Product Testing
"wakey wakey"
The bunny woke in an instant to the voice of the man who was in his room before. It seemed that he had fallen asleep in his bath, as he was mostly clean already; the only major change to the water is that it is now ice cold instead of pleasantly warm. "It's time to get out," said the man, wearing a dark suite and holding a fluffy white towel, similar to the rabbit's fur when dry. At his command, the bunny rose out of the water and stepped onto the white tile floor beside the tub, which, as he expected, retreated into the floor and away from sight. He felt tired and heavy; he could barely stand from the weight of his wet fur, distracted by the shivering cold. His ears lay flat behind him and he clutched his arms, trembling.
The man smiled at this sight, it warmed his cold, sadistic heart to see such a helpless creature before him, cold, confused, weak. His mind was racing, thinking of the further humiliations and pain he'd put his new toy through, so much he completely forgot what he was doing.
"S-sir?" Said the shivering bunny, still naked and dripping, only wearing his collar, the same outfit he woke in. "Would you hand me that towel?" His voice was now high and soft, a high tenor or low alto in singing terms, and he probably could sing too, the harsh tones he had before now were completely reversed.
The man shook his head, "Oh, right," and wrapped the towel around his bunny, rubbing roughly all over his delicate form. The bunny closed his eyes tight as the man showed no discretion or gentleness until his pet was damp and poofy.
"Sir? I think you mentioned earlier that I was sick?"
The man nodded, dropping the towel. "That's right. Why, do you feel unwell?"
"No it's just..." The timid creature looked away "I can't remember anything, not even my own name." He started to sniffle and wipe his eyes. The man reached out to pet him, but at his touch the rabbit clung to him, burying his face into his chest and crying. The man pets his back softly, knowing that he has to build his trust up, especially at this early stage.
"Oh, I was afraid of that. I'm your trainer; you can call me Master, or sir. And you are a pet for sale here. Or, you will be once your training is done." The rabbit nodded, though he still looked unsure. "You're so lucky. You get food and care and all you need to do is be cute and obedient. There are a lot of people who would love to be where you are now."
"R-really?" The tears were starting to stop as the rabbit thought about what he was told and nods gently.
The trainer nodded in agreement, looking over his pet. "You were made for this you know," said he, smiling as he was the only one in the room who knew how true those words were. "In fact, you're nearly ready to go home to a loving family now."
The poor former man, his mind twisted by the transformation, loved the thought of that. His face lit up with a broad smile. "Do you really mean that Master?"
His master chuckled, rubbing between his pet's ears. "I certainly do. But, unfortunately policy says you need to have at least a week of training." Those ears immediately drooped at the thought of a week before he can get adopted. "Now, now, don't be sad. Training can be fun, if you remember the rules."
The bunny looked up at his master with a confused look. "But, what are the rules, Master?"
The trainer chuckled "Oh, yes, your mind's a blank slate, right now. The rules are; you do anything I, or anyone who wears this patch says." He indicates his O-co logo stitched onto his coat. "You do anything any person tells you, except it goes against something one of us tells you, or that thing is to leave the building. I can't stress that enough, never leave the building unless told to by one of us who wears the patch. Oh, yes, and no pleasuring yourself, you naughty little bunny. You will never question an order, and never show aggression to your masters. You get all that?"
The pet nodded, going over the list in his head. "Yeah, yeah, I think I can remember all that. ...Master." His trainer rewarded him with a pet and reached into his pocket, pulling out two silver rings.
"You'll do more than train this week, Bunny. We need you to test things for us too, to make sure we have them working right. Now hold still." A cold hand reached down to Bunny's groin, messaging the area until his shaft presents itself. Bunny did flinch at the contact, but he was told to hold still, and the urge to obey was too strong to ignore. The trainer pulled his hand from the shaft and sliped one of the rings onto it, the cold metal slid all the way to the base, sending a shiver down the bunny's spine, and then a gasp from his mouth as his balls were roughly grabbed and tugged down, the second fitting up at the top of his sack, tightening around it so that it remained pulled tight.
The bunny whimpered softly as the man pulls away, producing a remote from his pocket, on which he hits a button, making the ring around the shaft tighten also. "Now, you just keep those on you, we'll monitor you to see how it's working." And with that, the man exited through the lifting door, not even slowing when the bunny tried to speak.
"Wait, Mast-oh." He stared down at his new adornment for a moment, then noticed that his shaft suddenly became very hard, barely moving at his experimental poke. Behind monitors, the trainer laughs, holding the remote, pressing the switch next to the label "climax inhibitor." The firmness dial was turned to max, and he was ready to have some fun.
The trainer locked the door to the surveillance room and turns another dial up to it's max setting. And in the pet's room, he blushes bright red as the tip of his firm, pink member starts to drip pre at an alarming rate, sliding down the length, making his slick prick glisten in the fluorescent lights as his trainer unzips his pants and frees his own arousal, watching the monitors as he turns up the dial labeled "pleasure magnifier", and "lust" up to their max settings, making the bunny's eyes bulge and ball into fists, trying his hardest to resist pawing.
Sitting on the side of his bed, he clenches the sheets as his shaft finally stops dripping. Only a few more seconds pass until his velvet paw grasps his own member, sending such a wave of pleasure through him, he moans out seductively, letting his tongue flop out like a slut, hungry for seed. The pose he makes all too naturally now that he's been altered. But, just as he begins to stroke, a simple press of a button forces the cock out of his hand and no matter which way he tried, the rod would just run from his paw, like there was an invisible wall around it, he could push it up against his leg or another paw, but never make contact.
The man chuckled at the bunny's frustration and painful need as he rubbed his own shaft, the remote in his other hand. Without stopping his pumping, he speaks into a mic, so that his voice comes out into the room "I said no being a naughty bunny. Bad bunny" said he with glee as he delivers a strong shock to the bunny, making him cry out in pain. The sounds of this creatures pain and frustration finished the man quickly, he pumps faster, letting his own cum spray onto the ground as the poor bunny lays in his bed with the blanket over him tight to keep himself from touching until he finally falls asleep there, clutching the blanket to him tightly
The next morning, he woke to find he was still painfully erect, but was no longer so feverishly lustful. An hour later, he was actually relieved to see his trainer as there was nothing at all to entertain himself in that room at all.
"Hello, little fella." He said, condescendingly. "ready for your first lesson?" He grinned at the bunny's eager nodding. "Good. Now, let me...level with you. As you may have noticed from your test last night, this place sells, well...sex toys. And you are no exception."
The bunny blushed deeply and looked down. "So I'm actually..."
"A sex toy, yes. But it seems like you're a smart one. Anyway, this means that when your loving new mommy or daddy comes to buy you, you'll probably be used for that. Day one, pleasuring a man" The trainer grinned widely as he undoes his pants, letting out his still placid cock through the fly of his slacks. "Now, show me what you already know." The trainer said, grinning as he slips the remote from his pocket. He knew that this wasn't really training, but more like product testing, as all the knowledge for these acts had already been rooted deep into the toy's mind.
The toy, though still taking in the news, could not disobey, kneeling in front of his trainer who quickly sets the rings to deliver pleasure to the wearer for pleasuring others. The bunny takes the shaft in his paws and rubs it gently up the length, smiling as it starts to grow, and holds the base so he can lick up the underside, moaning as he does. The rings locked tightly around the bunny's cock and balls worked perfectly, sending such sweet sensations to the pet that he was immediately hooked. No longer was this an order to be followed, but his own desires guiding him.
His instincts and desires guided his tongue over the full length and the tip, then guided his mouth open and head down, over the dripping rod. The trainer put a firm hand on the back of his toys head, running his fingers through his hair and guiding his movements. He kept moaning in such sweet joy, sending vibrations through the rod as he licked so skillfully over his master's cock. So completely absorbed in his work he was not at all prepared for his master's hold on his head to push him down the rod, the head resting in his toy's throat as it emptied it's load, sending sensations through the bunny's rings that would cause him to do the same. But of course, he couldn't, due to those same rings that brought him such pleasure, keeping it bottled up inside him.
With a chuckle the trainer lifted his pet's head off of his slowly softening shaft and stood, redoing his pants as the bunny stares up pleadingly. "Oh, don't be like that. You'll get to cum once you get bought." With that, he exited, leaving his toy alone and in need, as usual.
That erection never did calm down, remaining as hard as steel through dinner and sleep. He woke with it the next morning, though he was glad to note that he was much less horny. It still tugged at the back of his mind though, the need never fully quieted in his body, but he knew better than to try to release himself, he was sure that his master was watching and he didn't want another shock.
The week progressed much like this, the bunny and other products getting tested. He was egged on by promises of a loving home and sexual release as he was trained to be docile, obedient, and lusty. He was trained to pleasure men and women, how to speak, and walk like a pet should. He was taught how to be anything anyone would want him to be, from a maid, to a porn star.
On his graduation day, his trainer hugged his still delicate form and bathed him, making his coat soft, shiny, and smelling of lavender. His ear was pierced with a security tag, like what you might find on expensive clothes before being led, finally, out of his cell into the store floor. It was so bright and beautiful to him, so many colors and shapes to explore. A tug on his collar brought him back to reality. He was taken on a tour of the huge store, shown where every toy and piece of lingerie was kept before opening.
As the door opened, he was left alone, without the only other person he had known to help him. His shaft was still erect, though he felt no arousal. He didn't know, but his sensitivity in that area had been increased drastically, thanks to the rings, whose remote was now stored behind the front desk with a number matching the one written on his alarm tag.
It was only half an hour before he was approached by a costomer, a tall man, in a casual suit one might wear to such a mundane job as a librarian. "Hey there, cutie, you new?" The man grinned, feeling the bunny's fur, caressing his shoulder. "Oh, yeah, you're a good one." As uncomfortable as the rabbit was, he was mentally incapable of moving, since it was so clearly against the man's wishes.
"Come on." He said, reaching down and griping the toy's shaft, making him moan and let his tongue out. The man led him to the front desk where a young woman of 22 sat.
"How can I help you, Sir? Would you like to buy that, or just a room?"
He reaches into a wallet and hands her fifty dollars. "Just the room, please."
She takes the money, but doesn't yet complete the transaction. "For just twenty-five dollars more, you can rent our deluxe room, comes equipped with a closet of costumes, lingerie and toys."
The man quickly paid her the extra twenty-five, and was rewarded with a key and the remote so familiar to the pet, he realized now that he was going to be used in that room that they were talking about. The trainer never said anything about this, but he did say that he had to do what he was told. He is just a toy, after all.