What Happens To Cubs Who Steal
By Musuko

FADE IN

EXT. OUTER SPACE

The starship Deepthrust cruises past, sailing the inky blackness, engines humming.

INT. DEEPTHRUST INTERROGATION ROOM.

Junior Ensign Teacup waits, strapped into restraint chair.
He is naked.

Admiral Brassboots enters. He carries a metal attache case.

BRASSBOOTS
Do you have anything to say before we begin
this interrogation?

TEACUP
I have nothing to say to you! You’re a monster!

BRASSBOOTS
We will see. You may be more willing to talk very
soon.

He places the attache case on a table and opens it, revealing a raygun-like device.
The device is studded with blinking lights.
A menacing prong protruding from the begins to vibrate and spin.
Sparks crackle at the tip.
He advances on Junior Ensign Teacup, brandishing the device.

BRASSBOOTS
You had such promise, little cub. But you failed to
	remember the number one rule; if you are going
	to break the rules, don’t get caught.

TEACUP
			Do your worst! You won’t make me talk!

The brave young cub turns his face away as Brassboots brings the device towards his exposed body, lowering it down between his parted legs, slowly moving it up towards hiesdfgnad

The door buzzer jolted my away from the keyboard. I quickly hit save and shut the laptop lid. On went my best smile.
	“Hello sir, how may I...”
	A cub. A young cub. A boy. Couldn’t possibly be older than thirteen. Standing in my sex toy emporium, surrounded by leather and chrome and slick smooth rubber. A red panda. Red fur tinged redder still under my LED lighting. His skinny body drowned inside a hoodie far too big for him and a pair of jeans that hung in a baggy tent to nearly obscure his bare paws. I bet he smelled of boy sweat and cheap deodorant. Maybe cigarettes. Maybe he was a bad boy. Oh how good it would feel to peel that thick, floppy fabric up away from his naked tummy and drag my tongue over his quivering belly button while he squealed and struggled...
	“...help you?”
	I must have surprised him, because he damn near leapt from his hide. I’m a big guy, sure, and I know I can be pretty imposing. The shop’s set up so I’ve got a dark little nook over in the corner, behind my counter and my laptop screen and the big granite minotaur cock (four foot long, display purposes only). You wouldn’t think you could hide a giant panda with beefy arms and a fat gut, but it turns out you can. And as a bonus, my white face and the black fur around my eyes makes me look like a scream mask when I loom out of the shadow. My clothes only helped. Black leather from neck downwards, classic style. Thick and shined like oil. Jacket, jeans, boots, gloves. It paid to look the part in this business.
	“I, uh. I need to get some supplies.” His voice kept cracking. He was trying to make it sound deeper and older, but it wasn’t working.
	I reached under my desk and touched The Button. Outside, the neon sign flicked from ‘OPEN’ to ‘CLOSED’ and the bolts slid and locked in the door. He won’t have heard it over the climax of a Tool song currently thumping out of the shop floor’s hidden speakers. I thumbed the dial to turn it down to silence. And in my shop, silence meant silence. You’d think you’d hear the passing traffic outside, or the beeping of the pedestrian crossing on the corner, but no. Not in my shop. The black painted chipboard panelling lining the walls behind the shelves and mannequins hid some very expensive soundproofing.
	“What kind of supplies do you need?” I stepped out from behind the desk. I made sure to step on the one bit of the floor that creaked. That was always good for making me seem imposing. He looked so nervous. I bet he was wondering if I knew he was underage. I bet one part of him thought he was getting away with it, while another part was calling him a fool and just knew that I saw right through him and probably just wanted his money, or worse. It happened so often that it practically followed a script.
	The only difference is that normally they were closer to eighteen than eight. I tried to stay calm. It was difficult. It wasn’t often a cub fell right into your lap!
	“Well,” he said. He glanced and then looked more closely at a set of heavy iron manacles hanging on the hook just to his side. “I don’t know really. I thought I’d kinda have a look around. Is that okay?”
	“Of course. Are you just looking for yourself? Or...?”
	He rubbed at his sleeve. “Well...”
	“Answer me, kid. Or I’ll call the police and get your parents brought down here.”
	His eyes shot open and he bolted for the door. He yanked at the handle, but it didn’t budge. The door didn’t even rattle. It was suddenly as impassable and solid as the wall. He spun to face me, back up against the metal.
	“I’m sorry! Don’t tell on me, please! Just let me go and I won’t come back.”
	I advanced on him. Three steps. He backed up into the corner beside the door. I held my paws up and smiled.
	“Calm down. I’m not going to get you in trouble. If...you answer the question.”
	“W-what question?”
	“Are you just looking for yourself, or for someone else too?”
	“J-just me. I mean, well, no. Me and...him. My friend. Well. My...” He actually blushed. “My boyfriend really.”
	This could be a problem. “And how old is your boyfriend?” It’d be just my luck some other pervert had snagged him before I could.
	“T-twelve. Same as me. Please don’t call the police!”
	I smiled. Oh wonderful glorious good fortune. I must have wanked off a dozen priests in my past life to deserve such an opportunity as this. I stepped back from him, easing out of his personal space.
	“Let me show you around the shop.”

It wasn’t long before he was chatting like a right little motormouth. I went through the motions of showing him the various toys. I kept well away from the restraints. That could come later. For now, it was good that he didn’t feel threatened. It allowed me to soak up all the little details he was so carelessly revealing. Dumb little cub.
	“So it’s not like we meant to steal that stuff or anything. But once that control thing was hooked up to Ethan we couldn’t exactly sneak it back there. So we figured we could try out the other stuff too. And, well, you know. It’s been so much fun! And we’ve kind of...”
	“Go on.”
	“Well, yeah, we’re boyfriends now. Kinda. It’s a bit weird isn’t it?”
	At that particular moment I was showing him the various anatomically correct attachments that came with a high-end male masturbator. “Not really. Do you see how this bit’s ribbed inside?”
	“But it is a bit weird, right? I mean...it’s like I can control him like a puppet. And he hates that, but he likes it too. And I like it. And I feel guilty. But wanna do it more anyway. And all the other stuff too. One minute I’m hurting him and making him cry, and the next I’m cuddling him and kissing it better!”
	“And if you turn this bit here, you see it starts to vibrate and wriggle right down in the end there.”
	“He’s been getting kinda bored though. I mean, I’m not. What’s to get bored of? But he says we’ve just got that one plug thing, and he knows you can get lots of different kinds, and he wants to try them. So...he said I should come here.”
	“Where is he now?”
	“He’s at my house. He’s too shy to come.”
	“But you have that control device.”
	“So?”
	“So...you can make him come whether he wants to or not, can’t you?”
	“Didn’t think of that.”
	“That way, he can try the toys out, rather than just get you to bring some back that he might not even like.”
	He thought on it for a moment. “If I go get him now, I can come right back and we can look at things? Like, in about twenty minutes? And you’re not gonna call the police?”
	“Course not. Just don’t tell anyone I let you in here and everything’s fine. I don’t mind breaking the law a little to help a friend out.”
	He smiled, elated. Such beautiful white teeth. Delicate little muzzle. I could already feel his breath in my imagination, the feel of it washing over my tongue as I forced it deep into his mouth, invading and unwelcome, that innocent little face defiled, his memories stained forever by the dark smear of the raping kiss.
	“Thanks for being so kind!”
	“What’s your name?”
	“I’m Adam!”
	“Pleased to meet you, Adam. I’m Jules. I’ll see you shortly. You and Ethan.”
	“Okay! I won’t be long!”
	“One second, before you go. Why don’t you bring the stuff you got from the warehouse? I can show you how to use them properly.”
	“Alright, thanks!”
	I touched the button, and the door opened for him when he pulled. A flash of daylight marked his exit, and he was gone. It was a gamble, I knew. He might not come back. But I had a strong feeling he would, and he would be bringing with him a bonus prize. Little Ethan, a chubby little whelp already showing a powerful submissive streak.
	I sat down at my desk. I could spare a few minutes before I needed to check over my equipment.

Junior Ensign Ethan waits, strapped into restraint chair.
He is naked.
He is a little whelp cub, only twelve years old, pudgy with baby fat, cute as a button and very, very scared.

Admiral Adam enters...

*     *     *

I wouldn’t admit to counting the minutes as they passed. He reappeared on my entry camera’s monitor after twenty-three minutes and thirty-eight seconds. He reached for the door, and I tapped the lock button so it swung freely when he pushed.
	I saw him turn and beckon. From off camera, another cub appeared. This would be sweet little Ethan, arms hugged around his middle. He had a rucksack on, stuffed full. He wore a hoodie that matched Adam’s, hood up, oversized for him. Very nice.
	I looked up from the screen to see them in the flesh. The door swung shut, and I slid my finger over the button to lock it as I stood. The nervous expression seemed to have fallen from Adam’s face and transferred to Ethan’s. I loomed from the shadow and stepped on the creaky spot and stood in front of them, gloved paws on hips.
	“This is Jules,” said Adam.
	“Nice to meet you, Ethan,” I said.
	“H-hello.”
	I snorted, laughing. My smile infected Adam, and then a small twitch of it made its way to Ethan’s face. My eyes wandered. Those tracksuit bottoms looked altogether too plumped up around the tush, even for a chubby cub. Ethan was definitely padded under there.
	I stepped to the side and gestured. “Feel free to take a look around. I’m feeling generous, so how about I let you have something on the house? Our little secret.”
	Adam stepped past, smiling. “Thanks! Follow me, baby boy!”
	Ethan made the cutest little whimpering noise, but fell into step behind his boyfriend. I caught a glimpse of the shiny band around his neck when he moved. Adam wasn’t kidding. I knew a CKC product when I saw it.
	The boys were hesitantly poking at some spools of rubber bondage tape. I moved to my counter and reached behind, lifting out two items that didn’t feature on my shelves. Two innocent-looking leather collars, absolutely ordinary in appearance, black leather with chromed studs all around, elegant and classic, closing and locking with a mechanism similar to a seat belt buckle rather than some messy arrangement of belt buckle and padlock. A small chromed circular dog tag hung from each one, and only a close inspection would notice the tags were nearly a centimeter thick, and that the ring connecting them to the collar was hinged rather than loosely linked, providing a constant connection. They also just so happened to be sized for small necks. I pocketed a third item, one that looked not altogether unlike your run of the mill garage door remote.
	“I’ve got something here I think you might like. Take a look.”
	“What are they? Collars?” Adam leant in closer to look at them. Ethan peered around his arm. I had their attention.
	“They look like regular collars, don’t they? But look at the tags here. See how thick they are? These aren’t regular collars.” I paused for dramatic effect. “They’re made by CKC.”
	“What’s CKC?” said Ethan.
	Adam nudged him. “The place we got the stuff from, remember?”
	“Oh, yeah.”
	“What I have here is the more advanced model of the control device you’re using. It’s in the bag there, right?”
	Adam nodded. “With all the other stuff, just like you said.”
	“Pass me the bag while you try these on.”
	We made the swap. I opened the bag and had a casual root around inside, nothing too lingering. I didn’t want to make them think I was robbing them. Adam kept an eye on me. It was easy enough to find the Compliance device, and easier still to touch the mute button and then tap in the disengage code, breaking Adam’s link to Ethan.
	“So how do these work? How come they’re better if you have to wear them? The other one you don’t have to wear at all.”
	“It’s easier if I just show you. Try them on.”
	Adam seemed dubious, and Ethan was watching him and taking all his cues as his own. For a moment, I thought this might go the wrong way. But then Adam reached into the neck of Ethan’s hoodie and pressed his fingers to the release touchpads on the CKC collar. It clicked open, and Adam pulled it out, dropping it into the open mouth of the bag.
	“Okay, so how do we do this? We just put them on like normal?”
	“That’s right. Just close them around your neck and click the buckle together. You too Ethan.”
	Curiosity is a wonderful thing. They both raised their little muzzles and slid the collars around their slender necks. Two clicks, and they were locked on.
	“Like this?”
	“Just like that. That’s perfect.”
	“So, how do they work?”
	I lifted the remote from my pocket. “Like this.”
	I pressed the button and they both fell to the floor, their paws clutching at the collars. Their screaming was so shrill and loud that my ears hurt. I eased off the button.
	“What the hell was that?!” Adam yelled. Ethan started sobbing, curled up on the floor. Adam started to get onto his feet.
	“Stay down, or I press it again.”
	Adam froze. “That really hurt!”
	“Of course it hurt. It was an electric shock, just like they use to train dogs, but much stronger, and all around your neck through those metal studs. Cool, isn’t it?”
	Adam raised a hesitant paw up to his neck. I could see his mind working away. “T-this isn’t a CKC thing.”
	“No. No it is not. But I wasn’t lying about them being control collars. It just isn’t you who’s in control.”
	Ethan’s bawling was getting louder, and Adam cuddled an arm around him.
	“W-what do you want?”
	I figured I liked Adam. He didn’t waste time. I moved back to my counter and pressed another button. A display case of floggers and paddles slid to the side on silent rails, revealing a doorway and a flight of steps heading downwards.
	“In you go. Move now, or you’ll get a shock.”
	And wouldn’t you know, they both moved.
	I turned out the lights in the shop and closed the display case behind me, following them down, my menacing bulk filling the thin passage and keeping them moving. Down twenty metres, into the gloom, passing bare brick and patchy concrete, to a small nub of corridor with three metal security-style doors, one either side and one central.
	“Through there,” I said, gesturing to the left-hand door. Adam shot me the most angry glare I’d ever seen on a cub’s face and went first, turning the handle and pulling, then pushing. Darkness beyond. He stepped through, brave little cub, Ethan clinging to his arm and following.
	I closed the door behind them, shutting them in total darkness. A tap to the switch on the door’s bezel locked it. I enjoyed a moment to mentally rest and take stock, before entering the middle door. Into my domain I stepped.

*     *     *

My throne sat in the centre of an octagonal room. On each wall bar the one housing the entry door, a large window gave me unobscured views of the seven rooms arranged around this one, whilst the mirrored surface on the other side prevented those in the rooms from looking in. Each room had doors leading into their neighbours, and under my control I could direct their occupants to move between them.
I sat, sinking into the plush leather. I could spin in my chair, facing whichever window I pleased. The touch screens set on angled arms protruding from the chair’s armrests allowed me to control everything. Cameras, doors, lights, temperature, everything. I could speak to the rooms, via the microphone that curved over the headrest to hover close to my muzzle. I could film everything, with cameras everywhere, at the windows and in the rooms, secreted into corners and hidden in props. And then, of course, there were the collars and the cubs who wore them.
	I controlled everything in my domain.
	Each room was lit, bar the one currently hosting my new cubs. I dialed my speakers to their room and listened to their shaky breathing and Ethan’s quiet sobbing.
	“Shield your eyes,” I said. My software turned my voice into a threatening rumble.
	I allowed them a moment, then brought up the lights.
	The room they occupied was little more than a holding cell. Trial and error had led me to my current tactics, and keeping the room empty of furnishings and padding the walls and floor with foam rubber kept my cubs unbruised and uninjured when they first stumbled into the dark. Adam and Ethan were cuddled into a corner, Adam embracing his boyfriend and shielding his eyes from the fluorescent glare from the ceiling. Ethan’s sobs grew louder.
	“Adam, please quieten him down. I have some things to tell you.”
	“He’s scared! Fuck you!”
	I chuckled. He curled up tight around Ethan. I stroked my fingers over the collar remote. I could so easily...but not yet. I needed them relatively alert and listening.
	“Pay attention. Both of you. I’m sure you understand your situation. I won’t keep you forever, and the more obedient you are, the quicker I’ll be finished with you. Look up. Adam, pay attention. Look up. Do you see the camera in the corner?”
	His angry eyes fixed on camera three. I would definitely be using that shot. The defiant captive, unbroken and unwilling.
	“Yes,” he hissed.
	“There are many like it in the rooms you will soon be visiting. They will record everything you do. And you will be doing a lot, following my instructions. Do you understand?”
	“Yes.”
	“And Ethan? Do you understand?”
	“He understands! You’re some sicko who kidnaps cubs and forces them to make porn!”
	“Clever boy. Don’t worry, just do as you’re told and this will go easier on you both.”
	I touched a button. The door dividing their room from the next slid open, science-fiction style.
	“You may both enter the next room.”
	I turned my chair to watch them as they stood up, Adam coaxing Ethan to rise, and moved in nervous, lingering steps to the next room, Ethan never lifting his face from Adam’s side, nor pulling free from Adam’s clutching arm.
	The second room was a classic dungeon setup, built for customers who tended to shy away from the more involved scenarios offered by the other rooms. This room could easily be mistaken for any spare room dungeon you might find hidden away in homes everywhere. I had made some effort with the decor, painting the walls black and lining the floor with rich red rubber matting. Chrome restraints and buckles shone from all quarters, leather gleamed, oiled and ready, and strong and solid oak formed the frames of the various restraint and torture devices arranged around the room.
	Most of it, of course, I sold upstairs. It was a shame I couldn’t capitalise on the advertising opportunity my videos could be. I had to keep a low profile, of course.
	The boys stood just inside the doorway, not even reacting when the door snicked shut behind them. Adam stared, slowly turning his head to take it all in. Ethan peeked with one eye.
	“Wow,” whispered Adam.
	“Like what you see?”
	Adam looked up at a camera. I could feel the heat of his blush through the image. “Fuck you!”
	That was a yes, then. I manipulated my controls, slightly dimming most of the lights, leaving a bright spot over a table at the opposite end of the room.
	“Adam, please go to the table and follow the instructions you find there. Ethan, stay where you are. Do as you are told and I won’t have to use the collars. Understand?”
	“Yes.” His voice dripped with venom. I felt goosebumps. He turned muzzle to muzzle with Ethan, clutching him close, whispering something. I couldn’t make it out, but I could amplify the recording later. Probably just reassurance. Ethan nodded, and they disentangled.
	On the table, Adam found the miniature earpiece, designed to fit snugly down inside the ear. A note on the table read ‘place this into your ear’. He glanced at a camera, brow knitted, then did just that.
	I switched audio channels. “Can you hear me, Adam? If you can, lift the note and turn it face down.”
	He did as instructed. Perfect. I had a private channel to Adam, and Ethan remained unaware.
	“Adam, return to Ethan and order him to strip naked. Be careful, however; if he learns that I am feeding you instructions, I will shock his collar. If he disobeys, I will shock his collar. Do it now.”
	I reclined in my chair and watched. The anger boiling in Adam’s face was perfect for the cameras. Their electronic eyes did not see me, nor could they know that Adam’s rage was directed at me. All they saw and recorded was a young cub storming over to a feeble, trembling whelp and barking an order at him.
	“Get naked.”
	Ethan flinched and hugged his arms tighter around himself. “W-what?”
	“Just do it!”
	The betrayal blossoming in Ethan’s expression was beautiful to witness. His shaky little paws peeled his clothes away. I wished I could be in the room. I could see the sweat sheen on his smooth skin, and I imagined how delicious he would be to lick clean...
	Ethan’s fingers hesitated at his waist, and he kept glancing up at Adam, who gestured for him to hurry up. The little whelp pulled the fabric down off the white plastic around his middle. He looked so painfully ashamed, standing there in what looked like two inch thick padding, sagging distinctly under the crotch. These two would look wonderful in my nursery room.
	Adam helped him with the tapes. Ethan’s fingers were shaking badly at this point. Yellow-stained cotton peeled away from his little cock, and his paws shot down to cover it even before the nappy fell down between his legs, landing with a soft thump.
	Now naked, and in that pose, he resembled a stout little copy of Botticelli’s Venus. I couldn’t help but chuckle, and wondered if I could allude to that in the DVD artwork.
	“Do you see the hoist? That’s the hook you can see above you and to the right. Look at it to show me you understand.”
	Adam’s gaze scanned the room, latching onto the hook.
	“Very good. Order Ethan over to it. There are a pair of cuffs on the wall next to the controls for the hoist. Cuff your boy, then hook his cuffs to the hoist, then use the controls to lift him up until his feet don’t touch the floor.”
	Adam turned to a camera, his mouth opening.
	“Don’t argue! Do it.”
	Adam’s lip trembled, and for a moment I feared he would surrender to the same tears that consumed Ethan. But then his anger returned, and my cameras drunk in the view.
	“Adam? W-what’s going on?”
	“Over there. Just be quiet and do what I say.”
	“A-adam!”
	“Be quiet!”
	The motor hummed, and the hook slowly ascended. The whelp cried out as his wrists rose up from in front of his muzzle, pulled over his head. He started to struggle as his heels rose up from the floor.
	“Adam stop!”
	Adam turned his face away. Oh wow, this was perfect. I knew he was wincing away from the cruelty he was being forced to inflict, but I knew my editing could make it look like disgust.
	“Tell him he disgusts you. Do it!”
	The words came out as a shaky whisper. “You disgust me, Ethan.”
	Ethan’s toes departed from the floor, and an anguished wail assaulted my microphones. Adam dropped the control box and stood fidgeting and impotent as the whelp dangled and struggled, pain scrunching up his little face. Such a lot of chubby cub hanging from such weak little arms. His shoulders and elbows must be in agony. The tears on his cheeks were money in my pocket.
	“Collect a whip. You will find one on the wall behind you.”
	Adam whirled to glare at a camera. “No! I won’t do it!”
	Damn it! I jammed my finger onto the remote. Ethan screamed and thrashed, his chubby legs kicking at empty air.
	“Stop it! You’ll kill him!”
	I kept my finger down. Seconds passed.
	“Alright! Alright!” Adam’s voice cracked, and he ran to the wall, his paws scrambling at the floggers and whips, knocking a few to the floor until he whirled back with one grasped in his fingers. It happened to be one of my favourites: a single strap flogger armed with a menacing two feet of inch-wide leather. It was a beautiful instrument of pain. “I’ve done it! Stop hurting him!”
	I let go of the button. Ethan slumped limp, shaking with body-wracking sobs. The sounds were beautiful, and all was not lost. I could shuffle things around in the edit, putting this towards the end perhaps.
	“A-adam...is he m-making you do it?”
	“Don’t you dare answer!”
	“Yes, he is! I’m so sorry Ethan!”
	I pinched my brow. Oh well. It didn’t matter, not really. I left the collars alone. More punishment would just waste time.
	“Move behind Ethan. No more talking now. Speak and I’ll shock you both until you pass out.”
	Adam’s rage bubbled back into his expression. He snarled, teeth showing. He glared at the mirrored window, shunning the cameras now, as he moved behind the hanging cub.
	“A-adam, what are you doing?”
	“Raise the whip.”
	“Please, no,” whispered Adam.
	“Whip him,” I breathed.
	He swung. I winced. He most definitely did not know his own strength. The leather slashed across the whelp’s naked, sweat-glistened back, and the cameras witnessed the instant swelling of an inch-wide welt from shoulder to rump, diagonally across his back. Silence, just for a split second, broken only by the sharp intake of the cub’s breath...
	Then the scream! Adam clutched his ears and recoiled. The whelp swung in feral struggle, piercing the air with his howl of pain. It went on and on. I counted a full minute before he hung limp once more, head down, tears and snot dripping from his muzzle, his feet spasming, mournful whimpers tumbling from his quaking lips.
	“Again.”
	Adam lifted his arm. His own eyes were wet with tears, and he squeezed them shut and turned away as he brought the flogger back down, half as hard as before.
	“Again.”
	“Again.”
	“Again!”

*     *     *

I had allowed Adam access to some soothing cream, and he had spent nearly an hour massaging it into the back of the fainted whelp. I left them unattended for a while, and by the time I had finished itemising their stolen toys and packing them up to deliver to my friend, Ethan had woken up and the pair of them were cuddled together in the corner of the room. It was a nice sight, but useless for the cameras.
	I switched to the room channel. “Adam, Ethan, please move through the door to your left.” I commanded the door to slide open.
	“F-fuck you!” came the response, in quiet defiance...from Ethan.
	“Shh, we should just do what he says,” Adam said.
	“But he made you hurt me.”
	I waited my finger on the remote.
	“He’ll hurt us more with the collars if we don’t do what he wants.” Adam lifted his head to glare at the glass. 
	“You should listen to your boyfriend, Ethan,” I said. “He’s correct. Move on through now, there’s a good cub.”
	They moved as before, Adam’s arms around Ethan. The young boy stumbled and cried, and Adam whispered soothing noises into his ear. The next room was...different. The door slid shut behind them, leaving them stood in the nursery.
	The change in expression on Ethan’s face was marked. Suddenly, the pain of his back seemed ignored. Adam too looked around with conflicted ambivalence. Everything here was pink and plush and soft, pink carpets, pink wallpaper patterned with happy cartoon squirrels, and beautiful white-painted furniture lay carefully arrayed under the gaze of my cameras. Changing table, crib, playpen, highchair, they were all here, and they all featured carefully hidden restraint hooks and straps. A chest of drawers stored the clothes and other things besides.
	Poor little Ethan was starting to squirm, and he turned to press against Adam’s hip to hide his crotch.
	I spoke into Adam’s ear. “Get Ethan ready for bed.”
	Adam nodded silently, still staring at the room. He tugged Ethan towards the changing table.
	“What are you doing?” said Ethan.
	“We’re, umm...”
	“Feel free to tell him.”
	“We’re getting you ready for bed.”
	“Is he making you do this?”
	“Yeah. But...it’s better than the other room at least.”
	Ethan nodded.
	Adam patted his paw onto the changing table mat. “Up you get.”
	“Lift him up.”
	Adam faced the glass. “I can’t. He’s too heavy.”
	“Do as you’re told!”
	Adam bristled, but his anger didn’t last while his eyes were back to Ethan. My cameras caught every nuance of his tender, conflicted face, sweet innocence and perversion mixed on his young face, pasted over the thick strata of his reluctance. He licked his upper lip. I shuddered. Such a little beauty.
	“Lift your arms,” he whispered. Up went Ethan’s chubby little arms, with a wince the movement induced. Adam crouched and hugged his arms around Ethan’s waist and hauled upwards, grunting with strain as Ethan’s feet left the floor. He struggled and staggered, and I nearly thought he would drop him. But with a final gasp and heft upwards, he pulled Ethan’s butt up over the edge and deposited him roughly onto the padding, on his back, with his tail awkwardly pushed out to one side.
	“Aaah! Adam, it hurts!” Ethan writhed in place, pawing at his welted back.
	“Hold him in place.”
	“Sorry Ethan,” Adam whispered, pressing his paws against the curve of Ethan’s tummy and laying him flat. Ethan’s eyes welled, and his arms fretted at his sides.
	“H-huuurts!”
	“I know it does. Let’s just get this over with.”
	“You know what to do. There are nappies on the shelf below.”
	I tapped at my screens, typing up a few ideas. “Ethan’s first padding. Watch as the unwilling whelp frets and resists his big brother’s attempts to baby him. Ethan wants to be a big boy and puts up a fight. But no need to fear, his brother is ready...”
	“Wait!” Adam froze, listening, glancing sidelong at the glass but not turning his head. His paw hovered over the stack of padding.
	“W-what’s happening, Adam?”
	“Restrain him. Use the cuffs in the drawers over there. Top drawer. And if Ethan speaks again, you’re to slap his face...hard...and tell him that babies don’t talk. Understand?”
	Adam growled under his breath and gave a tiny nod.
	“Off you go then.”
	Adam moved with his paws in fists. Ethan lifted his head to watch, nervous. Adam found the cuffs, made of supple leather lined with soft sheep’s wool, and scooped them out of the drawer, leaving it half open and returning to the whelp.
	“Lift your arm.”
	“W-what’s hap...”
	Adam’s flat palm smacked Ethan’s cheek with an intensity of force that made even me wince. “Shut up! Babies don’t talk!” An immediate look of guilt flashed in his face. He must be angry at me, but his outburst went the only direction it could, misdirected to his dear sweet boyfriend. Ethan’s face scrunched up, and he started to bawl, while Adam hurriedly grabbed his wrists in turn and clumsily buckled the cuffs in place starting then on his ankles.
	“He’s making you do this...it’s okay...I don’t bla...”
	“Hit him.”
	Adam’s paw slammed across Ethan’s other cheek. “I said be quiet!” And then, at a whisper. “Please Ethan, just stay quiet!”
	“Clip the cuffs to the corners.”
	Adam searched for the metal rings hidden down in the bezel around the edge of the padding. He pulled the ankles down first, locking those fleshy paws down and spread. He had to pull hard at Ethan’s wrists to get them to reach the other corners, and the poor whelp was soon bound spreadeagled and stretched hard enough to make his pudgy tummy concave and his breathing to transform into strained gasps.
	“You will find a chastity tube in the second drawer. Fetch it, and choose a buttplug from the third drawer. Choose a large one, or I’ll send you back for the largest. Lube too. There’s a tube in the drawer. Do this now, and while you do, say the following lines...”
	Adam spoke each sentence as I finished them. “Little cubs like you need reminding how helpless you are. So this is going on your little weewee, and this is going up your butt. And they’re gonna stay there until you’re a good little baby for your big br...your big brother.”
	Ethan responded wonderfully, trembling and confused. Certain words made him cringe and softly whine, and I made a note to cut to the closeup camera for those moments in the edit.
	“Good boy,” I said to Adam. “Get them on him. They’re a little more crude than the ones you were using at home, so do your best. Don’t stop if he screams.”
	Adam looked down at the fat plug in his paw. The thing was a beast, bigger even than the CKC one, and missing the near magical properties that made the CKC comfortable in even the tightest rear. Scream he most definitely would. I hovered my finger over the remote, expecting resistance.
	But Adam’s anger seemed to resurge. He crushed the tube of lube in his paw and slathered the plug with the slimy fluid, along with his paw and much of his arm. He lined the blunt rubber tip up with Ethan’s little tailhole, pushing aside his plump cheeks, and the little whelp barely had a moment to cry out before Adam’s arm tensed to grind the plug in.
	Ethan screamed wonderfully. As the plug twisted and pressed deeper, he started pleading, words tumbling over each-other. I pressed my finger onto the remote and Ethan’s screaming raised in pitch and lost all words and coherence. His body thrashed against the restraints, and poor Adam remained oblivious to my involvement in his distress, aware only that his sweet little boyfriend was screaming while he drove the mercilessly wide plug into his tiny little hole.
	The plug yanked free from Adam’s fingers as the tension of Ethan’s ring closed around the thinner neck, settling the plug in place inside him. I released the remote, and Ethan’s screaming collapsed into miserable crying. Adam stood, looking awkward and lost, lube dripping from his paw.
	“The chastity,” I prompted.
	Adam snatched the little metal contraption and, with a little more delicacy, detached the tube from the ring to thread Ethan’s cubbish little cock and balls through it. It took a while for him to get the tube on. Not because Ethan was well-endowed, far from it, nor because he was aroused; again, he was about as far from aroused as was possible. The tube was difficult to get on because the entire inner surface was lined with blunt spikes that guaranteed even the merest hint of arousal would be met with punishment. After five minutes of struggling, he had the two parts lined up, and the integrated lock clicked shut. The key, of course, was with me.
	“Turn on the plug.”
	“What?”
	I nearly shocked him, but I was impatient to enjoy myself. “Press the little switch on the base of the plug.”
	Adam did as told, and Ethan’s loud groan that sliced through his crying almost drowned out the rumbling of the motor now tormenting the cub’s insides. The whelp writhed in place for a while, looking wonderfully sensual. But before long, he started to tug at the cuffs, moans becoming hissing inhalations and urgent whimpers. The chastity tube had raised up slightly, a sure sign that his cock was swelling and meeting the affectionate touch of those spikes.
	“Put the nappy on him.”
	My nappies were a custom order, sized for cubs of my chosen age range, and made with padding that reached six inches thick between the legs, and swelled to double that when saturated. Adam appeared to marvel at the material until seeming to realise where he was. Pity for him. In other circumstances, he might be enjoying this.
	Under the squirming whelp’s fat tush it went, tugged in place by Adam’s nimble little paws. He struggled for a while getting Ethan’s thick tailbase nestled into the u-shaped groove at the back of the nappy and taping the retaining tape across the top. The front was easy. He pulled it up and over his plugged rear and chastised front, taping it snugly closed and leaving no outward sign of the torment that he, I, and the future audience knew existed beneath. I wished I could clothe the boy and take him out in public as he was now, to watch him squirm and whimper while I pushed him on the swings in the park amongst all the other innocent cubs and their oblivious parents. Ah well. We all have our sacrifices.
	“Unclip his cuffs. Put him to the floor. Say the following...”
	Adam nearly dropped Ethan to the floor, managing to get him down with a thud. “Big brother deserves a treat for being so good to you, don’t you think?”
	“Make him suck your cock.”
	Adam hesitated.
	“Do it, or I shock him and make you watch.”
	Adam bit his lip. His paw settled on Ethan’s head and I could see the downward push. Ethan wobbled and dropped to his knees. “Suck my cock, baby brother.”
	That was unscripted! I had to shuffle in my seat and, fuck it, I unzipped to enjoy myself while I watched.
	Ethan hesitated, but quicker than I expected he reached up for Adam’s crotch.
	“Make him use his mouth.”
	Adam swatted Ethan’s paws away. “Little babies don’t use their paws.”
	Ethan looked up, meeting his boyfriend’s gaze. It was a rather tender moment, and I would almost say they were forgetting their situation and my watching and controlling attention. He put his paws down at his side and started nosing and snuffling at Adam’s crotch, his lips finding their way to the zip, his teeth getting hold of the tab and pulling. The image of that adorable little cub kneeling, legs spread wide by the sheer bulk of nappy padding wrapped around his tush, with red welts criss-crossing his back, cuffs on his wrists and ankles, and his muzzle buried in the crotch of his dominantly posed ‘brother’...it would have to go on the DVD cover.
	“Encourage him,” I breathed, trying and failing to keep the pleasure out of my voice and out of Adam’s ear.
	“Good baby. That’s it...make your big brother feel good. Get his big grownup cock out and suck it!”
	The whelp’s tugs slowly brought the zip’s tag down, exposing an oval of fur. Adam was going commando. Delicious! Ethan’s nose pushed into the opening and it became difficult to see what he was doing. Adam closed his eyes and shuddered, and his stiff little cock slipped clear, with Ethan’s glistening tongue curved around it as the hook that fetched it out. The whelp knelt back, staring at it, whilst Adam stroked his paw over the back of his head.
	“Go on, baby boy,” he whispered. “You know you want to.”
	Ethan’s back twisted in a squirm, and he glanced up at one of the cameras.
	“Yeah, I know,” said Adam. “Just...try to forget about them, okay?”
	Ethan nodded. His attention settled back in front of him. His llips hovered so close for the longest time. I leaned forward in my seat, intent on seeing this moment and catching every detail.
	“Do it,” Adam whispered.
	Ethan exhaled, and Adam responded with a groan. Ethan licked his lips, then his mouth followed his breath, closing around the tip. The breathless noises from Adam combined with the distinctly muffled murmuring from Ethan as his wet lips slid down the shaft, lifting higher on his knees as he did, not stopping until he reached the base, his nose disappearing into the red fluff of Adam’s fur. Adam’s paws clutched the sides of Ethan’s head, and his back arched in a lovely curve. His heels lifted away from the floor, and Ethan’s murmurs became squeaky squeals as Adam ground deeper into his muzzle.
	“Good boy,” I whispered to Adam, my voice quaking. I didn’t care if he heard it. “Fuck his face. Fuck his face and make him cry.”
	He didn’t even hesitate. His grip tightened, his fingers pressing into the whelp’s skull. He hauled the boy’s head away from him until his lips only held the tip. Ethan’s eyes cast upwards with perfectly timed confusion, just as Adam slammed his head back and drilled his cock into Ethan’s throat. A muffled cry, and the distressed press of whelp paws against Adam’s hips.
	Again and again, it repeated. Adam rode awash with pleasure, while Ethan struggled with growing urgency, his feeble paws doing nothing except put on a show. Adam started to falter, stumbling, legs perhaps weakening under him. He pushed forwards, tipping Ethan down on his back. Adam pounced, ferally fierce, his cock slurping free until he knelt astride Ethan’s shoulders, his cock poised above Ethan’s terrified face. I so wished for the boy’s view, up at that bobbing hardon, framed by loose jeans and draped with the soft and heavy fabric of a hoodie, the best clothing for a cub, second only to naked fur. And then, above, the most orgasmic sight possible; Adam’s predatory grin, lustful evil on such a sweet, young face.
	I panted, wiping my paw clean, as Adam yanked Ethan’s head up and drove it down onto his cock. They rode in panting, squealing, gasping pleasure and torment while I drifted in warm cotton wool haze, missing the details, knowing I could enjoy them again later, again and again.
	The boys separated, Adam rolling off and collapsing on his back beside Ethan, his cock flopping against his thigh. Ethan lay still, panting, swallowing, wiping a dribble from his chin. Then, despite the assault, he scooted over to cuddle against Adam’s side, his thick nappy crinkling with the movement. Somewhere under there, the plug still buzzed, and the chastity still gripped and tortured. Adam wiped at his forehead. His headfur hung in wet strands over his eyes.
	“Licks,” I breathed into Adam’s ear.
	“Whuh?”
	I coughed. “Adam, strip down and make him lick you clean. All over.”
	Adam sighed. He nudged Ethan, then pushed him clear and sat up. His arms crossed his tummy and swung upwards, stripping his hoodie off and flinging it away. He lay back, then hefted his rear off the floor to peel his jeans down to his ankles, where he kicked them away. He rested his paws behind his head, glared at the glass.
	“Get to work, baby, lick me clean” he said, nodding down at his naked body.
	Ethan lifted his head, quizzically, then smiled ever so subtly. I hoped to share his view soon. Adam was...gorgeous. He had a slimmer, tauter body than Ethan’s soft curves, and the contrast was wonderful. It would feel so good to trace my tongue across his tummy, and feel the young muscles quiver under the fur. I felt myself tingling again viewing the curve of his forearm, and the way his underarms were so perfectly framed by the sinews at their flanks. I would keep this boy away from the weights at the gym, and away from the cakes, because this perfect shape, this proto-stud, halfway between the soft frailty of childhood and the hard strength of teenage maturity was perfect. I wished everything to be Ethan right then, as he rolled over to bring his muzzle in under Adam’s arm, extending his tongue and losing it deep into that sweaty boy fuzz, murmuring with all the enjoyment I wish I could have.
	I smiled. Well, I wouldn’t have to wait too long. I had the rope to make Adam mine. I stroked the collar remote. I had the control to get Ethan’s tongue under my arm.
	I had everything.

*     *     *

I stood at the glass, fogging it with my breath. My headset mic waited at my cheek. Adam moved about the nursery, checking drawers. Ethan sat perched up on the changing table, his thick nappy puffed out around his hips.
	“There’ll be one somewhere,” Adam said.
	“Hurry!”
	I watched, silent for now.
	“Aha!”
	Adam hurried back over to Ethan, triumphantly clutching a dummy. Ethan grabbed it and stuffed the teat into his mouth, practically mewling with happiness, then closing his eyes in bliss.
	Adam stood close, watching. “That CKC dummy really got you addicted, didn’t it?”
	“Mmmhmm.”
	“Feel better?”
	Ethan nodded.
	I turned on my mic, tuned in to Adam’s ear. “There is a bottle in the cabinet to your left, and a mini fridge of milk next to it. Feed him, put him to bed.”
	Adam seemed to deliberate for a while. His paw patted Ethan’s naked knee, and the cub responded by wiggling his paws.
	“Hungry?”
	Ethan nodded, not opening his eyes.
	“Okay, wait there.”
	Adam prepared a bottle of milk with thoughtless ease, suggesting to me that he made good use of the bottle and milk he had stolen from CKC. He even tested the temperature on his wrist. He must have picked that idea up from somewhere without really understanding it, because he hadn’t heated the milk. Ethan was in a stupor, and Adam nudged his side to stir him. The whelp saw the bottle and squealed through the dummy, a shy fidget taking over.
	“Arms up!”
	Ethan lifted them without fuss, and Adam hauled him down to the floor. It was a shame he couldn’t carry him, but he led him by the paw over to the crib, Ethan waddling like a toddler thanks to the thick padding on his chubby tush. Adam lowered the crib’s side, and Ethan climbed up and rolled onto his back on the mattress, crying out into the dummy.
	“I know your back hurts,” said Adam. “I’m sorry.”
	Ethan threw his arms open, the universal action that said “come hug me”.
	“Heh. Okay baby. Okay.”
	Adam climbed in and scooted up against Ethan’s side. He rose up into a half sit, while Ethan scooched down and cuddled in under his arm. It was an adorable sight that only got better when Ethan dropped the dummy from his mouth and opened his lips to accept the dribbling teat of the bottle, eagerly sucking right away, filling his tummy with sedative-laced milk.
	Off to the land of sleep he went, and Adam suspected nothing. The empty bottle lay at his side, and he cuddled for a while, until my voice tickled his ear.
	“Leave him sleeping and go through the opened door.” On cue, I slid open the door leading back to the dungeon room.
	Adam pulled Ethan closer to his chest. “I won’t leave him,” he whispered.
	“You will. But only temporarily. I’ll let you come back to him, I promise.”
	“Like your promises mean anything!”
	“Do as I tell you, or I’ll use the collar.”
	Adam growled under his breath, and very carefully unwrapped himself from Ethan and lay him down flat. He lingered, looking at him.
	“I’ll be back soon.” He glared at the glass, then padded to the door, glancing bath at the threshold. The moment he stepped through, I slid it shut and brought up the lights.
	“Do you see the rack in the centre of the room?”
	“That table thing?”
	“Yes. Lay on it, on your back. You’ll find shackles at each end. Put them on your ankles and wrists. They’re loose enough so you should have no problem, and they lock automatically when you close them.”
	“Why should I?”
	“Because I’ll use the collar if you don’t.”
	“So what? You’re just gonna torture me on that thing anyway, so what’s the difference between that and the collar shocking me?”
	“I’d use the collar on Ethan.”
“Don’t you dare!”
	“Get on the rack then.”
	And wouldn’t you know, he did.

Entering the rooms myself was always a calculated risk. Even restrained, there were ways for a cunning cub to get the upper paw. But it was almost always a risk worth taking. I kept the room dark apart from a single spotlight illuminating him. He looked so photogenic bound like that in the contrast of light and shadow, but the cameras were switched off now.
	He lifted his head to look my way when the door opened. I could see him, and I doubted he could see me. I flexed my gloved fingers as I approached.
	“You did well today, Adam. Very well. I could even imagine it wasn’t your first time doing this.”
	“Fuck you. You know I played with Ethan before. I told you that.”
	“Even so. Today was different, wasn’t it.”
	I stood over him, catching enough of the light to reveal myself, the same bulky panda clothed in leather that he saw in the shop, but now my smile had confidence and strength that it never could have up there, outside of these rooms, outside of my domain. I closed my fingers around the smooth wooden handle that turned the rack’s drum. He craned his head back to see, then quickly looked away, eyes clenching shut.
	“Nothing to say to that?” I said.
	Stubborn silence.
	“No questions? Nothing at all?”
	He growled. It was pretty cute. “My parents get home tomorrow. They’re gonna find me missing and come looking. And when Ethan doesn’t get home in the morning, his will come looking for him too!”
	“Not here they won’t. Trust me, you’re somewhere where nobody will ever find you.”
	“They will!”
	Well, I admired his optimism. I let him have the last word. My response could be communicated far more clearly with a turn of the drum. I gripped the handle and pulled, turning the drum and tightening the chains and filling the room with the iron rattle of the rachet. Adam hissed in a sharp breath, then spread and flexed all his fingers and toes. I couldn’t possibly imagine exactly how it must have felt to have his whole body pulled tense to the edge of comfort. It wasn’t something I had ever wanted to try for myself.
	I did, however, hear a lot of first-hand reports, and Adam was about to add his own to my memories.
	I gripped again and turned, straining just a little more as the cuffs dug into his wrists and ankles to mercilessly pull against the resistance of his joints. He started to pant, pressing his head in against his bicep. His tummy quivered, deliciously concave, and his thigh muscles defined themselves, framing his pink little cock and fluffy cub-sized balls ever so perfectly. Finally, his resolve broke, and he started to gasp out plaintive little noises that mingled with words.
	“S-stop...I give in...stop...I’ll do what you want, please!”
	I gripped the handle with both paws and pushed. Click, the rachet caught on the next notch. Another inch pulled. He thudded the back of his head against the wood and screamed. There it was, the point where gut-churning discomfort becomes the fire of pain. This was when the mortal dread sunk in, when the mind began to scream and panic, fearing the rip of sinew and the tearing of flesh.
	Click. One more notch. One more inch. His screaming became an unearthly howl, and his whole body vibrated with the strength of his struggles, reduced to such tiny, ineffectual movements by the unbearable strain gripping his body. I touched an affectionate finger to his tummy. He couldn’t even shy away from it. His eyes opened, unfocused and weeping.
	“H-hurts...”
	“I know it does.”
	“P-please stop...can’t breathe...”
	“Soon enough. For now, I would like your attention.”
	His eyes closed again. He lay his head back, and his trembling stopped. For a fearful moment I thought he had passed out or worse. I touched my fingers to his neck, then slapped his cheek. He groaned and opened his eyes again.
	“I know it hurts. But that’s no excuse for that. Now, are you listening.”
	“Yes...”
	“Good. Tomorrow morning, I am taking you through into a new room, where you’ll be expected to perform a role. It’s a little more involved and specific compared to what you’ve been doing today, but I think you’re up to the challenge. And I think you’ll be obedient. In fact, I know you will be.”
	I dropped a sheath of papers onto his tummy. He wheezed and rolled his head to the side.
	“We’re going to read this together, and you’re going to memorise the lines. When you can recite them back to me without mistakes, I’ll let you off the rack. Sound fair?”
	“N-no...”
	“That’s the right answer. Now, shall we begin?”

*     *     *

Admiral Adam looked resplendent in his uniform. It wasn’t quite a tailored fit, but it was close enough to flatter his lean young body. Brass buttons shone on his lapel, and the black fabric was clean and picked free of even the most minute speck of fluff. The insignia on his collar and on his shoulder gleamed silver and pearl, and the menacing eye of the Stellar Corps peered ever watchful from the shield on his chest.
	Junior Ensign Ethan trembled at the sight of him. Something about the Admiral’s appearance unnerved him deeply. It was as if he had never seen that uniform before, or perhaps it was the sadist’s grin so convincingly radiating from the admiral’s face. The ensign opened his mouth as if to speak, but cried out instead and shook in his restraints. Unseen, a watcher lifted his finger away from an innocent-looking remote control.
	Admiral Adam approached the trembling, naked and most securely-bound little boy. He walked slowly, with a hint of a limp. A war wound, perhaps. He stood legs apart, paws on hips, one wielding a crop, the other an unknown device, shaped like a ray gun, but with rather ominous prongs extending from its nose.
	“Do you have anything to say,” he said, voice strong and authoritative, but with a slight rasp, the sign of a sore, overworked throat, “before we begin this interrogation?”
	The cameras watched. The microphones listened. A satisfied panda leaned back in his chair...and enjoyed.