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Its 5:25 am at the time of me writing and posting this, sorry if there's any typos or spelling errors in there. D:<

It was happening once more, another raping. That wasn't what startled the young equine as he was being tied up and gagged. He was raped after every battle his master put him through. However, depending upon how the battle went down, his master either made it enjoyable for him, or horrible as a way of punishment for humiliating him. This particular time, it was punishment, and while his master was readying the preparations, he kept replaying the events in his mind of what was to come. The rough, merciless fucking, the beatings on his ass and back, the slew of dirty names some merely insults, and others slurs against this race or sexuality. And he knew that his master would not stop until he was so exhausted and in pain, he couldn't bring himself to even drag himself across the floor. He would be punished until other slaves had to actually drag him off to his cell as further punishment and humiliation. This occured every time he lost a fight that his master bet money on. It was how he vented his anger, by indulging in his sadist fantasies.

His master was a dragon, not a terribly high ranking one, but a member in good standing with the empire. He was a magician and because his little slave also had magical talent, he had become something of his apprentice at best, and test subject at worst. His master had begun to instruct him in the use of magic and sent him into arena matches to compete against other slaves who had similar magical potential. If he won the match, it reflected a good reputation upon his master's own talents both as a magician and as an instructor. If he lost a match, it reflected poorly to compensate.

The slave was a young pony stallion by the name of Geyn. He had been born and raised into slavery, not captured like so many other furries who lived on the border of the empire, so being a slave was something he was accustomed to. Its just his pain tolerance wasn't very high, so he didn't enjoy the regular beating.

Geyn was smaller than most equines, but then again, ponies tended to be. His body was rather effeminent in build, a trait that his master has specifically conditioned him to grow into since childhood. HIs master had a thing for the fem boi body structure, and it helped to add more amunition to the name calling in situations like this. His coat was a deep golden rod color, with a straw blond mane and tail, and black patches of fur on his lower legs and forearms. When standing at full height, he was perhaps 5'0 tall, with a slender and curvy frame of 138 lbs. He may have been a fem boi, but he still had muscle tone on his body, as his master needed him in at least semi athletic shape to be able to take part in the battles effectively.

The device he was being strapped to was one Geyn knew well, a collapsing table that could bend in the middle to allow the subject to be posed in angles that was very painful on the spine. At present, he was strapped down face first, with the table bent at a 90 degree angle. His legs strapped to the lower half, and his arms and torso on the upper half. His ass was sticking out and his back was completely unguarded.

He was bound at the wrists, ankles, neck, and cock, a tightly drawn leash attached itself to his collar and ran under the table, wrapping around his stallion shaft and pulling it uncomfortable flat agains the table as he reflexively grew to erection despite the circumstances. Not only did the leash pull his cock agains the table, its tightness could keep him pent up, unable to release. A gag ring fastned into his mouth forced his jaws to spread as wide as they could, and the measurements had been custom tailored for his jaws.

"You disappoint me, Geyn." his master said with a hiss. "I spent all of two months training you in some complicated techniques, and you looked like a complete fool out there." He added. Geyn thought back to the match, he had been up against a kangaroo girl who managed to effortlessly deflect the new techniques his master taught him, and they had been some very powerful ones to!

The first spell he tried to cast should have rendered her incapable of drawing upon any sort of defensive magic, but she deflected it right back at him, causing him to suffer its effects! After that, he tried to retaliate by firing a binding curse that was suppose to encase her in mummified bandages, but once again she repelled it, and with him unable to erect a protective ward, he collapsed to the ground, ensnared by his own spell. After that, it was a simple matter of beating the crap out of him until the judges declared him unable to battle The entire audiance was roaring with laughter at not only Geyn himself, but at his master for training such an idiot. His master healed his injuries the second he was dragged from the ring, only to strap him in here so he could have the pleasure himself.

Geyn's master stepped into view, a mighty dragon who loomed over the timid pretty boy. His master stood at 8 feet tall, with broad chest and shoulders. His scales were primarily light green, but he had patchwork splotches of dark green across his body, mostly on his arms, legs, tail, and backside. He had no wings, but he did have powerful muscles. His hand alone was enough to wrap around both of Geyn's wrists and strong enough to hold them together, unable to break free of his grip. The first time he met Geyn, he demonstrated this by hoisting him off the floor with one arm, raising the helpless colt over his head before he proceeded to molest him with his free hand.

His master had four horns, two of his grew from his cranium and jutted backward as 3 inch long spikes, the other two horns grew from his cheek bones and curved toward. They were much shorter, only being an inch long, but still sharp looking. But it wasn't his facial spikes Geyn was worried about. As his master came into view, his eyes instantly cast upon the dragon's exposed cock. Being an equine, Geyn was used to seeing large cocks, so when his master sported an 11 inch meat shaft, it wasn't too big of a shock. What caused him great fear, however, were the spikes that lined it. Normally they were soft and rather pleasurable, but when a dragon wanted to impregnate a female, the spikes would harden into sharp, agonizing barbs. He prayed his master didn't use those barbs on him. He had only resorted to doing so once in all the time he owned Geyn, and it required 2 full days of round the clock medical treatment for his magic to heal his ass. Since then, he had refrained from using the spikes as a punishment tool on the stallion.

"I might not have been so pissed if the match was at least a challenge, but she beat you in the first two moves with YOUR OWN SPELLS!" His master continued, raising his voice to a bellowing volume at the end of his sentence. He slammed a fist on the table so hard, Geyn could feel the vibration reverberate through the metal, and he was afraid it might bend again, causing more tugging against the leash and his back.

"I'm tempted to geld you." his master said, causing Geyn's eyes to widen, "But I think a good beating will serve you better." He added. With that, he walked behind Geyn again, out of side and a few seconds later, there was a loud smack, followed by an aching shock through Geyn's testicles as his master smacked them with his palm. With his mouth forced open, he could do nothing to silence the wail of pain that escaped his throat as hie master delivered another blow, then another. He didn't stop until the 7th' whack, which at the time, Geyn could feel nothing beyond blinding agony through his balls. He was only half conscious of him tugging agains this bindings, which refused to give any leeway, they were metal clasps, not loose ropes or leather straps.

"Oh look at that, seems you do have some balls. I thought with the way you got your ass handed to you out there, you must be a mare." his master said, the verbal abuse starting. Hist master was a sexist, and hated seeing females being anywhere near equal to males in power or skill. His cruelty was always amplified when he lost to females as a result of this. It was also a reason he enjoyed his male slaves being fem bois, it made him feel more comfortable if they looked like girls.

"Why don't we make that official, hmm? Just chop these things off and you'll be some prissy little filly for the rest of your life. Then it won't be so fucking retarded when you lose like a bitch." He said, grabbing Geyn's testicles with such a grip, his claws poked the flesh above his testicles, but Geyn could still feel only pain from the spanks.

Thankfully, he released his abused sac rather than castrating him, but instead a new torture was implimented. A sound like cracking thunder was heard, followed by a stinging hot pain in his back. Geyn knew his master had brought out the whip and was now going to start lashing at his flesh. What was his previous record again, sixty, no, seventy lashes? The only reason Geyn was alive and not crippled at this point was because his master was quite skilled in the healing arts, a trait he had thankfully picked up to compensate for his love of sadism.

The deafening crack of leather against flesh resounded through the room as his master flogged his back, ass, thighs, Geyn's heartbeat was racing as he thought with every new strike, the next one would be targeted at his balls, but it never came. His master seemed finished with that particular body part for now. Soon the red welts given to him by the whip began to tear open as blood seeped out, a sign that the lashings were becoming dangerous now. Geyn tried to count how many he had received, but it was becoming increasingly difficult after 25, he could have sworn they past the record number at some point, but his mind was too hazy to recall.

"95." His master declared, "New record." He added, stopping the whip. Geyn's backside was covered in horrifying gashes and cuts. Even with magic, it was possible he would retain some scar tissue if these were not tended to quickly. But his master would still not allow him to rest, and began to approach.

He placed a hand upon Geyn and began to cast a mild healing spell, just enough to keep him alive and conscious, but not enough to end his suffering. A few seconds passed as the stallion lay there gasping harshly through his gag and then he took a long and sharp enhale as strength seemed to return to his bloody form, his body heaving with his breaths.

"Almost lost you that time, bitch. Now I'm going to fuck that faggot ass of yours." He said, giving his balls another blow, this time punching them, sending Geyn into another wail of pain. Before his screams even finished, his master quickly grabbed his hips and thrust his cock past his tight pucker, spearing him upon half his cock in one go, and causing the slave's wail to increase in volume and length until all the air had been emptied from his lungs. He drew several more harsh gasps as his master waited.

"That's right faggot, let the whole house know who's cock you belong to." His master declared, "I want all those other bitches out there to know exactly what happens when they displease their master." He ordered. Geyn knew he was talking about the other slaves who were waiting right outside the room listening in on his punishment with sympathy and for the chance to drag him to safety when his master was done with him.

Geyn was then fucked mercilessly, his master thrusting without rest in and out of his ass, working more of his cock deeper into him every few thrusts. Geyn's own cock, a 10 incher strained against the leash binding it, becoming uncomfortably tight as it throbbed and engorged.

His master did not let up until he was base deep inside Geyn, and on the verge of climax, with his blood splattered, slashed up fuck toy beneath him. The dragon smeared the pony's blood on one hand and began to lap it up, the blood lust exciting him to go harder, the table actually rocking from the force of his thrusts.

"Ahhhghhlll" Geyn wailed, his mouth leaking drool now which garbled his speech. His master finally hilted himself completely and locked up his body as he released his dragon seed deep inside his ass. It was 6 gushing spurts before his climax began to die down. The dragon slowly drew out of Geyn and checked his vitals. He had a pulse, but he had completely fainted from the abuse.

He placed a hand on the pony and began to channel more energy into his body, sealing off the wounds and restoring the blood loss he suffered. He would still feel the pain and body cramps for days as he recovered his strength, but his physical injuries were patched up.

With that, he called to the door, which oppened immediately and two more fem bois pranced into the room. One was a mouse boy even shorter than Geyn, the other was a ram who's horns had been cut off. Despite the fact these slaves had the body structure of males, something was deffinitely off about them. In fact, it was most likely the notice that they have female genitalia! Instead of cock and balls dangling between their legs, they had female slits, the slaves were none other than cunt boys. A pair of experiments created by the master, himself in an effort to spice up his fem boi slaves.

"You called for us, master?" The ram said in a voice more high pitched than a male's should be. The dragon nodded and pointed to the helpless stallion on the table, cum dripping out of his rear.

"Drag her to the modification room." the master ordered, "She won't be needing her testicles anymore." He added. The two slaves nodded quickly and began to unfasten Geyn from his restraints. Among the healing spell, the dragon also included a sleeping charm. Geyn wouldn't be awake again until his transformation was completed. A merciful act on his part, the two slaves who were dragging him away had been conscious during their procedures. It didn't matter anyway, master was pleased with how the experiment turned out, and was planning to convert his entire slave stock from girly fembois, into cunt bois. Up till now, he had decided to allow Geyn to keep his male parts as a trophy for being his apprentice, but after today's dramatic failure, he lost that privelage.

The dragon watched the slaves leave, dragging Geyn across the ground, his hooves scraping on the stone tiles. "Besides, his mouth and ass were getting kind of boring." He muttered to himself as the door closed behind them.