Tails was enjoying her stay at the training facility. Everyday, for the past three weeks, she learned new ways to service alpha cocks and how to be a better sex toy. But more importantly, she began to conquer the deep seated fears she never knew she had.
The fear of larger cocks. The fear of pain. The fear of losing her miniscule manhood. But with each orgasm and satisfied alpha, those thoughts shrunk farther and farther into the distance. Her pesky memories of masculinity slowly vanished, and Tails couldn't be happier.
Tonight, there was a party at the facility, for the hardworking staff and rich patrons that funded the place. Tails' had the honorable job of cock cleaner. Basically, the wait staff that catered the party were also sex slaves, and the patrons were allowed to use them on the spot. Tails, as well as a few others, would have to clean the cum and fluids off of their cocks.
She was very excited. At the moment, she was in the dressing room with the other young femboys and girls. Their positions and uniforms were already decided. The waiters wore reverse bunny girl outfits, revealing their flat, little chests and smooth micro penises and pussies.
While the cock cleaners were essentially naked, with a few things here and there. They wore leg binders with knee pads, since that was what they would be on the entire night. Their arms were also bound behind their backs, since they wouldn't be needing them for a while. They had a ring gag that kept their mouths open; the staff didn't want any cock cleaner to get surprised and accidentally bite down on a client. And of course, no bitch was complete without a collar and name tag.
Tonight, Tails had the adorable name cum muffin. It made her feel pretty.
The party would be in an hour, but they wanted the cock cleaners to be a bit warmed up, so for now, they went to their positions in the vast dining hall.
Unlike the rest of the facility, which was cold, sanitized, and filtered in bright, white light. The dining hall was bathed in a warm glow, with waxed, wooden floors and fancy, red wallpaper. Large, round tables, dressed in white cloth, and matching padded, steel chairs scattered throughout the room. There was a stage in the front with a small cat walk and a thick red curtain in the back.
Tails and the rest of the cock cleaners were brought to their positions. The part of the floor where they would kneel at had a small metal ring attached to it, so their handcuffs could link with it. This was in case any of them had the delusion of escaping; of which Tails was not one of them.
As a warm up, they would fellate one of the young wait staff. A femboy for a femboy, and a slut for a slut. Tails' partner was a girly goat boy.
His fur was pure white, save for the black womb tattoo he had. His body was thin and his ass was perky. His nipples were pierced with a chain between them, so the patrons could pull on them for fun. His horns were cut flat, to remove any idea that he was a man at some point. Like Tails, his penis was small, cute, and uncut. His balls were smooth and pink.
Tails stared at the micropenis lovingly. She had learned to love all penises, whether they be large alpha cocks, or tiny, femboy clitties. Of course, she still believed in the rule that the latter should have their orgasms denied and controlled.
Tonight may have been a party and not a single one of the slaves wore a chastity cage, but that did not mean they were allowed to cum. In fact, unauthorized orgasms in front of the patrons would result in an entire year of chastity and torture.
The masochist within Tails was tempted to disobey, but that would get in the way of her bigger desire: Being a loving and caring onahole.
She took the goat boy's penis into her mouth. She couldn't use her lips due to the ring gag, but that didn't really matter. Her tongue was all she needed.
Goat boy's penis was flaccid and soft. Sweet and salty precum dripped from his tip. No matter what tongue technique Tails pulled, her partner never got hard. Tails was jealous. She wished her little clitty would stop getting hard. Forever.
The goat boy was ordered to turn around so his ass was facing Tails. She knew what she had to do and dug her tongue into his pink bussy. They all skipped breakfast and lunch for that night, and had their insides cleaned out twice.
Goat boy's anus smelled of roses, with the faintest hint of cheese. He tasted of salty sweat and sweet lubricant.
Tails continued to lick the boy, both front and back, until it was time. The goat boy went with the other wait staff to the kitchen, while Tails and the cock cleaners waited patiently for the patrons to arrive.
When the time came, music began to play in the speaker. The door opened, alphas, both male and female, in formal wear and masks, entered the room. The wait staff went around with plates of drinks and appetizers. It didn't take long for the action to start.
The patrons ate their snacks and drank their liquors, and started degrading the staff. Degrading became groping. And groping became straight fucking.
The curtains on the stage pulled apart, revealing multiple poles with young dancers in the most skimpy, revealing clothes dancing on them.
Half an hour hadn't even gone by, and the party was already in full swing. Tails didn't have to wait long for her first customer. Even though he was wearing a mask, one could tell by their long face and their even longer cock that he was a horse man.
His cock was covered in alpha cum and bitch fluid. Tails didn't even have to do anything. The alpha male simply grabbed the back of her head and shoved his cock deep into her throat. The taste of sex and the scent of lust made Tails' mind go blank.
But Tails, the pro slut that never panicked in the face of a large penis, snapped out of her stupor and expertly cleaned the man. It only took her a few seconds to get the scum off the meat rod. He pulled out a shimmering, glistening, beautiful cock.
Tails didn't need any thanks for doing her purpose in life, nor did she receive any, as the man sauntered off for his next target, and another came over to Tails.
Not sure if the other cock cleaners had this secondary task, but Vanilla ordered Tails to put her heart and soul into each cleaning. That was the best way for her to stop fearing larger cocks and start loving them.
Tails, of course, still did not understand that. She was so sure that she already was addicted to alpha cock and cum. But if Mommy Vanilla said otherwise, who was she to disagree?
Still, Tails still didn't quite know how to undertake this job. She thought she was an adequate cock cleaner. But it wasn't until the sixth or seventh dirty penis she sucked clean that she realized something.
She wanted to do more than just clean them. She wanted to blow them. Service them. She wanted them to cum into her mouth.
When one of the clients pulled away, she sucked on his cock a bit harder, hoping to keep him in place. Obviously, that didn't work. He just slipped out of Tails' mouth and walked away. The image of the alpha leaving her placed a deep sadness into her heart.
And then it clicked.
Even though the man was a complete stranger. Even though she would most likely never see him again. Her heart already belonged to him. And not just him, but all of them. And not just those in that dining room, or the facility, but all over the world. She was made to pleasure cock and swallow cum.
So when her next customer came, she put her all into servicing him. Not just cleaning the smegma and fluid, but giving him a proper blowjob.
A large bison man came over and presented his dirty, grimy, delicious cock in front of Tails. He shoved it into Tails' mouth and the girly slave went to work.
At most, the clients only ever gave Tails twenty seconds to clean their cocks. They didn't want to waste their time on her when there was a nice little slave prancing around.
But in that window of time, Tails used her expert tongue technique to bring the bison man under control. His back and cock stiffened as Tails showed the alpha just how wet and soft her mouth was.
In just ten seconds, the man's breath hitched and he grabbed the back of Tails head. He wasn't sure whether to push away or to pull deeper. Tails, for once, took charge and chose the latter. Her throat was trained to rival even the tightest of pussies.
Another ten seconds passed and the bison man blew his load into Tails' gullet. Her excellent suction made sure that not a single drop escaped her maw. When the alpha pulled away, his cock was spent, glistening, and new.
The bison man wasn't sure how to feel about the cock cleaner. So he patted her head and went on his way.
Tails, in that moment, felt so much love and reverence in her heart. She thought back to her contest with Cream, and how she lost. Had she been well versed as she was now, things would've been different. The pride in her technique made her want to see her Mistress Rouge as soon as possible. To prove once and for all that she was a good sex toy.
"I saw that, dear."
Tails turned her head and saw Vanilla right beside her in a slutty, red dress.
"You're starting to understand," she said, smiling.
It's all thanks to you, was what Tails wanted to say, but she was gagged, so . . .
"You know, dear, I told Rouge about how well your training is coming along," Vanilla said, and presented her large cock. She shoved it down Tails throat. "Now, don't make me cum just yet. I still have some things to tell you."
Tails nodded with a mouthful of cock.
"Now, Rouge was very excited to hear about your training, so she'll be here later tonight."
That got Tails excited. She couldn't help but lick Vanilla's cock a bit. The rabbit milf gently thrusted her penis in and out of Tails' throat, but continued to talk.
"I think you're just about ready. So, keep up the good work, and Rouge will make you her sex slave again."
Tails quickened her pace, throating the rabbit dick, but making sure to follow her orders.
"Gods, that feels nice," Vanilla giggled. "We'll probably have another contest. Of course, if you lose again . . ."
She grabbed Tails' head and shoved her cock as deep as possible. Tails could almost feel the tip of her penis enter her stomach.
"If you lose again . . . Rouge has tasked me with selling you. I've already turned down so many offers, but . . . that can change very soon."
Perhaps in the past, Tails would've feared disappointing her Mistress. She still felt a bit even now. But more than that, all Tails wanted to do was give Rouge the best blowjob she could. Her clients had taught her this; she was fine with being used and left behind, thankless. Alphas like them and her Mistress never had to worry about betas like Tails.
The latter was just lucky to be in the former's life for just a moment.
"Now, make me cum," Vanilla commanded, and all other thoughts were turned off in Tails' dim little mind. All her focus was on the cock in front of her.
Like with the bison man, Tails pulled out all the stops. In a matter of seconds, Vanilla's grin grew wider and wider. Her legs and back trembled. She put both hands on Tails' head and tried to pull her cock out, but Tails wouldn't have it. There was still a job to do.
Twenty seconds later, Vanilla flooded Tails' insides with cum. When she pulled her cock out, it was shiny and moist with body heat. Vanilla gave Tails' face a couple appreciative taps with her penis.
"You're going to do great," she said, and left to make room for Tails' next client.