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It was the strangest thing. A soldier was thanking me for my contribution to the war. I neither fought, nor led and certainly didn't do anything medal worthy. Yet I played a key role in all this bloodshed. It was odd though, I wasn't the cook, or a mechanic, built nothing, planned nothing. I wasn't even getting paid, or treated well. In fact, right now they had my ankle chained to a bed and my hands were cuffed with a pair of stunning black handcuffs, engraved with an interesting pattern along the edge. Those were a gift, of all things, since I wasn't really allowed to keep things. I was a prisoner. My actual experience in this war amounted to a single battle and laying down a couple dozen mines. I gave up on fighting and ran away. It was just dumb luck that I ran into someone who didn't shoot and I've been stewing around since then.

My mind raced and a queasy feeling grew in my stomach, having never considered my actions important till now. My capture and the information I gave led to a swift slaughter that charged the army's moral. I didn't really have much to tell, but I gained their trust. They kept me around during planning to ask me stuff and eventually they decided to let me relax a bit more and cuffed my hands in front. It was a pretty big deal to be able to scratch my own chin again. Now they were allowing me to stay relatively unattended. Granted, I couldn't really cause much trouble when I was both locked away and chained up.

It was close to the end of this camp. It was now too far from the front to be effective. There was much celebration with fresh stocks of food and new soldiers as well as many going home. I wasn't going home, but I was going somewhere. Transports didn't come that often and they wanted to move all the prisoners somewhere easy to get supplies to. This didn't sound too good for me. I didn't want to be among those I had betrayed. There would be those who would want to escape and the war would go on in a much quieter game of prisoners against security. I wasn't fighting and here I didn't have to. They trusted me and I didn't have to fight, not with them, not with other prisoners, only with myself. What gave me the right to decide who lived or died? Sure there would be people dieing anyway, but I suddenly realised that I had the power to say which side would win. It made me want to get back on the battlefield to justify my actions. Of course, I wasn't going to be armed any time soon, nor did I really want to. I didn't have a reason to fight this war other than to feel justified.

My mind continued to dream of what I might go through while I sat here in this tiny cell. It's what would have normally been a cheap hotel if it weren't abandoned. And I would really like to emphasise cheap here. The bed occupied most of the room; there was no dresser, nightstand, or desk. Most hotel rooms I've seen had a TV but in this place, it looked as if you'd be charged extra if you wanted one. A total of three rooms shared the bathroom, which I had been locked out of. Every once in a while, someone would open the door to let me go, but I never had privacy. A rather simple device locked the front door. It consisted of a T-shaped piece of metal, which poked through from my side of the room and through another plate. A pad lock held the two together and kept the door shut.

I sighed and hung my head as I tried to purge the dark thoughts from my mind. What I needed now was for someone to hold me and tell me that I wasn't responsible for getting people killed and assure me that lives were actually spared. I knew they had taken other prisoners but I didn't know how many, or if it was better than the alternative. They might have stood a chance if it weren't for me. Some probably would have wanted to keep fighting to the end and hope to stay alive, but for the most part, I had been held separate because they didn't want me getting hurt. It was something that I was afraid of too. They probably wouldn't appreciate me handing out information so freely.

My worries were interrupted with the load clank of my room being unlocked. A shimmer of light filled my room, and the darkened shadow of a wounded friend cast itself towards me. It was my fearless captor, who slowly limped in on a pair of crutches. "Hello Lieutenant Preston, and hello to anyone in the hallway there," I called out. There was usually some kind of guard in the hallway.

"Hello prisoner 851256," he greeted me formally in response as he hobbled in just far enough to collapse face first on the bed. "A little privacy, please," he muttered to an unseen figure outside.

The door slowly creaked shut and there was a loud clanking of metal as we were locked in. He groaned out in agony again as he pulled himself up to the head of the bed. Slowly, he turned around to face the ceiling.

"You don't look that well," I said as I got sat down next to the bed and leaned my muzzle over.

"I could say the same about you," Preston said in response, "Usually you're all over me."

"I've got a few things on my mind," I replied, "What about you? What happened, are you ok?"

"Well, good news and bad news. This will heal, and thanks for warning me about the mines by the tree line," he mumbled sarcastically, "I was nearby when a falling tree set one off. It's a bit of wood shrapnel. Hurts like hell, but it'll be better in eventually." His face turned towards mine and a single claw reached out and scratched a line down from behind my ear, down my fuzzy orange cheek and under my chin. My eyes closed and I tilted my neck up to be scratched. "So, what's eating at you today?" he asked, "You seem unusually well behaved."

My ears twitched and I groaned reluctantly, "I just don't feel right about the stuff I've done." There was a long pause as I tried to think of what to say. "It's just that... Well, people have lived and died depending partly on what I say. It just doesn't feel right," I sighed.

"A lot of things just don't feel right about all this, but it is a war we're fighting and we have to use everything we can. Unfortunately, that also includes you," he explained. "How did you become a part of this anyway?"

The answer to that was simple, I never really had a choice in the matter. I never wanted to be here, I'd do almost anything to get my old life back. To my angry, vengeful spirit, that included killing. However getting those who used to be part of my merry little existence killed seemed rather counter productive. "Conscription," I replied.

He placed a hand on the back of my head, and pulled me closer. "Well, let me tell you something," he whispered as he slowly turned around. "You know that good news I mention earlier? Well, this is the second injury to my leg. Two serious injuries, same general area, they think they've put me through enough now. According to our rules, the war is over for me," his eyes light up and then he cringed, taking hold of his leg. "Unfortunately, I don't get to go home yet. I joined the war in a kind of similar, yet kind of different way than you did. A couple things happened to me, I did a few things I really shouldn't have done, and got caught. They gave me a choice and I picked this over jail. I can't go back home till I finish my sentence."

I got on my knees to rest me chest on the bed and tilted my head with a pout. My eyes blinked, and I groaned softly, with my nose pressed up against his soft, brown cheek. "Well, that's good to hear," I said, "I wish this would end for me, but I get the feeling that this starts all over again for me." I straighten my head and sighed, "I don't like where I'm going."

Preston struggled to face me, "Well, there's a chance that you don't have to go. Want to join me here on the bed while I try to figure something out?"

I bounced at the thought, and gave the chain at my ankle a good yank. With my fingertips up on the bed, I asked, "Do I get to be strip searched first?" My bushy tail wagged behind me, and my eyes fluttered, trying hard to look innocent.

Preston snickered, "Now there's the Solack I know and love." He twisted to take hold of my hand cuffs, and looked me in the eyes, "Unfortunately, I don't have the energy right now. Leg hurts too much."

"Well, mind if I strip anyway?" I asked as took hold of Preston's wrist and ran my fingers down the back of his hand.

Preston pulled his hand away and waved his index finger at me, "Don't tempt me, at least not now. "

"Aww, but I can put on a good show. It'll help you relax," I said as I slicked my elongated ears back.

Preston shook his head and rubbed his leg, "That's exactly what I was afraid of. Can't I just hold you once without you getting all naughty with me?"

I rubbed my feet against each other and got up on my knees. My muzzle brushed lightly against the fur on his cheek. "Sure, you can," I grinned, "After we've finished doing the naughty."

His hand wrapped around my muzzle and pushed it away gently, "Don't take this the wrong way, but you need to get out more and find something besides sex to think about. I'm not telling you to escape, just find something else to think about every now and then"

"Well, you know how much I get out these days. It's not easy," I said as I climbed up on to the bed next to him, "There simply isn't anything to do in here. Besides me that is. I'm rather fun to do, would you like to try?"

With one arm, Preston rolled me on to my side, facing away and pulled my back against his chest. "Before I continue, something I must ask about. Are you this way with everyone or just me?"

I pulled his arm under my armpit and rubbed it over my chest as I replied, "Mostly you, I kind of have a thing for you."

"I kind of figured as much," Preston replied, "Anyway, since I still owe a debt to society, they're having me do something else that nobody else really wants to do. I'll be manning a weather station, forest fire watch tower or a light house or something miles from civilization for a year. Either that or go back to jail, which I'm kind of split on."

"Oh," I said as I turned my head to try to nuzzle Preston, "How come?"

"It all depends on one little thing," Preston said, "This is where I think we could help each other out. Would you like to keep me company?"

My eyes light up and I grinned happily, "You've got to be kidding."

Preston licked the back of my ear and replied, "No really, the major's taken a liking to you. I think maybe if we asked him nicely, he'll release you into my custody." There was another pause as he brushed my ears back, "Just don't come on to him, he might not be as receptive to that as I am."

I closed my eyes with a big grin on my face, "Well, maybe you should do something about that now," I suggested.

His hand drifted further up my chest and rubbed the base of my neck. "Now there's two ways I can think of doing that. One of them will get me in trouble, so I guess I'll have to bring you in bound and gagged and have you just nod along. Then you won't be doing or saying anything you shouldn't."

The simple suggestion had me murring happily and shaking in anticipation. I pushed back against Preston, my rump rubbing back against his hips. "And we can dress you up real cutely in little more than cuffs and a collar," he said as he propped himself up on his elbow. "And look, now you've got me going on this too," he chuckled, as his face loomed over me.

The way his warm breath drifted down my neck fuelled my desires, "Is that really such a bad thing? It sounds like a lot of fun to me."

Preston rubbed his cheek against mine as he snickered, "I'm sure you'd love for me to tie you up and put you in a compromising position where I can easily take advantage of you." His hand glided down the plain orange shirt I was issued as he went on, "In fact, I see you giving yourself to me freely. You want me to do to you as I please, don't you? And you want me to push you around and tell you what to do."

My breath grew greatly shallower as he rubbed his hand on my belly. "Yes, master," I replied as I pulled my hands apart so that I could feel the cuffs holding them back firmly, "How can you tell?"

Preston rolled on to his back and dragged me over his side. Both his arms wrapped around as he explained, "It's fairly simple really. The way you act is a dead give away. That, and." He trailed off and gave me a good squeeze.

"And what?" I asked right on cue.

"You know that booklet I gave you about the treaties and your rights?" he asked.

"You mean the one with the rules about strip searching me?" I said, still longing to feel his claws running through my lush fur.

"Yes, that one," Preston said, sounding a little disappointed, "You seem to have creased it in all the interesting areas."

"Is that so?" I asked as I rocked by and forth in his warm arms.

"It's pretty obvious," he told me, "It's not that big of a surprise to you, is it?"

"So, when do we get to play?" I asked.

He took hold of my hips and slowly slid them upwards as he answered, "Not till the paperwork is signed."

My body rocked against his, "What if you were to just give me something fun and a bit of privacy while we talked dirty. That doesn't break any rules, does it?"

He was sliding my arms towards the head of the bed, which I limply allowed him to do. "I suppose I could," he said as I found one of my cuffs swinging open. My body shook with delight and anticipation until I felt it snap shut again. The cold metal bars of the headboard were barely in my grasp as I tried to pull my hands back down. My body twitched from side to side, an ankle chained to one side of the bed and wrists to another. "Unfortunately, I don't have anything fun for you, but I figured this would really get you going," Preston said as he pulled sheets up, tucking me as if to shelter me.

My hips rocked, looking for something to grind against as Preston slid out from under me. "This is fun, but I can't get off like this. You mind helping me out?" I asked.

The bed tilted slightly as he sat down by my head. His claws ran through the fur on my cheek as he tilted my head towards him, "We've already gone over that, a much we might want to I can't. I suppose teaching you what 'not allowed' means will be one of the first things I'll have to do with you. How about I take control for a while? That is where we're going, isn't it?"

"Yes, master," I replied.

He curled one of my elongated ears around his finger. A warm feeling flowed though my ear; I always had trouble with circulation in my ears. I was unaware of that most of the time, but in anyone's hands the warm sensation really hit me hard. "I think now would be a good time to do what we always do. Lets have a round of questions, I presume you're familiar with the rules."

I nodded, "Same rules as always, I presume."

"Yes, but tonight's categories aren't going to be tanks, artillery and troops. Let's get at what really matters, you, me, plans and what'll hopefully be my little weather station. Pick a category," he said, as he stroked the short fur area inside my ears, his claws dragged behind like a pair of smoothened points.

"Plans, when do you plan on fucking me?" I joked as I tilted my head to give him the cute puppy dog look.

"I ask the questions," he said as he tilted my head away, "If things worked out between us, what do you plan to tell your friends and family after the war?"

"Oh boy, oh boy," I muttered, "This is a hard category." I took a moment to really think about things. What do I tell someone about something like this? "I suppose I could tell them I was captured and I found a place I liked, or I guess I could tell them I liked it better here. But I don't think I'll be telling them I met someone. Hopefully nobody will be saying I deserted or blabbed about everything I talked about."

"Fair enough," Preston told me, "How about trying an easier category if you didn't like that one. Might I suggest the category of you?"

"Sure," I replied, "I suppose I could talk about me. What do you want to know about me?"

"What would you consider your limits?" he asked with little hesitation.

"Limits?" I asked back curiously.

"As in what do you want to avoid," he clarified, "If you don't want be shit on, castrated, starved, or other mean stuff, now is the time to say it."

I twisted to the side catching a nice glance of Preston's back. "You wouldn't really do that to me, would you?"

"If you aren't comfortable with something, I won't," Preston said, as he gave my side a reassuring pat, "That's the point of the idea."

"'Don't shit on me, don't castrate me, and don't starve me," I said, "And let me think, I'll have more to add."

"How about water sports?" he asked, still not turning around, "Do you have any strong objections to being peed on?"

"It scares me, makes me uncomfortable, but I'm willing try if I get washed off after," I explained, "And it has to be a nice warm shower. Something relaxing."

"Fair enough," he said, "How do you feel about being shared?"

"Shared?" I asked.

"As in group sex and private sessions with friends. My friends of course, but if you happen to have any of your friends around here, do tell me," he explained.

A deafening silence followed and I felt rather pressed to answer. My mind frantically weighed the pros and cons. By the time I had settled on an answer, Preston suddenly turned around and gripped my throat. I closed my eyes and twisted my body from side to side, trying to break free. The metal handcuffs clanged against the bed frame as I blindly pulled my hands towards me to help. Just as suddenly as it had begun, I stopped struggling. I realised that though he held my throat, he wasn't squeezing, not that I could really do anything about it.

"You know the rules," he said, "Do you have an answer you'd like to share?"

"I guess so," I mumbled.

"What was that?" Preston yelled as he lowered his face towards mine.

I rubbed my feet together and tried to draw up the courage to speak clearly, "I, I suppose..."

"You suppose?" he snickered, "You suppose? You suppose you can answer that or you suppose it's ok?"

His dug claw in under my chin, and pressed it close against my throat as he waited my reply

"I suppose it's ok," I gasped.

His claw slid gently away as he bent down and surprised me with a kiss on the cheek. "Has anyone ever told you that you look cute when you're scared?" he remarked, "The way your face tenses, absolutely adorable. It's really cute. Which brings me to pictures, are you ok with having pictures taken?"

"Only if they stay private," I quickly gasped with my head tilted back and neck exposed.

"That's good, that's very good," he said as he ran a finger down the top of my muzzle, "I suppose I should probably give you a chance to think things over since you seem to have difficulty with this. So for now, I'll leave you thinking about having pictures taken of multiple people pissing all over your lovely orange fur and the wonderful fragrant aroma you'll have afterwards."

"I really don't want to think about that right now," I said in disgust. It wasn't really something I looked forward to, but by the same token, it wasn't really something I'd stop.

"Yes you do," he said as he place a hand firmly against my chest, "Admit it, it gets your heart going and gives you a big hard on just thinking about squirming around, trying to get away from a stream of hot urine."

I groaned softly as his hand helped me realise just how hard my heart was pounding. "Check the other one?" I asked.

He turned away at the suggestion and resumed coldly facing away from me, "Next category."

"Please?" I begged, not really sure if I was begging for a pat or for this to stop.

"Next category," Preston insisted.

"But," I began.

"Next category," Preston interrupted.

"Please," I tried again.

"If you're not going to pick, then tell me what you view your role is," Preston scolded.

I sighed, feeling bad. "To follow your orders and to be used and treated according to your wishes."

"And?" he demanded, unsatisfied my response.

"And," I paused not sure what to say.

"You're not getting this, are you?" Preston decided.

"No, I'm not, can we please stop?" I pleaded and shook my handcuffs, "Lets just talk and cuddle."

Preston leaned back and slid into the bed next to me, "You're not really giving me the answers I'm looking for."

I rocked to the side to face away from him. "Hold me?" I suggested, "I just want to snuggle." He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me back against his chest. My body rocked back and rolled onto his outstretched arm, "I feel bad."

"You should," he scolded as he closed his arms around me. I groaned now feeling more uncomfortable than before. I pouted for a while and groaned in despair. "Do you know what you just did?" he asked making me feel like it was entirely my fault.

My head shook slowly as my mind filled with guilt, and disappointment. I swallowed hard, a painful lump slide down my throat and suddenly longed to be able control my arms again. My hopes for a fun night suddenly felt dashed.

The side of my face stung as a suddenly slap brought me back to life. "You're letting me play with your feelings," he said, suddenly speaking baby talk. I wanted to rub my cheek now and my arms were starting to burn. It was true, he was playing with my feelings and I suddenly felt stupid. It happened again. His belly shook against my back as he laughed and I couldn't help breaking into laughter myself. "It's cruel, it's cruel, I know," he said, "But well you'll feel confused and intrigued for a while."

"Are you going to do that again?" I asked. It felt strange, he was right about that. I was also feeling used and somewhat hurt by everything. Nothing seemed like his fault and I felt responsible for everything.

"We'll see," was his response, "We'll see. First I've got to know what you're interested in and how well that fits with what I'm interested in." He gave me a bit of a belly rub before continuing, "Which brings us back to the question of what you view your role as."

I turned my head and bumped my muzzle into his. "And what are you interested in?" I asked.

"Let's start with you," Preston insisted giving my nose a poke, "I'll give you some options to choose from. The first is a submissive pet. A pet would get lots of snuggles and be used for pleasure on the regular basis but won't see much heavy bondage."

"That sounds pretty good," I remarked.

"There's also a slave servant. A never ending list of duties would await you and the whip will com down hard when you fall behind, which will happen regularly," Preston explained, "You probably won't get much affection, but you'll see a lot of bondage and discipline."

"That sounds a bit too depressing for me," I shuddered.

"What about the young child who needs to be taught right from wrong. There'll be chores, discipline, and I'll probably be lecturing you regularly on stuff that's bellow standard," he said, speaking like he was scolding.

"I don't think I have the head for that," I admitted, now feeling inadequate.

"There's also the torture prisoner, which I think you already have a good idea of," Preston said, "I assume from your responses that you'd rather be the pet unless you happen to like you current situation more than you're letting on."

"'Well," I paused to think it over, "Well, I suppose that fits. Tell me about you no?"

His hands ran up my sides, "Well, let's see. I would like for some or probably most of the upkeep to be taken care of. If we're both going to be there, and you're not going to be working, I'd like you to be helping out in some way. Of course, if you want to pour your heart keeping everything excessively clean, I'll keep you on schedule but I won't force it on you unless you ask for it. I don't really see myself acting a protector. In fact, I see myself doing something quite the opposite, putting you in harm's way. I'd like to be appreciated though, I don't want to be a monster to hide from." He spoke with a great deal of confidence, and I was beginning to feel like I wouldn't be his first slave. "I don't really see myself doing a lot of yelling, but corrections are unavoidable," he continued, "Which reminds me, don't take it personally if I punish you for something. I don't really stay mad if you just take it gracefully." I nodded along as my cock twitched with thoughts of being punished. It actually sounded intriguing. Well, it was more the threat of being punished that got me going but of course there would need to be follow through for it to work.

"What's the weather station going to like? Am I going need a jacket there?" I asked curiously.

"Who said you'd even be allowed outside?" Preston snickered, "And where do you expect to get a jacket from?" I whimpered softly as he laughed at my suggestion. "It would hardly be worth sending a con if it were a tropical island," he explained.

I nodded with a slight disappointment, "So in other words, expect it to be inhospitable?" I asked.

"Expect it to be remote too. It's something that'll make getting you there easier. They'll trust the security of a place where you'll freeze or suffer heat stroke before you get anywhere. Don't expect it to be nice, and don't expect visitors," he warned me, "Personally I'm split between that and the jail, but having you would really help. You still want to go?"

I pouted, suddenly feeling mixed about it. "It still sounds a bit better than what I'm looking at. Rather that than," I trailed off.

"Than what?" Preston asked, "Your master has a right to know."

That last remark made me snicker a bit. Life with no secrets, no privacy. Here I was regularly search, questions were asked and everything had to be answered honestly. It didn't matter if it was about troops, weapons, lunch or gossip. Nothing was hidden. "I'm scared. I don't think I can face my own countrymen after what I've done. I'm afraid of seeing them, trying to explain and what they might do to me."

"And what makes you think what they'll do is worse than what I'll do to you?" Preston joked.

"You already asked me what I like," I said. My hips rocked against his again, "Can I play with myself now? My cock is really starting to hurt."

A warm hand slipped gracefully down my belly and onto my thigh, barely missing my crotch. "Of course, I never said I'd follow your wishes, did I?" he whispered in my ear. His hand rubbed back and forth on my inner thigh, "You're still clothed aren't you?"

My leg shook as he explored my clothed body. "This is fun too," I squealed. My muscles tensed at random as his hand circled around and gripped the bottom of my thigh. He was careful not to touch my rump, but came quite close as he curled his fingertips up between my legs to my inner thigh.

"Yes, it is," he agreed, "Feeling you squirm around unable to get off is starting to get to me too. Not to mention it's giving me ideas. Maybe I should keep you unable to get off on the long term."

Like thought of being pissed on, just knowing it was something I didn't want at first really got me going. My breath grew shallower and I could almost feel my own pulse coursing through my hard throbbing cock. I tensed my muscles and rocked back and forth trying hard to get my release. My legs wiggled back and forth, "But, but, but it feels so good."

He tilted my face towards his as he stated, "You're not entirely opposed to the idea, admit it."

I whimpered as his hands rubbed against my armpits. It seemed to sway my judgement as I responded, "I suppose. Though well milked is another nice option."

My cock jumped as he replied, "Nah, you don't really want that." Suddenly I wasn't really sure what I wanted besides to be toyed with. "These things always work a little differently in practice, but if you give me a month, I think I can get you hooked."

"I umm, am not saying no, but I suppose I'll reserve the right to," I confusingly stated.

His hands danced over my chest as he suggested, "I suppose I could also put you on a strict regiment of heavy cock and ball torture. Just imagine, your cock slowly expanding into a tight, constricting cock cage. The circles of pain pulling your mind away from your duties while your member swells in defiance of your pleas for relief."

"I don't think I can handle that," I objected.

"Will you admit that you aren't entirely opposed to the idea either?" he suggested as he gave my arm a powerful squeeze.

I whimpered no longer sure what I wanted or what I was feeling. "Don't hurt me," I pleaded before adding, "much." Confused, I followed up with, "At first." Then I shook my head, "What am I saying?"

I felt so confused as he laughed. "How about whatever I feel you're ready for?" he suggested, "Would you say I've been reading you rather well?" His arms closed around me once more as I nodded, feeling like I was indulging in some sort of guilty pleasure. "Well, you seem very interested in the idea. I'll go pitch it to the higher ups and you can sit here masturbating to thoughts of flopping around on the floor all bound and gagged unable to get away or object while people come up to you and give you a little shower. Everyone laughing as you struggle, grunting and groaning, helplessly trying to get away."

I closed my eyes tightly and my arms stiffened as I whined incoherently to myself. "You know, that's a very sweet sound too," he said as he slid out from under me. "Do enjoy yourself," he whispered in my ear as he freed my wrists from the bed, and left them to their original linked mobility.

With a grin, I nodded, "Yes master." It was going to be a fun night, even if I did have to spend it alone.