…and only when fully submitting do reindeer feel true satisfaction. It’s simply natural. They are weak creatures who desire nothing more than to be dominated by stronger animals, as was found in several scientific studies...
 
Chopper closed the book and lay it beside him. It was an interesting read, one Dr. Lansford himself gave to Chopper now that he was done the books in his room, there was something he needed to do first. Reaching down, he tried to stick then end of one of his hooves up his anus again. He didn’t know why, but he knew it would feel so good if he could just fit it up there. It was too awkward an angle and his hoof was too big, but he could just barely stick the tip into himself. It wasn’t enough. Chopper used his other hand to rub the base of his shaft, right below his locked up cock and began his mantra.
 
“I am a slave. Slaves obey all orders. I obey any commands. My commander is my god. Obedience is pleasure. Slavery is best for me. I love being a slave. Reindeer are natural sluts. I cannot think for myself. I am weak. I am stupid. Slavery is more is deserve.”
 
Whenever he said or thought any of the lines that he had been practising he felt several things at once, arousal mostly. Chopper shifted, laying on his chest with his rear in the air, to get a better angle for his hand up his asshole. He lifted his little tail up and stuck his hoof in again. 
 
“My commander is sexy. I find muscular men sexy. I want to worship cocks. I love sucking cocks. I want to be fucked by cocks. I am gay. I have been gay my whole life. I want to worship men.”
 
Choppers mind got a little foggier every word he said, and he would be completely blank after just a few minutes more . It had been about a week since this research began, and Chopper had noticed the changes in him. When he was first locked up, he had never dreamed of masturbating  like this, especially not in front of the cameras he knew were looking at him. But now? Chopper didn’t care. In fact, the idea of Dr. Lansford seeing him try to pathetically pleasure himself through his chastity cage made it all the more fun.
 
“Dr. Lansford is my commander. I love Dr. Lansford. I will obey Dr. Lansford. Everything Dr. Lansford says it true. Dr. Lansford is my god.”
 
Dr. Lansford. That name is so powerful to Chopper now. All of Chopper’s fantasies were Lansford doing something to him. Sometimes it’s anal sex. Sometimes Chopper is sucking Lansford’s cock. Sometimes Chopper is rubbing and licking Lunsford's muscles. Sometimes Chopper is even punished my Lansford. Getting yelled at, tied up, spanked, even held down and raped. Not that Chopper would ever not want to be fucked by Lansford, or that Lansford would ever force himself on him, the idea alone was enough to make Chopper squirm. Chopper wanted nothing more than Lansford to enter the room and take his virginity right now.
 
Chopper got half his wish. The door to his room (Or maybe still cell, Chopper wasn’t sure) opened and in came the large lion man.
 
“Oh, Chopper!” Lansford said.
 
“Waaaahh!” Chopper yelled, pulling his hand away and turning onto back, he tried to cover himself. “N-n-no, I’m sorry… I-I-I didn’t mean for you to see me…”
 
Chopper began to cry as Lansford did nothing but stare at him. The lion’s breath getting heavy and deep, his hands curled into fists, and though Chopper didn’t notice at first, his penis was fully erect.
 
Lansford walked to the crying reindeer and wrapped his large arms around him. Chopper was held tight, feeling the hard muscles pulling him in for a deep and intimate hig.
 
“Oh, Chopper, you don’t have to feel embarrassed.” Lansford said, letting chopper rub against his raging erection, not obvious enough to make Chopper think anything strange, but enough for Chopper to notice. “It’s normal for a stag your age to start feeling these things. As a doctor you should know that.”

“I…I know…but you saw me… and what I was doing…” and Chopper wanted him to, but he didn’t say that.
 
Lansford held him for a bit longer. He knew the way the brainwashing was progressing that Chopper wouldn’t mind. Maybe now he should finally take Chopper all the way. No no no, he said to himself, he had to make sure. 

“Well, don’t worry about anything Chopper, we have much to do today. You remember what I said before the experiment? That you would become my assistant if you did a good job.”

Chopper’s frown disappeared, he looked right at Lansford and couldn’t keep from yelling. “Really! Oh Lansford, it was hard, but worth it! What kind of work will we do together!”

“Wait, Chopper, I have bad news. It seems you didn’t do a good enough job.”

Chopper deflated in an instant, and he began to cry yet again. “Wha-wha-what? But what did I do?”

“Chopper, I saw the tapes, and it looks like you were too concerned about your own pleasure. Sorry, but it looks like you won’t be my assistant just like that. There is, however, another way.”

Still crying, Chopper asked “H-h-how can I d-d-do that?”

“Well,” Lansford said, pulling away from the crying Chopper, “All you have to do is take a little test. Just stay focused and follow the rules. Fail, and you really will be just a prisoner here forever.” This wasn’t true, Lansford would never give up on Chopper. As horrible as he treated him, Lansford loved Chopper. His adorable eyes, cute little nose, sexy and tiny cock, little body,  and weak personality was all Lansford ever looked for in someone. Maybe he just had a funny way of showing it.

Wiping his eyes with his arm, Chopper looked at Lansford right in the eyes. “Okay, I’ll do whatever it takes.” He got up from the bed and hugged Lansfords leg, “I want to do this more then anything Lansford. I’ll prove I can be a good assistant.”

“Alright Chopper, just come with me.” 

Lansford turned and walked through the door. “Follow me.” And Chopper did. 

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The room Chopper was lead to was an ordinary office. A desk with a chair in front of it, a carpet and little else other then a strange trolley with a T.V. on it. . 

“Stand at attention along the wall there Chopper.” 

“Uh, okay.” 

“It’s gonna have to be ‘Yes Sir.’ here Chopper. In fact, it’s gonna have to be ‘Yes Sir’ from now on. Understand?”

“Okay-I mean, Yes sir.”

Chopper stood against the wall as straight as he could.

“Now, a few rules. First, you call me sir and I call you Private. Say ‘Sir, yes Sir!’”

“Sir, yes, sir!” Replied Chopper. 

“Do it immediately, do it without thinking or hesitation.”

“Sir, yes Sir!” Said Chopper. 

“Second, you have to keep your hands to your side at all times. It doesn’t matter what happens, or what I do, you have to keep your hands by your side. Understand?”

SIR, YES SIR!” Chopper would. He has to. He loved Lansford. Wanted to serve him however he could. Plus, Chopper liked calling him sir. 

“Okay, we are about to begin the test. That’s all you have to do. Call me Sir and keep your hands by your side. NO. MATTER. WHAT.”

“SIR, YES SIR!”

“Alright.” Lansford pulled the trolley towards Chopper. 

Chopper saw it better up close. It had several things on it. There was a large T.V., what looked like a music player with headphones, and several things just laying in a small pile. The first thing Lansford did was put the music player’s headphones in Chopper’s ears. Chopper didn’t more. Like he was told. Then Lansford adjusted the T.V. screen so it was right in front of Choppers face.

Then Chopper saw Lansford pick up a key. He held it in front of Chopper’s face, and his eyes went wide. “No. Matter. What.”

“SIR YES SIR!”

The key fit into the chastity cage that gave Chopper so much strife for all these months. How it tortured him. With a twist and a click, it was off. Lansford quickly put a small ring around in it’s place, it now being the only thing covering Chopper’s manhood.

It had actually been so long since he had seen his own cock. It was only 2 inches soft, but when hard it grew to 4, which was quite a bit for someone Chopper’s size. With the cage off, it did start to get erect. Free for the first time, it started to drip precum and pulsate with relief, and it took everything Chopper had to keep his hands to his side. Being in such a little space for such a long time, never taken out and cleaned, Chopper could smell it. Like cum and sweat, it only aroused Chopper further as his cock was harder than it ever was before, with the small ring around the base, it looked like it couldn’t come off now. 

“We will now begin the test. The subject knows the rules and will now receive the necessary stimulation.”

With the push of a button that Dr.Lansford had, the TV in front of Chopper flashed to life, showing a video of Lansford completely naked. Lansford, in the video, was lifting weights as he got sweaty, his muscles bulging and tightening. The video changed to Lansford shaking his cock around right in front of the camera. Then Lansford was spreading his asscheeks for the video. It kept cycling through videos of Choppers best friend acting in such seductive and inappropriate ways. Why would Lansford ever show him this? It didn’t matter. Chopper loved it, and if he complained it might stop. 

The part he didn’t see where the occasional flash of a word. Obedience...Weak...Docile...Submissive…Stare… Just little things to nudge Choppers mind in the right direction. A weak spiral started spinning, so weak Chopper didn’t notice it, but it was the same spiral showed to him for months, so Chopper started to fall into trance as he absorbed the images and words in front of him. 

“I am worthless.” A voice took Chopper off guard, it of course came from the headphones, the surprising part was that it was in Chopper's voice. 

“My pleasure is nothing.” Chopper never said anything like that, but he would recognize his own voice anywhere. And why was this being played to him. 

Then the ring around his dick began to vibrate. It wasn’t a constant vibration, like the cage, it kept coming suddenly and stopping. It almost hurt, bringing him close to edge only to stop. It seemed Chopper was still unable to cum. 

“I get treated better than I deserve.”

Well, Chopper could cum, he thought, reach forward and quickly finish himself off, but the cost of what? Lansford? Being a prisoner his whole life? 

“I don’t need pleasure.”

The porn kept playing (right now it was Lansford jerking off and cumming over his own chest before seemingly inviting the viewer to have a taste), the voice kept telling him what he was, the spiral opening his mind to accept all of this, and the ring kept pushing him towards orgams, only to painfully pull him away. Chopper would get through this, no matter what. 

“Only obeying matters.”

Lansford, meanwhile, started reading one of the many magazines kept by his desk. Once this was finished he would finally have something other then these fucking boring magazines. Lansford looked at Chopper. He had already started to cry, but his eyes were glued to the screen. At first he could look away, but the subliminals he couldn’t see or hear kept his attention. It was doing other things, of course.

“I wonder how long until he’s ready,” Lansford thought as he went back to his magazine. “Till I get bored, I guess.”

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Lansford began to stir. Opening his eyes, he saw his new little slave standing right where he told him to. Had he fallen asleep? 

It seemed Chopper hadn’t taken the training well. He had a blank, empty look in his eyes, similar to the trance he was put in during his first bout of brainwashing. He was drooling quite a bit, covering his chest and even a little on his cock. He was mumbling something to himself, and as Lansford listened closely, it was the sentences he was playing for Chopper, which he had gotten Chopper to say during his time spent fully brainwashed earlier. 

To Lansford’s surprise, the video has ended. It was an over two hour long loop of porn he himself had made, and Chopper had watched all of it? Looking over at his clock, he saw he had been asleep for almost four hours. He jumped out of his chair and walked over to chopper. 

This was supposed to be a light trance with some arousal avoidance training.” Thought Lansford. “He shouldn’t be out like a light.” 

He pulled the headphones out and moved the TV out of the way. 

“Chopper, Private, can you hear me?”

“Sir, yes sir!” Chopper said, blinking a few times. 

Looking at Chopper, it seems he was snapping out of it. Chopper had started to try and wipe the drool from his face, but stopped when he remembered. No matter what.

“Uh, are you feeling alright, private?”

Without pause, “Sir, yes sir!” was Chopper’s response. 

Lansford looked over Chopper. His eyes were a dark blue tint, and he had no irises to speak off. His eyes tended to change color after brainwashing, as did most people’s, but he had never seen them this solid or dark. 

“Congratulations private, you passed. You can move your arms now.”

“Sir, yes sir!” Chopper wiped his salive away and wiped his eyes before looking at lansford and smiling. Other then his eyes, looked as good as new. 

Lansford reached out and pressed on choppers dick, “Not gonna jerk yourself off, private?”

“Sir, no sir! My pleasure doesn’t matter. Only my commander’s pleasure matters. Dr. Lansford is my commander.” Chopper said without losing a beat. 

Lansford tilted his head and looked at Chopper. Maybe this extra long training session had been good for him. 

“What are you private?” Lansford said.

“A slave!” Chopper spoke with pride and gusto, like he had been preparing for this moment his whole life. 

“And who do you serve?”

“Dr. Lansford, my commander!” A smile on his face and determination in his eyes.

“How do you feel about me?”

“I love Dr. Lansford. He is my owner and commander, and I will do as he says.” 

Lansford noticed that he forgot to take Chopper’s vibrator off, but he held his composure like a good like private. Or slave. “And how do you feel about being a slave?”

“I love being a slave! It’s more than I deserve! I will be a slave my whole life!”

Lansford was hard. “And what do you want to do?”

“Obey any and all commands that Dr. Lansford gives me!”

“Heh, heh, I know, but,” Lansford said as he leaned in close to Chopper, “What do you want me to command you to do?”

“I want to serve you sexually! I want to suck your cock! I want to get fucked by your cock! I want to worship your body! I want you to fondle me and use me and punish me and whatever else you want to do!” Chopper was practically screaming at this point, his smile almost bigger then his head. 

“Good job private. Very, very, good job. I think you deserve a reward.” Lansford took off the vibrator, careful not to rub his new slave's cock too hard, lest he get an orgasm too soon. He grabbed the chastity cage and bent down to Chopper’s level before picking him up. “Come on little guy, and you don’t need to yell ‘Sir, yes sir.’ just say it please. 

“Sir yes sir.” Chopper said. It felt good to do what he was told.

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Chopper’s reward was a shower, the first actual cleaning he’s had since he was taken from the straw hat pirates. Lansford wasn’t even sure Chopper remembered who they were anymore. Lansford had cleaned Chopper first. Rubbing his back, thighs, legs, feet, arms, and even face, Chopper loved the way Lansford fondled every part of him. His cock was never touched, however. 

“You’re not aloud to touch your cock, and I never will either. Understand?” Lansford had said.

“Sir, yes sir.” Chopper said. That was fine. A slave’s pleasure doesn’t matter. 

In truth, Chopper’s reward came when it was Lansford’s turn to get washed. Chopper was allowed to touch and fondle him however Chopper wanted, which he took advantage of. All over Chopper touched and cherished. Feeling every muscle, every bit of fur, every limb. Chopper took a really long time over Lunsford's penis and butt, and even spent a good amount of time on his armpits. Perhaps Chopper has a fetish he never knew about. Just another thing he owed Lansford. It amazed Chopper how big Lansford's muscles were. He must train every day.

“I must take note,” Lansford thought, “that the slave still has a bit of an ego if he can want and like things. I wonder if I can take even that from him too.” 

They rinsed themselves off and Lansford carried Chopper to his room, not bothering to put any clothes on himself or his slave. 

Throwing Chopper on his bed, Chopper looked and Lansford and Lansford looked at him. 

“You took a long time to come along little guy,” Lansford said, “but it was worth every second, and now you're mine.”

“Yes sir, I’m yours.” was all Chopper could say. It was true. Deep down, Chopper knew Lansford was doing something to him. He thought it was a drug in the water, or maybe simple stockholm syndrome. He never would have guessed such intimate and deep brainwashing until it was too late. Now Chopper knew, and Chopper doesn’t care.  

Pulling himself on the bed, Lansford sat next to Chopper with his penis fully erect, a solid nine inches. 

“Suck it.” 

“Sir, yes sir!” Said Chopper.

In his dreams the cock had fit nicely into Chopper’s mouth, but in real life it was much harder. The cock was so thick that Chopper had to open his mouth wider than he ever had to before to fit it in without scratching it with his teeth, and that was just the tip. As the girth started to enter his mouth, Chopper began to lick and suck on his master’s cock as hard as he could, helping it along as it went back as far as it could go. 

Lansford, generous as he is, already put subliminals into Chopper to suppress his gag reflex, letting his cock go right into Chopper’s throat. “Aaaahhh, your good at that.”

“Fank uuou fir!” Chopper said right through the cock in his mouth.

“Don’t try and talk while blowing me, and don’t get distracted, keep working my dick.”

Chopper started to pull his head back, letting just the tip in his mouth as he began to suckled on the head, wrapping his tongue around every nook and cranny it could find. Then it went back into his throat, and back out to his lips. Chopper, as he gained confidence, began moving faster, his jaw starting to strain with all this effort, but never slowing down. The cock got harder and harder as he went along, and Lansford started to breath heavy and moaned a little bit, until he finally came. 

With Lansford’s head on Chopper’s lips, the cum started to fill Chopper’s mouth. Chopper’s eyes lit up when he realized what was happening. He finally had Lansford’s cum, and it was pouring into his throat. Chopper sucked on the head as hard as he could, milking the cock for all the tasty cum he could drink, swallowing the cum as it filled his mouth. 

To Chopper’s disappointment, Lansford pulled Chopper off his cock and pointed his tip right on Chopper’s face, covering his face in cum. “Open your mouth for me Chopper, I want to see you filled and covered in cum. 

“Sir, yes Sir!” Chopper opened his mouth wide, his mouth still filled with seed and his face now with a matching coat. 

“Huff, good boy. Swallow.”

Chopper swallowed the cum, wiping small amounts stuck to the side of his gums with his tongue and opened wide again, showing his master that he had obeyed. 

“Yes Chopper, good boy.” Pulling Chopper in, Lansford kissed his as deep as he could. Chopper felt a powerful tongue pushing in his mouth, followed by heavy and hot saliva and breath. Lansford really did dominate in everything he did, thier tongues almost wrestling each other during this intimate moments. And of course Chopper lost, as he was now submissive in everything he did. 

Lansford pushed him down, so Chopper was laying on his back with Lansford looming over him. 

“Alright, slave. My cock’s all lubed up, so you better be ready.” Lansford said as he started lining his cock up to Chopper’s butthole. 

“Yes, sir. I always wanted this.” Chopper said, trying to keep his breathing steady as his heart started to beat out of his chest.

Lansford put his hands on Choppers hips and pushed forward. The tip of his cock met Choppers anus, and Lansford thrusted. 

“Aaaaahhhhh….” Chopper tried to keep quiet. He loved the way it felt, but it hurt. 

Lansford heard him and kept pushing. Now that he was inside, the hardest part was passed, but he still needed to keep it slow for now, didn’t want Chopper to get hurt too much. 

Chopper felt Lansford’s cock inside of him, stretching his asshole to fit. It hurt so much more than he ever imagined, but in a way, felt better. Master hurts him for Master’s pleasure. Chopper loved that idea.

Lansford, who was only a few inches in, started to pull out. He saw slight disappointment in Chopper’s eyes, before slamming back in a little bit further.

“AAAAHHHHHHhhhhhhhh~” Chopper’s scream became a moan as a flashes of pain turned to pleasure, as the cock thrusted and pulsed into him, still only halfway through. Chopper’s own penis grew hard as well, flaring up whenever Lansford went deeper into him. Chopper wanted more. More pleasure, more pain, more obedience. Despite loving every second, Chopper began to sweat and cry intensely. 

“I...I am a slave…Slaves obey all-AH-all orders. I o-obey any c-c-commands…” Chopper began mumbling his mantra to himself, every word making Chopper feel more pleasure and made the pain easier. “My c-command-der is my g-god. Obedience...is...pleasure.” 

Lansford was gaining speed, trusting in and out of Chopper in shorter intervals, going a little deeper each time. He was still only halfway through, and tonight was the night he went all the way. 

“God, you’re so fucking cute Chopper.” Lansford said.

“Th-thank you sir. S-Sl-Slavery is best for me. ” Chopper went on, repeated every line, every thought, and got more and  more aroused and happy, squeezing his buttocks around Lansford’s cock as hard he could. 

Chopper’s eyes glazed over, his tongue lolling from his mouth and drool pouring out of it. Despite having a large cock pushing inside him for the first time, the brainwashing and subliminals the reindeer was subjected to for the last few months was strong enough enough to trance him even through that. 

“I want to worship cocks. I love sucking cocks. I want to be fucked by cocks.” All the emotion was drained from Chopper's voice. It didn’t matter if he was hurt, he obeyed. “I am gay. I want to worship men.”

Lansford was keeping a steady pace. Chopper had almost taken Lansford completely, despite his size. 

“Dr. Lansford is my commander. Dr. Lansford? I love Dr. Lansford. I will obey...Dr. Lansford…” Ever time Chopper said that name, he paused and squinted his eyes a little bit, trying to look through the fog in his mind. Chopper could make out a shape. A large yellow figure, over twice his size, looming over him. Thrusting into him. His powerful eyes staring him down, a lion, Chopper thought. Chopper loves lions. Lions are sexy.  

“Everything-Oh, Dr. Lansford!...says is true. DR. LANSFORD IS MY GOD!” Chopper shouted as his eyes refocused and a smile grew on his face..”Oh, harder, Lansford, I love the way this feels.”

Lansford’s smile grew too, getting the go ahead, he thrust harder then before, not quite all the way in, but mostly there. Just a few more thrusts. 

“AAAAAAHHHHHH~. Again! Please! I’ll obey you forever! I’m yours!”

Pulling back as hard as he could, Lansford plunged deep inside of Chopper, his balls smacking against Choppers reir, making a loud slapping sound.

Chopper didn’t even scream or moan, his face just frozen before any sound could come out, in between the good pain and the endless bliss. Then Lansford pulled most of the way out and did it again. Slap. And again. Slap.  And again. Slap. Each time blowing any last semblance of who Chopper used to be away, if there was any piece of him left anyway. 

“HHHNNGGG!” Lansford’s last plunge took him over, finally orgamsing insdie of Chopper. 

Chopper felt the hot cum fill him up, completing him, in a way. His eyes never leaving Lansford’s scrumped face, before Lansford opened his eyes and looked at Chopper. They both smiled at each other. Chopper looking at his new love and master, and Lansford looking at his new slave and cock sleeve. 

Lansford pulled out, all the way this time, letting his cum run out of Chopper and onto the bed. 

“Clean my cock. Now.”

“Sir, yes Sir!” Chopper proudly said. Despite having little energy left, he crawled over and started cleaning up Lansford’s cock with his tongue. First his head, then under the head, then the shaft, and just getting any cum that ran onto the balls. 

Lansford was pooped. He already had a good nap, but now that he had fucked his toy a few times, getting up tomorrow was gonna be a bitch. He, however, still had one last thing to do. 

Reaching onto the floor where he left his lab coat, he pulled out Chopper’s chastity cage and the key. The one that helped him condition Chopper so well up to this point. This was Chopper’s collar and chain. And it was Chopper’s new life. 

“Now, Chopper. A few months ago I said that when you fully submitted, when all the disobedience and hesitation left your mind, I would let you cum.” Chopper gave no visible reaction, his blank blue eyes never betrayed his thoughts. “Well, here’s the deal. For the next, say two minutes, you can jerk off you little cock as hard as you like. I’ll even let you fondle me while it happens, OK?”

“Sir, yes, sir!” Chopper rang obediently. “I don’t really want to cum sir. My pleasure doesn’t matter.” 

Chopper said it so matter of fact. It was true to him, it was a part of who he was. His cock was already getting soft. 

The idea made Lansford smile. 

“You sure? This really will be the last time you get to cum. You maybe could have orgasmed through stimulating the shaft through the cage before, but from now on you will literally be unable too. When I get enough money and skill, I might even surgically make orgasm impossible, maybe even any pleasure from sex. Still sure?” 

Chopper kept a passive and happy face through this news. “Yes sir. My pleasure doesn’t matter, but, to be honest sir, I can see you enjoy it when I don’t feel pleasure when I can, and I want to make you happy all the time.” Chopper lay his hands on his lap, close to his cock but barely not touching, as if teasing himself. 

Lansford let the two minutes run out before squeezing Chopper cock back in it’s cage, where it rightfully belonged. Lansford locked it with a click and handed the key to Chopper. 

“Break it in your hands for me, then throw it out the window.”

“Sir, yes sir!” Chopper broke it, snapping it in half. It was worthless now, but to really make sure, Chopper pulled open a window and threw it away. It landed in the ocean. Chopper never saw it again.

Lansford turned out the lights in the room, and took Chopper with him to bed. He held Chopper close into his chest, being sure to lie him on a spot that was soaked with cum from their night of fun. Lansford thought he might have heard Chopper lapping up cum from the bed, but payed no mind to it. Soon, with thoughts of dominance and pleasure in one’s mind, and submission and love in the other, they both drifted off to sleep.