n\nPing. \n\nThose meant something, but what?[/i]\n\n#\n\n[i]The badger couldn’t believe what was happening. He was getting two cocks in his ass at once. He arched his back as he rode between them, sliding his hole up and down the cocks, feeling them stretching him out, training him – \n\nPing-ping-ping. \n\nHe ignored the sound and focused on the pleasure. Up, down, up, down, training…training…[/i]\n\n#\n\n[i]On his knees before the guard sweep. The bandits pimped him out. They held him there, but he no longer needed to be held. He saw their cocks and wanted them. He needed something bigger, something new between his cheeks, and he wanted them. \n\nHe needed them. \n\nIn, out, in, out, faster, harder, deeper. The pings continued, but he had long since forgotten what they meant. All he had to do was whore.[/i]\n\n#\n\nThe day eventually came when the bandits decided that he was too loose, too ruined for their tastes. He was happy enough to be sold off; he knew what they felt like now, and there was nothing there for him. \n\nSo, when the day came for them to auction him off, he was almost willing as he stood on the platform that the bandits had erected in the black market deep underground. He let them pose him, show him off, spread his legs to reveal his asshole – slightly puffy, gaping, well-used and almost always drippy from someone’s load – to the crowd. They preached of how good he was, showing how he had learned how to suck cock, be a good slut, and be devoted to every shaft he saw over the last three months of training. \n\nNobody bit. Not for the cost of 50 gold. \n\nSo the bandits lowered the price to 10. When that failed, they dropped it to 5, then 3, then 1. \n\nNobody bought him. Nobody wanted someone that ruined. And the humiliation had Ewan whimpering, his legs still spread wide, his cock throbbing and oozing to the ground as he realized how broken he must look to the rest of the world. He had been utterly broken by the bandits, to the point that nobody would spend real money on him. \n\n1 gold became 5 silver, but only when they dropped it to 1 did anyone look at him properly. A goblin finally tossed the rats a silver, and the deal was struck. The humiliation was so intense that it took him over the edge, and he came then and there –\n\n#\n\n[b]Game Over.[/b]\n\n“Ulk…ulk…gah!”\n\nEwan gasped as a rubbery dildo pulled out of his throat. The visor. The dildo in his ass. The machines. The game. \n\nIt all came back to him in a rush. Oh, he was sore, but not so sore as he expected. He was…\n\n[i]How long?[/i]\n\nJudging from the stiffness in his arms and legs, he had only been kneeling here for…for maybe an hour or two. An hour or two in the real world, over three months of being fucked and used and trained in the game. His head spun at the implications, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to cry or scream. \n\n“Oh! Oh, yeah…oh, fuck yeah…”\n\nElla. That was Ella. As the screen shimmered around his eyes, he caught vague hints of her. He could just make out the shape of her hips and ass through the fog of the visor, and…and there was someone behind her. \n\nHer buyer must have been ‘testing her out’ before making his purchase. The thought alone should have made him ill, but instead, he just felt that much more turned on. It had to be the programming lingering, some bits and pieces of the game still burning in his mind and making it impossible to think decent thoughts. \n\nAs he tried to pull himself together, he felt a hand on his hip. Someone patted him a couple of times, chuckling. \n\n“Well, well, looks like you finally crashed out of that first game. Pretty good stamina there, badger. You ready for round two?”\n\nHis throat was still recovering from the throat-fucking that had happened during the last session. He sputtered, trying and failing to get a word out before the visor flickered at him again. \n\n“Here we go.”\n\n[i]Wait –[/i]\n\nFlash. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: Ewan is put through a whole different type of training, this time fucking with his head. \n\nTags: M/M, M/solo, Game Mechanics, VR, Cyberpunk, Time Dilation, Anal, Oral, Fellatio, Dubcon, Dubcon to Con, Bondage, Humiliation, Series, Exhibitionism, Slavery, Slave Sale, Orgasm, Cum, ",
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Cyber-Training the Punk Away Part 3 For Damiekinz By Draconicon
Ewan groaned as he woke up again, this time with a definite feeling of pressure under him. He rolled his head from one side to the other, a weight of some sort dragging his head down a little. Too weird, too different for him to immediately get what it was. He tried to lift his hands, but again, they were tied down. This time, his legs were restrained, too, and – oh, fuck, his tail was pulled up, too, restrained against the small of his back.
Why do they need me so…exposed?
The badger didn’t want to think about that. Shaking his head, he forced himself to open his eyes, and –
Pending Selection…
His vision was dark save for the two white-lettered words in front of his eyes. As he turned his head left, right, up, down, the letters followed him, and that all but confirmed what the weight was. It was a VR visor, probably strapped to his head to keep him from looking away, and – yep. It was already connected to the cyberware in his brain, meaning that even if he shut his eyes, he wouldn’t be able to look away from the damn thing.
Ugh…they’re…they’re taking this pretty far…
He remembered some of the recordings that he’d seen on their system. Some of the ‘products’ had been wearing VR visors, as well, headsets that were probably sinking them deep in some sort of illusory world. Something that made them believe that they were getting fucked by people rather than machines, submitting to a real domination rather than…rather than just the devices around them.
And the devices were pretty bad, he knew that much. That said, he remembered the mild hallucination that he’d had when his cock was getting milked, seeing Ella in front of him in his mind’s eye, and he remembered how much more effective that had been.
Illusions fucked with his head. But the visor…if he knew that he was just wearing a visor, he could probably manage it. He just had to focus on the table under him, the padding at his knees, and the feeling of the various restraints around his arms and legs. If he could remember that, he’d know what was real, and what was not.
“Nnngh…”
“Mmmph…”
“Oh…nnngh…yes…”
Soft moans filled his ears, and he could only imagine what was going on around him. Other ‘products’ were probably in the same boat as he was, all of them whimpering and moaning as they were used and trained by the market’s machines. A shiver ran down his spine as he imagined what he must have looked like, his ass jiggling ever so slightly as he shifted side to side, trying to get more comfortable.
“Hello?” he whispered. “Can…can anyone hear me?”
“Mmmph…”
“Fuck me, big guy…”
“Oh please…so – ulk…”
They didn’t hear him. Or couldn’t. Ewan hissed under his breath, shaking his head and feeling the visor following him with every move. That Pending Selection screen continued to blink at him, a threat of what was soon to come.
“Please…can…can anyone help me?” he said, trying to raise his voice just a bit more. “Please, just get me out. Just get me out, and we can –”
“Ooooooh!”
His breath caught in his throat. That…that last one was Ella, he was sure of it. Same pitch, same sound as when she was caught by surprise during a movie or something, but…but far more sensual.
Oh god…oh god, she’s in here, too. She’s getting…
The notes from her file in the registry came to him again. She was getting trained for someone that wanted an anal-loving girlfriend. That meant that she was probably getting her ass stretched, trained, filled with some sort of mechanical toy, a dildo on a rod slamming between her cheeks over and over again. The mental image of them jiggling, squeezing down around that fake dick, and then parting again as she was rocked back and forth by the machine sent a shiver right down to his dick…
But at the same time…so did the idea of seeing that cock disappearing down his asshole.
No, no, I’m not…that’s not me. That part…they’re just fucking with me. That’s from all the stuff with the buttplug. I’m not…I wasn’t into that part. I’m not some sort of toy. Ella. I swear. I swear I’m going to get us out of this, Ella, one way or –
The visor beeped at him.
Selection Confirmed.
They didn’t give him time to ask questions. The soft whirr of a machine starting up, followed by the pressure of a lube-soaked dildo pressing between his cheeks told him that whatever mercy he’d been given, he’d used it up. He opened his mouth –
Flash.
#
Ewan groaned as he opened his eyes again. This time, he could move his arms, but –
The bench. The restraints. The dildo.
He sat up, gasping for breath. The sun beamed down on him through a hole in the ceiling, and rock walls surrounded him on all sides. He panted, trying to catch his breath as he moved – moved freely, at that – and pressed his hand to the wall.
It felt real.
It felt strong.
He looked up at the ceiling and the sunlight streaming in. The sky was clearer than the earth had ever been, and when he held out his hand under the sunlight, it didn’t have that same painful, cooking feeling that his skin got under the light of the real sun. He twisted his hand back and forth, waiting for the fur to feel like an oven around his wrist and hand, but the moment never came.
“…This isn’t real…”
But it felt real. Scarily real. Even as he stepped away from the wall, feeling the rough stone that was just a bit uncomfortable underfoot, he swore that this wasn’t real. He looked down at himself –
“And there’s no way that is real…”
Ewan blushed as he looked over his garments. They were like some sort of pastiche of the 80s fantasy movies where an ostensible warrior woman wore nothing but a bikini. Oh, this one was a bit better than that; he had a leather ‘plate’ over his chest that ran down to his belly button, and he had a leather thong and leggings that ran down to his ankles, but there were so many gaps and holes to show flesh, muscle, and…well, in his case, a bit of ‘curviness’ with his ass that it might as well have been useless.
But it felt real. Everything felt real.
“…This is…insane…”
The whole thing was insane, but in this case, he meant the level of tech on display. He couldn’t feel the restraints around his body, nor the sensation of the dildo that had been about to ram past his cheeks and into his ass. He couldn’t feel any of the discomfort of the visor, either, which meant…
Which meant that he was supposed to forget that he was in the virtual world. The badger shook his head, poking his forehead a few times.
“Remember. Remember. Remember.”
The only reason that he was supposed to forget that was so that the world itself would have more of an effect on him. If that was what they wanted, then the only resistance that he could muster would be to fight back with the knowledge that this world wasn’t real. This world, this cave, whatever was waiting for him further down, was not real. If he could remember that, then he had a chance of getting out the other side without getting too fucked up.
Well, depending on what was waiting for him in this world, that was. Ewan was a little too familiar with the virtual ‘gaming’ side of things to expect much. There’d been stories of some companies putting people through ‘team-building exercises’ and the employees coming out…changed. And considering that the bad guys had had the chance to build this game the way that they wanted it, he could only imagine how stacked the deck was against him. He’d probably get fucked up so badly that he’d need a super-programmer to put his brain back together after this.
No, stop thinking about what might happen. Look around. Figure it out.
Ewan looked over his shoulder. The way ‘up’ out of the cave looked like it was blocked, and it wasn’t just a bit of shadow that laid between him and the exit. It was something more like a black loading screen, or something like that. Clearly, the ‘game’ didn’t want him to go backward. It wanted him to go deeper, further into the cave.
“Okay…okay…”
The badger wasn’t much of a gamer. He didn’t have the time for that, and he didn’t really put much effort into learning that part of the programmer culture. That said, he knew the basics, and he knew how these programs tended to work. Either he could get out through ‘winning’ the game, or he’d be let loose once he lost and hit a game-over. There’d be consequences either way, but he imagined that the ones for losing would be worse. Couldn’t just intentionally lose and pop out without risking something bad happening to him.
So, the only choice was to move forward. Logic itself dictated that he had to, literally, play his enemy’s game.
Ewan took a deep breath, let it out, and proceeded down the stony passageway, one hand on the wall and the other resting at his side. It found a dagger waiting for him there, so at least he had something to fight back with if things went bad.
Wonder what else this game has?
He’d figure it out soon enough, he imagined. He doubted that his enemies would be so kind as to make it easy.
As he walked along, he couldn’t help but notice the sheer vividness of the new world. The rocks were just hard enough to be real, and just uncomfortable enough to keep him from ignoring them. The flicker of light from little gaps in the cave ceiling kept distracting him, reminding him that there was light and dark, that it mattered where he looked so he didn’t blind himself to the dimmer spots. Air chills and warm spots told him that they were probably near something hot underground.
And it kept making it harder and harder to remember that it wasn’t real, that this was nothing but sensation and stimulation being pumped into his brain.
Don’t forget…don’t forget…
Ewan kept pushing on, only stopping when he heard something up ahead. He crouched –
Fwoosh.
The badger blinked at the tense rush, almost like the air being pulled in as he crouched down. A little icon appeared just barely in-view, something like a closed eye.
Stealth mode…
So, the game had something like that. Worth knowing, he supposed, but he wondered how good he was at that. Were there stats for that? Were there numbers that he needed to be worried about?
If there were, the game wasn’t showing them to him just yet. He shook his head and crept forward, feeling oddly restrained in his motions as if someone was slowing him down as he snuck forward.
Eventually, he rounded the corner, looking into a more open cavern. A rat, wrapped in more black leather than his, leaned over a body and muttered to himself.
“Ain’t nothing in here worth taking,” the rat muttered. “And pickings are getting slim these days…”
Sounded like a bandit to him. Probably someone that the ‘player’ was meant to take down. He reached for the dagger at his side, slowly pulling it free. It felt more familiar than a knife really should, considering he wasn’t one for the kitchen and really didn’t have that much experience with blades. He tossed it up and down in the palm of his hand, shaking his head.
This is…so much more messed up than I thought games would be…
But he had to get to the end. He had to win, or he’d be stuck here for god knew how long. He kept crouching, sneaking up behind the rat. So far, he hadn’t made any sounds, and the rodent didn’t seem to notice him. Ewan gripped the knife tighter and tighter as he walked closer and closer to the rodent, thinking about how he was going to do this. Jab the blade under the other man’s arms? Stab a kidney? Try and cut his throat?
God, that…that’s brutal…
The badger decided on using the pommel of the dagger to try and knock the rat out. At least that had a chance of not killing him. He wasn’t cruel. He didn’t want to really hurt someone. He finally snuck up behind the other man, pulled his arm back –
FIGHT!
Suddenly, the two of them were split apart, the rat still facing the other way. Yet, he chuckled, somehow, waggling his finger.
“Ah, ah, ah. Wait until the fight starts,” the rat said.
“The hell…”
“Never fought someone before? Let’s get this through your head, then. All the fights here get done turn by turn. Normally, I’d get to have a shot at your ass first, but since you got a nice sneak in, I’ll give you a chance. Try and hit me; bet you can’t.”
Turn-based fighting? Sneak attacks? This really was a game.
Desperate, the badger lunged forward, bringing the pommel of his dagger down. The rat tilted his head to the side and the game pinged at him.
Miss!
He tried to swing again, but his arms froze up. Instead of completing the blow, his entire upper body stopped moving. His legs bent, then pushed up, making him jump back to his starting point, almost like someone else was controlling him.
Ewan was still trying to sort himself out, still trying to understand as the rat turned around. The bandit chuckled, pulling a knife of his own out.
“Alright, kid. Screwed up that attack of yours, so let’s see if you can even handle yourself in a real fight.”
“Are you…are you another player?” Ewan asked.
“The fuck you talking about? I’m Jacquin the bandit. And if you can’t get past me, you ain’t getting to the rest of the game.”
It’s one of those, what the hell are they, tutorials, then.
A basic enemy with a basic bit of taunting dialogue. If the game was fair, he should be able to get past this Jacquin with ease, but…well, he doubted that the game was fair.
Without warning, the rat lunged forward, dagger held low. Ewan tried to dodge, but something went wrong; his legs didn’t want to move, and neither did his arms. He thought that, perhaps, he heard the clattering of dice in the distance, but that might have been his imagination.
Success!
The rat’s attack cut at Ewan’s chest, not damaging him, but his leather chestplate fell away. He blushed as he was left topless, resisting the urge to cover himself up a bit, and Jacquin jumped back to his starting place.
“Heh, looks like you got a bit of meat on those bones, badger. You come around here to fight, or were you just planning on shaking your ass for me and my friends?” the bandit asked.
“Shut up…”
“Yeah, let’s keep fighting.”
He swung, another sweeping attack with the dagger, but again, the rat just…leaned away. It was like he was just being slid out of reach of the attack, and again, the game didn’t let him try again. It was one swing, then a jump back to the starting position.
“My turn, heh.”
Ewan bit his lips as the rat attacked him again, this time cutting off his pants. Rather than immediately pulling away, the rodent stayed close, rubbing his cock and balls through his loincloth.
“Mmm, you’re going to be a fun thing to keep ‘round camp after I get all this off you.”
“I’m not going to lose!”
Oh, if he could just hit the bastard…
They exchanged ‘blows’ again and again, but Ewan’s luck didn’t improve. Each time he slid forward, he begged for the chance to hit Jacquin with even a glancing blow, but it never happened. All he managed was a little ‘tink’ against the other man’s armor, but that was the most his luck gave him.
The rat, by contrast, was hitting him every fucking time. Each time, another bit of clothing fell off until all he had left was a codpiece under his loincloth that kept his cock in place but did nothing for his ass. He yelped as the rat slid behind him, groping his cheeks, rubbing them and patting them.
“Damn, badger, you got a lot of beef back here. You’ll keep us satisfied for weeks with all this bounce.”
“Let go of me!”
“Heh, I’m starting to think you came here to lose on purpose, kid. What the hell kind of slut comes down here without learning how to fight?”
“This isn’t fair! If I could just – nnngh!”
The rat spread his cheeks, a thumb flicking along his asshole for a moment. He wished that the damn game would let him just…take a swing or something, but it wasn’t his turn. It just wasn’t his turn, so he was helpless but to –
“Well, if you can’t fight back, not much point in keeping this fight going, is there? Night night, kid.”
And just like that, something firm clunked him in the back of the head. Ewan slumped forward, praying that he’d see those fateful words of Game Over, but there was nothing. There was only darkness as he slumped down, hitting the ground.
When he opened his eyes again, his arms were pulled forward by ropes. His wrists were tied together and bound to a pole embedded deep in the ground, and someone – probably Jacquin – had pulled his legs apart and staked them to the ground while leaving his ass up in the air.
He could feel the night air on his rim, and it sent a shiver down his spine. That shiver only got worse when he heard the rat’s voice again.
“Heh, been a long time since we got someone with an ass like yours,” Jacquin said. “Going to have a good time breaking this hole in for the rest of the clan.”
“Wait, wait, you’re – I’m not – ah!”
The touch of the rat’s cock against his hole was more than he expected, and the way that the rodent’s fingers just dug into his cheeks was…oddly hot. A ping flickered out of the corner of his eye, and he looked up.
Butt-Slut Flirtation, +1.
The hell –
“Nnngh…”
The rat took it further, his cock grinding between the badger’s ass cheeks, sliding up, down, up, down, teasing against his taint and all the way up to his hole. It felt…good, better than it should, and Ewan huffed as the air was pushed out of his lungs.
Gotta…gotta…get away…
He fought against the restraints, or tried to. Just like when he tried to take that extra swing during the fight, his body refused to obey. When he pulled at the restraints holding his arms down, he got another status message.
Stamina too low.
He didn’t even know what his stamina was supposed to be. He couldn’t see any bars, couldn’t make out any HUD or anything that would give him a read-out of what he was up to. All he could do was –
Squelch.
“Ah!”
The badger gasped, his eyes going wide as the rat’s dick slid inside him. Another ping flickered overhead, going by before he could read it. All he saw was ‘sensitivity buffed’ or something like that, but whatever it meant –
Clap, clap, clap went the rat’s hips against his cheeks, and Ewan gasped every time that the rat bottomed out inside of him. Each thrust against his prostate made him feel like his cock was just jumping to attention, swaying between his legs. Each time that the bandit pulled out, it was like a different rubbing against his prostate, and he could feel the oozing pre-cum starting to roll down his shaft.
In, out, in, out, the rat humping away and groping him every time. He couldn’t get used to the strong fingers gripping his cheeks, jiggling them, slapping them as the rat hammered into him.
“Heh, knew that you’d be a butt-slut. Badgers like you can’t help it; you love the feeling of something quaking your cheeks.”
“Nnngh…Ah…”
“Look at you. Getting off already.”
Smack, smack, smack. The rat picked up speed, hammering home over and over again. Every time that he felt that thick shaft slide balls-deep, he wheezed out whatever air he had in his lungs. He whimpered, trying to hold back, but his cock was so hard already, and his balls were already starting to pull up a bit. The fact that he was so completely helpless made it worse, almost like it wouldn’t be his fault for cumming if he lost control.
And that was the thought that pushed him over the edge. With a whimper, Ewan came, his hole clenching down hard on the rat’s cock, sucking it in deeper and holding it inside of him. His cock jerked, twitching, spitting cum onto the ground, but it was the feeling of that cock inside of him that made it so much more potent.
Ping, ping, ping.
Anal, +3.
“Heh, looks like you’re getting into it, butt-slut. Let’s see how long it takes you to get me off, pillow-butt.”
If he’d thought that the rat was fucking him before, he was wrong. Jacquin started humping away, outright power-fucking him with jackhammer hips. In, out, in, out, humping away with such force that Ewan was pushed forward against the ground, sliding against the earth as he was fucked. In the distance, he could make out other bandits that would pause to watch, and he bit his lips in forced pleasure as he realized that they would take a turn at some point when Jacquin was done.
Faster, harder, in, out, in, out. He could feel every last inch of the rat’s cock now, and every few minutes, he could hear a soft ‘ping’ and knew on some level that it was that ‘anal’ thing going up another point.
He came three times, three, before the rat finally slumped forward with a groan, holding himself deep as he rammed his seed right up the badger’s rump. Ewan shivered as he felt the warmth spurting so far inside of him, huffing under his breath. Oh, fuck that was intense, to say the least. It was so…so…
Ping.
Creampie, +1.
“Alright, pillow-butt. Let’s see how you do with the rest of the camp. Try not to get ruined too fast, heh…”
#
Held against a wall, on his knees, his mouth wide open as he was forced to take cock down his throat again and again. The bandits didn’t care if he saw their faces, but they liked the game of making him figure out who it was by their cocks alone.
“Who is it, pillow-butt?” Jacquin asked him. “Who is it?”
“Nnnngh…”
Gluk, gluk, gluk. He could feel the faint flare at the tip of the shaft, knew that it had to be one of the three horses that lived in the camp, but who? He didn’t know them well enough to be sure, and their tastes were all the same, and everything stank of sex now. His eyes rolled back as he felt Jacquin’s fingers under his tail again, rubbing his slowly-loosening asshole.
“Who is it?”
The cock came free, and Ewan groaned.
“I don’t…I don’t know…”
“Looks like it’s back in the stocks for you.”
#
Smack, smack, smack, smack. The rough rutting of the rats never stopped, and being on a small, makeshift stage for the amusement of the camp as his ass was trained over and over again was both humiliating and…and slowly getting more arousing. His cock remained hard between his legs even when the line ended and nobody came up to fuck him, and that humiliation somehow kept him harder.
One of the rats that got bored in line walked around the stocks, standing with his cock in the badger’s face.
“Heh, you starting to like it, pillow-butt?” the rat asked.
“Nnngh…n-no…”
“That cock says you’re lying.”
“I’m not…”
“Well, let’s see how long you last, hmm?” The rat shouted back. “Faster!”
Somehow, the rat picked up speed, hammering in faster, harder, deeper. Ewan moaned, his hands clenching into fists as his cheeks clapped back, his mouth hanging open as he whimpered and tried to hold back the little moans and squeaks of pleasure that rippled up from deep down below –
“Nnngh!”
But it was too much. He came, and because he was on stage, he came for all the rat bandits to see. They cheered, laughing and chuckling to each other, and Ewan whimper-moaned as the rat’s cock slid out. He could feel it all too well, and he wondered how loose his ass was getting…and how puffy his hole was becoming.
Ping.
Ping.
Ping.
Those meant something, but what?
#
The badger couldn’t believe what was happening. He was getting two cocks in his ass at once. He arched his back as he rode between them, sliding his hole up and down the cocks, feeling them stretching him out, training him –
Ping-ping-ping.
He ignored the sound and focused on the pleasure. Up, down, up, down, training…training…
#
On his knees before the guard sweep. The bandits pimped him out. They held him there, but he no longer needed to be held. He saw their cocks and wanted them. He needed something bigger, something new between his cheeks, and he wanted them.
He needed them.
In, out, in, out, faster, harder, deeper. The pings continued, but he had long since forgotten what they meant. All he had to do was whore.
#
The day eventually came when the bandits decided that he was too loose, too ruined for their tastes. He was happy enough to be sold off; he knew what they felt like now, and there was nothing there for him.
So, when the day came for them to auction him off, he was almost willing as he stood on the platform that the bandits had erected in the black market deep underground. He let them pose him, show him off, spread his legs to reveal his asshole – slightly puffy, gaping, well-used and almost always drippy from someone’s load – to the crowd. They preached of how good he was, showing how he had learned how to suck cock, be a good slut, and be devoted to every shaft he saw over the last three months of training.
Nobody bit. Not for the cost of 50 gold.
So the bandits lowered the price to 10. When that failed, they dropped it to 5, then 3, then 1.
Nobody bought him. Nobody wanted someone that ruined. And the humiliation had Ewan whimpering, his legs still spread wide, his cock throbbing and oozing to the ground as he realized how broken he must look to the rest of the world. He had been utterly broken by the bandits, to the point that nobody would spend real money on him.
1 gold became 5 silver, but only when they dropped it to 1 did anyone look at him properly. A goblin finally tossed the rats a silver, and the deal was struck. The humiliation was so intense that it took him over the edge, and he came then and there –
#
Game Over.
“Ulk…ulk…gah!”
Ewan gasped as a rubbery dildo pulled out of his throat. The visor. The dildo in his ass. The machines. The game.
It all came back to him in a rush. Oh, he was sore, but not so sore as he expected. He was…
How long?
Judging from the stiffness in his arms and legs, he had only been kneeling here for…for maybe an hour or two. An hour or two in the real world, over three months of being fucked and used and trained in the game. His head spun at the implications, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to cry or scream.
“Oh! Oh, yeah…oh, fuck yeah…”
Ella. That was Ella. As the screen shimmered around his eyes, he caught vague hints of her. He could just make out the shape of her hips and ass through the fog of the visor, and…and there was someone behind her.
Her buyer must have been ‘testing her out’ before making his purchase. The thought alone should have made him ill, but instead, he just felt that much more turned on. It had to be the programming lingering, some bits and pieces of the game still burning in his mind and making it impossible to think decent thoughts.
As he tried to pull himself together, he felt a hand on his hip. Someone patted him a couple of times, chuckling.
“Well, well, looks like you finally crashed out of that first game. Pretty good stamina there, badger. You ready for round two?”
His throat was still recovering from the throat-fucking that had happened during the last session. He sputtered, trying and failing to get a word out before the visor flickered at him again.
“Here we go.”
Wait –
Flash.
The End
Summary: Ewan is put through a whole different type of training, this time fucking with his head.
Tags: M/M, M/solo, Game Mechanics, VR, Cyberpunk, Time Dilation, Anal, Oral, Fellatio, Dubcon, Dubcon to Con, Bondage, Humiliation, Series, Exhibitionism, Slavery, Slave Sale, Orgasm, Cum, ",
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