In Tykhe's Grasp

Chapter 17: The Induction

by time_to_occur

Tags: #dubious_consent #m/m #m/nb #multiple_partners #ownership_dynamics #scifi #3rd_person #ownership

Consent is paramount in real life. I do not condone non-consensual acts.

SYNOPSIS: After Aristotle's usual trainers fail, Jewel receives his training from Eurylochus, Aristotle's factotum, and learns how to let go like a good pet. Meanwhile, Jasper convinces Rhys to attend the Pet Auction.

The silence in the meeting room was deafening. Aristotle's long, elegant fingers, gloved in white, were steepled together. His neck was bent slightly and his forehead pressed into his index fingers. His sigh was long-suffering and elegant. "My darlings, I have given you the best possible training opportunities, the best personnel, a more-than-generous budget, and technology that the people outside of this room have not even yet dreamt of. You can understand my consternation when you tell me that, despite all of these obvious advantages and privileges, you have failed to make any progress with the subject."

“Not exactly, sir,” one of the psychologists offered with a obvious hesitance. “The subject no longer has any memory of anything as far back as Mister Fairmount’s Golden Lattice party, a-and we have implanted some memories as well. He just…” She sat back into her seat and huffed, defeated.

The lead trainer picked up that hanging thread. “He refuses to believe his own memory, and is uncooperative out of spite.” She hung her head briefly before finally meeting Mr. Brandywine’s eyes, “There is nothing else we can try without taking unacceptable risks with the subject’s safety.”

"I understand," said Aristotle, unsteepling his fingers and preparing to send a message to Eurylochus, his factotum. "I will obviously take your opinions about the subject's safety under advisement. Stop the training."

The experts around the table all looked visibly relieved. They had obviously expected a different response. Only one of them — Daedalus, whose only responsibility in this mess was to produce the merchandise that Jewel would be auctioned with — kept his eyes on Aristotle, bemused.

"Let's adjourn this meeting," said Aristotle as he sent his message to Eurylochus.

---

Eurylochus stood with his arms lightly crossed behind his back, waiting for his employer to continue. His long obsidian hair was tied up in a practical bun, some of the length trailing out underneath. His golden eyes were focused on Aristotle Brandywine's face.

To be Aristotle Brandywine's factotum was to discard any idea of 'right' and 'wrong'. He demanded perfection and obedience in all things, and Eurylochus was one of the only Coins who seemed capable of giving him that. Or so Eurylochus understood, given how many factotums the man had gone through before hiring him.

"You are to train that sarcastic, spiteful whelp by any means necessary, Eurylochus. Drugs, another trip through Mnemosyne, pain, pleasure, manipulation...None of it is off-limits. I want him to be the perfect pleasure pet. And I never want to see that smirk again. Retrain his smile," said Aristotle, more perturbed than Eurylochus had ever seen him.

Aristotle had taken a personal interest in this pet's training and visited him often. Every time, the young viper had an insult for him, even lacking all of his engrams related to the man. Eurylochus didn't let his amusement show.

"Yes, Mister Brandywine. I will see to it," said Eurylochus, deferent but not ready to lick Aristotle's boots. Aristotle could not stand obsequiousness.

---

Rhys was in an odd situation.

What made it odd was not the physical environment around him. No, it was a perfectly pleasant day. The sun was shining down onto his golden curls. His pet had his head in his lap, looking up at him with adoring, pleading eyes. They were sat on a two-person swing outside on the balcony, with Jasper's garden all around them.

What was odd were the words coming out of Jasper's mouth.

"I really don't mind if you want to go to the auction, Rhys. I think we should go," Jasper said. "Really."

Rhys looked down at his beautiful pet. There was no duplicity in Jasper’s eyes, but this seemed out of character for him. “You want to go to Aristotle's auction? What interest do you have in——” and then it dawned on him.

“My darling pet, there is no need to go shopping for another. You are everything I need and more.” Rhys caressed Jasper’s soft cheek with his softer hand. “I love you. And, I am certainly not bored of you.”

Jasper felt a wave of love for Rhys and pressed his face into Rhys's stomach, hugging him tight. "I love you, too. But, that's not why I want to go to the auction. It's...I'm trying to integrate into Coin culture, and everyone's going to be there. Chalcedony and Merit are going. I asked Marin and they're going with Calix and Anthix, too."

“Oh, I see,” Rhys answered, relieved. He had wanted to acclimate Jasper to Coin culture slowly. On the one hand, a pet auction could be a rather intense experience. On the other, Jasper had been the star of a Golden Lattice Ceremony. What could be more intense than that? “If that is the case, then I am sure I can find the time.”

Jasper looked relieved. Very relieved, even. Rhys was happy that he could put his pet at ease, but curious about what had had him tied in such knots. He stroked Jasper's hair, hoping that Jasper would come to him when the time felt right.

---

Working for Aristotle Brandywine was never dull. One day, Eurylochus would be organizing his employer’s meals while he was traveling for university business, and the next he would be giving precise instructions to some of the most powerful people in the city. Today was no exception. Today, he had to pull apart and rebuild the mind of a bull-headed slumdog.

Eurylochus finished reading through “Jewel’s” file as the car approached the university. It was a short, dense read, but it bored him. There was little known about the man beyond his work contacts and the infrequent documented interactions with others. The only details of use before his capture at the lab were the police records. His verbal jousts and physical altercations with the arresting officers provided a limited window into his beliefs and behaviours. The notes from the lab techs were useless. They had no idea how to deal with him, so the only thing they documented was how colourful Jewel’s insults could be and all of the treatment courses that had failed. Eurylochus sighed as the door opened and he slipped out of the vehicle. 'It will have to do.'

---

Even having seen the pictures in Jewel's file, Eurylochus did not expect the man to look so delicate in sleep. He was in a recovery pod, having torn his hands and arms up trying to escape his restraints in the last virtual reality program he had been subjected to. They were just about healed.

The first thing that Eurylochus decided, based on the case file, was to call the pet "Julian" for now. From what he could tell, about half of the incidents had resulted from someone trying to use his pet name and Jewel responding poorly. Violently. Even with his memories hampered, the slumdog still loved to bite.

The second thing that Eurylochus decided was that he would make Jewel addicted to the presence of Coins.

With his plan set, the factotum called Aristotle. “Eurylochus, dear. Are you already there?”

“Yes, Sir. I’ll need the services of a brain surgeon on short notice,” came the brief reply. Eurylochus did not like to waste words. “I assume you can assist, Mister Brandywine?”

There was a brief pause. “And what would I need to tell this brain surgeon?” Aristotle asked eagerly.

Eurylochus considered the work that needed to be done. A few magnetic stimulators and some implanted chemical synthesis devices should be all he needed. But, despite his employer’s curiosity, Eurylochus didn’t want to trouble him with too much information. That would only slow things down. “Just to install a few implants into a ‘willing’ patient with a unique medical condition,” Eurylochus answered helpfully. “How long do you think it will take to arrange the procedure?”

"I'll have the surgeon there later this afternoon," answered Aristotle, and hung up.

---

Eurylochus watched and waited, a mask of patience comfortably in place. Jewel would be awake soon. Those initial moments were crucial to shaping their relationship.

Finally, the corner of the pet’s mouth twitched. And then again, this time holding the grimace as the head rolled lightly. “Can you hear me, Julian?” Eurylochus asked softly. “Take it slow. You’re in no danger here.”

The corner of the blond thief's eye twitched. His hands gripped at the cushions in the recovery pod that he was ensconced in. His eyes opened into small slits at first. Julian did not remember coming here.

"Who the fuck are you?" he rasped, his throat dry.

Eurylochus rolled his eyes. “Good, your speech is already cogent,” he answered. “Too bad your memory isn’t back yet.” The Coin approached the pod slowly. “I’m Eurylochus. Everyone has told me you’ve been nothing but a problem, but you've signed a contract. I’m here to help you become the pet you asked us to make you.”

"Well, fuck you. I revoke my consent," growled Julian.

And that was when Eurylochus released the first chemical into his bloodstream. A slight nauseating agent. Enough to make what Julian was saying feel...wrong.

"It's not unusual for pets to get cold feet when it comes to their training," drawled Eurylochus. “But you’re different. If we start the process to cancel the contract, you’ll re-commit to the training in an hour or two. Just like before.” Eurylochus kept his face almost completely neutral, but his eyes portrayed resignation to his current role.

Another drop of chemicals to excite the pet. “How about, this time, you actually try a bit of the training before tearing up the contract?”

Julian's cheeks flushed with a confusing excitement, coming directly on the tail end of that equally strange nausea. He licked his lips. "You don't think I'm that easy to fool, do you? I don't fuck with Coins."

Something vague at the back of his mind told him that wasn't true. That he was meant to be 'Jewel', which is what all those other fucking trainers had tried to call him. No. Julian squashed down that feeling as hard as he could.

“Considering you signed the contract and came here of your own volition, I find that hard to believe,” the Coin said flatly and then shrugged. “It seems to me like you are fooling yourself, but what do I care?”

Eurylochus turned without hesitation and started walking toward the door. “I’ve got things to do, so why don’t you take some time to think about it?” he offered. His hard-soled shoes echoed sharply off the smooth white walls. Another quick chemical adjustment through his ocular implant forced Jewel's anxiety and fear into overdrive. He would feel it soon. “If you still want to cut your losses and run, I won’t stop you. It would be less work for me, anyway.”

Eurylochus did not turn back to see Jewel’s reaction.

---

Julian was curled up into a miserable little ball. Whenever he was left alone, these sensations of dread and anxiety overwhelmed him. The only relief was when Eurylochus came to see him. But, every time that Eurylochus had returned so far, Julian had cursed him out.

The first time that Eurylochus returned, he gave Julian a choice, as promised. While he wanted nothing to do with the pet training, Julian found that he didn’t want to leave, either. He evaded the Coin’s questions and insulted him. His heart wasn't in it, but he could destroy most Coins half-asleep with his mouth plugged by a leaky dick. It shouldn't have mattered.

But, Eurylochus hadn't even argued with him. He had just left. And, when he left, Julian's misery and anxiety returned full-force.

Julian wasn't fucking stupid. Eurylochus had to be the cause of this. But it didn't matter, because Julian was reaching his limit. He needed the blessed relief for more than five minutes at a time.

When Julian slept, he dreamt of being Jewel. In his dreams, he saw himself signing the contract. He remembered his aspirations to become a pet. And every time he woke, those false memories were taking longer to fade.

There was nothing he could do. Miserable and alone, being a pet was starting to sound pretty fucking appealing. When Eurylochus was there, at least the fear and anxiety was gone. There was even a strange, euphoric sort of pleasure.

---

Eurylochus came back through that same door. Just the sound of his footsteps made Julian feel better. Good, even. From his place in the inclined pod, he watched as the Coin pulled something from his pocket and popped it into his mouth. Even the motions of his genetically crafted jawline were… weirdly pleasing to look at.

Whatever happened next, Julian needed some relief. He couldn’t say something that would drive Eurylochus off again. Whatever it took, Julian had to keep Eurylochus here.

So, for once, Julian kept his mouth shut.

“Good morning,” Eurylochus said, his voice devoid of emotion. “How are you feeling?”

Julian hesitated. If Eurylochus thought this was some new tactic, he might just leave. And Julian didn't want him to leave.

"Well, Coin—" That was nicely neutral, Julian thought. "—I feel terrible most of the time. And I ain't getting anywhere without you. So, I guess that means I'm going to talk to you."

Eurylochus nodded patiently. “That’s a start.”

He wasn’t very tall by Coin standards, but Eurylochus still towered over Julian in his pod as he came near. “I assume you want to discuss training, yes?”

Julian exhaled shakily. The absence of the pain and dread was pleasure. He raised his eyes to look at Eurylochus. "Yeah. Okay."

“And how do I know that you aren’t going to suddenly decide to stop again in an hour? Or a day?” Eurylochus sounded so unconcerned that he may as well have been reading the forward from an encyclopedia. “How can I be sure that I’m not wasting my time with you?”

Julian's leg began to jitter against the side of the pod. He grabbed his thigh just above the knee to stop it. Fuck, how had he gotten here? Why had he signed those papers and why didn't he leave when Eurylochus offered him the chance? Every night, the memories became a little clearer. His hidden desires were coming to the fore as he began to remember conversations with Nova about becoming a pet — the pleasure, the money, the ability to make Coins fall in love with you...

"You said we'd discuss the training. Whether or not I want the training is going to depend on what the training is," ventured Julian.

“Why don’t we start with social etiquette, and see how you do with that?” Eurylochus offered without missing a beat.

Julian was feeling too relieved to argue. He could handle some etiquette bullshit, so long as Eurylochus didn't try to make him greet people by sucking dick. He did his best not to look as eager as he felt to continue the conversation. "Yeah, all right. I'd ask how bad it can be, but I think we don't need any more dramatic irony. This fucking sucks. Obviously, you're manipulating me somehow. But I'll take the fucking lesson."

“Good,” Eurylochus with the smallest hint of a smile. “Before we do that, you’ve been in that pod a while, yes? We should get you out of there and into a shower.” Eurylochus gave Julian a small endorphin bump at the mention of the shower. The Coin held out his hand to help the smaller man out of the pod, fully expecting Julian to ignore it.

Julian could smell himself. He hesitated for a moment before taking Eurylochus's hand and pulling himself from the pod. It was so much easier to accept help. So much easier to go along with things. What had he gained from all that resistance? This Coin didn't respect him and never would. He had just caused himself pain with all that pride.

"A shower sounds...necessary," the bedraggled thief agreed.

The lights gradually brightened to a warm and comfortable level as Eurylochus led Julian through the door to the common showers. The Coin took up a position next to the wall opposite the lineup of showerheads. Eurylochus motioned to them.

“Go right ahead,” he instructed. “I’ll wait.” The Coin casually crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.

If Eurylochus expected Julian to be shy to strip down in front of him, he was in for a surprise. Julian had been bathing naked in front of other people since he was small. It was the best way to conserve fresh water. Still, he wasn't thrilled by the idea of Eurylochus in particular perving on him while he washed. He turned his back to the Coin and stripped off the ripe training suit, holding his breath as he did so.

As Julian approached the showers Eurylochus gave him a generous helping of endorphins, and just a dash of adrenaline to get the pet’s heart pumping.

Julian turned on the water and it adjusted itself almost perfectly. He made it a bit colder just out of spite. Then, he began to clean himself. The soap smelled of peaches and apples, the first of which Julian only ever had from the leftovers of Coin banquets, and the second of which had been a staple in the food baskets that Julian's family used to receive. Usually, real mealy ones, with soft, bruised flesh that he still had to eat. His nose twitched. He could still feel Eurylochus's eyes on him. He...didn't hate it.

There was no deception here. Eurylochus was watching Julian shower, and looking over his body. He was not leering at the man like some fool with no self-control or some classless plebe. He quietly inspected the pet’s body and his movements to better understand who he was working with. All the while he increased the flow of drugs every time Julian stole a glance over at him.

Julian could not deny the effect that Eurylochus's glance was having on him. He didn't know exactly how Eurylochus was doing it, but even knowing it was artificial made no difference. He craved it. And it seemed to get better when Julian was looking back. So, he turned around and faced Eurylochus, running his fingers through his tangle of blond hair. He didn't say a word as he let his gaze rest on Eurylochus's face.

“You seem to be done. Let's move on,” Eurylochus said. It was important to leave Julian wanting more. He tossed Julian a towel and picked up the training suit, moving for the door.

The moment it made contact with his skin, Julian could feel the quality of the towel. His hand was instantly dry, and his fingers sunk into the fabric. It was large and lightweight, seemingly with no weft and warp. Julian had never felt anything like it.

As the door opened to his approach, Eurylochus turned back. “Consider this your first lesson. I will not be giving you more clothing until after our etiquette session is done. There is nothing shameful about being nude in front of others. Nudity, including in public, is a celebration of the body. That being the case, pets need to undress without hesitation when told to by their Owners or trusted associates of their Owners. Come along.”

Eurylochus walked out of the room and turned out of sight. Julian followed and found himself in a lounge designed for probably a good dozen people. There were chairs, swings, benches and couches, all arranged around a central fountain. It was empty.

When Eurylochus indicated a chair, Julian put his towel down on it and sat. He was unused to being naked like this and hunched over a little. A glance from Eurylochus had him engaging his core and putting his shoulder back. Julian wasn't sure why he had responded that way and kind of hated himself for it.

It was good to see Julian was already taking to the training. Eurylochus wondered if he would have been necessary if the other trainers had enough of a spine to stand up to Julian’s sharp tongue.

“The next thing we should address is something I think you will struggle with.” Eurylochus simply stated this as fact, without forgiveness or condemnation. “You will need to cut back on the swearing and nix the casual insults completely. Swearing is fine during sex, and clever put-downs have their place, but not in everyday Coin society. Aggressive language is offensive, not endearing.”

Julian had been weakened by the days of "mysterious" illness that these Coin fuckers had managed to induce in him. Did it really matter what he agreed to now to maintain his comfort? Saying the words didn't mean that he had to believe them. "Right. You all have delicate constitutions. Words wound you."

Eurylochus shook his head. “No. People are only accepting of that communication style after a relationship and rapport have been established, or if you have established power over them. You have done neither.” Silence hung in the air for a moment.

Julian crossed his arms. The bastard was right. They definitely didn't have rapport and Julian had never felt more helpless in his life. "Fine. I'll practice. So, what's next? The cocksuck——I mean, the fellatio lessons?"

A quick review of the lesson plans Eurylochus had in his ocular implant helped him decide. “No. I want you to focus on language for now,” he answered. “We’ll go over social hierarchy and titles. I expect you to avoid any swearing for the duration.”

---

The overhead arm retracted backward with a soft hum, allowing Eurylochus to gently lift Jewel out of the articulated scorpion-tail chair. The necessary changes to his brain took mere minutes this time. The Mnemosyne had developed quickly in the time that Eurylochus had been using it on Jewel. The speed and ease of use meant that Eurylochus could easily implement direct measures to enforce good behaviour.

Julian had proved to be extremely loud for his size and prone to angry outbursts and shouting. The last week had been much improved as Eurylochus had arranged for a gentle scraping of the vocal cords to surgically enforce more appropriate and conversational volume levels. Eurylochus was going to recommend that it be made permanent once he had a buyer. Right now, they had to reprogram any of the nanites they used for rapid healing, but it wouldn't take much to permanently install a vocal modulator. That would even allow for muting the pet if he got too scrappy.

Likewise, they had gone ahead and modified the pet's physical appearance to reinforce the psychological changes they were making with Mnemosyne. Julian had earned a full set of tasteful tattoos that evinced his submission and pet status. A future owner could remove them if desired, but Eurylochus felt confident that they could find a buyer who would love the way they communicated Jewel's purpose. Each tattoo drew attention to one of Jewel's erogenous zones, along with an ornate ink collar around his throat and cuffs at his wrists. The style was somewhere between elaborate lacework and electronic circuit board motifs melded together. The tattoos softened Jewel's look and made him into the beautiful decoration that he was meant to be.

As he arranged Jewel into a comfortable position in his bed, Eurylochus noted the white hair at his temples, no doubt the result of repeated usage of Mnemosyne. They would find a permanent solution to that later. For now, the patches were barely noticeable against Julian's bleach-blond hair.

---

Eurylochus watched from the observation room as he triggered Jewel's brain implants, encouraging the pet to wake up. Julian was as much "Jewel" as he was likely to become in the time that they had to do the job. By now, Eurylochus had also made sure that the pet responded to its proper name.

This was their last full day before Jewel would be evaluated by Aristotle. Jewel still struggled to let go of control entirely to someone else. Though he had the habit of asking for advice if an authority figure was available, he still stubbornly clung to his agency about making the final call on even the smallest of decisions himself. That was good in one way, if a little strange, because nobody liked a useless bottom who couldn't make any decisions of their own. But, Jewel still needed to be able to cede control entirely when it was asked of him. Jewel was still prone to topping from the bottom.

Today was all about helping Jewel give up that last little bit of control. Eurylochus had found that bondage was especially useful for controlling his problem pet. They would be using that knowledge now. They would then further imprint the changes deep in Jewel’s mind overnight with the Mnemosyne.

Jewel woke up slowly as artificial daylight flooded the room. He snuggled back into the blankets since Eurylochus wasn't there yet. He peered over the edge of the cocoon-like bed and took a metal bottle of water, taking a nice long sip.

The door whispered open and Eurylochus stepped into the room. “Good morning, Jewel. Come along,” he said as he turned back the way he had come.

Without hesitation, Jewel kept the water bottle in hand as he followed Eurylochus from the room completely naked. Eurylochus hadn’t told him to get dressed and would take care of things if Jewel needed an outfit.

The room that Jewel followed his trainer into had high ceilings and many anchor points. There were winches, ropes, and pulleys attached here and there on metal frames along the ceiling. More metal bars and frames had been leaned against the wall, waiting to be used.

This was the first time that Jewel had been in this room. He looked questioningly at Eurylochus, who approached part of a frame to the side of the room and picked it up.

Eurylochus lifted the steel from the wall and carried it to the center of the room. The piece of metal consisted of two vertical poles, taller than Jewel, set three feet apart. Near the base, a third pole ran horizontally between the other two. Above that, a free-spinning u-shaped set of pipes swung gently. Eurylochus planted the pipes at the base into four holes designed expressly for them and then tightened a mechanism at the anchor points of the u-shape until the pipes were immobile.

Jewel was confused. Access to all the technology in the world and all the serfs to build it for them, and Eurylochus was doing what, exactly? Building a swing set?

Stepping away from his construction, Eurylochus motioned for Jewel to come closer, which Jewel did. “There is nothing quite like building a cage around a willing pet,” he crowed. “And you are willing, aren’t you, Jewel?”

Eurylochus grasped Jewel by the upper arms and lifted him from his feet. He carefully guided Jewel’s body over the metal structure, guiding Jewel to kneel on two metal bars, one passing just above his ankles, and another below the knees.

“Take hold of the bars to your sides while I restrain you,” the Coin instructed.

Jewel’s first impulse was to try and flee. But, that was muted. Fleeting. The fantasy of what someone else might do faced with this situation. Someone who didn’t understand the ecstasy of letting go so someone else could take charge. At the surface level, Jewel felt nothing but anticipation and joy at being in his Coin’s presence.

But, when Eurylochus brought down a bar behind his knees and over the back of his Achilles’ tendons, locking him into position, Jewel felt a deep sense of unease. It passed quickly.

Before Jewel could settle in, Eurylochus lowered another piece over his head. Jewel's trainer closed the restraints against his upper body. Two thick horizontal bars, one at his back and one against his ribcage just beneath the pectorals, held his torso in place. The upper portion was built with an angled loop that went from his brow ridge around to the base of his skull, leaving only his jaw mobile.

Eurylochus attached two more pieces to the torso shell that prevented Jewel from folding his arms, one just behind his biceps and the other just under the fold of his elbows. Two final pieces prevented him from moving his arms sideways. There was no point in restraining his hands.

Jewel's breathing was heavy and fearful. He tried to twist his head to the side to track Eurylochus's movements through the room, but the restraints kept him steady. "...I'm scared, Eury. Please, what do I need to do to be let out?"

“There’s nothing to do. That’s the point,” Eurylochus answered patiently. “As a stand-in for your future owner, I get to do as I please. You simply need to wait while I inspect you and take my pleasure with your helpless body. Learn to let go.”

The warmth of hands pressed roughly into Jewel’s back, inspecting the muscles, and sliding along his curves. Jewel didn't suppress his shiver. He knew that Coins liked to see how they were affecting their pets.

Eurylochus already knew Jewel's body was extremely ready for the auction. Jewel would benefit from this exercise in other ways. The reformed pet still had trouble letting go. Eurylochus had simply chosen a way of teaching his trainee that allowed the trainer to get some enjoyment from the act.

Jewel's whole body was tense. His hands gripped the pipes and his muscles flexed, guarding against Eurylochus's touch. He moaned like he should and writhed especially pleasantly, but he couldn't relax his musculature. It was like he was waiting to be attacked.

Eurylochus was intent on teasing every part of his body. Jewel's trainer came around to the front, his face implacable, and that only made the tension worse. When Eurylochus pressed into his abs, they held firm like a ship’s hull. The Coin slid his hand downward and calmly took hold of Jewel's cock, sliding the foreskin back to reveal the slick, shining head. His thumb rolled around the surface of the glans, massaging Jewel's pre-cum back into the skin.

Jewel's forehead pressed into the bar, unable to translate any of the tension into the movements that he normally would. He couldn't fidget or writhe. The pipes held him still. He whimpered with pleasure. "Ahh, Eury..."

Eurylochus gently stroked the pet’s cock to ensure it was fully erect. “This is happening. Let go. Let it happen. Doesn't it feel good, pet?”

Eurylochus wanted Jewel to stop holding himself back. Those noises were a good start. But, Eurylochus could hear the resistance in them. It was not a good sign.

Time to change things up. Disorienting Jewel would prevent him from getting used to the situation. Encourage him to give himself over to whatever Eurylochus had planned.

Without warning, Eurylochus grabbed the pipe near Jewel's cock and pulled. This tilted the entire structure in its frame. The steel pipes restraining Jewel pivoted, leaving him horizontal and staring upward. Eurylochus continued to tease his cock, but his free hand began to wander around Jewel’s chest.

“This is much more ergonomic.” The gentle caresses just under the pet’s pectorals persisted. It was an intensely sensitive area for Jewel and it would normally have him thrashing, but not when he was restrained so fully. It ended with Eurylochus stepping away.

He opened some hidden alcove in the wall that Jewel couldn't see into from this angle, unable to even crane his neck within the bars surrounding his head. When Eurylochus came back into view, he was lowering a simple-looking blindfold with eye cups toward Jewel's face. Jewel had worn it before. It blocked out all light. He shook his head minutely, but Eurylochus gave him a warning look and Jewel stilled.

The blindfold came down. Eurylochus slid it almost lovingly over Jewel's skull, flattening his blond hair against his face. The trainer pulled away the strands that had become trapped under the eye cups and then Jewel was in darkness. He was unable to move, unable to see. Then, Eurylochus pushed something into Julian's ears, blocking all sound.

That was when Eurylochus began to stick something inside of Jewel's dick. Jewel let out a shout of surprise. Eurylochus pressed a slick finger to his lips, cautioning him. Then, he slid the slim, firm rod deeper inside Jewel's urethra. They had barely touched on this kind of play, with so much to do before the auction. So, though it must have been quite thin, to Jewel, it felt fucking huge.

Eurylochus was careful but relentless. He pushed the slippery sound deeper inside of Jewel's body and it was all that Jewel could feel, all that he could focus on. The whole of his attention was drawn into his cockshaft.

After a few minutes with the rod deep inside Jewel's dick, Eurylochus pulled the sound out to add more lubrication. Then, in a single motion, he slid it further into the meatus of Jewel's cock. It wasn't long before Eurylochus's tool bottomed out inside of Jewel. His whole body was trembling with effort, slick with sweat, even though all he had to do was lay there, trapped between the bars.

That was when Eurylochus began to fuck the sound into him, emphasizing just how little Jewel could do. He had no control over this situation. Eventually, holding the tension became too exhausting, too painful, and Jewel's body relaxed into the fucking, little pants and moans coming from his mouth with every thrust.

"Ah--ah...ahhhng..."

When Jewel's body finally let go and went limp, Eurylochus pulled the sound out like a ripcord and Jewel came, spilling his cum all over his lower stomach and thighs.

Without pausing, Eurylochus came around to Jewel's head and adjusted the bars so that it was tilted back, adjusting his throat with his mouth so that they formed a straight line.

Jewel’s mind was clouded from the abrupt orgasm, the pleasure still flowing through him. But, he knew what Eurylochus wanted, just from the position that he had been placed in. His body craved it. He felt saliva flood his mouth at the awareness that he was about to get facefucked. That made him feel a little strange. A little dirty. But this was the role of a pet. He had agreed to it. How strange that he had resisted Eurylochus so much at the start.

It was a relief to feel the press of Eurylochus’s cock on his face. He breathed in the scent of his trainer’s cock. He felt Eurylochus draw a line of precum across his cheek. He desperately wanted to turn his head, to swallow down that cockhead, but he could only barely move his jaw up and down. “Please... Eury, I want—”

"What matters is what I want, as your trainer and a stand-in for your future Owner," said Eurylochus through the speakers in the earplugs as he held Jewel's jaw open and shoved his Coin-sized cock between his soft lips. "But, since our desires align..."

Jewel had no time to inhale before Eurylochus was halfway down his throat. Jewel wasn't an amateur any longer. He followed his training. He relaxed his throat and began to swallow. Each swallow caressed Eurylochus's shaft, tightening the throat muscles minutely. His tongue was pinned to the bottom of his mouth for the moment, but he was ready to use it as soon as Eurylochus eased back enough to allow it. He endeavoured to be the best possible cockhole that he could be.

He was running out of breath in his lungs. It was getting difficult to focus. But, Eurylochus seemed to be showing no signs of slowing. He knew that his role as a pet was to do his duty until he passed out, if that was what his Owner willed. Eurylochus wouldn't let him die. Jewel was valuable and he had been good today. As good as he knew how to be.

The cock twisted slightly in his mouth, repositioning.

Jewel’s lungs began to burn, but he reminded himself that Eury was an experienced trainer and lover. He knew how long Jewel could last. It was an Owner’s job to know.

But could Eurylochus make a mistake? Could this be a punishment fit for a pet? Had Jewel somehow failed? Was he being tested?

The thrusts came faster. Deeper.

What if he had Coins all wrong? Could they be the abusers, the monsters that so many of his friends had claimed? He was about to die with a fucking Coin dick in his mouth. That made him mad. Furious. Enough to want to bite down, hard.

A gentle hand ran across his cheek. His neck.

But, hadn’t Eury been good to him? He was so patient and attentive. He helped Jewel even when Jewel wouldn’t accept it. This must be a lesson. This couldn't be intentional.

But, did any of that really matter?

This was what Jewel was here for. Submission, use, and obedience. He had known what he was signing up for. Nothing in his life would be the same, and he needed to adapt. He couldn’t be like he used to be. It wouldn’t help him. Not anymore. Jewel had to give his past self up. He had to let go, just like Eurylochus kept telling him to.

But, whatever he told himself, his autonomic nervous systems were telling Jewel that he needed to fucking breathe. Now. He thrashed between the pipes, unable to move more than a centimetre, but desperately trying to get the cock out of his mouth. Eurylochus pressed on two pressure points on the hinge of his jaw, making him unable to bite down.

Eurylochus held him like that for what felt like an interminable amount of time, but must have only been a few more seconds as Jewel's vision swam and he coughed around that thick cock. Then, he withdrew.

Jewel took great gasping breaths and coughed. Suddenly, the metal cage he was caught inside swung downwards, leaving him upside down. He expected Eurylochus to say or do something, but instead everything was still and silent.

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Eurylochus left Jewel upside down in the frame for about ten minutes while he cleaned up the rest of the mess. Jewel didn't struggle. He just breathed, and it was clear that he was thankful for every breath. His body was still. The slumborn pet didn't shout, or swear, or complain at all.

Eurylochus knew then that he had succeeded.

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