Drake wakes up with an oppressed “Yelp!” as something cold presses against his butt, awaking him from his daze. He tries to stop the cold application, but he can’t move a muscle. He tries to pick his head up, but a collar tightens around his neck. He tries to yell for help, but a large ring gag forces his mouth open, letting strings of his drool to drip to the ground. He struggles and squirms, trying to force his way out of his restraints—to no avail.

“Ah, the new product is finally awake,” Drake hears from behind, the word “product” making him shudder. Straining to see who the voice belongs to, his eyes open wide as a huge, jet black hyena comes out from behind him, large cock dripping eagerly. He leans down and strokes Drake’s chin.

“Good morning!” the hyena proclaims. Drake glares and emits a small growl, getting a slap across the muzzle in response.

“You will learn who is in charge soon enough.” Standing up, the hyena takes a step to the side and motions behind him. “Why don’t you say hello to your friends.”

Drake’s eyes go wide. Behind the hyena, tied up to warehouse shelving, are Drake’s friends he had just spent the night bar hopping with! There knelt Silent, paws tied above his head, tight leather muzzle locked around his face, and a gleaming chastity cage secured around his straining groin. Sweat matted his fur; they must have kept him like that all night! Next to Silent, a bright white institutional straightjacket wrapped tightly around the torso of Uro. A collar held him tight up to the shelves. He also had an identical muzzle secured on him, and a shiny cage locked around his apparently excited crotch. He was squirming madly, growling and testing the rope holding him up.

At the sight of his friends, memories flood back to Drake.

…

They were out on the town. Drinking, shooting pool, strolling between bars. Having a damn good time. After the last bar, they felt pretty good. The three of them wandered home. Silent lived the closest, so they were going to crash at his place.

Waiting for a cross signal, joking and poking at each other, a white van screeched to the curb. Its doors flung open, five masked assailants jumped out and reached for them. Uro, having drunk the least, took off—he hadn’t taken 10 steps before he was tackled to the ground by two men. Yelling and squirming, the men zipcuffed him, pulled a hood over his head, and dragged him back to the van. Drake and Silent, both having had considerably more, were tackled where they stood. Paws yanked behind them, zipped together, hoods pulled over their heads, they were tossed into the van and sped off.

In the van Drake was wide awake. He heard their assailants fussing with Uro. He heard shouts: “Hold him down! Damn he’s a squirmy one!” He and Silent, both alert now, started wriggling around as well.

“Damn it, just shoot them already,” called a voice from the front.

Drake’s blood ran cold.

Now charged as ever, all three of them yelped and squirmed, moving and whining as their fate drew near. A hand clamped down on Drake’s throat, holding him to the floor. A sharp pain stung his neck, and the world faded. Slowly. His struggles got weaker and weaker before he blacked out completely.

…

“So you’re probably wondering why you are here, huh?” asks the hyena. As he moves back behind Drake, the cold returns to his butt and elicits another “Yelp!”

“You have probably heard stories of what we do. Who we are. But those are just stories, right? Floating around the internet… Who knows what is true or not. Stories of guys being taken against their will in the middle of the night. Tested and trained until they break. And once in their prime, packaged up and shipped off to an owner across the globe. Only reason these stories are out there is because we’ve admittedly had some failures, some escapees. Are the stories true?”

“Maybe.”

“I’ll say this: We have watched you three for a couple months now. And we like what we saw. Your everyday activity has been monitored. Where you’ve gone. What you’ve done. Who you’ve seen. And especially your online presence.”

That last point got a whimper from Silent.

“Now since we have finally got a hold of you, we are going to perform some of what we call ‘initiation verification’ to make sure you’re up to par with our standards.”

With that, Drake feels a large object force against his butt. Whining softly he struggles and pulls on the ropes. He tries to move away but can’t.

“Stop struggling. It’s going in whether you like it or not,” exclaimed the hyena. With that, a whirring noise shoves the toy deep inside him. Screaming through the gag, Drake claws and whimpers as his insides are forced open and the large toy invades his tight hole.

“Good boy”

Off to the side, whimpers and yelps come from Drake’s friends—two spectators forced to watch Drake struggle—unable to do anything about it. The jackal squirms and moans, cage tight against his excited cock. He tries to suppress his feelings, his love for this kind of treatment. Silent, quiet as his namesake, similarly struggles, whining and wriggling himself, yanking on his restraints, his own helpless cock stirred by his predicament.

The hyena moves to Drake’s muzzle, slowing stroking his hard, dripping member. First he rubs it all over Drake’s nose, coating it with pre and lube.

“Now here’s how this works. You have five minutes to get me off. You fail, and the machine in your ass goes for three hours—without stops—until we’re satisfied with your performance. At that point, your cock will be caged up and sealed. You will be bound, crated and sent off to your new owner. Whoever that is.

“Succeed and you get the joy of one last orgasm before being locked up for good and shipped off to your new owner anyways. There’s no way out. No turning back. You’ve been chosen, and you will come to accept your new life. These friends of yours, just fellow products now, their fate is sealed the way yours is.”

With that the hyena plunges his thick length into Drake’s muzzle. He slides it deep, choking him of air before sliding back out. This repeats over and over, Drake sucking and slurping on it as much as the gag will allow. Pre and drool oozes out from between his lips. The hyena huffs and pants, grabbing the back of Drake’s neck,yanking on his fur as he face fucks him hard. Balls slap Drake’s chin, thick cock sliding in and out of his muzzle.

He can feel the hyena grow stiffer. The mutt sucks eagerly, knowing his time is nearing.

The hyena speeds up. He shoves his dick harder, faster, deeper into Drake’s muzzle before howling and yelping—erupting in a geyser of seed all over the dog’s muzzle.

The hyena pulls out and coats Drake’s face, nose and mouth. Panting, he lets go of Drake’s hair. The mutt pants too. He whimpers softly, with a jaw and throat sore from the abuse.

The hyena looks at his watch.

“Now isn’t that a shame.”

The hyena moves behind Drake and flicks on the machine. Slowly it pulls the toy from his butt, only to plunge deep in again. Over and over it repeats, gaining speed with each plunge.

The hyena pats Drake’s head—

“Five minutes, thirty two seconds.”

—and with that, he walks across the warehouse floor. Screams and moans fill the room as the heavy metal door screeches shut.