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This is an explicit story about kidnapping, nonconsensual sex between men,
bondage, and domination. If such subjects offend you, or you're not of legal
age to read such material, quit now. You have been warned. This is purely a
work of fiction. While I believe the technology described herein is
possible, I am not aware of it actually existing, nor do I advocate its
development or use. The author is in no way responsible for anyone's damages
or injuries from attempting anything written here.

This work is copyright 2003 by the author, and may be freely distributed
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***** Chapter 2: Conditioning

I woke up as the bed beneath me slid out of its recess in the wall.
Memory flooded back as the cooler outside air hit my naked body. I
remembered I had to get out of bed quickly, so I rolled upright and stood.
My clothes were waiting for me on the end of the bed, just as I was told.
I pulled on the tights, then looked at the pink leotard. The number on the
collar was indeed 461. I pulled it on and zipped it up, then slipped the
shoes on and went to the door to await my teacher.

There were other students, all in pink leotards. We looked at each other,
but nobody seemed to want to talk. Nobody else's number was lower than 461,
either. "Well, that makes sense, since I just got here", I thought to
myself.

A teacher - he was wearing a silver leotard - walked up to the group.
"Follow me to breakfast." He walked off without looking back; the students
fell in behind him. The soft shoes made little noise on the parquet floor.

In the dining hall, the students were served minimal amounts of food. I 
asked, "Teacher, may I have more?" The teacher looked at my collar, and
replied, "You're new here, 461. You're getting the right amount of food
for your upcoming day. You're going to be working very hard, and we don't
want you vomiting on the nice floor. I would suggest you never ask that
question again, though." I ate the rest of my food in silence.

When the students were finished, the teacher rose. The rest of the students
stood, so I did as well. We walked out, and down the hall to a large room
with a mirror on one wall. "Line up facing the mirror. Two rows. Stand
far enough apart so you can't touch each other." The students did as we
were told.

"I'll explain, for the benefit of our newest member, what we're doing here.
As a rank 1 student, you aren't even ready to begin your ballet studies.
You first need to learn discipline, and you need to get in shape. 461, look
at your fellow students. None of you are in any kind of real shape, though
a couple are getting close. You will be, before you're promoted to rank 2
and get to wear a green leotard and start learning what you're here to
learn.

"You'll do good old physical exercises: calisthenics, aerobics, running.
You'll do them until you think you're ready to drop, and then you'll keep
doing them until I tell you to stop. If you stop too soon, you'll be
punished. You will be able to do far more than you think you can. I won't
let you quit, and you won't fall over dead. You might wish you did, though,
before I'm through with you."

With that, the teacher began our workout. I felt like I was back in
high school, watching a coach in disgustingly good shape - obvious from the
body the teacher had - do things I hated doing, and enjoying it. I didn't
have any choice in the matter, though. I sweated and strained through a
heavy workout, soaking my leotard, sweat dripping down my legs.

Finally, the teacher called a halt. "Take ten minutes. Don't drink too much
water. If you puke, you clean it up - after you recover."

I collapsed where I was. The teacher walked up. "Don't worry, 461. You'll
get used to it. Watch 515: he's almost ready to go on to the next class.
See how he's doing?"

I looked over and found 515. Sure enough, he looked much less wrung out.
"Yes, Teacher."

"He was in worse shape than you when he was recruited. If he can do it, you
can."

"Yes, Teacher. May I ask a question?"

"Go ahead."

"Why am I here? What did I do to deserve this?"

"Simple. You were picked because you're not the athletic type, and enjoy
wearing spandex. This school is out to prove that ballet is for everyone,
not only to watch, but to perform, too. We've been here for years, turning
ordinary men into great dancers. We hope that ballet will become respectable 
for all to enjoy dancing, men as well as women."

I nodded. "Why kidnap people and tell the world they're dead, though,
Teacher?"

"Because we couldn't get the level of dedication we need any other way. You
now have nothing better to do than get in shape and learn to dance. If you
were still employed, you wouldn't get in as good shape, and couldn't learn
as much."

"I..see, Teacher. One more question, then?"

"Yes?"

"What the hell gives you the right?"

The teacher's fingers moved on his forearm, and I was seized by a stabbing 
pain in my gut. "That's what. It'll get worse, too, if you don't treat your
superiors with respect."

I writhed for a moment as the pain stabbed through me...and then went away
as though a switch were thrown. I panted.

"Do you understand me, 461?"

"Yes...Teacher."

"Good. Relax here for a few more minutes. We'll do something different
next, so you should be recovered well enough by the time we get started."

I stayed where I was. The other students looked at me for a moment, then
went back to their drinks. All too soon, the break was over. The students
lined up again, and I got wearily to my feet.

"Now, we'll do some easier stuff, to give you some recovery time."

As we worked through an aerobics routine, I wondered "If this is easy,
what's hard? At least we're dressed for it." I was puffing and panting
within minutes, but grimly stuck to it. By the time the music crashed to a
stop, I was utterly worn out.

"That's enough for the morning. Hit the showers. 461, wait a moment." The
other students walked out. "Take a long hot shower, 461. I doubt anyone
will bother you, but if they try, tell them I said not today. The showers
are popular places for sex, as you'll find out soon enough. We'll meet back
here when everyone's done. Make sure your fresh leotard has the right
member number." The teacher watched me walk off, then went to his private
shower.

I walked out the way the other students had. The next room had benches and
clothes hampers, and I could hear voices and running water. I undressed
and dropped my sopping clothes into a hamper, then went next door. It was
one large communal shower, with the other students washing themselves, and
in a couple of cases, each other. I stepped into the spray and just stood
there for a moment, letting the hot water revive me. Then I started
washing my body, scrubbing vigorously, but stopped when two men started
having sex right in front of me.

"What are you staring at?"

"Uhm...nothing...sir."

"Good. Your turn will come, but not for me until you get in better shape.
You're too flabby."

I turned back to my shower, relieved. When I finished up, I went back into
the other room, grabbing a towel and rubbing myself dry all over. I
discovered that being hairless made it easier to dry quickly and
completely. I dug through a stack of folded leotards until I found one that
had 461 on the collar, and dressed.

"Now what? Surely we're not going to get all hot and sweaty again right
after cleaning up", I thought to myself.

The teacher came into the dressing room. "Feel better, 461?"

"Yes, Teacher, much better."

"Good. We'll do a little classroom work, then get lunch."

I started to ask what the class would be, but figured I'd find out soon
enough. The students followed the teacher to a classroom, where we had a
class on physiology and exercise. I listened, wondering if there would be
a test, and not liking the prospect of failing.

After the class, we went back to the cafeteria. Lunch was light, but I
kept my mouth shut this time. Then it was back to the mirrored gym for
another round of calisthenics, then a short break, and then an indoor
track, surfaced in something springy, where we ran for two hours with only
a few minutes here and there for breaks. By the end of that, I was totally
exhausted. I could barely stagger to the showers, and the only reason I
bothered stripping before stepping into the soothing water was that someone
stopped me with a sharp word. I was the last one out, and felt barely
human.

I barely noticed what dinner was. There was plenty of it, and it was hot,
but I was ravenous enough to wolf it down without paying much attention.
When I was finished, I sat back and looked around at the other students.
The teacher spoke up. "The rest of the evening is yours. Enjoy yourselves,
if you can." He smiled. "461, come with me. The rest of you know what to do
at bedtime."

The teacher got up and walked out, and I followed. We went to a room off
of a side hallway. The teacher closed the door, and it locked with a loud
click. "Time for another introduction, 461. One of the things I like most
about my job is that I get to take care of the new students' virginity." He
smiled widely, and his arousal became apparent. "Strip."

I looked back at the teacher, but hastily took my clothes off when the
teacher's hand moved to his forearm.

"Good. Now, open your mouth."

I did, and the teacher pulled a hood out of a drawer. It looked strange,
since it had a square, flat front. He slipped the built-in gag into my
mouth, and closed the zipper down the back of my head. The inside fit 
tightly around my face. It left my ears open, and I could breathe, but I
couldn't see. My mouth was filled with soft, chewy rubber. He guided me
over to a table that stood waist high, and pushed me over onto it. My
upper body was supported, and the padding made it tolerable. He held my
head down and fastened the hood to the table, then stretched my arms out
and clamped them down too.

Next, he lifted my feet, one at a time, placing them in stirrups, and
locked straps around my ankles to hold them in place. He ran straps under
my thighs and fastened them to the underside of the table. My legs were
spread, and held up under the table's edge, leaving me bent double at the
waist...and completely open and exposed.

A zipper's whisper told me what was coming next.

"There's practical benefit to this for you, 461. You'll need the skills
you'll develop here if you ever earn a black leotard. Besides, it's
necessary for discipline, and who knows? You might even like it."

The teacher stepped up close behind me. "You can make this a lot easier for
yourself. Press down like you're going to the bathroom. It'll probably
still hurt a bit, but you might even like what comes after that."

The teacher pressed his erection at my rear opening. I pressed down as the
teacher entered me slowly. "That wasn't too bad", I thought to myself...and
then I felt a deep pain inside. I tried to shout, "Please! Stop!", but all
that got past the gag was a feeble "mmf!".

"Keep pressing...it'll quit hurting soon. You're nice and tight,
too...mmm."

I tried squeezing to force the intrusion out, but that didn't help. I was
getting filled from behind, and there wasn't anything I could do about it.
Man, did it hurt!

"No, don't squeeze...yet. Just keep pressing."

I did, and the pain diminished...to be replaced by a strange fullness. As
the teacher began thrusting in and out, the sensation was nothing like I'd
ever felt...filling, then emptying...but there was a weird pleasure, too.
I became aroused, to my complete surprise.

"Mmm...that's it..."

I relaxed, and let it happen...nice, in a way I'd never guessed. Soon, the
teacher was pumping quickly into me. "Now squeeze just a little." I did,
and the teacher moaned a little, pushed hard into me, and spurted...filling
me with a warmth I'd never felt before. After a moment, the teacher
withdrew. I sagged as much as the bindings would let me.

I relaxed for a little while while the teacher got dressed. When he let me 
back up, and removed the hood, he asked,  "See? That wasn't so bad, now
was it?"

"No, Teacher, it wasn't."

"So, what do you think now?"

"I don't know what to think. It's not something I'd have ever sought out,
but now?"

"Don't worry. You'll get plenty of chances to decide what you think about
it. Even though your opinion won't count for much." The teacher reached
between my legs and fondled me gently. "Although at least part of you
seems to like it quite a lot." I blushed...I'd never had a man touch me
like that before, either, but it didn't feel bad.

The teacher used a handy towel to clean me up, tossing it in a hamper.
"Now, get dressed."

As I pulled on my new clothes, he told me, "I will be your instructor in
sex, as well as conditioning. Sex is like anything else: you have to learn
how to be good at it. We want you to be good at it, for your happiness and
others'. I know it's hard to approach this with an open mind. It was for
me, many years ago when I was recruited. Just give everything here a good,
honest try, and you'll be surprised how happy you'll become. I wouldn't
dream of leaving even if it were possible."

"Teacher, what did you do before you were kidnapped?"

The teacher's fingers worked quickly on his forearm, and I doubled over,
screaming. "That's another question you should never ask. Everyone's life
started over when they were recruited here. And it's 'recruited', not
'kidnapped'. That's a word that shows complete disrespect for the Academy.
Don't you forget it. You can still be punished more than that."

I lay panting on the floor. My gut hurt worse than it ever had...and it
could get worse than that?! Damn.

The teacher unlocked the door with a code, and we walked out. He led me to 
the bedroom (what else to call it?), and told me to climb in and go to
sleep. I undressed, and did just that...dreaming weird dreams.

The next few days were repeats of that first one. Each morning, I'd get up,
eat too little, have a heavy workout, then some classroom time, lunch, more
workout, then dinner and a fucking before going back to bed. I was too
tired to be bored.

After a week, the teacher stopped me as we were going to lunch. "461, you
need to have your hair removed. Once a week, you will go have that done
right after the afternoon workout. I will take you there when we're done
today, and before your lesson in sex." He leered at me. "You're learning
that pretty well, by the way."

"I have to, just to make it not hurt so much."

"Yes, that will certainly happen. Anyway, time for lunch."

I had the usual meager lunch, and the usual heavy workout and shower
afterwards. The teacher met me at the shower entrance. "Follow me." We 
walked down a hallway I hadn't used before to a room. "In here. The staff 
will take care of you. Come see me in the usual room when you're done."

I walked in, and was greeted by two men in bronze. "461? Good. Strip." As I
did, one made a check on a list. "Lay down on the table, on your back." I
complied. The men quickly spread my legs and put my arms above my head,
then strapped my wrists and ankles down, and added another across my
forehead. "You need to hold still, even though you'll want to squirm. If
you do, it might hurt you, so try to remain as still as you can." One man 
stuffed a tube in my nose.

"What's that for?"

"We don't want to listen to you complain about the procedure. This tube
will go into your lungs." He pushed it in further, and I started coughing.
"You'll breathe just fine, but won't be able to complain." He pushed it
home and secured it. He was right: I tried talking, but nothing came out.
"There. You're all set now. This will take about 30 minutes. It won't hurt
so much as tingle, but it probably won't be too pleasant this first time."

Each one pulled out a device that looked like an electric razor, but not
quite, and turned it on. They made a whirring noise. "These work by quickly
yanking the hair out by the roots." My eyes got real wide...won't hurt?!

They were right. I was amazed when they started working over my legs: it was 
a sharp pain at first, but quickly settled down to a heavy tingle like
the skin feels when it's fallen asleep. They worked slowly and
methodically, making sure to cover everything. When they got to my balls,
they stretched the skin taut and kept on going. They worked slowly on my
face to get the heavy whiskers and keep the pain to manageable levels, but
even so, I was feeling dizzy when they finished and unstrapped me. "Turn
over." I did, slowly. My back went faster because there wasn't much there
they had to be careful of. Finally, it was over, and I was recovering. It 
felt like a mild sunburn.

They removed the tube in my nose. "Get dressed. We'll see you next week. It
won't hurt as much then." I walked out, a little unsteadily.

The teacher was waiting. "Looks better, 461. We'll do something different 
today. Go ahead and take your clothes off." I did, and he pulled out a 
different hood. "Open." The hood had the flat on the bottom, sort of, and 
held my mouth open by simply putting rubber blocks in between my back teeth, 
leaving everything else open, although I couldn't bite down. I began to get 
a bad feeling about this. The teacher positioned me as he had before, and 
secured my head to the table, then arms and legs as before. My head was 
tilted back, almost vertical.

Something pressed at my rear, and I accepted it as I'd learned. "Good. That
didn't hurt, did it?" I uh-uhed, about all I could do. "Now, to strap it in
place." A strap went up my back and clicked to the back of my hood. There
was another click and what ever it was was pressed deep into me. "That's a
nice big dildo. Wouldn't want you to forget how to do that...now, for the
fun part."

I didn't have time to wonder what he meant. As soon as he finished talking,
he'd slipped the head of his penis into my mouth. I couldn't object, or
struggle. All I could do was let him push it in, deeper and deeper, until
the tip was into my throat. "Be glad we disconnected your gag reflex. If we
hadn't, you'd be retching right about now." I felt like retching anyway,
but didn't. "The secret to doing this is to lick as thoroughly as you can.
Suction is nice, but not as essential. Now, start licking."

I hesitated. This was something I could do something about, after all, or
so I thought..."Lick. I won't tell you again." Still I hesitated. This was
asking too much!

The pain in my belly told me otherwise. I would have bitten the teacher's
dick off if the hood wasn't holding my mouth firmly open. When it subsided,
I started licking. "There you go. Keep it up." He began fucking my mouth,
slowly, letting me lick him all over. I wanted nothing in the world more
than for him to withdraw, but every time he'd get almost clear, he'd thrust
himself back in. I licked, over and over, and felt him throb in my mouth. I
hoped with all my heart that he would withdraw before reaching orgasm. He
didn't. He groaned softly, slammed deep into my throat, then spurted down
it. It was either swallow or drown, so I swallowed. The juices tricked into
my mouth. "Swallow it all, or you'll get punished again." I did.

When he'd subsided, he told me to clean him up with my tongue. I was numb,
and did it mechanically. "Swallow it." I did. When he'd withdrawn, I
sagged, feeling green around the gills. I could hear him cleaning himself
and getting dressed. "461, I know that was probably the most distasteful
thing you've done in a long time, if not ever. You've always believed that
performing oral sex on a man was something that real men didn't do.
Whatever the case is on the outside, it's something that every man here has
done and will do again, and you need to get used to the idea if you want to
live."

There it was, laid out in front of me. It was strange, in a way: Getting
butt-fucked wasn't so bad, compared to sucking another man's dick - and
that was exactly backwards from what I would have guessed two weeks ago.
That seemed like another whole lifetime away, now. When he teacher had
unstrapped me and removed the dildo - which I'd forgotten about! - I told
him as much.

"That's a very common reaction, 461. That's why I didn't do this until after 
you'd been here a little while. I wanted you to get used to the idea that 
sex with another man could be pleasurable first." He wiped my face gently. 
"You may well never come to enjoy this part of it. Many men don't. That 
makes no difference at all. Unless you like getting punished more, you'll do 
it anyway. It's an important part of maintaining discipline here. Oh, and 
one other thing: The punishment you got this time was level 3. There are 6 
levels, plus the one that kills. Keep that in mind, too."

With that, he kissed my cheek. "You're progressing well. I think you can be 
a happy and valued member of the Company, if you keep working at it." He 
unlocked the door and walked out. "Time for dinner, 461..."

I went to dinner, chewing over more than the food.
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