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Disclaimer: I didn't wear any pants while writing this. More Important Disclaimer: Contains Furry Smut. Seriously, I mean a metric fuck load. Most of it in the M/M variety, but despite my best intentions, the gangbang scene at the end of this twelve page story got a little wild. Sorry. *Sweatdrop*. If your underage don't read this, as it might twist your innocent little mind. *coughs*

Furs who read the first part of this story series will notice that Mycaelis' character changes a lot, and that ties into how such a loving father from Part I of this series could torture a fur in Part III of 'Dinner Date'. It's plot related. *Gasp*. Sorry this took so long, hopefully it was worth the wait. Thanks again to Purplewoof for his advance feedback.

Rin, Dev, and Eden are copyright LittleVixen712. Zeke, Drake (uncredited), and Star are copyright Eldyran, Grylor is copyright himself, used with his permission. Mycaelis is copyright Eldyran, but created with suggestions from Slumovsky. Even Mycaelis knows Not to Taunt Happy Fun Ball(tm) !!!

Family Business - Part II - Taking Care of Business

2006 by Eldyran and Grylor

"Objection."

"Overruled."

Judge Carver glanced back to Mycaelis over after peering at Ms. Starling over the brim of his horn rimmed glasses; the thick, coke bottle lens distorting his stern, dark stare. The old badger seemed to huff a bit, as if inhaling to add force to what he was about to say.

"Mr. Avenches, please offer proof of some semi-regular income, so that the state may establish proof you are able to support your son in a decent standard of living."

"Yes your Honor ..." With that Mycaelis stood up, smoothed out the few wrinkles in his well cut Italian suit, and handed some paperwork to the bailiff. The female husky in turn handed copies to the Ms. Starling and Judge Carver before she resumed her regular place. The judge poured over the bank statements with a stern eye, shuffling over the pages of deposits and withdrawals.

"Mr. Avenches, most of these deposits were made this past month. Can you please explain to the court why?" The judge pulled out a highlighter and marked down some things on his copy. Mycaelis inhaled, calming himself before he spoke.

"I finished three of my four latest documentaries this past month, and other royalties from previous ones also came in. As you can see, I manage my budget ..." The perfectionist female wolf lawyer for the state balked at this statement.

"Objection, your Honor! These deposits are all from money orders ... which does not establish any proof of his outrageous ..."

The old badger puffed up a bit, his gray fur bristling.

"Overruled ... Mr. Avenches ... this court understands that your income is unusual, and so it will not place a further burden of proof upon you. However I would ask that you keep a close eye on your funds." Ms. Starling tried to chime in again.

"But your Honor ...!" The grizzled badger gritted his teeth, his dark eyes glowering.

"Ms. Starling, will you approach the bench?" The picture perfect female wolf with wire framed glasses looked startled for a moment, and then skittered up to the badger, now nervous. Mycaelis gave a smug grin, and turned to smile back at Samuel, the lynx who sat in the back row of the courtroom. The sly feline doctor nodded back to his lover, watching the exchange up at the podium with some measure of satisfaction. While the lawyer was busy in conference with the court, Grylor peeked his tan lupine head into the court and sneaked in.

The preteen wolf wore a nice formal black dress and blouse with black high heels, with green lipstick covering his muzzle lips, the green of the lipstick matching his jade eyes perfectly. Mycaelis' own light green eyes grew wide, their similarities in fur and eye coloration too close to be simple coincidence. He doubted that even Ms. Starling would recognize Grylor dressed as a female, and his perfume would likely mask his scent. Still, he didn't want to take any chances. He shooed his son back out of the courtroom with a flourish of paw signals, his fangs bared. Grylor ducked his head and gave a silent whine before he slipped back out of the room, undetected. As soon as he was out of sight, Mycaelis turned back to the judge and stood up.

"Your Honor? Could I request a recess?" The judge looked up from the frustrated, admonished female lupine and banged his gavel.

"Very well ... the court grants a fifteen minute recess." His stared shifted back down to the lupine in front of him.

"I urge Ms. Starling to take this time to collect her composure, as further outbursts will result in this court's contempt." She huffed once before she snapped her parted muzzle shut and stormed out of the courtroom. Mycaelis sighed and left the courtroom, already tired. His son had again almost inadvertently destroyed his careful laid plans to keep what little of his family reminded together. He wanted to be angry, but now was not the time to express it. As he stepped out of the courtroom, Samuel joined him and put a paw on his chest.

"Mike. Can we talk?"

"Sam ... I need to talk to Grylor ..."

"It will only take a minute. You have fifteen ..."

"Okay," Mycaelis sighed and nodded his head, "I suppose I owe you that much, for pulling some strings and getting us a judge who hates that bitch as much as I do. I can't understand what Grylor's mother saw in her."

"Yeah ... it's a mystery even to me. But ... I wanted to talk about ... us ..." The lynx bit his lip, hoping the wolf wouldn't be mad for bringing this up. Ever since the funeral of Grylor's mother, Mycaelis seemed to be drifting further and further away from him.

"Us?"

"Yeah. Us. Look, I know how you feel about your son, and him about you, but even though it's ... unusual ... I hope that it won't come between us, you know?"

Mycaelis looked away before Samuel took a paw and turned the wolf's face back to him.

"Mike. It's not like that. I promise. I'm not some sick kink who wants to get involved with your film business. I'm actually camera shy if you can believe that. I just want to ... be with you ..."

"I know," Mycaelis replied, looking down at his well polished shoes, "And I know if it hadn't been for you, Grylor would most likely be in a foster home right now, but ..."

"But ...?" The lynx looked worried, fearing the worst.

" ... Things are just complicated right now. I need to take care of business. Grylor comes first, and he always will. Anything else ..." The lynx closed his amber eyes, tears threatening to spill down the gray fur of his black striped cheeks.

"Okay Mike ... I get the idea ... just know ... I ... lo ..." The wolf pushed a paw to the feline's lips, silencing him.

"I know Sam. I know ..." The lynx turned and walked away before he could break down in front of the male he loved and create a spectacle for the many passerby's who milled around just outside the courtroom. Mycaelis rubbed his eyes and snout, that confrontation being much harder than he expected. He glanced up at a brass grandfather clock in the hallway.

Ten minutes.

He scanned the hallway for his cross dressing son, but didn't see him. He noticed the door to the female restroom was ajar, and his fur bristled. He strode to side of the door and sniffed; the light scent of Grylor's perfume drifted in the air.

"Ms. Stillwater, you think you're coy, do you? Hiding in there? Let me tell you something, I've had it up to here with you. Oh you think that I'll forgive you for this serious lack of discretion? You ... just ... wait ..."

There was a quiet whimper from inside the small restroom, and Mycaelis closed the door and walked away, fuming...

* * * * *

Grylor watched through the sedan's passenger side window as the Seattle suburbia passed him by. The intermittent lights of lamp posts danced off his fur as they drove by; the February night closing in fast around them. The tires of the sedan sloshed its way through some snow and slush, but his father didn't ease off the accelerator even once. He glanced over to his father, whose grim, solemn features were draped in heavy shadow. He tore his gaze away and shivered. He didn't like his father when he was like this. It started the night his father caught him messing with his cameras. He had changed.

Before he realized it, the sedan pulled into the driveway of their new house. Grylor didn't want to move out of his mother's old house, but his father insisted, saying something about a will. As a concession, Mycaelis allowed Grylor to keep any of his mother's things he wanted too. The only thing Mycaelis kept was framed picture of all of them in the hospital delivery room. They held him together, his mother in her hospital bed, his father with a camera, and him as a newly born puppy, swathed in bloody towels. Grylor never understood why his father picked that picture to keep, as gore always used to make him ill before.

Mycaelis didn't even wait for the engine to come to a complete stop before he pulled the emergency brake and yanked the key out of the ignition. He got out, slammed the driver's side door shut, and stormed over to Grylor's side of the car. Grylor's eyes widened and he whimpered, moments before he slammed his paw down on the door lock. Mycaelis tried the handle and growled, before whipping out his keys again. Grylor squealed in terror and tried to scramble out of the passenger side seat to the back, but the older wolf had the door open before he even realized it.

The preteen wolf screamed as he felt a paw clamp on his legs and drag him out of the car. His black dress rode up to his black lace panties and his claws tore into the car's upholstery, desperate for purchase. The fabric ripped free and Grylor felt a paw clamp around his muzzle, his father doing a fireman's carry of him right through the front door of their new house. Mycaelis stormed down the chilly basement stairs and threw the disobedient preteen onto a pile of old blankets in the corner. Grylor yipped as the blankets almost broke his fall, and his back slammed hard against the unyielding cement floor, knocking the wind from his lungs.

Before he had time to react, Grylor felt a pair of knees pin his hips to either side, and something clamped around his neck. His paws shot up to his neck, but the steel spikes on his collar warded any feeble attempts to tear it away. A back paw snapped his muzzle hard to the left, and Grylor's world grew dim and fuzzy around the edges. He closed his eyes before the spinning world could make him vomit all over the basement floor. The taste of new leather and bitter iron bit into his taste buds as his split lips were muzzled. Grylor shook, trembled on the blankets and whimpered, too afraid to open his now ice blue eyes. He heard the clink of a thick steel chain secured to a ring in the concrete wall, and then to his collar. He was a common dog now. A bad, bad doggie...

He didn't know how long he waited for the next blow to come. He cowered for what seemed to him like an eternity, before he realized he shivered not now from fear, but from cold. He opened his eyes, but his father was no where to be seen. He whined and pulled a blanket over to cover himself. The harsh incandescence from the single 100 watt bulb in the basement burned into his retinas, and he closed his eyes again, his head still dizzy from the brutal blow his father gave him. Grylor huddled into the blanket, alone and scared.

Mycaelis meanwhile was in their bedroom, lying on their shared bed. He clutched the picture of Grylor's mother to his chest and bawled, tears streaming down the tan fur of his muzzle.

"Maurice ... I can't do this!" He cried out between sobs, "I'm not strong enough ..."

You have to Michael. I'm not around anymore to do it for you.

"But I LOVE HIM!" Mycaelis slammed a balled fist into the side of his muzzle, not knowing what else to do to express his rage; his frustration.

And that's why Michael. If you love him, you'll do this. Do it for me Michael ...

Mycaelis opened his light green eyes and looked around for a moment in the bedroom.

"Maurice?" There was no one there. She was still gone, and he was still alone. He sniffled a bit before pulling the chain for the lamp beside the bed, the immense guilt of her death still weighed heavy on his mind...

* * * * *

Grylor was in his mother's sedan again. But this time he made sure that his seat belt was secure. Maybe this time his mother would keep her eyes on the dark road in front of her. She still talked on her cell phone to her ... friend ... the stunning, attractive, and smart female wolf with wire framed glasses that always came over to their house, the one who spent a lot of nights over. It was like a great adult female sleep over, and he felt jealous he was never invited. Sometimes they giggled a lot upstairs. Sometimes they moaned.

Maybe this time, with one free paw on the steering wheel instead of on his seat belt, she would be able to control the spin of the car as it hit the black ice, which now lay just beyond the beam of the headlights. He tried to yell out, but he couldn't get his voice louder than the argument over the phone. Something about his father...

For some reason he was muzzled, and he watched in horror as a small shadow appeared on the dark road in front of him. It all happened in slow motion again, and Grylor couldn't do a thing to stop it. Every night... The same nightmare... He found himself rolling over and over again, before coming to a rest upside down ...

... against the basement wall. The light from the harsh bulb seared his eyes when tried to open them, and he pulled both of his paws up to his face to shield them. Another kick to his side made him grunt, the muzzle muffling his yelp of pain. His father's rough, angry voice boomed in his tan ears.

"I said get up, bitch." Grylor whined and got up, his knees shaking. His father's paw gripped the chain on his collar and pulled him off his hind feet, which kicked, jerked as the spiked collar choked him. A strangled yipe barley escaped past his muzzled lips, and Grylor felt his bladder let go. A trail of hot urine streamed down the fur of his legs to pool on the cement basement floor.

Mycaelis was not pleased. He shook the chain back and forth, and Grylor's body continued to choke, flopping like a fish strung up out of water, before he dropped his own son unceremoniously to the floor again. Grylor's lungs gasped in precious air before he felt a paw at the back of his skull, forcing his nose into the steaming pool of piss.

"Smell that reek you little piss wolf? It's you. You're a fucking little disobedient sissy pup. And your going to learn some respect ..." Mycaelis rubbed Grylor's face into the pool, the strong scent of urea soaking into his tan fur there, making the preteen wolf's eyes water and burn. His father let go of him and unchained him from the wall. He clawed the dress off his son and stripped him naked.

"Now, go upstairs to the bathroom and clean yourself up in the shower. You will learn to show some respect, obedience to your Master. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?" Grylor nodded, but did not whine this time. His father kicked him in ass, and Grylor fled, his tail tucked between his legs. "When you come back down I want eggs for breakfast this morning. And if you dare put something in my coffee I'm going to beat the living merda out of your little worthless ass."

Grylor ran upstairs to the second floor and was about to enter the bathroom when he skidded next to a stop beside their bedroom. The portable phone sat on its charging base on top of the nightstand. He skittered over to it, his wary ears perked to any sound of his father coming up the steps. He picked up the phone and hit the call button, ready to dial for help. Instead his father's voice answered on the phone downstairs in the kitchen.

"Consider this the new Fascio little one. I am now the State. I will monitor your communications with the outside world. I will become your life. In return for your loyalty and obedience, I will protect you from the ridicule of the liberals who would take you away from my loving, caring paws. Together, we will forge a 'Pact of Steel' that none shall break. But this attempt at Rivoluzion, little one, will cost you. You will not share breakfast with me this morn. You will serve it to me and watch as I eat it. And then perhaps you will understand. Now ... I am getting hungry ... and impatient. Clean up and come downstairs, we will be having guests shortly."

The phone clicked empty air, and Grylor whined, looking at the receiver in his paws. He set the pawset down into its base and trudged to the shower, defeated.

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Later that night as Mycaelis pulled the thick blankets over their mutual naked, furred forms; he nuzzled the back of his son's neck. Grylor murred and pressed backwards into his father's loving embrace, still muzzled. Their mutual body heat kept the cold of a typical Seattle's winter night at bay, and Grylor felt paws run up and down his slimmer, naked chest; his father's touch affectionate, gentle.

"So tell me, little one. Is the muzzle ready to come off? Will you submit to me now?' Grylor closed his jade eyes and nodded, his heart full of sincerity. Mycaelis undid the leather binds to the muzzle and slid it off. Grylor turned around and lapped at his father's larger muzzle.

"There, there little one... Are you not tired? My two trainers were quite harsh on you today ..."

"But I love you Daddy! Let me show you ..." With that the smaller wolf climbed on top of his father, his own hips astride of the larger lupine's. Grylor leaned down and kissed Mycaelis, sliding his small tongue between his father's muzzle lips. He ground their sheaths together, their loose skins pulled back to expose the sensitive, slick flesh of their pink tips, which now slid against each other.

"Ohhhh Grylor ..." Mycaelis groaned out, running his paws up his son's chest, his claws teasing the taut nubs of flesh there. This caused Grylor to squeal and squirm atop him, his hardening wolf cock squirting small jets of pre unto the older lupine's own. Mycaelis was through being patient. He grabbed the scruff of his son's neck and forced him chest first to the mattress.

Grylor moaned out as his father lapped at his secret entrance, and his bushy tail twitched with excitement, pleasure. The rough buds of the large lupine tongue caused his tail hole to flex, clench around the thick muscle. His father's skillful, experienced tongue slathered his sensitive pucker with slick spit. Grylor groaned in disappointment as he felt the wonderful organ leave his virgin entrance. He gasped and clutched pawfulls of sheet as he felt something slick, hot, and tapered slide just inside his tail hole, the tight ring of muscles clenching instinctively around it. His own stiff erection jutted hard into the mattress underneath him.

"Oh yes Daddy! Please! More!"

"I'm not your Daddy anymore, Pet. I'm your Master. You will address me as such." Mycaelis bit gently down on Grylor's ear before giving it a long, sensual lick.

"Yes ... Master. Please. Make Pet your Bitch." Grylor looked back at his fathers puzzled expression, and Grylor giggled, rolling his hips so that another bit of his father's length parted his virgin hole. "The female in the courtroom with you today used to say that to Mother." Mycaelis rolled his eyes but grinned. He put his paws on Grylor's back and pressed down, forcing the adolescent's rump at a better angle so that he could sheath himself into Grylor's fleshy confines.

He shoved his thick, slick meat into Grylor's tight ass, knowing that it would hurt a bit. At this point all he wanted to do was ride his son's ass good and hard, and Mycaelis gasped as he felt himself sink into Grylor's hot insides. Grylor grunted in pain before his body adjusted to the much larger girth. It did hurt, but it felt so wonderful to have something hot and hard inside of him, mashing his prostrate up against his insides. All he could do was pant and grunt as a stab of pain and pleasure raced through him, radiating from deep inside.

Grylor felt the tip hit resistance, and he gave a half moan, half bark. A hard budge distended his lower belly, and his father withdrew halfway, before shoving his hard member back inside the preteen pup. Grylor's form pressed into the mattress, now quivering, his small adolescent cock gushing a steady stream of slick pre. Mycaelis groaned out his son's name, their sweaty forms heaving a steady, primal rhythm. The mattress rocked back and forth with each of Mycaelis' brutal thrusts, and the poor preteen wolf's limbs sprawled outwards in a feeble attempt to steady himself.

Grylor's claws dug into the mattress; his smaller paws balling the sheet in his fists, crying out in deep pleasure. His bushy tail thumping hard against his father's chest again and again. Mycaelis felt his knot slip from his sheath to bump up against Grylor quivering ring of anal muscle, and his large furry sacs slapped rhythmically against his son's smaller set.

Mycaelis' thrusts deepened, forcing his knot hard into Grylor's clenched fuck hole. Intense pressure surrounded his slick, engorged flesh before his son's pucker finally gave way, and his knot sank deep inside the fleshy heaven of his own flesh and blood. Grylor squealed out and shook as he shot his thick, salty load into the sheets underneath him, and Mycaelis groaned out as his son's ass convulsed around his thick wolf cock.

In the shadows in the corner of their bedroom, a red LED light blinked on and off repeatedly, the unseen camcorder recoding this once in a lifetime event for ... posterity. Both wolves howled out in pain, pleasure as Mycaelis came hard, deep inside Grylor, his hot seed splashing against Grylor's virgin insides. Mycaelis collapsed on top of his son...

* * Four Years Later * *

...and nuzzled the scuff of the seventeen year old wolf. Mycaelis' arms locked around Grylor's chest, now almost as wide as his. Grylor murred in happiness, his muzzle tight around the leather ball gag. His paws flexed, now bound behind his back. Father squeezed son tighter against his body, protective of his only love. He buried his muzzle into Grylor's fur, and relished how their similar scents mingled together. Still, something was missing. There had been three. Now, just two.

"Grylor, do you know what tomorrow is?" His son nodded. "Yes, that's right. It's your eighteenth birthday. Before that happens, before you become an adult, I think it's time ..." Grylor looked back with a puzzled _expression to his master, his lover, and his father, whose knot was still deep inside of him. His furry ears twitched in anticipation.

"... You find a brother."

Grylor squealed through the ball gag and squirmed. His jade eyes lit up, filled with happiness and excitement.

* * * * *

An hour later they arrived to the basement rooms of 'The Collision Down Under'. Few furs were allowed down to this area of the club, as all manner of debauchery occurred here, some of it illegal. The boom and thuds of the techno base on the main dance floor above shook the walls even down here, helping to cover over the cries of passion, pleasure, and some of pain. Most of the rooms were closed, a bouncer posted at each door. Access to these chambers of depravity were granted via 'invite only'. A score of furs milled about in the pit area around a circular bar infamously known as 'Cecond Circle'.

No flashy dance strobes or DJ music added any further atmosphere to the already stark brimstone bitted decor, but the thundering bass from the main dance floor above added just enough background ambiance to keep prying ears from listening in to discreet conversations and ill gotten negotiations. A series of small bright red neon flames lit the bar area, but dim lighting bathed the rest of the tables in darkness, to discourage prying eyes.

Mycaelis tugged on the chain around Grylor's collar with one paw, a AV suitcase in the other. He straightened his finest Giorgio attire, smoothing out the wrinkles, before descending the few steps to the pit area. He took his time, as Grylor couldn't see with the sensory deprivation hood on, and he didn't want his Pet hurt.

Yet.

Grylor's hind feet gingerly stepped down in sequence, and his nervous paws ran up and down his latest present for good behavior. The bondage harness still creaked with each subtle movement from the subservient lupine, and a series of leather straps wrapped around his form to evenly spaced 'O' rings on his chest, navel, and sheath. His muzzle was free of the hood, though he would not speak unless spoken too first, and with the hood on, Grylor couldn't hear anyone. Quite the Catch-22. So Grylor consigned himself to not speaking, as any well trained and obedient pet should.

Mycaelis scanned the bar and the booth around the main area for potential candidates. He first spotted several male furs grouped around a snow leopard in the finest tailor designed flash pants and shirt he had ever seen, who was busy having some of his groupies manicure his claws.

Too vain.

He spotted a short 'yote in gutter chic trying to ply his services to several patrons, who caught the scent of trash and scat on his breath, and moved on.

Too dirty.

He spied a rather brawny boar over at the bar entertaining several furs with his surprising wit and charm, accented with the occasional bicep flex for measured humor. The group burst into peals of mutual laughter along with their host, who spoke upon a broad range of political and historical topics. Mycaelis gave a predatory grin.

Potential.

He sundered over to the bar, Grylor in tow, intending to speak with the manager, when he spotted Grylor's new sibling. The wolf in question hunched over the bar, masking his tall stature, absorbed in some strong brew of his disliking. The muscles of his upper body cut sharp, defined lines into his well worn plain black cotton shirt. His blue jeans were ripped in several places, as if he threw them on at the last moment before heading here, trendiness the farthest thing from his mind at the time. His hind feet shuffled a bit in his beat up sneakers; as if conscious they were not surrounded with protective steel inserts.

The almost tangible chip on his right shoulder made the arm attached to it twitch. The large lupine's left paw gripped a half empty glass of the Captain's worst, and his brooding gray eyes bore holes into the reinforced glass bar counter top; the stare almost militant. And yet despite his apparent lack of sophistication, his fur was spotless and well groomed. This wolf hid his elitist ideals well, for the sake of social grace.

Just like Maurice.

He was perfect. But he did not tip his hand yet, preferring a bit of calculating style over heavy handed bluntness. Instead he turned his stare away from the oblivious lupine and talked for a brief moment to the female hyena tending the bar, who in turn, ushered over the manager. A large obsidian panther dressed in a no nonsense business attire stalked over with deliberate predatory grace, and rested his paws on the glass counter top.

"Business or pleasure?" The deep voice rolled out like liquid thunder, much like the voice of James Earl Jones. His golden eyes bore down on the shorter lupine, never once breaking eye contact. Even Mycaelis' nerves of steel seemed to bend a little under the weighty presence of the manager, but he tried to remain calm as he replied.

"Both." Mycaelis set the heavy AV suitcase down on the glass between them and opened it to reveal a camcorder, tripod, and various other pieces of filming equipment. The panther took a slow inhale, and his yellow, penetrating eyes rolled up and down Mycaelis, filled with suspicion.

"Which business do you represent?" The ebony feline inquired, and the claws in each paw extended, as if on edge.

"Ganymede / Hubris Productions." Mycaelis said as he managed a smile. The family business was doing quite well of late. No longer satisfied with simple BDSM, Mycaelis latest theme was total and complete humiliation. His canvases were those furs that had total conviction in their false pride, and Mycaelis relished breaking each and every one of them to mewling, shameless submissives. His artistic touch was light and skillful, often psychologically manipulating the fur in question so that their own insecurities subjugated their overblown sense of self worth.

"I see." The panther relaxed a bit, familiar with the client's works, and his claws slipped back into the sheaths of his furry digits. "Then I don't need to tell you that the arbitrary laws and morays of typical society do not apply here." Mycaelis nodded with light smile and shut the AV case, placing it back at his hind feet. The panther wasn't quite finished, however, and leaned in closer to Mycaelis. His words flowed out of his muzzle, nice and slow, stressing each syllable for emphasis.

"However ... celebrities here receive no special quarter. You are the guest of my house, true, but as my guest you will abide by my rules." Mycaelis listened carefully to any hidden innuendo that the panther's words might contain.

"The first rule is that your footage will not contain any hint of what this establishment is called, or where it might be located. The second rule is that any face or distinguishing marks caught by your camera will be distorted, as my patrons expect their anonymity. The third rule is that regardless of what goes on in your chamber, a bouncer will always be posted within. He or she will be my eyes and ears, and will not hesitate to enforce my house rules. Do you understand these rules?" Mycaelis nodded again and his smile faded. His light green eyes locked on the obsidian panther's own so that there would be no chance of misunderstanding.

"Excellent. Those who break my house rules, either through folly or choice, are banished to the frozen lake of Cocytus. If and when that happens, expect judgment to be decisive, punishment swift, and appeals unheeded." The fur on the back of Mycaelis' neck bristled. A part of him expected this. When you deal with such illegal, underground circles, you can well expect to put your very life on the line. He hoped it would not come to that. Mycaelis fought hard not raise his upper muzzle lip in defiance, and gave yet another silent nod.

"Very well, we will place you in the Francesca room tonight; the full payment of five hundred United States dollars is required up front." Mycaelis pulled out a platinum engraved money clip stuffed to capacity with Dollars and Euros and pulled out five Franklin's, spreading them out before the manager. The female hyena who he spoke to earlier appeared from nowhere, wiped down the area with a wet bar towel, and the currency seemed to disappear into thin air. Mycaelis grinned. Quite the trick.

"Your bouncer tonight will be Rin, he's the wolf in the corner there talking to the lynx with the spiked collar. He's the best we have, so don't piss him off. He'll toss your furry ass like it was a Frisbee. We have a patron upstairs tonight who will attest to that."

Mycaelis closed his eyes and gave a final nod before turning his attention back to the wolf standing beside him. Despite the exchange that just took place, the lupine had barely moved, his eyes still focused on whatever he saw within the reinforced glass by his paws. Mycaelis opened his eyes and smiled at the larger wolf, resting an elbow on the glass beside his drink. This change in proximity finally caught the other wolf's attention, whose gaze walked slowly over to the elbow, then up to the fur attached to it. The two regarded each other for a silent moment before Mycaelis spoke.

"My name is Mycaelis, but you can call me Michael." The other wolf snorted and turned his gaze back to his drink.

"The only thing I'll be calling you is an ambulance if you don't remove that elbow." After a moment the other wolf turned his muzzle to Mycaelis and his upper lip furled. "Now." Mycaelis grinned and obliged the wolf.

"Such vim!" Mycaelis ran his unchecked gaze up and down the fit physic. "You are just the specimen I am seeking." He shook the chain in his paw once and Grylor keeled down besides his master. "My pet is in dire need of a strong, disciplining paw such as yours. And as such you will follow us into my private chamber, and let me tape what you do to him. It can be whatever your little black heart desires most ... and you will do so for the rest of the night ..." The intoxicated lupine turned his whole body to face Mycaelis.

"Let me tell you what you can do for the rest of the night ..." The cocky brute graciously extended the middle claw of his right paw to Mycaelis, whose smile faded.

"You can go suck shit through a straw ..." With that the other wolf took his drink and poured it over Grylor's hooded head, taking his sweet time about it. The blind and deaf wolf whined when he felt the ice cold, foul smelling liquid run down his exposed fur, unaware of what was going on. The arrogant wolf deposited his empty glass on the counter top with a clink and smirked at Mycaelis before storming off. Mycaelis stared off after the insolent lupine and after he was gone, a toothy grin appeared on his muzzle.

Little did that wolf know his little act of insubordination actually turned Mycaelis on even more. His paw stroked Gylor's green head fur absently before untying the sensory deprivation hood and taking it off. Grylor looked up confused and blinked a bit, shaking the nasty, foul smelling hard liquor from his head fur.

"Master, what happened?" Grylor said as he looked about, still confused.

"Nothing of great importance Pet, but it seems like your future brother needs to learn his place. You'll like him Pet. He reminds me of your mother ..." Mycaelis replied with a grin.

"He... he does?" Grylor trembled a bit. His mother had been pretty stern, rough sometimes.

"Yes ... but now we find ourselves in a quandary. We have a perfect room, but no perfect specimen to be your co-star." Mycaelis gave a thoughtful expression for a moment, looked around the room, and then smirked, tugging on Grylor's chain. "Come Pet, we'll have to improvise."

He walked across the room to Rin, who talked with a female lynx sporting punk fur and a PVC corset. As Mycaelis approached, Rin turned to face the other wolf, looking down at him. He made the large lupine who poured his drink over Grylor's head look like a yearling in comparison. Rin crossed his arms, and the black athletic tee he wore tightened across his upper body.

"The Boss told me you'll be in the Francesca room tonight. What will be the codeword for your room, so I know who let in?"

"A pass code won't be necessary. The door will remain open at all times. Anyone may come or go as they please." Mycaelis smiled up at the other lupine, who shook his head, the single earring in his right ear jingling about.

"I don't think that's such a great idea ... we ..." Rin said as he looked down to Grylor, obviously not impressed with the young wolf's assumed ability to take such a wide range of furs, and their particular ... kinks. Mycaelis frowned up at the wolf and stepped up place his muzzle right beside Rin's, their eyes only an inch or two apart.

"You're not paid to think. You're paid to follow your boss's orders, and his orders were to get me set up." Mycaelis bared his fangs a bit, just to add salt to the wound. "Or should I go tell your boss that you have a problem following his orders?"

Mycaelis seemed to know just what to say to stay within his place, yet manage to browbeat the wolf who could turn him into so many hamburgers the moment he stepped out of line. Rin's green eyes flashed amber for a brief moment before he grumbled something out, just unheard over the music blaring upstairs. The lynx's eyes opened wide in shock; she had never seen Rin take that from any fur before.

"I'm sorry," Mycaelis smiled, "What did you say?"

"Nothing... Sir..."

"That's better." Mycaelis snapped his fingers twice and tugged on Grylor's chain, heading to one of the larger rooms with Gothic lettering above the doorway, two submissive wolves and the retro 80's punk lynx in tow. When they got to it, Rin pulled out a rusty iron key and unlocked the thick steel door as the lynx with a short cropped rainbow Mohawk pushed it open with a creak. Mycaelis stepped inside and was welcomed with an entire playroom of bars with chains, racks, and other Gothic apparatuses of dungeon furniture. This would do just fine.

"Is there anything you require, Sir? Your deposit covers all manner of disposable utensils." Rin stated, taking his position near the inside of the door. Mycaelis led Grylor over to a forward slanting vinyl X rack, and chained the underage wolf to it for the time being as he set down his AV case in the corner of the room a few feet away.

"Yes. A steel leg spreader, something to hold up a tail... Latex, lots of latex." Mycaelis replied, almost absently as his attention was focused on assembling his portable tripod and getting his AV equipment in order. Grylor looked around the room and mewled; his apprehension filling the thick air with the sweet scent of uncertainty and a hint of fear.

"You heard the client, Star." Rin nodded to the lynx, who closed the door behind her on the way out. By the time Mycaelis finished getting his portable bare bones recording studio set up, Star returned with the items he requested. Mycaelis almost squealed with glee as he took the two piece, full body latex suit from the lynx, inspecting it. It was impossibly small even for Grylor, and it had a plastic ring where the muzzle would eventually stretch to, allowing the wolf to breathe, and a hole for the nose, sheath, and tail. He handed it back to Star, who nodded and walked over to Grylor.

Grylor tried to back away, but the short length of the chain on his collar stopped him. He gave a bark of surprise and cowered as the bouncer lynx bore down on him. Mycaelis came over and took the collar off for a moment as Rin picked up the whimpering lupine from behind, pinning his arms. Star snatched one of the hind legs that kicked at her, and pulled up the lower part of the rubber-like full body glove. Grylor almost squeaked as his legs sank into an endless sea of latex, the tight, soft material bounding him completely in a way he hadn't thought possible. An erotic feeling ran up his thighs, the sea of sensation swallowing his furry sac. His sheath twitched as Mycaelis pulled it thought the hole in the taught, slick latex, and a moment later his tail followed through the similar one in the rear. Grylor murred out from the sensual sensations, legs flailing a bit, the latex flexing, squeezing around his lower body in response.

Rin placed Grylor back on his feet and held up his arms as Star pulled the upper half down over his head and muzzle, squishing his head fur against his skull. The deafness, blindness, claustrophobia of being bound in such a way caused Grylor to thrash; worried that he wouldn't be able to breath under such crushing tightness. Yet the latex inched its way down, stretching, binding, as his arms went in, then chest, then finally stomach. Rin forced Gyrlor's muzzle open, and positioned the ring so the insides of his canine teeth caught on it, then released his grip on Grylor's muzzle.

The underage wolf snapped his muzzle back and forth, unable to close or open his muzzle further. The latex stretched so tight over his skull he couldn't even open his eyes. His furry ears were pinned so tight against his furry head that the world outside his latex prison seemed muted, muffled. Mycaelis shoved his son onto the forwards slanted vinyl X, pinning the squirming lupine to it as Rin and Star secured his wrists and ankles to each of the four arms.

"Now, just to make sure there is no funny business ..." Mycaelis leaned down and personally secured the leg spreader to Grylor's ankles. He shook the spreader and smacked Grylor hard on the ass, tying the busy tail up back to Grylor's re-secured collar with a leather strap. He took out a tube of lube and applied a copious amount to Grylor's tail hole, the excess dripping unto the floor. "So tell me Pet, are you ready to become a true slut?"

Grylor nodded hesitantly.

"Good. Star, open the door. Grylor is ready for his close up, Mr. Deville."

Star nodded and strode to the door, shoving it open. The bright light from the room illuminated the darkened booths, and several furs held their paws up to their muzzles, shielding their eyes from the unexpected shine. When the door did not shut, there was grumbling, hesitation, then finally, recognition from the wanton masses. The lumps of irregular shadows stirred, squirmed, and shuffled their way to the open doorway, peering inside.

That's when the floodgates burst wide open, and there was a virtual stampede to get into the room. Rin stood back, arms crossed, shaking his muzzle. Star lost count and gave up. Mycaelis hit record.

The first fur to get into the room was a lanky cheetah, who threw off his clothes and jumped onto Grylor's back in a blur of liquid motion. He shoved his half hard kitty cock in the lupine's ass and went to town, screeching and hissing. Grylor groaned as he felt the first violation pierce his insides, the cheetah's paws latched firmly on his shoulders for support as he banged away at his bound latex form.

The next one in was a slim gazelle, who bounded into the room and skidded on his hooves in front of Grylor, not bothering to even take of his clothes. Instead he unzipped his fly and grabbed Grylor's muzzle, shoving it down upon his tip of his erection. From the way this gazelle muzzle fucked the wolf, one might never suspect he was an accountant and by nature, a gentle grazer. Grylor groaned into the herbivore cock as he got split between two of natures most primal adversaries. They were most certainly doing it to him like they do on the Discovery channel.

Both bounces balked as a stocky female hyena jumped onto the room, skidding across the polished black tile floor on her soft stomach and ample breasts. She came to a stop underneath the X and whipped her muzzle up to lap at the hardened, exposed wolf cock, her hip length, dread locked, magenta head fur snapping like small whips. Both Rin and Star looked to Mycaelis, who shrugged.

"Cum one, cum all."

Rin and Star smirked to each other, then to the growing crowd in the room. So far the first three furs had created an African ambiance to the spectacle. Grylor Gone Wild indeed. All this happened in the span of less than ten seconds.

The cheetah didn't last very long, and from the way he carried on, screeching and pumping his blurring kitty cock into Grylor's ass, it wasn't a surprise. The world's fastest feline upheld his title as he yowled out, eyes clenched in orgasm, before the fur behind him ripped him away, his feline meat still spurting his thick cream all over Grylor's latex ass.

"Excuse me Bloke, you're double parked," said the tall, muscular fox as he kindly redirected the cheetah to the floor. The fox's blue jeans dropped to his black furred ankles as he ran his dripping fox meat underneath Grylor's furry balls before slipping his tapered tip into the pre-stretched, well lubed fuck hole. "Thanks Gent, I'll take him from 'ere." The British body building fox smirked down to the cheetah, who still kicked and spasmed on the floor.

The gazelle was about to blow his load before a feral growl behind him made him leap back in fear. The half hiss half growl came from a gigantic badger, who gripped Grylor's head and shoved his huge girth into Grylor's muzzle. Grylor flopped around, choking as the huge meat cut off his throat's airway, and the badger's razor sharp teeth gleamed in a sick way as his hips bucked relentlessly. Grylor's teeth scraped across the badger's slick flesh on instinct, and the badger hissed, emptying his huge balls into the lupine's stomach.

Other furs crowded around Grylor, stripping off their clothes, stroking their cocks, impatient. Some were content with just blowing their load all over the latex covered, writhing form. Two furs reached for the female hyena, but she whirled around like lightning and snapped at their paws, growling so fiercely that even the badger flinched. The naked masses took a collective step back.

Whoa.

The hyena, now turned around, wasted no time in shoving her skirt down and impaling herself onto Grylor's underage, virgin meat. Grylor gave a stifled cry as his organ sank into her puffy sex, the sensation coming as a complete shock to him. Mycaelis smiled, a tear rolling down his furry cheek. His son was such a trooper. Grylor's training would soon come to an end, and then he would become the ultimate pet slut.

The hyena panted out as she thrust back again and again on Grylor's wolf cock, her magenta eyes lit with crazed lust. The fox gripped Grylor's hips and bucked into him, his fox knot sinking deep into the wolf, bumping against Grylor's prostrate repeatedly. The fox gave a groan as he tied the wolf, his thick fox seed filling Grylor's bowels, mixing with the cheetah's own cream. The hyena's fleshy walls clamped down on the wolf's sex as her orgasm tore through her, and she barked out, yipped as she rode it out on the helpless, teenage wolf. Grylor cried out as the fox knot ground against his prostrate, and the double penetration in his ass and on his shaft made his whole body shudder as his own orgasm ripped out deep inside of him, filling the hyena's sex with his seed.

Seeing spots open, other furs jostled each other for access to the cum-splattered latex lupine. A crocodile shoved the fox out of the way, ripping his knot from Grylor's ass. Grylor screamed out in pain seconds before thick reptilian cock plowed into his already sore insides. The crocodile gave a guttural, almost alien groan as his dry scaled form slid up and down the latex body. It felt like a reverse condom.

A zebra took position in from of Grylor, the ring in Grylor's muzzle only able to accommodate the girth of the wild equine's blunt cock tip. The thick muscles of the zebra's thighs bulged, and he whinnied out his frustration. Grylor, the cum-slut that he was, ran his long lupine tongue around the blunt tip, flicking it back and forth with the flat of his tongue. The stripped equine gripped the upper arms of the X supporting Grylor, and he threw his head back in pleasure, need.

Grylor snaked the tip of his agile tongue into the zebra's slit, parting the glans, and shoved it as far inside the urethra as it would go. Mere words alone could not describe how good that felt to both Grylor and his frustrated stallion. Grylor was rewarded soon after with a virtual geyser of horse seed, and he tried his best to swallow all of it, most flying past his face to coat the crocodile. The crocodile groaned out from the erotic act and ran his webbed, scaled digits up his cum covered scales.

A coon crawled underneath the dazed, panting hyena to lap at the juncture of their sexes, seeking the cream dripping down between them. He stroked his rock hard coon cock as he slurped away, and the female hyena saw the opportunity and took the coon meat into her maw, sucking on the short, slick flesh pole. The rest of the furs in the room looked at that and then each other. There was a moment's pause before they gripped, grasped, stroked, and fucked one another. Grylor had inadvertently set off a massive orgy, and soon abandoned clothes, splotches of male cum, and drips of female cream covered the room's entire black tiled floor.

Mycaelis wiped off a splotch of cum that errantly flew into the camcorder's lens. Rin and Star gawked at the spectacle before them, then to look each other up and down. For a moment they regarded each other, before snorting and turning back to crowd, arms folding in unison.

As. If.

Mycaelis checked the battery life and amount of tape left in the camcorder. Two hours. Not enough, but it would have to do. He glanced at the mass of writhing furs and smiled as the manager meandered into the room, stalking, weaving his way through the frantic orgy, before he came up to Mycaelis.

"Your deposit does not cover a clean up this extensive." The obsidian panther said, crossing his arms, ignoring the gutter coyote attempting to hump his leg and stain his business suit.

"I think I can manage to find the extra money somewhere," Mycaelis said with a grin as he leaned on his camcorder and patted it with a gentle paw, "First, I have to take care of some business." Rin stepped over to listen into the conversation, leaving Star to guard the expensive bondage assets in the room, which received a lot of use at the moment. Mycaelis continued. "I need to find a trouble maker, who had caused my little family much disgrace. And when I find him I will teach him his place."

"You mean the wolf at the bar?" the panther inquired, "He comes around here once in a while. He's a rough patron, very reclusive, hard to find."

"Ohhh I know who can find him," Rin butted in, growling, "Sometimes the best way to find trouble is to go look for trouble." He nodded to the door, indicating to Mycaelis to follow him, and soon they made their way up the secret stairway to the janitor's closet on the main dance floor of club. Rin nodded to the bouncer on duty in the closet and lead Mycaelis out to the main dance floor, the air thick with mist and whirling laser lights.

They wormed their way through the throngs of ravers cheering on a sleek female white tiger dancing on stage to a remix of "Sweet Dreams" by the Eurhythmics, and eventually came to an occupied booth. There, a fox in leather pants and a silk gamer's shirt who looked a lot like Cliffy B, made out with a short coyote with glasses and a backwards MIT baseball cap. The two furs looked up at the newcomers, and stopped molesting each other for the time being.

"What the hell do you want, Rin?" Dev said with a smile, "Zeke here is sick and tried of your lame macho bullshit. You better stay back, or this 'yote might tear into you. I've seen him in action." Dev licked the side of Zeke's cheek and laughed.

"Come on Dev, stop playing," Zeke giggled and pushed Dev out of the booth, "Go see what Eden wants for the next round of drinks, he's going to be parched when he gets off stage. As Dev gave him a final kiss and squirmed out of the circular booth, Rin and Mycaelis took their seats.

"Seriously Rin, what do you want?" Zeke said, looking over Mycaelis with a dubious, distrustful stare.

"This patron is looking to track some one down ... I think the punk ass calls himself Two Skins." Rin replied with deadpan delivery. He nodded over to Mycaelis to take the time to redo his wrist cuffs to perfection.

"I want to know everything about this fur. I want to know his full name, where he works, what he eats, how he sleeps, and which side of the bed he gets up on in the morning. Do I make my needs clear, or shall I sketch you a diagram?" Mycaelis said as he wiped off an errant strand of cum from his right sleeve before finally looking up at the computer crackin' coyote.

"This sort of business isn't cheap," Zeke said in thought, adjusting the wire framed glasses on his muzzle with a paw tip. "That level of detail is going to cost you ..."

"Oh trust me, money is no object," Mycaelis said as he gave his trademark toothy, predatory grin, "Especially when it comes to Taking Care of Business ..."

~ Fin Part II ~

So was that Gangbang scene over the top? I can never tell! *Gives a mad, insane cackle* Seriously, if any furs are wondering, I used a furry generator (http://www.seventhsanctum.com/gens/furrygenetiks.html) to generate up random furs as they were needed. So any similarities (aside from a certain boar) between your characters, living, dead , or undead, are entirely coincidental. Yes I totally stole that from An American Werewolf in London. And yes that 'Scene Missing' inclusion was intentional, as that will become a separate story at a later date. It's also a reference to the NIN video: Closer.

Thanks for everyone who took the time to write to me about Part I. I had no idea that such a taboo story would garner so much praise. Who knows when the final part of this series rolls out, as I have three different story threads beating down my door. I'd like to give a shout out to all the insane, wild furs I met at the Hopkins, Minnesota furmeet in the middle of March '06. Hope to see you all again soon!

:love: Eldyran

Keywords: M/M, Wolf, Various Species, Gangbang, Incest, Virgin, Cross dressing, BDSM, Master/Pet