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Damien walked into the local bar, slipping onto a seat before ordering something from the bartender. The badger sighed as he rubbed his head, looking over some job adverts. He had been down on his luck for three weeks now, he had just recently graduated from college, and when he had entered his new job the corporation had gone under almost as soon as he entered and he had already quit from his part time job that had supported him through college.

When he had tried to reapply to the work, they had turned him away as they had already filled up the slot, they had suggested heading over to another division but there was no way for him to work there as it was well over an hours drive, and he didn't have the gas money in the first place. Damien groaned, one of the adverts was "private work for a powerful man". He knew that it meant prostitution, and he wasn't interested in other males in the first place.

"Here you go buddy." The bartender said as he set a small shot glass in front of the badger, Damien nodded to him as he picked up the glass and took a sip. As the spirit slipped down his throat, he poured over the paper in any attempt to find a good job for him. He used a pen to mark a few off right off the bat, a few of the ads had specific requirements on them. Some gender specific, some species specific, a lot of them required some sort of prostitution.

In Vering city, it wasn't frowned upon in the least, the city itself wasn't that strict on the rules of the police. Corporations owned the lives of many of the inhabitants, some literally. A year prior, there had been a mass conversion at the county prison, the corporations had decided to put the criminals to good use. Using special helmets, the prisoners had been put into complete and utter subservience, their personalities being rewritten into those of obedient cops.

Even then, when the corporations apparently clamored for a civil and controlled city, it was obvious that none of the executives gave a damn about the citizens of the city. It was about themselves, protection from those who now protected them.

Damien sniffed as he finished off the alcohol, he was tired of all of the bullshit that the corporation heads pulled. And what was worse was that as of late, some of the technology that had been used to brainwash the prisoners, was now apparently being used by crooks to make many different people into their personal puppets, thugs, and whores.

"Heya cutie, wanna come home with a real man?" A leather clad boar asked as he sat down next to Damien, it was obvious that the male would likely submit him to horrible sexual activities.

"No thanks, but I don't think real men wear leather chaps." Damien said as he looked back down at his book, the boar grunted in anger, smashed his fist down on the bar counter causing the drinks along it to rattle. The boar was going to say something, but another passing by fur perked his interest and he was up and gone, Damien sighed in relief as the conflict passed by.

Glancing over the advertisements, Damien's eye drifted to one in the corner. "Strong man wanted for work, pay negotiable." Damien hung on it for a while, he glanced down at his moderate gut. "Hm... well if I work out a little..." He contemplated, tensing his muscles. "Yeah... I think this job is perfect.

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Damien bought a membership at a local gym after calling in for an interview, he had a week to get in shape. He went early in the morning every day, he hated driving so early, especially with the cops patrolling around the streets, but he knew he had to get there early if he wanted to avoid the rich.

Around the city it was known that the gyms after twelve were inhabited with the rich, any poor folk were fair game for the rich. Often times, men and women who walked in, walked out in cop gear or less often walked out as their prostitutes.

Walking in, Damien nodded to the women at the desk and walked into the back. He put his bag into a locker and walked into the weight room, he started off lifting small weights as a light exercise. From there he moved to a bar where he did some chin-ups, Damien hadn't participated in much exercise after high school besides the odd game of football, so the motions were hard to get back into.

As he worked out, time flew by, Damien's eyes always found the clock at some time though as he knew better than to let the exercise sap away his time. At eleven thirty, the sweaty badger walked into the locker room to take a quick shower, as the man climbed into the stall he sighed softly as he let the hot water run over his body. From outside, he heard voices enter the room, Damien's whole body froze.

"Shit! They aren't supposed to be here yet." Damien hissed as he quickly threw the switch to turn off the water, the voices grew in intensity as they passed by his stall and climbed into stalls right next to his own. The badger could hear them conversing about the poor folk throughout the city, how they degraded the quality of "real people".

Slipping out carefully, Damien quickly walked to his locker and pulled his clothing out. Taking care not to make any noises, he had a close call as his cell phone dropped out of his pocket. But thankfully it landed on his towel, dampening the noise. The badger was out before he could be caught, a police officer waiting outside the door looked him over as he walked out. Damien felt uncomfortable, but he knew that he had done nothing wrong.

As Damien left, he sighed in relief as he clambered into the car. "This job had damn well better be worth it."

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Through the rest of the week, Damien left early so he didn't cross the path of any of the rich folk. There was far too much on the line for him to caught by the snooty crowd, as he worked out, Damien fell into a pleasant rhythm. Soon the day of his interview came up, Damien got dressed in a new suit he had bought the day prior so as to fit his new slimmed down figure.

He knew he hadn't lost a whole lot of weight in just a week, but it was a sizable difference from where he had been in that bar. Damien drove through some suburbs until he found the house of the interviewer, pulling up in front of the house he judged it pretty averagely.

Walking up to the door, Damien puffed out his chest a bit as he knocked. There were a few sounds from inside as the inhabitant walked to the door, the door opened to reveal a muscular bear. "Ah, you must be Damien." The bear said pleasently as he held out his paw for a handshake, Damien smiled and shook the bear's hand. "My name is Jasper, I'm so glad that you were able to make it."

"It's no problem, thank you for holding this interview." Damien said as he was let into the bear's house, they wandered into a living room where there was a plush chair.

"I'm more than happy to, why don't you take a seat while I grab something to drink?" Jasper offered, Damien nodded and sat down as his host left. Damien looked over the room, he noted that the room had a lack of much decoration on the walls. He glanced it over twice but found nothing much that marked the room besides the seat that he was in that moment.

Thinking about it, Damien realized that it was rather odd that such a muscled bear needed another man. A cold chill traveled up the badger's spine, "I wonder... could he be..." Damien frowned, it was an ominous feeling that caused him to hold his tongue as Jasper walked back in.

The bear smiled as he held out a cup of coffee, which Damien took absentmindedly as he thought over his feeling. "Well Damien, from what I can see now, you're perfect for what I need." Jasper said kindly.

Damien looked at the bear seriously, "What is it that you need me for Jasper? I have to know."

Jasper sighed and held his hands up in surrender, "Alright, you caught me." He paused for a second, "I need a model for a magazine that I work for. I knew you were going to ask, and I understand if you don't want to do the job."

There was a few moments of silence as Damien soaked in it, "Just... a modeling job?" Jasper nodded, "Well, that's actually fine with me. I thought that it was something..."

"Dirtier?" Jasper asked in a cheerful voice, Damien nodded in embarrassment. The bear laughed, "I get that a lot, don't you worry. It's just a small modeling job, I'll pay you five thousand up front and ten thousand when you finish. Does that sound fair?"

The badger gawked, "T... that much for a modeling job?!"

Jasper chuckled, "Yeah, does it sound fair to you?" Damien gulped heavily as he nodded, "Perfect! Well when you finish up your coffee, you can head over into that room over there. Get dressed, and then I'll meet you in here to do your first photo shoot."

Damien was still awestruck as he finished his coffee and wandered over into the bathroom as Jasper walked upstairs to get his camera, the bear had explained to him how he had rented the house for a day as to not intimidate the badger. Walking into the bathroom, the only thing Damien saw was a simple red thong, the badger blushed but knew better than to reject it. Quickly disposing of his clothes, Damien slipped the thong over his meat. The badger groped himself for a moment, "Huh... feels... weird." Having never wore one before, he couldn't quite feel comfortable in it.

Giving himself a once over in the mirror, Damien turned sideways to look at the slight pudge still on him. "I still have a lot to work off..." He muttered just before walking out, Jasper was in front of the couch holding a black camera in hand.

"Alright Damien, I just need you to lay down on the couch and face me." Jasper instructed, as the badger laid down the bear guided him to get into the perfect position. After a few shifts here and there, the bear pointed his camera at the badger.

"Alright, just look right at the camera Damien." The badger obliged, the first flash went off and Damien felt his cock go rigid in the thong. Damien blinked a few times in confusion, starting to lose his pose as he looked down to see his thong tenting a bit. "Don't worry Damien, it's a slight side effect of the camera. Just get back into position."

A bit self conscious now, Damien posed once more, sliding his face back into a smile but still blushing. Once more the flash went off, his cock grew hard and pushed the thong out even more so, Damien's nipples got hard as well. The badger looked over the bear, feeling odd as he started to admire how manly the bear really was.

Now the posing started to feel natural, he started to strike lewd poses as the flashes continued to go off, the badger's irises grew smaller with each flash as his past drizzled away. Jasper himself started to strip off his clothing as he continued to snap away, little did the badger know that the camera wasn't a camera whatsoever, instead it was a hypnosis device that the bear himself had devised. He had made many men into horny gay slaves, with every picture their pasts and personalities were subverted in exchange for muscled gay slaves.

Damien started to pant as pre leaked from his cock, staining his thong. By now his life prior was gone, his orientation changed, the badger felt a need to get more muscles for master, and an intense urge to whore himself out. The flash went off again, an orgasm was approaching, his hands gripping at the thong as the intense need to get fucked grew.

Another flash, Damien was gone, now he was B-01, a slave to master. He felt his hands pulling his thong down to reveal his throbbing dick. Jasper himself was completely naked, he motioned for B-01 to turn, the badger did so without a mutter. A permanent horny smile was on his face now, he felt master wrapping his muscular hands around his waist. Then he felt meat shoved between his butt cheeks, the badger screamed in ecstasy as his master fucked him.

It didn't take long for the already pent up badger to orgasm, the spunk hitting him in the face, the badger licked the cum off of his face happily. Jasper took far longer, growling and moaning as he fucked the new slave, the badger's muscles clenched around the cock as he took it in stride until the bear came inside the badger's ass.

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Jasper invited the rich men into his store, leading them through some halls, "Thank you all so much for coming. I know that you are all very important men, but my merchandise is more than enough to satisfy your needs I'm sure." He led them into a large atrium which was full of men in thongs in a multitude of lewd positions.

"Each of these slaves have been trained, they have all been taught a multitude of kinks depending on your fancy. They are kept on a strict muscle building regiment, they are all constantly aroused even after an orgasm." Jasper explained as he groped some of the slaves who moaned at the touch, but didn't move an inch. "Here's my pride and joy." The bear said as they drew up to a muscled badger, "B-01 here was one of my first slaves, and my most successful. He has the magic touch when it comes to sex, and I won't budge on anything lower than fifteen thousand for him."

The rich men looked at one another before starting the auction, B-01 sold for ninety-three thousand dollars, and Jasper gave him a quick peck before the badger was off with his new master, completely unaware that at one point he had been a free thinking man.