Kassius

By Silver Sheep

Sasha tried to act casual as the soldiers climbed aboard the truck. He kept his eyes on the road, pretending he was guarding the house he was standing in front of. While Sasha wasn't defending the house itself, the ram was guarding the hidden weapon cache hidden inside. He had already shooed away two soldiers that were doing a search of the street. He hadn't anticipated their truck pulling up here. They were loading up, ready to head back to their base.

"Are you coming?" asked the ram soldier.

Sasha fiddled with his uniform. He could lie, but this guy looked like an NCO. He looked around, trying to think up an excuse but found none. 

"Yes," he answered finally.

There was no way out of it. He was going to have to get on the truck. He reached up and climbed up onto the back of the vehicle. His AK 47 assault rifle shifted in its sling around his back as he climbed up. It didn't give him confidence that he was armed; it would give them another reason to kill him. He took a seat next to the ram who talked to him. This was bad. He had to get away before they realised he didn't belong to their unit, let alone their army. 

Sasha looked around. Seated in two rows where stony-faced rams of different breeds all wearing the same uniform. They were the occupying force of the communist sheep regime that have invaded his country. He was also a ram so he could pass as one of them, but Sasha knew that he would only have a short time to escape. 

The ruse would only work until they realised they had picked up an extra soldier. The engine came to life as the truck began to move. This was very bad; he was only digging himself deeper into trouble. Sasha watched as the buildings passed by. He wrung his hoof hands as they drove along. 

A lump of fear settled in the pit of one of his stomachs. The truck was turning into one of their barracks buildings. They had stopped at the checkpoint at the entrance. He should run, but it would be suicide trying to escape them this close to their base. Part of him wanted to surrender before they found him out. He let out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding. 

They were let through the checkpoint. The truck travelled into the barracks, driving under a tall archway and into a large courtyard. The courtyard was surrounded on three sides by a four-storey tall U-shaped building. Behind them was a high concrete wall with the only exit, the gate they came through. In the courtyard were armoured cars and more trucks parked in rows. 

Their truck was parking in front of some others. Sasha gulped as the vehicle came to a halt. The others were keen to get out, so he followed along. If he was going to escape, no better time than now. He shifted out from the group and slinked behind the row of trucks. He wanted to run but keep his pace at a brisk walk. He crossed the courtyard walking towards the main gate. 

Sasha rehearsed in his mind what he was going to tell the gate guards. Would he say that he was going on patrol? Should he not say anything and just walk past? After all, they were keeping creatures out, not keeping them in. Should he salute the gate guards when he passed them? He had no idea about this military stuff.

Sasha jumped from his thoughts when he felt someone touch his shoulder. He flipped around to see a border collie. He was dressed in an officer's uniform. His lavender eyes narrowed on Sasha. Sasha remembered that one should salute officers, so that's what he did. 

The border collie smiled as if amused by Sasha's actions, but at least he wasn't shouting for him to be arrested. 

"Comrade, I need your assistance," the canine said. 

"Yes, sir!" Sasha replied. He was trying to remember all the military television shows and movies that would help him pass as a soldier.

The border collie beckoned him to follow. Sasha followed the border collie closely. They walked towards the entrance to the barracks building. Inside the hall was a checkpoint where the officer and Sasha handed over their weapons. Sasha was relieved not to have the rifle anymore at least it was one less reason for them to shoot him. The border collie had handed over his pistol too, so they were both unarmed.

"I need your assistance in the interrogation rooms," said the border collie.

Sasha nodded in reply.

After they crossed the checkpoint the border collie pressed the call button on the elevator near the entrance. The door opened to reveal a small lift. Both Sasha and the border collie entered. The officer pressed a button, and the elevator began to descend.

"You must be new here, I haven't seen you before. My name is Kassius." said the border collie.

Panic rose up in Sasha's chest. He looked up into the border collie's eyes. "Sasha," the ram said after a pause.

The border collie smiled, and it looked almost predatory, but Sasha didn't really notice because he was too busy kicking himself for giving Kassius his real name. Some secret agent he made? His thoughts were interrupted by the elevator doors opening with a mechanical screech. Kassius winched at the sound.

They both stepped out into a dimly lit corridor. The walls, floor and ceiling, were concrete. Lights were running down the hallway placed above heavy metal doors. The doors had smaller hatches placed at the bottom of them. Sasha assumed they were for sliding trays of gruel to the captives. One of these cells would be his new home if he didn't get away soon.

They walked about halfway down before stopping in front of one of the doors marked with the number three. Kassius produced a set of keys from his pocket and slid one into the lock. The lock opened, and Kassius pulled the door open outward. The cell was better lit than the corridor. A figure inside jumped up from the bed and stood at attention at the far wall. Sasha came in following Kassius. The border collie closed the door behind them as Sasha took a better look at the occupant of the cell.

He was a grey wolf with amber eyes, black paw pads and claws with a slightly toned body. He was completely nude and made no attempt at modesty. He was standing at attention like he was a soldier on the parade ground. His expression was passive, almost unreadable. The rest of the cell consisted of a large shelf sticking out the side of the right wall that served as a bed, a stainless steel toilet with a washbasin and a smaller tray attached to the left wall. The walls, floor and ceiling, were all made from polished concrete.

"On your knees Pup," said Kassius in a soft tone.

The wolf got down on his knees. His face dropped into a softer expression as he lowered himself.

"What a good boy?" Kassius said, adding excitement into his voice.

The wolf let out a happy canine whine that sounded more like it came from a pet dog than a wolf-man. The wolf's ears swirled towards Kassius, and his tail wagged to and fro briefly.

"Beggy paws," said Kassius.

The wolf balled up both his hand paws into fists and brought them up to his shoulders, keeping his elbows low. He let out a whine.

"Good boy!" Kassius thundered.

The wolf-man flinched like he was barely containing his excitement. His tail lashed from side to side, switching quickly. Sasha couldn't help but noticed that the pinkish flesh of the wolf's penis had begun to poke out. He was soon in a semi-aroused or lipstick state just from the border collie's demeaning treatment.

"Pup, I've brought a friend. His name is Sasha, he's new here, so he hasn't played find the bone yet," said Kassius.

As soon as Kassius had said "find the bone" the wolf snapped out of his begging posture and into an animated one. His body language oozed enthusiasm from his focused expression to his wagging tail.

"It's time to play, find the bone. Find Sasha's bone Pup!" Kassius said eagerly. 

Sasha wasn't prepared for what happened next. The wolf bounded across the room on all fours and stuck his muzzle into his crotch. The wolf was huffing in-breaths and pressing his muzzle deep into Sasha's crotch sniffing it deeply. Sasha had backed up, backing into Kassius who was standing with his back to the door. The wolf was eagerly nuzzling the ram's crotch with the only thing between him, and his maleness was the stolen army uniform.

"He's harmless. Pup only wants a doggy treat. You should let him have it," whispered Kassius.

The next surprise was when Kassius hooked both his pants and underwear and pulled them down around his ankles. The soft wet tongue lapping across his sheath, and balls was the first sign he knew his pants were down. Sasha let out a surprised cry at this treatment. He reached down to try to push the lapping maw away from his private parts. The wolf was just too determined and continued to lap and lick despite Sasha's gingerly pushes. The ram let out a gasp as the wolf's tongue pushed into his sheath and began to swirl around the head of his penis.

"Sasha, I smelled how nervous you were. Pup's been trained on how to please a man just let him work his magic," whispered Kassius into Sasha's ear.

The ram didn't answer he was too focused on the feeling of the thin, flexible canine tongue doing circuits of the inside of his sheath and head of his penis. The probing tongue was soon pushed out as his hardening ram prick as it swelled to attention—the wolf's maw wrapped around his erection and began sucking and licking. Sasha had never had someone want his cock so badly. He could feel the desperation of his partner for more—a real craving for sheep cock.

Pup acted like a dog with a bone for lack of better words. The small cell was filled with wet slapping noises as the wolf went to town on Sasha's ram cock. This was the absolute last thing that Sasha had expected. He expected a torture chamber or political prisoners but not wolf-man acting like the trained pet. Despite the awkwardness of getting a blowjob with an enemy officer standing right behind him, he could feel his arousal continue to grow.

The wolf had obviously done this before. Sasha couldn't suppress a moan at the sheer amount of pleasure he was receiving. He usually didn't go with guys, but due to the polygamist nature of most sheep families finding an unattached woman was often tricky. Sleeping with a guy didn't have as much stigma as it would in other parts of the world. It was seen as blowing off steam and something good friends did together. Kassius patted his shoulders then he pulled him into a hug. Sasha was losing focus. He could feel his orgasm building very quickly.

Sex had been the last thing on his mind, but he was a grown ram, and the wolf's eager muzzle wanted him so badly. The wolf's saliva dripped down his balls. He was wild, almost a beast he could feel the urgency in his mouth muscles and in the way he sucked and slobbered. Under this onslaught, it didn't take more than a couple minutes for him to blow his load. This was what the wolf wanted. Pup drank down every last pulse of thick ram cream only stopping when Sasha was spent. 

The wolf let go of Sasha's penis as the ram panted while he recovered from the sudden blowjob. He could feel the border collie's breath on his cheek. The sensation pulled him back to reality, he still had to figure out how to escape. The wolf had retreated halfway across the room. Sasha made himself decent, pulling up the army fatigues he turned his gaze to the border collie. Kassius had the grin on his muzzle. It was like this was all part of a game to him.

"What a good pup!" said Kassius.

Pup answered by barking. It was no understandable canine language but a bark made by any four-legged canine. Totally indecipherable to the two-legged variety.

"Well, Sasha, I hope you are feeling a bit better. I didn't bring you down here just for fun. I want you to sit in on an interrogation with me," said Kassius.

"Yes, sir," replied Sasha.

The pair exited the cell with Kassius shopping to lock the door. They walked down the drab concrete hallway coming to the end of the corridor where the hall turned right. Here there were more cells, each one was numbered with numbers going up. They continued on until they came to a metal door that had a nameplate affixed to it. It was labelled interrogation room one. Kassius opened the door and stepped inside.

Inside this room was a ram. His hoof hands were handcuffed to a table that had a loop built into it uniquely designed for that purpose. He was just sitting on a steel chair, but when he saw the border collie, his eyes went wide in fear. It was as if he had seen the pale face of death as far as Sasha could tell. His eyes darted across the room as if the walls were pressing in. Perhaps he was just looking for somewhere to run to.

"Hello, Sergei. I've bought a friend with me to sit in on this interrogation," said Kassius.

There were two chairs on the near side of the table. Sasha picked the left one Kassius picked the right one. After they were seated, Kassius clicked the hand paw claws of his right hand across the table one finger at a time. It was the only sound in the barren room. The sound drew Sergei's attention. He stared at the border collie's claws as they tapped on the table.

"You're very sick, Sergei. So sick that you do not seek treatment," said Kassius.

"I swear it was a clerical error; we never received those ammunition boxes," pleaded Sergey.

Kassius put a finger to his own muzzle and shushed him.

"It's going to be alright. I'm just going to slip you into a nice trance, and with some hypnotic herding we can get to the bottom of this," said Kassius.

Sasha watched as the other ram's eyes grew wide, and then they focused. They focused on Kassius. It only took a few moments for the sheep to start staring intently at the border collie. Sasha kept his gaze focused on Sergei, but he could hear Kassius's lips smack as he licked across his canine lips. The other ram was ignoring him. His eyes were focused only on the border collie, on Kassius.

"You haven't seen my eyes before. You must have heard of them judging by how afraid you are of me. The reality is much different than the stories. It's not painful; it's not terrifying; it's more like a dip in a pool. It's like sinking down into a body of water without having to need to breathe just that gentle floating sensation. It soon gets mixed up whether you're floating higher or lower; all that matters is that feeling." said Kassius.

Sasha noticed Kassius was talking in a near monotone. His voice was taking on an even cadence. He was slowly and carefully pronouncing each word as if he was trying to speak to someone in a panic with a soft, soothing voice.

"You're doing very well Sergei, you shouldn't be afraid to talk to with a Hypnotic Herder. Even if you make a mistake, it's best that you confess so we know you need help and that we can correct you. I know it must be scary sometimes looking at those bright border collie eyes, staring into them. You get a bit lost for words. Sometimes it is best not to speak; sometimes, it is best just to stare," said Kassius.

Sergei's muzzle dropped, his facial muscles slackened, but his eyes were locked into place. The tension in his arms melted, going loose and limp on the table.

"You're slipping, no one can resist my unique shepherd's gaze. Speaking of confessions, I've got something to confess myself. You're not really in trouble. No, you did nothing wrong. You're helping me right now in fact. I know another ram. A shy, nervous ram who was trying to slink away. One that I need to interrogate," said Kassius.

Sasha looked over towards Kassius, wide-eyed. He was about to ask what Kassius meant when he noticed them. Kassius's eyes. The border collie's eyes were glowing; they were shining quite brightly. Even just the side on view was enough that Sasha found he couldn't look away, his gaze was locked. Those eyes were magical; there is something unnatural about them. Eyes were not meant to glow, but here they were; he couldn't deny his own senses. Part of him thought he should look away and try and make a run for it.

"Isn't that delightful Sergei? You can drift into a trance, knowing that you helped me capture an infiltrator. I'm sure he will answer all my questions real soon," said Kassius.

The room darkened all that Sasha could see was Kassius's eyes. They were so beautiful, staring at them made all the days stress melt away. Kassius's muzzle turned to look in Sasha's direction. Now, under full effect of Kassius's gaze, Sasha's head began to feel heavy, sluggish like his body was coated in molasses. Sasha's maw dropped as Kassius's eyes locked with his. Soon, the glowing lavender changed; they began to spin—two shades lavender and lilac.

"Oh, Sasha if that's even your real name. If only you could have slinked away sooner. You should really leave such craftiness to a border collie like me. You're feeling it, that heaviness on your mind. All those thoughts, slowing down, becoming sluggish," said Kassius.

Sasha found his eyes were growing very heavy. Part of them wanted to close them, and the other wanted to keep looking at the beautiful lavender and lilac gaze of the border collie across the way. The edges of his vision darkened. He slowly blinked. He opened his eyes again, finding them more heavily than before. His breath was coming out in soft, deep whiffs. He breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth; Kassius was fascinating! He had been too afraid to look too closely at the border collie, but now he could indulge.

"Sasha, I know you want to close your eyes. First, you must empty your mind. Just let go of all those thoughts can you pour them away like taking a plug out of the bath and letting the water drain away. Much like water are your thoughts. You want to be empty. It's so easy to be empty, just let them flow away, just let them drain away, Sasha," said Kassius.

The next thing Sasha remembered was opening his eyes again. He was still in the same room only now Sasha was sitting where Sergei had been. His hand hooves were now cuffed to the table. He thought he would be more alarmed by the sudden turn of events, but instead, he felt calm. They wouldn't shoot him now he was captured. He had missed that part. The stressful point was where he was found out. He dumbly looked down at the shiny metal handcuffs securing his hooves together. His mind drew a blank he didn't remember being cuffed.

He looked up and noticed that Kassius was sitting across from him. The border collie had a smile on his muzzle, the tip of his lavender tongue poking past his lips. His eyes weren't as strange as before. They were the same as when he first saw him out in the courtyard. A new item was on the table; it was a cassette recorder. Kassius reached down with one of his hand paws and clicked the play button. Soon voices were playing through the recorder coming out of its small speaker. Sasha recognised the first voice as his own.

"The resistance gave me a captured uniform and weapon. I was to stand outside of the house with the weapons cache and claim that I had already searched the building as they did their sweep," said Sasha's voice on the recording.

"That was your plan? You didn't expect to come back on the truck, did you?" said Kassius's voice from the tape.

"When they were leaving one of the soldiers spotted me, they told me to get on the truck. I was only meant to be a decoy not infiltrate anywhere. I had no identity papers. I didn't want to blow my cover, so I had to get on the truck with the others," said Sasha's voice from the recording.

Kassius clicked the stop button, and the recording stopped it's playback.

"What a silly ram you are? Did you really think we would be that asleep at the wheel not to notice we had picked up a new ram?" asked Kassius.

Sasha didn't answer; he knew he was done for. This border collie had somehow gotten him to confess everything. It was his voice on the tape.

"You don't have to speak if you don't want to. I just wanted to wake you up from your trance and show you what a bad ram you've been. I find it absolutely delicious when my prey know that they're completely trapped. Sometimes they beg, sometimes they plead or like you, they sit there in stunned silence," said Kassius.

Sasha turned away from the border collie, his intense gaze was too much for the ram to sustain.

"I love my job. I love loling my enemies until a nice deep trance. It makes confessions so simple. I only want the truth. I didn't make you lie even though I could. The confession is only the beginning. When your life is forfeit, when it's mine to do with what I please. That's when things get interesting," said Kassius.

"So I'm to be martyred then?" asked Sasha, turning his gaze back to Kassius.

The border collie laughed.

"So, melodramatic! No, I have no use for a corpse. What I do need is another ram for the Hypnotic Herding program," said Kassius.

Sasha's lips curled back as he felt the bile rise up the back of his throat. His expression wasn't lost on the border collie who only seemed to revel in it.

"I know how to break men down. Pup was so loyal he resisted all our interrogation tactics until I had a crack at him. After I made him snitch on all his comrades, I made sure his loyalty was put to good use in his new capacity," said Kassius.

The border collie clicked his tongue.

"For you, as a sheep, you can be redeemed. We have made a re-education program for our malcontents. It has changed unhappy rams and ewes into patriots," said the border collie.

"I'm not a part of your commie junta!" said Sasha.

"Not yet. My flock is always looking for new sheep," said Kassius.

Sasha felt he was falling then he opened his eyes. It was the same dream again. The day he had been captured. He was in his cell where he had been held for the past three months. 

His cell was an alcove. It had three walls and where the fourth wall should be was left open into the corridor. There was a painted white line across the floor where his cell met with the hallway. They had done a number on his mind. The line on the floor may as well have been a solid wall. He could only cross the boundary when the hypnotic herder's willed it. 

The place was a prison without bars. Sasha and his fellow captives were bound by its rules. Out in the hall was a white square painted on the floor. There was one for him and one opposite for the prisoner across the way. When it was time, he would stand on the square, and one of those hypnotic dogs would do an inspection. 

When he first came here, he resisted the orders. He would fight the brainwashing as his body ached with phantom pain and his mind grew anxious to the point of panic. It always went away when he complied. If he didn't resist and obeyed quickly, a shot of pleasure went up and down his spine. He soon found it much easier to conform than to struggle when it got him nowhere. He was beginning to wonder how much longer he would be their prisoner.

Good sheep obey, Good sheep are docile. Sasha shook his head. The thoughts they put in his mind had a way to whisper to him if he wasn't paying attention.

There was a sound; it was the click of canine claws. They were early today. Sasha pulled back the covers and sat on the bed. He stopped himself from standing next to the line. The most brainwashed sheep would stand near the line as soon as they heard those claws. Click, click, click. 

He tightly gripped the bed as he heard the hypnotic herder draw near. Deep down, he knew it would feel good to stand up and move near the line. Good sheep are eager to please their shepherds. Sasha inhaled a sharp breath trying to distract himself from the mantras replaying in his mind. 

The lights in the hallway slowly increased in brightness as the figure came into view. It was Kassius! The border collie was nude showing off his toned muscles and soft fur. His lavender eyes met with his. His muzzle turned into a smile like he was greeting an old friend. Sasha had a better view of his shep- Kassius, he had typical black and white border collie markings covering his body, but where the black would meet the white there was a stripe of violet separating them.

"Hello, Sasha. My comrades have been talking about you. They say you are still trying to resist our hypnotic herding protocols," said Kassius. 

Sasha was barely holding on. A large part of him wanted to give in to them, their brainwashing was so intense.

"It is going to be okay. I'm here now. Come and stand here," said Kassius. 

Sasha stood up and stood on the square out in the hall. He shuddered as the obedience induced pleasure washed over him. Suddenly the border collie kissed his cheek and brushed the side of his face.

"That's right. It feels good to be an obedient ram, huh?" asked Kassius.

Sasha nodded there was no hiding it from Kassius. The border collie pulled back. His strange eyes began to spin and spiral: Lavender and lilac spinning spiralling. 

Sasha let out a soft sigh as he stared into Kassius's hypnotic gaze. The feeling of trance was becoming more and more familiar to the ram. It was so easy to sink. Kassius made it easy, his power was compelling, and his words so confident.

"Sasha, look into my eyes. That's right, such a good sheep," said Kassius.

Sasha could feel his vision narrow, and his mind was becoming blank. His thoughts slowed until they popped like bubbles. He could only focus on Kassius.

"Have you been holding out waiting for me to personally hypnotise you?" asked Kassius. 

"Yes," said Sasha, his voice sounded sluggish, but he was telling the truth.

Deep down, he wanted Kassius to heal him of his sickness, make him love pure sheep communism. There was no more lying to himself the puzzle pieces that other hypnotic herders had placed in his mind were being put together.

Kassius stroked Sasha's chest, his potent, firm touch soon made his cock firm out. Kassius moved his hand paws lower, caressing Sasha's stomach. The ram sighed as he kept his eyes locked on his shepherd; he loved how Kassius touched him. It was like they were lovers, all the other Hypno Herder's here were gentle, but Kassius was intimate, there was passion in his actions.

"Sasha, may I undress you and help you with the heat between your thighs?" purred Kassius.

"Yes, my shepherd," said Sasha.

Kassius reached up to the zipper pull of Sasha's jumpsuit; he slowly pulled the zipper down, only stopping to stroke his wool. Sasha let the jumpsuit slide down off his shoulders and down around his legs. Kassius tugged down Sasha's underwear revealing the ram's arousal. 

"You are happy to see your shepherd," remarked Kassius.

Suddenly the border collie grasped Sasha's cock and began stroking in long slow strokes. 

"Well, now I've got you. Any remaining resistance is locked up in those balls. When you cum, it's going to shoot out, and you'll be healed," said Kassius.

A small part of Sasha's mind screamed at him, but the collie's touch felt so good. Good sheep obey, good sheep are docile. The powerful words played in his internal monologue. He was much more open to them now. Good sheep, Sasha wanted to be a good sheep.

Kassius's soft paw pads ran the length of Sasha's cock. They felt much better than his hoof hands. Springy supple paw pads wrapped in a tight but gentle grip. His shepherd's loving touch.

"That's right, I'm going to make you cum. Cum out all that disobedience and doubt. Make you a happy, placid, honey ram," said Kassius.

The border collie increased his pace, and the hypnotised ram stood there in a deep lovely trance. Kassius was losing his self-discipline and allowing his own arousal to bloom. The lavender coloured spaded tip of his canine cock had slipped out of his sheath.

Usually, he could control his lust but helping one of his lost sheep reintegrate into the flock just pushed his buttons. He kept pumping away at Sasha's cock. He knew that Sasha had been programmed and conditioned by his comrades. Now his ram only needed his touch and one last orgasm for the brainwashing to be cemented in.

Sasha was close; he could feel the last of his doubts and fears bubble down to his balls. With this orgasm, he would be their ram. It was beginning to feel better. The best way to be was in the herd with his shepherd's watching over him and the rest of the flock. Kassius was his comrade; he had come back to free him of his fears.

There, blissed out in a deep trance, he came. Thick creamy ropes of ram cum splattered over the floor. It was as if a bathtub plug had been removed and all the pain and fear of the last few years under the occupation, liberation, no it was liberation, had been drained away like water. He couldn't resist as the hypnotically placed commands activated all at once. The puzzle was solved, all the pieces fit into place.

Kassius watched as his ram creamed. He let him go as he watched the ram's cock twitch as each pulse of cum shot forth. He knew Sasha was made whole now, no more doubt about his place in the flock, his mind sparkling clean. The border collie's cock stood at attention like a soldier on the parade ground. He didn't touch himself. He had to act strong in front of his flock.

"That's right Sasha, you're mine now. You belong to the Hypnotic Herders, and you love it. Yes, just a docile, obedient part of the flock," Kassius murmured.

His lips curled back into a snarl-like grin as he saw Sasha shudder again, this time with joy. He was a good ram now moulded like putty in Kassius's paws.