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The first thing that Tyler could feel was a cool, gentle feeling against his skin. It was soothing and relaxing, but the texture was a mixture of rough and smooth. It was scaly, like a dragon, but smooth and hard to the touch like synthetic plastic.

His next sensation was that of moving. It was nothing majorly, nothing that forced him to panic yet. It was a gentle rocking and occasional abrasive bump that stirred his senses even more, and his mind began to connect the dots. He was moving, and the rocking and bumping was familiar. It was a car.

He began to gather feeling in his muscles, began to feel every fibre of his muscles, the fur touching the cool surface beneath him. He began to feel more than just a mind: he began to feel like a body. As his muscles came to him, he pushed, and his body began to move. He slowly began to open his eyes, but it took every ounce of his strength to rip them open. But, slowly, the feelings were coming back to him, and his strength was gaining in momentum with every passing second.

It was dark. He could see the front of a car seat in front of him, a brochure and map stuffed into a pocket in the back. The seat was lined with leather from top to bottom, and he realised he was in the back seat. Specifically, he was laying completely across it, with the cool leather against his skin. Why did it feel so tactile beneath him?

It was then that he realised he was naked.

The panic bubbled up to his throat and he let out a whimper, his eyes snapping down to his body. Tyler was a canine, specifically a Wolf, and he was a teenager. He scanned over his white-furred, slightly athletic and underage frame, and saw that he was void of any clothing whatsoever, except for a pair of briefs over his crotch. The panic rose to an all new peak and his stomach quivered. He felt tears bubbling up into his eyes. Was he going to die? He was going to die, wasn't he?

He noticed his wrists were bound, as were his ankles, which made the struggle for movement even harder. Whilst trying to figure out what on earth to do, he slowly began to regain his strength and looked around the rest of the car. He couldn't see much, but the occasional lamp post that he passed shone a brief splinter of light into the interior, giving him limited, but valuable information of the interior. It was clean, almost too clean like a rental car; that explained the brochure.

The carpets below him were spotless, with barely a fleck of dust or grime, but he spotted something out of the corner of his eye. His gaze snapped to it and he noticed his clothes, a burgundy long-sleeve T-Shirt and jeans, in a pile underneath the passenger seat. Even if he could reach for them, there was no possible way that he'd be able to clothe himself. Not that it mattered anyway, since he couldn't even see who was driving.

The very thought brought a chill up his spine and made his skin crawl. Of course. Someone had to be driving this car, and if he was in the back seat, then they'd know he was there. Which means he'd been kidnapped, and stripped of his clothes before being tied up. Someone had physically touched him in that way. He felt the tears bubbling freely up to his eyes at the mere thought, and the very fear of the unknown almost stopped him from sitting up. But, he knew he had to face this somehow. If he didn't, there might be no way of escaping.

Slowly, he pushed himself off of the back seat and sat up completely. He was greeted to the sight of a dark road in front of the car, leading into the middle of nowhere. The car had it's high beams on, and even then, there was little to tell Tyler where exactly he was being taken. Grass sprouted form either side of the road, and there didn't seem to be a path. If he had to guess, he assumed they had left the city and were now in the country.

The last thing Tyler could remember was arguing with his mother. She hadn't wanted him to go out the night before, and he'd disobeyed her, going to hang out with his friends and get drunk at the park. She had shouted and screamed at him, and he remember the last words he'd said to her: 'I hate you'. He had left the house and slammed the door shut. He could remember walking down an empty street at night, alone, and someone grabbing him from the sight. Everything else after that was a haze. He could only assume he'd been drugged and chucked into this car that was leading him into the middle of nowhere.

"Oh, the pup's awake!" Someone cheerily spoke from the back seat rather suddenly, making the white wolf jump and snap his head in the direction of the noise. The man reached up to the rear view mirror and twisted it slightly so he could catch the boy's face within it, and Tyler was greeted to the sight of a Fox. He had naturally coloured fur and an otherwise hairless head, like most Beastkin. He was dressed for colder weather, by the looks of it: scarf, winter coat, fingerless gloves, the works. He had a twinkle in his eye that made Tyler feel a little unsettled.

"Am I going to die?" The wolf finally managed to speak, but his voice was croaky from dehydration. The Fox smiled to himself, keeping his hands methodically at the 10 and 2 on the wheel.

"Die? Oh no, no, no," The Fox lifted a hand off the wheel and wagged a finger. "I can assure you, pet, you will be safe with me."

Pet? That didn't sound comforting, and this Fox was creepy. He reached for the handle to the door and pulled. His eyes widened when it wouldn't budge, and the door remained shut. In his panic, he tugged harder and harder.

"Oh, does someone want to go out and play? Well, you'll have to wait until we get to the house." The Fox assured the wolf, who slipped back into his seat and raised up his bound hands, putting them against his face. A weak sniffle escaped his lips when he realised he was completely done for. There was no way he was going to escape this man, even if he tried.

"Now, when we get home, you'll need to be put on a leash. I'll make sure you get dinner first, but then we have to wash you up and get you changed." The Fox continued, which only upset the poor teenager more. He was never going to see his family again, never going to life a normal life. He had no idea what this Fox had in store for him, but he could only imagine it would be torture. He should have listened to his Mother.

Slowly, the car took a left turn and trundled down a dirt path towards a small house in the middle of nowhere. It wasn't a farm, but it wasn't a country home, either. It looked more modern and sleek compared to some ordinary country cottage: the outside looked fresh, as if it was built recently. The car trundled to a halt just outside the front door, and the Fox killed the engine, reaching up to flick the lights on in the interior.

"Now, c'mon, put your collar on." The Fox turned and held a leash and collar in his hand, smiling with all the pleasantness in the world. Tyler bared his teeth as the collar came closer, and lashed out, trying to bit the man's hard with his sharp teeth. The Fox tutted, setting the collar down and stepping out of the driver's seat into the cold night air.

Tyler waited with bated breath, watching him circle around the car to his side of the door. Slowly, the man opened it up and leant in, clambering into the back seat beside the boy as Tyler scuffled up to the opposite end, pushing his back against the car door. He watched the man reach towards the front seat, taking something in his hand: a muzzle.

"No, no...!" Tyler begged, but there was nothing he could do. The Fox leant forwards and forced the muzzle over the boy's mouth, strapping it in at the back as he smiled into the boy's wide, teary eyes. He whimpered and thrashed around as much as he could, trying to shake the Muzzle off. He reached up with his hands to pull it, but he couldn't get it off his face. That's when he felt the cool leather of a collar around his throat, and it was clipped on tight. Before he could try and take it off, he felt a sharp, powerful tug that made him jerk forwards and stumble.

His hands hit the leather seat, his muzzled mouth inches away from the Fox's crotch. He thought for a moment that he was going to have to do something he didn't want to do, but the Fox only sighed, sliding a hand over the boy's head.

"Now, now...not just yet, pup. We can do that later." He assured him, sending a tingle up the boy's spine. The man stepped out of the car and tugged on the leash, forcing the young teenager with him. Slowly, Tyler was forced to follow.

They walked across the dirt and stones to the front door, which was apparently unlocked. The Fox ushered the boy in and shut the door behind him, making sure to lock it as he went. He lead Tyler down a modern decor hallway and into a sleek kitchen. This was a wealthy house, that much was blatantly obvious, but what was it doing all the way out here?

"You hungry, pup?" The Fox asked, leading Tyler over to the counter and holding his leash firmly as he pulled out a doggy bowl from the fridge next to him. He peeled the cling-film off the top, displaying something that looked suspiciously like dog food. He could see Tyler's wary expression.

"Oh, pup, no. This is real food, trust me. Ground up beef and mashed potatoes, with some nutrients and a bit of vegetables," He set it down on the floor, loosening his slack on the collar a little bit. "Only the best for my pup."

This guy was a madman, surely. Tyler looked between the Fox and the bowl, then back again, before he finally got down onto his knees. This was humiliating, having to crawl around like a dog, be treated like a dog, and have to eat food out of a bowl, but he was scared for his safety if he didn't do what the man wanted. With a shaky whimper, he felt hands at the back of his head, and the muzzle came off.

"P-Please let me go..." Tyler shakily whimpered as a last ditch effort to appeal to the man's sense of decency. The Fox only tutted, reaching up to stroke between the boy's ears.

"Now, you're new, so I can understand a discrepancy or two..." He murmured, moving his hand to pinch the boy's ear and tug hard. "But you'll speak when you are spoken to. Okay, pup?"

Tyler winced and let out a little whine, frantically nodding. When he agreed, the man finally let go, and Tyler hung his head, tears dripping onto the floor. Slowly, he lowered his head and bit down into the mush. He was never going to admit it, but it tasted nice. He chewed down the food, although he had already eaten before he was 'kidnapped', if it were even the same day. He had no idea how long he'd been out cold.

Slowly, Tyler chewed away at the food, feeling the presence of the Fox looming over him. he didn't know the man's name, nor what he planned to do with him, and he almost didn't want to know. He had a feeling it wasn't good. He watched out the corner of his eye as the man stepped around him.

"I hope you're better than my last pet. He was very disobedient. Eventually, I grew tired of him, and he had to be disposed of." The Fox explained loosely, and the very idea made the boy's skin crawl. The fact that the Fox was being deliberately vague made it all the more worrisome. He couldn't be certain of whether he killed the other 'pet' or not, and he suspected that not alluding to the details was the Fox's very idea in the first place.

He watched as the Fox crouched down beside him, watching him eat. Tyler was about midway through his meal, and he was almost done when he froze, feeling a hand on the small of his back. He gulped nervously, his body trembling as he felt a finger digging into his underwear and sliding it down over his rump.

"I-I'm no--" He was going to tell him he wasn't gay, but a sharp slap to his rump stopped him from talking.

"Like I said, pup. I hope you're not as disobedient as the last." The Fox warned, his fingers sliding down between the boy's cheeks and pressing over his sensitive, taut pucker. Tyler's lips trembled and he tried not to utter a sound, tears trickling down his cheeks in plentiful amounts. The Fox didn't seem to care that he was distressed. Perhaps he liked it that way.

He felt a hand on his side, and he tilted his head slightly to watch out of the corner of his eye as a hand slid down over his lithe, mildly athletic stomach, before sliding lower. The other hand pushed his underwear down towards his knees and tugged firmly on his legs to spread them apart a little, before he felt the man's fingertips touching and stroking along his sheath. He was being violated, and he knew it.

"Such a fine specimen," The man murmured in amazement. "I picked a delectable pet."

His hand squeezed along the boy's sheath and Tyler's body reacted instantly, blood pumping to his member that was hidden deep inside that tunnel of flesh. Slowly, the tip slipped form the end, as much as Tyler didn't want it to. He felt fingertips grazing against the tapered end of his canine cock, and a spurt of pre-cum shot from the tip. He'd never been with a woman before: the experience of someone touching his cock was wholly new to him, and one he wished he could have experienced under better circumstances.

The Fox was silent as he touched and stroked his new pet, watching the way Tyler trembled and tensed against his delicate touched. The boy's toes curled against the kitchen tiles as his member grew and grew until, inevitably, it was reaching full mast, nearing on 6 inches. For a boy his age, the size was impressive.

"I suppose it's a shame a female will never feel the warmth of your fine tool inside them, but don't worry, pet. You'll have plenty of ways to use this with your new Master." The Fox referred to himself in the third person, and his fingers drifted up the boy's body again to brush against the cute, tight pucker. Tyler arched his back a little and scrunched his eyes up as he felt the hand wrapping firmly around his twitching, fleshy canine member, and an eager spurt of pre-cum shot out of his cock, dribbling onto the floor.

"Go on. Keep eating, pet." The Fox insisted, and Tyler obediently bowed his head, scared for what the Fox might do with his cock in his hands. He felt the man's hand squeezing and tensing around his member, making it throb and pulse in his hand. His entire body was putty in the man's hands, and he had no idea why.

He began to feel the vulpine's hand sliding back and forth on his member, sliding over his knot and making him briefly squirm. To be forcibly touched like this was horrible, but his body was severely enjoying the pleasure, even if his mind hated it. Some might have said he were battling himself, but the mind was winning over the body easily. He knew he didn't want this, and he hated it, despite his throbbing cock in the Fox's grip.

As he finished off the last of the food in the bowl, he felt the hand slide off of his member and stroke along his stomach, whilst the other hand prodded dangerously at his pucker, threatening to enter at any moment. The boy's legs trembles and his lower lip wobbled, frightened for his life. The Fox could feel his pounding heartbeat.

"Good boy. As a reward, you'll get what your body so eagerly desires." His hand slid down to the cock again rather quickly, and Tyler let out a shaky exhale as he felt that hand suddenly pump his member with a startling ferocity. The hand slid up and down his member expertly, and with speed, whilst the side of the hand bounced off of his knot and bumped against it. The finger at his pucker began to knead in small circles, sending sparks of pleasure up his spine. This Fox clearly knew what he was doing.

Having been never touched like this, Tyler knew that he wasn't going to perform to a very good standard, especially in the 'time' department. It took the Fox all of a couple of minutes until the white Wolf was cumming in his hand, thick strings of seed shooting from the tapered end of his member as his knot swelled against the vulpine's hand. The cum splattered onto the ground for a moment, before the Fox quickly retreated his hand, sliding the dog bowl underneath. The cum shot into the mildly dirty basin, mixing with tiny flecks of beef and potatoes.

"Good boy. Good boy..." The Fox stroked along Tyler's back as he orgasmed hard into the metal dish, and that orgasm faded quickly. His first sexual encounter with another person was forced, and he felt both satisfied and dissatisfied at the same time. His body hum with a symphony of ecstasy, but his mind was cloudy and numb from the realisation of what had happened. His member began to shrink after a short while, and the Wolf's ears picked up the sound of the bowl scraping forwards.

"Lick up your dessert." The Fox demanded, and for a moment, Tyler recoiled. That hesitation was enough for the Fox to dish out his punishment, forcing Tyler's head down to the bowl. He waited, before the Wolf eventually began to lick and lap at the cum, tasting the intense salty flavour on his tongue as he gulped it down. Slowly, the Fox's grip loosened, and he let the boy go, leaning back.

"Time to for your bath. Come on, pup." He stood and pulled on Tyler's leash. As the Wolf began to stand, a hand was pushed onto his shoulder, and the adult shook his head. Tyler's face contorted into one of fear and anger as he slowly got onto his knees. The Fox lead him by the leash, and he was forced to walk on his hands and knees across the floor.

They wandered from the kitchen into a carpeted living room, with a rich summer feeling to it all. There was a deep black couch and a wood-panelled wall, with a fireplace sitting right next to it. It was all designed to be homely. Was this his home now? He was reluctantly tugged along, and he made his way up the set of stairs on his hands and knees, struggling the entire way.

Eventually, they got up to the top floor and he was lead along down the wide hallway to a door. The Fox pushed it open to reveal a spacious bathroom, with a circular bathtub at the far end. He lead Tyler through and locked the door behind them, letting go of the leash for just a moment.

"Into the bath, now, whilst I get your soap." He commanded, gesturing as he went towards the hanging, mirrored medicine cabinet. Tyler lingered for a moment as he considered trying to get to the door, but he reckoned that the Fox would likely beat him to it and end up tugging on that leash to keep him at bay. Slowly, he walked up towards the circular tub and stepped into it, crouching down and getting onto his rump inside the tub. He crossed his legs as he stared down at the shiny porcelain, feeling numb inside. This was his life now.

Suddenly, the tap to his left turned on. He must have zoned out for a moment, because the Fox was already by the bath with the shampoo and the jug. He worked methodically, collecting water in the jug and pouring it over his new pet, making sure to lather his fur in shampoo and stroke him all over. He paid close attention to his privates and around his rear end, making sure they were completely clean as he rinsed him off. Tyler was subjected to this humiliating act for at least 20 minutes, until finally, he was told to step out.

A warm towel went around his body and patted him all over, drying him from top to bottom. He wasn't told to get on his knees this time, as the adult Fox made sure he was just about dry everywhere, before leading him through into another room, forcing him onto his knees when they were out in the hallway.

He was lead through into what appeared to be a master bedroom, with a large double bed on the far end of the room, and a vanity table stocked with a variety of supplies to his right. The Fox picked out a bottle in particular, which was white and have curves in it. Tyler read the label from where he was kneeling: lubricant.

Immediately, his worst fears bubbled up to the surface, and he let out a little whimper. That caused the Fox to glance in his direction, quirking an eyebrow in surprise as he opened up a wardrobe, revealing a display of outfits. There were unlike anything the boy had ever seen before: made of a slick, shiny plastic that looked far too small for him.

"Don't worry. Come on, stand up." He pulled the leash, and Tyler was forced to obey, stepping forwards towards the Fox and watching him his hands all over his body. He felt his skin crawling as those hands danced over him, before the Fox finally stopped. He held out his palm and squirted the sticky lubricant into it, before beginning to slid it all over the boy's body, starting at his chest and working his way down.

Tyler was a little confused, at first, wondering why on earth he had to be lubed up from head to toe, but he didn't question it too much. It was better than what he had initially been dreading, which was rape. At least this felt moderately soothing, though he still recoiled at the touches to his sheath, which was lubed up alongside everything else, including his feet.

Then, the Fox retrieved one of those latex suits, holding it up and measuring it against the teen, before taking it off the hanger. He squirted the lube into the suit itself and worked it into it for several minutes, before he crouched down and held it out for the boy to step into. Tyler seemed reluctant at first, but eventually obliged out of fear for his own safety.

Getting into the suit was a nightmare. It was wet and slippery inside, thankfully, but it still clung to the Wolf's fur with every fibre of it's being. It took at least 10 minutes or so to finally get into the suit, and when Tyler finally did, he felt constricted, as well as exposed. With his underwear gone and the suit on, he soon realised that his read end, tail, and crotch were completely exposed to the air, but the entirety of the rest of his body, from his chest and arms, down to his legs and feet, were covered in the suit. Even his hands had latex over them, but the hands weren't completely separated, instead becoming a large mitten. It would be difficult to do any dexterous handiwork like this, especially as he couldn't even spread his fingers out. At least his head and neck were exposed.

"You look marvellous, pet." The Fox beamed, turning Tyler around on the spot and openly admiring him for a moment as his fingers ran over the dry, shiny exterior. He then reached for some different accessories: they were what looked to be knee pads, and he placed them on the boy's knees.

This was...odd. He was expecting torture, murder, or something even more horrible, but he'd been fed, begrudgingly pleasured, and even given new things to wear. He wasn't in pain, though he was still definitely scared, but this wasn't what he thought was going to happen at all.

"Good, good...now, come on, pup. Lay over the bed." The Fox patted the fluffy bedsheets, and Tyler froze, his eyes widening. Had he jinxed it? The Fox furrowed his brow and pulled the boy along by the leash, dragging him over to the bed, and pushing his torso down against it. As comfy as the bedsheets were, he knew what this position meant, and he whimpered and trembled as the man spread his legs a little bit, getting him into position.

"You're a beautiful boy. This is going to be very fun." The Fox murmured his delight, barely above a whisper, as his fingers trailed across the teen's backside, tracing his thumbs over the latex. The plastic covered just about every inch of the teen's backside but for the skin between his cheeks, which was left taut and slightly sticky from lube. His underdeveloped balls swayed back and forth underneath it, and the teen's legs practically quivered in fright.

Slowly, the Fox began to undress, slipping out of his sweater and shirt, and unbuttoning his casual jeans. He was only 26, this Fox, and by no means some sort of old man who was molesting a boy. This was bonding between a Master and his Pet, and he was sure the boy was going to thoroughly enjoy himself.

In a matter of moments, he was fully in the nude. He was built rather slimly, and like most vulpins, a sheath sat between his legs. The only difference in this scenario was that the Fox was rock hard and aching to be touched. His 8 inch knotted member stood to attention, beads of pre-cum running tenderly down the underside of his tapered down and down the length of the member. He looked down at the teen's trembling behind, and his cock practically bobbed in response, twitching eagerly.

The vulpine didn't believe too much in foreplay: the training to take a cock without pain would start tomorrow for his pet, so he was confident that this would be the only night where he might face 'turbulence'. Slowly, he leant forwards, placing a hand on the wolf's back as he slid his slick, throbbing member between those cheeks, sliding up and down and hot dogging himself, if only for a few moments. He heard Tyler whimpering and sniffling into the bed as he rubbed up against him.

"Now, don't struggle, my Pet. That wouldn't be very good for you." He knew that Tyler was going to resist, so laying down the foundation of his threats was critical in keeping the teen compliant. He slowly slid his hips back and smeared the tapering tip against the boy's tight little pucker, feeling it quiver and clamp down around the end of his cock. He could tell the boy was trying to shut him out, but it wouldn't do him any good. Slowly, the Fox pushed forwards, piercing the tight pink button, and sinking deeper.

All at once, Tyler felt a searing pain spreading throughout his backside, and he clenched his teeth, sobbing hard into the blankets. It hurt, far more than anything he'd ever felt in his entire life. Breaking an arm was less painful than this. His insides spasmed and clenched around the Fox's cock as he tried to push back, to force him out, but the Fox had planned for it. He felt a hand bounce off his backside in a hard smack, and his ass loosened up for just a moment amidst the instinctive clenching, allowing the Fox to sink that much deeper. He was at least halfway into the boy by now, and Tyler squirmed, hissing out his discomfort through his teeth.

"Tight little boy...you haven't been with anyone before, have you? To take my pet's virginity...Mmh. What a delight." The Fox slowly slid back and went the muscles clamp down around his member as he moved, hearing the teen's grunts of pain and his weak sobs escape his mouth. Slowly, the Fox shoved himself forwards, sinking himself into the boy and letting out a sigh of pure and blissful ecstasy. He could feel the pleasure through every fibre of his being, and slowly, he began in on gentle thrusts.

Tyler could feel every shove, even push, even throbbing muscle inside, and every single one of them hurt. His backside was searing with the pain of his stretched sphincter, and his muscles were almost permanently tense. Amidst the thrusting and the hands gripping tightly to his teen behind, he felt tiny spikes of pleasure, as the vulpine cock hit against something inside him. He had no idea what it was, but he didn't want it: feeling pleasure when he was being raped was not something on his bucket list. The Fox continued to thrust, his hips picking up speed as the Fox's pleasure built up and up, and Tyler's sobs trailed off into tear-eyed grunts, his teeth gritted and his nose occasionally sniffling.

The Fox was mumbling some sort of inaudible words, and Tyler was thankful he didn't have to hear them, assuming they were something horrible and degrading. He was already feeling humiliated from what he'd done in the kitchen, but this...this was much worse. Each thrust was like a dagger through his heart. Each time to knot bounced off of his behind, it felt like a spear gouging his insides. His sheath lay dormant, barely a single pump of blood filling his cock, despite the occasional pleasurable feeling. He focused on the pain, hoping that the memory of it might give him the motivation to keep looking for an escape. He had no idea how long he'd be here for, but if it meant enduring this every day, then he didn't want to stick around.

"Oh yes...yes...!" The Fox was clearly getting to the edge, and it showed in his powerful thrusts, his knot slamming off of the boy's backside as stick, wet pre-cum coated his entire member. His fingers duck into the latex, but didn't break the surface of the suit as his balls swayed back and forth, slapping against the teen's backside. The two were panting, but for altogether different reasons: one for pleasure, one for pain. The vulpine knew he wasn't going to last much longer with the way his new Pet was squeezing around his dick, but he wanted to tie, to knot to the boy.

He thrust down hard and heard the boy yelp in surprise as that knot pressed dangerously against his backside. The Fox let out a growl of frustration, and slid his hands back to spread the boy's cheek, thrusting forwards again as hard as he could. Tyler openly whimpered and stammered out his protests until, finally, the knot forced it's way into the boy's backside. His sphincter was stretched to it's limit and Tyler let out a weak, pained gasp. His muscles clamped down immediately, and it was all the Fox needed.

The vulpine threw his head back and groaned in utter delight, his cock throbbing and his knot swelling as, inevitably, his member pumped thick strings of cum into the boy's backside. The knot stretched Tyler's innards as the cum seeped down into his most intimate areas, giving him a strange sense of warmth. He felt...full, and it didn't feel great. He squirmed left and right, unable to deal with the feeling of that knot inside him, stretching him far beyond what he could manage. The Fox was happily stroking the teen's backside, licking his lips as he rocked his hips back and forth.

"Good boy...take my entire load. I've been saving it just for you." The Fox insisted, and Tyler buried his head into his arms, letting out weak, pained sobs. Tyler could feel every pulse and throb of that cock inside him, and he heated it. His breath came out in short, sobbing pants. He knew from his own experience in knots, as well as research on the internet, that the Fox wouldn't be able to pull out of him for another half an hour.

Slowly, the Fox moved, and Tyler was forced to move with him. He was pushed up onto the bed further until the Fox paused and rolled onto his side, taking the boy with him. He spooned his new 'pet' and Tyler felt his skin crawl.

"My lovely Pet...get some rest. You've been a good boy this evening, and your training starts tomorrow." He reached up to stroke along the boy's hair and Tyler bit his lip, his lower lip quivering in pure fear. He didn't even want to begin to know what kind of thing the man had in store for him, but he knew it wouldn't be good. He watched as the Fox reached up to hook the leash around the bedpost and firmly tie it, before clapping his hands together. The lights above them turned off, leaving the two sitting in darkness.

Tyler felt the Fox's arms wrap around him, and after a couple of minutes, heard the Fox's gentle breathing to signify he was sleeping. But Tyler couldn't sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he envisioned the acts that had been committed upon him. He didn't think he'd ever sleep again.

-- x --

It had been one year since that dreaded night, the night that the Fox had christened his new birthday, and it had been torture for the entire 365 days.

If there was one thing Tyler had learnt, is that this man was a sick, fucked up person. He liked to keep a routine, and it was a sickening one.

Every morning, Tyler would be subject to the sort of things a dog was expected to do. He was fed from a bowl, typically whilst the Fox fondled and stroked him, and he was then lead outside to go on a walk. Tyler was thankful that they had never met another person, but the experience still remained altogether humiliating, as they walked around the country trails around the back of the Fox's house, and back towards the house again. During that time, Tyler was expected to relieve himself of any bodily needs before they got back to the house, where he was cleaned up.

After that began the training. At first, they had been simple things like commands. When he was told to stand up, he did so, and when he was told to sit down, he did that as well. He was even given the command to roll over and show his belly, which often lead to the Fox vigorously jacking him off and forcing him to cum onto his own latex-covered belly.

At first, Tyler had resisted the training, deeming it altogether humiliating, and he had wanted no part in it. He was a pent up and angry teenager for a time, until his real birthday passed without celebration and he turned 17. But, he soon learned that it was better to play along with the Fox and sate his sick desires rather than defy him, and that was for one simple reason: the punishment.

The Fox had a variety of different implements, some of which were used for his crazy BDSM sessions, that he used for punishment. One of his favourite ones was having Tyler over his knee and smacking his behind with a wooden paddle, and rather hard as well. He wanted to make sure that Tyler inevitably cried each time from the pain, and when he had started sobbing, the Fox would stop and give him the commands again. If he did as he was told promptly, he was rewarded in the form of small edible biscuits, and strokes to his uncovered head, which did little to comfort his wounded behind and shattered soul.

If he had refused after the second time, it got altogether worse. The Fox would spank him, definitely, but the paddle was aimed at his balls instead of his backside, which was at least 10 times more painful than anything the Wolf had ever encounter before, even the anal. By the second time, Tyler always obeyed, and he soon realised that it was better to do as he was told and get biscuits and pats rather than a paddle to his ass.

Unfortunately, the training didn't stop at the treats and commands. The Fox was training him to be obedient for something bigger, and it was only after a month of humiliating torture that he finally realised what he was being trained for: anal.

The Fox enjoyed a variety of sexual, deviant acts, but above all else he seemed to enjoy anal penetration, and he did it with the Wolf frequently. However, it had become clear that Tyler was going to feel pain each time, and the vulpine had anticipated it. He'd started him on a horrifying regime of butt plugs. He started small intially, only a couple of inches in length and an inch wide, but he had increased the size every week. By the second month of training, Tyler had begun to uncomfortably crawl around the house with a cone-shaped, 8 inch length butt plug in his behind.

Once he had gotten used to those, the butt plugs were removed completely and replaced with different implements designed to stretch him out as much as possible, and one of those implements with a dildo fashioned in the vulpine's genital image. With a dildo that looked more or less similar to his own member, the vulpine used it to train and stretch Tyler to his limits, making sure he could take it each and every time. The Fox was somehow rather receptive to his Pet's opinion of whether it hurt or not, but he had forced Tyler to speak in nothing but grunts and the shaking of his head, as well as some playful parts. Anything more than that often got him a paddling session, which Tyler desperately tried to avoid at all costs.

Once the training for his anus was over, he was given a variety of more complex obedience training, spanning more than just the simple command. The next set of commands he forced upon Tyler were definitely of a more sexual origin, from demanding to be serviced whenever he gave the word, to taking a dildo when he was told. If Tyler hadn't been broken by the first few months, it was after that training session of 'advanced commands' that had finally broke him, turning him into nothing more than a 'loving' pet. At least, he had tried to be.

It had taken him a few months to get used to it, but he had inevitably decided to play into the Fox's hands, being playful and deliberately affectionate, following commands when told and readily accepting any sexual favours he was given. The more that the Wolf got used to it and played into it, the more he felt he was becoming depraved, as if he were turning into a completely different person.

Soon, he began to find himself enjoying all of the disgusting, lewd antics he was getting in to.

It was the day before his new christened birthday, and the light filtered in through the windows into their shared bedroom. Tyler slowly opened his eyes and briefly covered them with a latex-covered hand, wincing briefly from the bright sunlight that peeked in through the curtains. He didn't know how, but he had begun to sleep easier for the past month or so. His dreams were still filled with the memories of his family, but they weren't as prominent now. He was beginning to forget their faces. Every time he stared right at them in his dream, their smiling face were growing more and more blurry with each passing day.

He began to stir, and shifted, not feeling as full as usual. He leant up onto an elbow and glanced behind him, spotting the snoozing Fox. He cocked up a leg and realised he was completely dislodged from the Fox overnight. He could see the stains of cum around his inner thighs, but it didn't seem to bother him. Slowly, he rolled over into the bed to face the Fox.

He tucked his head down, sliding it along the vulpine's chest and nuzzling into him. He did this more or less every morning, even though he normally would have wanted the peace and quiet. It was his new 'outlook' on life with the Fox that made him like this: the more he played into what the man wanted, the less like himself he became.

The Fox began to stir, and he slowly opened his eyes, blinking blearily down at his Pet. A smile came to his lips as he stroked along the Wolf's head, rolling onto his back and slowly sitting up. He stretched out his back and sighed, sliding his behind backwards a little and laying against the headboard. There was a clear tenting in the blanket, and Tyler nudged against it, letting out little barks of earnest.

"Mmh. Someone's eager today, aren't they? Alright, alright. Service me." The fox whipped the blanket off of his slim form, and the Wolf was greeted to the sight of the vulpine's 8 inch, throbbing erection. He pressed his nose against it and stuck out his tongue, dragging it all the way up the side of the member, curling his tongue around the tip and feeling the sticky, delicious pre-cum on his tongue.

Slowly, he bowed his head, hearing the Fox groan as the vulpine's cock slid past the room of his mouth and down to the back of his throat. This had been part of the training too: learning to deep throat had probably been one of the hardest things he'd learnt to do, but he had gotten the hang of it eventually, with vigorous training. The tapered end of the cock eagerly spurted juices down into the Wolf's throat, and Tyler eagerly gulped it down.

"Good pet..." The Fox sighed, reaching down to provide his pet with the right amount of praise, stroking between his ears and sliding his hands through his fur. Slowly, Tyler took it deeper, straining for a moment as the cock slid right down into his throat. He let it rest there for a moment as he held his mouth, his muzzle up to the Vulpine's knot as the cock throbbed and pulsed in his throat, shooting small strings of pre-cum right down into his stomach. Then, he pulled back, and pushed down again.

He started in on a slow rhythm of bobbing that soon began to speed up. He'd gotten it down to a fine art by this point, exhaling as he took the cock down into his throat, and taking in a large gulp of air through his nose as he slid back up. The rhythmic movements were accompanied by a latex-covered hand that squeezed around the vulpine's knot, coaxing slick, tasty fluids from his cock and into his mouth.

"That's it. Almost there, pet..." The Fox never seemed to last very long, and maybe it was the general theme and kinkiness of the entire ordeal, but Tyler got the impression that he really got off on this stuff. He quickly began to bob his head faster and faster as the Fox rolled his head back, hot pants of pleasure escaping his lips. After a few moments of that, he was done: hot spurts of cum shot up into Tyler's mouth, and the Wolf was eager to gulp them down, his latex-covered hands massaging the knot as he made sure not a single drop of cum dribbled from his mouth. That, in itself, was deserving of punishment.

He had gotten used to the taste of cum rather quickly, considering he often ate his own. The once salty taste was now a welcome flavour on his tongue. Slowly, he pulled his head back and wiped his lips with one of his plastic hands, sitting up on his knees. The vulpine cock still stood to attention, but slowly began to shrink with every throb and pulse.

"Good boy. You've earned yourself breakfast." The Fox assured him, stroking his hands across the Fox, before he got up. Normally, Tyler would have had a leash attached to his collar, but since he had become more obedient, there was no need for it inside the house. The Fox scooped it off the table, and Tyler followed him out into the hallway.

They made their way to the kitchen, and Tyler sat obediently as a bowl of food was made up for him by hand with a twin of braising steak, vegetables, and canned skinned potatoes. The concoction was mashed together in a plastic bowl and heated in the microwave for a few minutes, before it was emptied out into the boy's bowl. Tyler ate with gusto, enjoying each meal that was fed to him. That was the only thing he might have given the Fox credit for, in the first few months they were together: he made good food.

"Good boy." The man murmured, reaching down and stroking along the boy's back as he crouched down beside him. Like many times before, his hand drifted underneath and playfully stroked at the boy's sheath, but he didn't do any more than that. He wanted to savour him for later on in the day.

"After your walk, I think we'll try the harness again today." The Fox openly mused, and Tyler perked his ears up at the mention of the apparatus. He had tried it a few times before. Learning to use it was probably the best thing to do.

Tyler quickly licked the bowl clean as he felt the hands toying with his collar, before the leash was finally clipped onto the buckle at the front. The Fox patiently waited for him to finish before he was lead to the door, and they stepped out into the bright sun shining above.

It was the middle of summer now, so their time spent outside wasn't as bad as it had been in the winter, where it was incredibly cold and difficult to go on walks. At that time, Tyler was still battling with his 'inner demons' and he hadn't yet resigned into being his Master's pet, so as punishment for misbehaving, he was often not given extra layers to keep him warm in the cold, which often meant he got sick sometimes. When he started behaving, he was treated well, given large winter coats when going outside, and fed medicine and cared for by hand when he was unwell. It was around that time that he had begun to realise how important it was to keep in line, especially when he recieved affection instead of cruel, harsh treatment.

The walk was short, thankfully. Tyler was feeling a little tired today, but the exercise helped him keep his slim figure, and in the time he'd been with the Fox, his calves had grown particularly strong, as had his front arms. He relieved himself on the walk and they made their way back, where they began to settle down into their daily training routine. Which, in this case, was the harness.

After his leash was unclipped from his neck as he was given a few affectionate pats from being a good boy on his walk, he was lead upstairs into the master bedroom. From there, Tyler's eyes locked on the harness. It wasn't one you put on your body, however, but it was instead an apparatus hanging from the ceiling, which Tyler was clipped and strapped in to whilst lying on his back, allowing him to be used any way the Fox wished.

Tyler often had little time standing up on two legs, but he was required to do so when getting into the harness. When the Fox gestured, the Wolf did as he commanded, standing up on both back legs and making his way over.

He turned to face the Fox, and slowly leant back against the small, hammock-like piece of leather that laid against the small of his back and shoulder blades to keep him steady. The Fox aided him, hoisting his legs up at he settled so that he was completely balanced. When they were certain he wasn't going to fall out of it, his Master slid the straps over the Wolf's ankles and bound them tight. He moved onto his wrists next, making sure they were firmly secured too.

Tyler had to remove all control of the situation when he had his limbs bound, though it wasn't as if he bore any sort of control anyway. Slowly, the Fox admired his spread-eagled, hovering form, tracing a finger over his sheath and watching the way the balls scrunched up towards the body at his touch.

"You've only been in this a few times, pet, but you're really getting the hang of it." The Fox mused aloud, and Tyler out a small whimper in response, nodding his head frantically. Admittedly, the harness scared him a little: He was always worried that he was going to fall out of it somehow, even if the mere idea of that was pure nonsense.

The Fox's hand slid over his sheath again and he arched his back in the harness, pushing his hips up against his Master's hand. A smile played upon the Fox's lips as he traced a finger over his swelling sheath, watching the way the head of the cock slipped from the end and steadily grew.

"Very eager today, aren't you, Pet?" The Fox murmured teasingly, watching the way the wolf's cock pulsed to life and reached half-mast in a matter of seconds. He moved around to stand between the boy's legs, stroking his latex covered inner thighs and using one hand to massage the boy's balls, feeling the way they roll around his fingertips.

He began to unzip himself, revealing his own crotch, and letting his jeans drop to the floor as he tucked his underwear underneath his average ball sack. His 8 inch member twitched and grew to full mast without much coaxing, and the Wolf watched him between his legs with a wide-eyed stare. He knew where that cock was going.

The Fox almost never needed to lube himself up any more, as the Wolf always took his cock so easily. He usually tied with his pet at least twice a day, sometimes more, and Tyler was always ready and eager to take him. The tapered end of his cock smeared against the boy's pucker, before he slid himself in, rolling his head back and he felt the ass swallow up his cock. The muscles squeezed around his knotted member, and he stuffed himself deeper and deeper. It took very little effort for him to hit right up to his knot, letting that bulbous base press against the entrance.

Tyler rarely felt pain when he was being penetrated any more, and the pleasure of feeling full swam through his system, making him let out a small groan. His toes curled as his insides squeezed as tight as he could around the cock, and the Fox leant forwards, sliding his hands to the 17 year old's hips. He humped forwards, and the entire harness rocked back and forth. Gravity did most of the work on the way down, forcing the Wolf down onto the Fox's cock and making him bump up against the knot.

"Delicious warm and tight as always, Pet." The Fox groaned out, thrusting with a little more gusto as his hips and balls bounced off of the Wolf's backside. His 8 inch cock was hitting all the right places inside the Wolf, who was now at full mast and throbbing weakly against his own latex-covered stomach. He could feel the cock shoving down against his prostate, which the Fox had taught him about in many a session. It made his knot swell and the pleasure hum throughout his body. Tyler rolled his head back and let out a shaky exhale.

The air was soon filled with the hot, wet sounds of their sex, each thrust and hump accompanied by a sticky wet 'slap'. The Fox was groaning out in delight, panting like a wild animal and feeling that tight, warm orifice squeezing around his cock with every vigorous pump and thrust. The Wolf stuck out his tongue, his head rolled back and his eyes rolled up into his back as his ass clenched down tighter and tighter with every thrust, feeling a familiar pressure building within his loins like no other. He knew he was close, and he suddenly felt a hand on his member, giving it a firm squeeze.

He bucked his hips out, resorting to nothing but whines and pants of plant as his knot swelled. The hand remained firm against his cock as he slid his thick member between it, hot spurts of cum ejecting from the tip amidst a powerful orgasm. He bumped his knot against the hand with gusto as he felt the familiar stretching of his rear end, feeling the Fox forcing his own bulbous base into his behind. The convulsions of his orgasm forced his cock to spasm and squeeze around his master's member, and he soon heard the Fox groaning in pure pleasure. Warm spurts of cum shot into his insides, and in a matter of minutes, it was all over.

The two were left eagerly panting, the front of the Wolf's latex suit completely coated in seed, and his insides nice and full from his Master's cock. He raised his head up weakly and watched in delight as the Fox leant forwards, idly stroking his Pet's cock as he reached down to run his hand through the Wolf head fur.

"Good boy." He moaned out breathlessly, before leaning back. He was firmly lodged in the Wolf's backside, and he rocked his hips up and down, feeling the Wolf jostle and move with him.

"For your performance, I think you've earned yourself a little treat. What do you say about watching TV with me, pet?" It was probably the biggest 'reward' that his Master could potentially give. Very rarely, when Tyler had behaved exceptionally well, he was given the opportunity to sit with the Fox in the living room and watch the television. If he was affectionate, he was allowed to hop up onto the couch and sit by him.

The Wolf wagged his tail and, with some work, he was unstrapped out of his harness and centred back onto his feet, where he moved back onto his knees. He was lead back out of the room again and down the hallway, carefully making his way down the stairs before they made their way into the living room.

It was a nice, wide open-space room, with windows on the far side overlooked the plains beyond. A large couch sat opposite a TV on the wall, and Tyler made his way over, sitting just in front of the couch between it and the coffee table. The Fox rounded the couch and moved to sit beside him.

The Fox leant over, grabbed the remote, and pressed a button. After a few moments of silence, something finally appeared on the screen: the News. He remembered that after their walk, he usually liked to sit here for a while. If Tyler had misbehaved, he was usually left in a room on his own for a couple of hours.

"In the news this week..." The reporter began to speak, and it looked as if they had tuned in just in time to hear the headlines. "The hunt for Local teenager Tyler Branston continues, as the County Sheriff expands his search to neighbouring towns in the hopes of finding this young boy..."

Tyler's blood went cold at the words, and he stared, wide-eyed, at the sight of his mother sobbing and crying on camera to various press reporters. The Fox glanced down at his Pet, watching his reaction, gauging what he might do.

"...Please. Tyler, if you're out there, I'm sorry. Please just come home. Your father and I miss you. We love you." His mother was talking on TV, and Tyler curled his hands into fists on the ground. He tried not to utter a sound, knowing what kind of reaction that might bring to his new Master. He knew he would take it in his stride and punish him for caring.

The Fox didn't make him endure it any longer, and changed the channel. He was familiar with the law, even if the Wolf wasn't. After another year or so, they would finally give up the search and stop pursuing the boy, which would make it a little bit easier for the Fox to keep him around longer. Tyler bowed his head for a moment as the challenge changed, before he heard a familiar thumping from behind him. He turned his head to see the Fox patting the seat beside him, and he crawled on up. The cum on his chest had dried up by now within the warm house, and he was able to lay down without staining anything, resting his chin on the Fox's lap.

They sat there for a couple of hours as Tyler brooded over the news. In the time he'd spent with the Fox, he'd never really forgotten about his family, but he's also never really thought about them in the past few months, either. Seeing his mother in TV pouring her heart out had hit a nerve with him, and he was beating himself up about it: why on Earth was he playing along to his fool when he could be trying to get home to his parents, who were still out looking for him?

After a couple of hours, the doorbell rang, and it wasn't wholly an unfamiliar experience for the Wolf. Just about every week, the Fox had a food delivery come in of various tins of food as well as choice meats and cuts for himself. Today felt different, however. He didn't know why, but he felt as if something were off. He never kept track of the days anymore, but he was relatively certain that it hadn't been a week or so yet. This was early.

"Wait here." The Fox demanded, and the Wolf sat back and watched as the vulpine got to his feet and made his way across the living room and into the hallway. He heard the brief chatter of conversation, before the door closed. His ears perked when he heard a sharp whistle, and knew it was the Fox calling for him. Obediently, he hopped off the couch and crawled his way across the room and into the hallway, peeking his head around the corner.

The Fox stood there with a large box next to him, which didn't appear to have any sort of packaging or pictures on the side, which was altogether rather suspicious. He glanced up at the Fox, who was grinning from ear to ear, patting the box happily.

"This is your new toy, Pet. Amongst other things." He grabbed the letter opener that he kept on the small end table by the front door, and used it to score along the sellotape holding the lid down. With that, he popped the box open and reached inside.

There seemed to be a number of things, really. Notably, Tyler was greeted to the sight of various dildos of differing shapes and sizes, from small to large, canine to equine, some even humanoid. In addition, there was a large black leather cylinder, with various metal legs and straps. Tyler let out a small whining noise, glancing up at the Fox, who beamed down at him in response.

"It's called a Horse. We'll be trying it out once I've got it built up." The vulpine replied, and Tyler tilted his head, glancing around at the various instruments. He had a feeling it was going to be an exotic evening.

It took the Fox at least a few hours to build the entire thing up, as it required a lot more work and effort than he intially realised. He had to screw the legs on themselves, and then attach the straps to various parts of the horse so that they sat in the right spot. Luckily, it all came with instructions so he didn't get lost trying to piece it together. He set it up in the bedroom, before taking the dildos to the sink and washing them hot water, making sure they were all clean and dry for later.

"So, with this," The Fox began, leading Tyler through into the bedroom and gesturing to the Horse. "I'll tie you down and do all sorts of lovely things to you. Doesn't that sounds fun?"

Tyler nervously nodded. Admittedly, no, it didn't sound fun, but he also knew that if he refused, he'd be facing much worser things than this. With that, the Fox reached down and gave him a short tug on his collar, leading him over.

It was, admittedly, not how Tyler had expected. He was anticipating laying on his front and being strapped him, but instead, he had to lay flat on his back, with his arms and legs coiled back, completely exposing himself. His body was strapped in, with a single strap over his stomach, and his wrists and ankles bound once more. His sheath, as always, remained on full display, but it was certainly difficult to get to his pucker from this angle. However, it seemed as if the Fox like a it of a challenge.

Tyler anxiously watched the Fox openly lubing a thing, cone-shaped member that looked something similar to a rabbit, making sure the lube coated every inch of it's silicone surface. He set it aside when he was done and picked up an instrument that looked like a microphone, with a large circular top and a long handle underneath. He plugged it into the wall socket near them and pressed a button. Tyler's eyes widened when he saw it vibrating rapidly, before the Fox turned it off again.

It appeared as if the Fox was all set for what he wanted. He picked up the dildo first as Tyler squirmed a little in his bound, tight position, feeling a little too self conscious. He watched as the dildo sunk lower and lower, until he saw it passing his sheath and balls. He couldn't even see it anymore, but he soon felt the cool surface smearing against his taut pucker, and he quivered from the sudden cold, before he felt it slide inside him.

The entrance was easy, given that it was so thin, and it didn't get much thicker, even when it slipped all the way up to his base. It was the length of it that was delightful, as it poked and prodded far deeper than anything he'd taking before, making his body tingle and his stomach occasionally bulge. He felt the Fox squishing the base of the dildo right into his backside, making sure it wouldn't fall out any time soon, before his free hand slid up to the boy's sheath.

The Fox toyed with his pet's balls, rolling them around in his fingers as he slid the dildo back and forth, barely an inch or two, making sure it prodded deep each time. Each push into his rump made Tyler let out a small huff of pleasure, and the tip of his member easily began to slide out of his sheath, pulsing against his latex covered stomach and steadily growing from the touches to his junk.

He rolled his head back and let out a weak whine of approval as the hand slid up to his sheath, sliding against the base of his cock and peeling the sheath back enough to let his knot slip free. He felt those fingertips sliding against his pulsing flesh, and a small dribble of pre-cum escaped the end of his cock, pooling against his stomach and dribbling down. Then, the hand slipped away, and he was left needy.

"You have to service me too, remember?" The Fox assured him, circling around the canine and standing by his head. Tyler angled his head back completely, his entire vision upside down as he was greeted to the sight of the Fox's clothed, tenting erection. He didn't have to wait long for the vulpine to disrobe, sliding his jeans and underwear down to reveal his throbbing, knotted cock. He smeared it against the boy's chin for a moment, before sliding back and smearing the tip against his lips. It was a strange position for the Wolf to be in, where it looked as if the Vulpine was standing on his hands, but he welcomed the cock nonetheless, letting it slide into his mouth.

Tyler's Master groaned in delight and leant forwards, pushing his hips into the boy's mouth and sliding his knotted cock right up into his throat, bulging the wolf's throat passage as his muscles milked and squeezed around the member. The Fox had taken the vibrator in his hand in the meantime, and he leant over the horse, propping himself up on the Wolf's chest as he pressed the vibrator right against the boy's throbbing cock.

Tyler felt it immediately, and he let out a whine of pure and intense bliss. The vibrating against his cock made his entire crotch tingle with pleasure, and an eager spurt of pre-cum shot from the end of his member, splattering against his front as the Fox began to fuck and use his mouth like any other orifice, his knot bumping against the boy's lips as Tyler made sure to keep his teeth far away from the tender flesh.

Groaning and whimpering in delight, Tyler struggled a little against the bonds that held him down, desperate for at least a little bit of control. The vibrations against his member made him sensitive and unable to stop squirming, and he could feel the pressure building up in his loins. The Fox tucked a hand under his cock and angled it up, sticking the vibrator underneath it and forcing the Wolf's member to stand upright. He huffed and panted, his toes curling and his hips desperately trying to buck up against the sensations, desiring far more than the vibrator was giving.

The Fox, however, was immensely enjoying the feeling of the mouth around his cock, shooting dribbles of pre-cum right into the boy's throat, to which the wolf quickly and efficiently swallowed amidst his squirming. With each thrust, the vulpine groaned and his knot swelled just that little bit more than usual, before he'd pull back and thrust again. He had no intention of knotting the boy's mouth: that would cause a whole heap of trouble.

Suddenly, Tyler felt it. His toes curled hard and he whimpered, arching his back as the pressure was too much to bear. He orgasmed, spurting thick, gooey strings of cum from the end of his canine cock. They travelled in an arc and landed cleanly against his chest, with the occasional drop against his throat. He spurted string after string in differing arcs and splatters, the globs of cum dashing across his chest and stomach and dribbling down his member onto the vibrator. He whimpered in utter delight, his chest heaving and his muscles beginning to loosen and relax.

The Fox wasn't done yet, however, his hips slamming back and forth with gusto as he felt his own orgasm rising. His balls swayed, lightly smacking into the canine's nose, and each thrust made him shudder. He could feel every muscle around his dick, and Tyler was putting his tongue to good use, sliding it around his member as he pushed into him.

"Oh yeah..." The Fox sighed out after a while, curling his mildly cum-stained hand on the boy's chest and thrust forwards one last time. His knot bulge against the boy's lips as a thick rope of cum shot from the end of his cock, right into the boy's throat. For a moment, Tyler gagged, but he quickly gulped down the salty load, awaiting the next spurt with an eagerness unlike no other. He took each and every gulp of cum that was thrown at him, the Fox not letting him take a breath, even for a second. Eventually, that orgasm faded like any other, and the Fox slid back with a sigh, sliding his member from his Pet's mouth.

"Good boy. Very, very good boy. You've definitely earned your lunch today, and a few treats." The Fox leant up and smiled, and the Wolf toothily grinned up at his Master, watching him circle around him and stroking his slightly gooey chest. He got to his feet, sliding a hand along the boy's head as he left the room. Tyler wasn't sure why at first, but then he heard the tap running, and assuming the vulpine went to wash his hands.

Tyler sat there for a moment, waiting, still strapped to the Horse and spread-eagled, with a dildo pressed into his backside. He squirmed a little when he realised that the Fox was taking quite a while, and he chalked it up to the vulpine making him stew in it for a little bit, to make him pent-up and to tease him. His stomach quivered for just a moment at the thought of being strapped in here on purpose as punishment, unable to move.

It took 20 minutes for the Fox to come back, and by the time he returned, Tyler was squirming and trying to make his way off of the strange contraption, to no avail. In his hand, the Fox carried a bag of edible biscuits, and a bowl of food. He set it down on the floor and shook his head, tutting under his breath.

"Impatient?" He stepped forward and crouched down, undoing the straps as Tyler remained still. Once his arms and legs were free, he stretched them out and sighed, and rolled onto his front when the final strap was released. Just as he was about to make his way towards the food bowl, he felt a tugging on his collar, and he was pulled back towards the horse.

"Now, now," The vulpine began, wagging his finger. "You misbehaved. You didn't wait for me to come back, so you're going to have to be punished."

Tyler shook his head and let out a little whine, but there was nothing he could do. The Fox dragged him over to the Horse by the collar and forced him to climb over it on his front. His arms were strapped back into the strange contraption, and his legs were given the same treatment, his behind and ball sack exposed completely. Tyler squirmed briefly to get a bit more comfortable, but he had a feeling his wouldn't be good.

He watched out of the corner of his eye as the Fox went towards the hanging closet, which was typically known for all the horrible implements he used to punish the young Wolf. He tugged open the doors and picked up one of his favourite instruments: a wide wooden paddle, with a cloth-wrapped handle. Tyler squirmed desperately on the Bondage Horse, knowing what was coming. He watched in mild terror as the Fox drew closer, holding the paddle in his hand like some sort of medieval weapon.

Tyler wriggled and squirmed as the Fox moved out of his vision. His senses were heightened, in that moment. He didn't know when and where the Fox was going to strike, and the fear of the unknown, as well as the suspense, was driving him crazy. Then, he felt it.

The paddle connected with his left ass cheek, and the sound of that sharp slap echoed throughout the small bedroom. Tyler let out a whimper, scrunching his eyes shut, curling his toes and tensing his muscles. The pain seared like a stinging burn throughout his backside and he hissed through his gritted teeth, trying to bear through the pain as much as he could.

"This is for squirming and not being patient for when I returned," The paddle connected with his other cheek, and Tyler let out a whelp. "And this is for having any sort of emotion towards the news on the TV."

The paddle alternated between his two cheeks, going from one to the other, so neither one had a break. It only took 10 strikes between the two cheeks before the young Wolf was a blubbering, whimpering mess. Beneath the latex and his fur, his skin was a bright red, but the Fox had no way of telling. Tyler sniffled as tears trickled down his cheeks, the pain too much to bear.

"Are you going to behave?" The Fox demanded, accompanying his question with another slap to the boy's backside. "Are you?"

Tyler whined out in response and frantically shook his head, breathing harshly through his mouth and nose. His rump felt like it was on fire, each slap making his muscles tense and his pucker tighten around that dildo was that, somehow, still inside of him. He felt another slap to the other backside and he squealed, sniffling, his tail curling down between his legs.

Finally, it was over. He head the quiet 'thud' as the paddle was set down on the floor, and he began to feel the dildo move around inside him. Slowly, he could feel it sliding back and out of him, and he got a strange feeling of emptiness in his rump when it was finally removed. Though, he didn't have to wait too long for it to be filled up again, for in a matter of moments, he felt the Fox's all-too-familiar tapering end against his ass, and he felt him slide right into him, replacing the long rabbit-like dildo with something thicker and warmer.

"That's better," The fox chastised. "Now, you be a good boy, and moan for Master."

Tyler knew better than to refuse him now, and he did as he was told. His slightly gaping insides squeezed around around his cock and he let out the sweetest, most tender moan he could muster, his backside quivering. He felt the Fox's hands slide gently over his backside, squeezing him as he sunk deeper and deeper.

Then, the Fox's hand slapped his backside, and he yelped, clenching down immediately. His rump was still painfully sore, and any more slapping would only make it worse. But, surely, the Fox knew that already: that was likely why he was doing it. As the Wolf's muscles spasmed around the Fox's fat, knotted cock, his Master leant over and stroked across the boy's back, groaning in delight.

"That's it..." he murmured, sliding a little deeper with every passing second, until his knot bumped with the base of the wolf's asshole. He could feel just how tense the young Pet was, but he'd loosen up soon enough. With a sharp, unexpected thrust, he popped his knot into the Wolf's tight behind, and Tyler let out a soft gasp in response. His sphincter squeezed around down around the knot and the Fox let out a warm sigh of pleasure, sliding his hips back and forth for a moment.

Then, just like that, he yanked back, and his knot was forcibly tugged out of the boy's tight orifice with a sickening, wet 'pop'. The latex-covered Wolf whimpered in surprise and the Fox could visibly see his pucker squeeze around the Fox's length, growing accustomed to the sudden stretching and pulling. The Fox shoved his way inside again, slipping in his knot, before tugging out once more.

The Fox began in on a steady rhythm of knot-fucking, forcing his fat, bulbous base in and out of Tyler's backside, whilst the strapped-in pet had to take it. It didn't physically hurt so much, but it definitely felt rather uncomfortable, his ass getting the mixed feelings of being full and empty, back and forth. The room was filled with the wet, sloppy sounds of the knot popping in and out, with a mixture of lube and pre-cum dripping and splattering across the Fox's crotch and down his hefty balls.

Soon, he began to speed up, shoving his knot back and forth a little more gusto than usual as Tyler began to clench down a little harder, trying to get used to the feeling whilst the Fox moved at his own pace. Each time the knot was popped back and forth, the Fox let out a gentle groan, and Tyler was sure to receptive to those sounds with them quiet growls and moans of his own, knowing better than to disappoint. His own sheath was mildly dormant, but he was definitely feeling the tingle of pleasure inside him. It was, however, overshadowed by the still stinging back in his ass cheeks, which was made even worst by the Fox's powerful gripping.

"Oh fuck...I'm getting close, pet. Make sure to clamp down." He thrust forwards a few more times, slipping his knot in and out as it slowly began to swell with his orgasm. He knew he was right on the brink, and whilst he had wanted to hold out a little longer, he knew was it too late. As he popped his knot right into the Wolf's insides, he was orgasming.

Thick spurts of cum shot from the end of his member, and his balls tucked up against his taint as he filled up the Wolf's insides. Tyler paid close attention to how he squeezed and clenched, and the Fox groaned, sliding his hips back and tugging his knot off the tight orifice. Cum splattered across his crotch as he popped back, and when he forced his way in, cum dribbled from underneath and trickled down Tyler's taint and along his balls.

"Good boy..." The Fox mumbled after a moment, sliding his hips back as his knot popped from the ass again with ease. He rested back on his heels before a moment, before making his way across towards the dog bowl. He grabbed it in his hands and drifted over towards Tyler's head, and his Pet whined up at him, his eyes glancing from the bowl of food, to the cum-coated cock, and back up to the Fox's face.

"You can eat, when you clean me up like a good little pet." The Fox assured him, holding the bowl to the side as he cupped the 17 year old's cheek. Slowly, Tyler opened his mouth and the cock slid onto his tongue. Tyler was greeted to the rich, salty taste of his Master's cum, and he closed his eyes as the cock slid right down towards his throat. His tongue worked quickly and eagerly, dashing over the surface of the throbbing member and scooping up what he could, polishing it clean. When the Fox slid back out, his cock was covered in nothing but spittle.

As promised, the Fox held out the bowl in front of the Wolf's face, and he held it for him whilst the tied-up boy ate out of it, chewing the food down eagerly, the mixture of steak, potatoes and vegetables giving him all the nutrients he needed.

"There we go. Eat up, boy. We'll take you for a walk in an hour." He assured him. Normally, he would have been training him a little bit, but the boy already had all the training he needed, really. He was completely obedient, for the most part, and he was slowly working the kinks out of him, one spank at a time.

After Tyler had ate, he was taken out of his harness, and he was finally changed out of the latex suit. It was rather bad when he had to change: the lube inside the suit often matted and ruined his fur, which required him to get a deep soak in the bath, which he often thoroughly enjoyed. For the most part, he behaved when he was in the bath, and the Fox was...well, surprisingly affectionate in cleaning him, stroking all over his body and making sure his fur was perfectly clean. Initially, it had been embarrassing and violating to get cleaned like this, but since they did it every day, he soon became accustomed to the treatment, and even began to enjoy it.

The Fox was incredibly methodical with his cleaning for a reason: leaving all that lubricant in the Wolf's fur could often cause problems. The Latex suit was put in the wash after their bath and the Fox was kind to his Pet, at least for an hour or two: usually after his bath, he let the Wolf dry out with a towel naturally. He was still forced to be on his hands and knees, but his fur was allowed to air out for at least an hour, before he was lubed back up and another suit was put on him.

Over the past few months, Tyler had begun to like the Fox, in a way. The punishments were horrible, but the life wasn't strictly terrible. The only thing holding him back was his family, yet the longer he was held captive, the more he began to forget about them. He wondered if he'd forget about them completely, and he wasn't altogether sure.

The day went by slowly. After his bath and cleaning, he dried off and relaxed around the bedroom, before he slipped into another suit and was finely dressed up in another brand new latex outfit, covering his entire body as all the rest have time and time again. After that, they trained more on the Bondage Horse, much to the Fox's delight, who enjoyed taking the Wolf in his new position time and time again. Tyler enjoyed some of it for the most part, especially when he was allowed to cum.

Then, when all was done, the Fox laid on his bed and Tyler climbed up, resting around the Fox's ankles and settling down like a good pet. Slumber took him, and he dreamt once more of his blurry faces.

Only, this time, they were beginning to walk away.

-- x --

Another year had passed. For the Fox, it had been an interesting year, as he had ordered number new bondage apparatus, from leg spreaders, to more hanging implements and furniture, putting his Pet in all manner of compromising positions.

Slowly, the news of Tyler's disappearance and search for him was beginning to fade. All the leads that the police had followed up had turned up empty, and no-one knew where he was. As the 2 year mark loomed, the police were under pressure to find the boy, but they had all but given up. Tyler had turned 18 not too long ago, and the minute the full 2 years passed, he would be declared dead by the state, and the search would be dropped. No-one but his family cared, and even they were beginning to lose hope.

Tyler had almost forgotten them completely. 2 years of being trained into being the ideal fucktoy by his Fox Master had filled his brain with how to act, what commands to adhere to and all the knowledge he needed for his new life, pushing all the knowledge of his old life behind him. He didn't need to remember his studies, or math, or anything of the sort, or even who his friends were.

He had no need for them now: his entire life was built around being a pet. He only needed to know how to bark, walk, and take a cock, and all of those things he could do excellently. The Fox was pleased that he was so obedient.

But, at the same time, the Fox was bored. Tyler had become an amazing pet, but part of the fun was training and disciplining him to do as he was told. He was such an adventurous and rebellious young boy when the Fox had first taken him under his wing, but now? He did everything without question, and that was impressive, but also disappointing. The spanking had turned the Fox on, and whilst he could still punish the Pet for not doing a single thing wrong, his heart wasn't in it unless the Wolf was being punished for a reason other than to get his dick hard.

That day was the 2 year anniversary of them being together, and it was almost as if it were like any other day. The light filtered in through the window and Tyler awoke from the light as he did every other morning, and began to nuzzle against his Master's side, prodding and poking him, coaxing him into life. The Fox groaned and peeled his eyes open to see the Pet rubbing against him, and he blew a sigh.

"Hey, Pet." He smiled wryly, and sat up. The Fox was 28 now, and he wasn't getting any younger. As much as he had enjoyed the young boy as much as he could, maybe it was time he finally let him go. He slid his hand over the Wolf's head and Tyler tilted his head up at the Fox's face, realising he didn't look too pleased. He let out a croon, sliding his nose against the Fox's bare chest, and the vulpine sighed.

"You're a good boy." He murmured, stroking his thumb along the boy's cheek, and Tyler dipped his head to accept more pets like a canine truly should. The vulpine was happy to apply them, but he had a heavy heart, wondering how on Earth he was going to break the news. Surely, Tyler would be heartbroken.

Slowly, the Fox rolled over, forcing Tyler onto his back, and the Pet stared up at him with a goofy, very dog-like expression, his legs spread-eagled in that latex suit and his tail wagging to and fro. It was then that the Fox decided what he was going to do: give him the best day of his Pet life, and then cut him loose.

"Do you know what day it is?" The Fox smiled, stroking his hand along the latex-covered belly of the boy. "It's our anniversary. 2 years today, in fact."

Tyler let out a playful bark to make it clear he knew, and the Fox smirked in response. He leant back and stroking along the 18 year old's inner thighs, before digging his hands under the Wolf's knees, making sure he was well and truly spread. The Fox was naked, as usual, and he smeared his swelling sheath against the canine's backside, the tapered end of his vulpine member pressing firmly against the trained orifice.

Very rarely did the Master actually enjoy his Pet in this kind of position, without restraints or implements designed to hinder the pup, but on this particular occasion, he saw it fit to treat the Pet as he was: a man. He pressed the tip against that fine pucker and slowly began to penetrate him, sliding his growing vulpine member into the canine's rump, feeling it stretch and accommodate him with ease. The Wolf didn't even need training in that department anymore: the Fox always fit snugly, and Tyler never felt any pain.

The canine let out a small whine of pleasure and rolled his head back against the covers as the member sunk deeper and deeper. He could feel it growing inside him and his muscles automatically parted and stretched to accommodate for any extra girth that came forth, his insides squeezing and flexing down against every throbbing, pulsing inch.

The Fox rocked atop him with a groan of pleasure, his member sliding in and out as his swelling knot squished up against the tight backside, pre-cum smearing and dribbling into the canine's insides. Each movement grew slicker and slicker with each thrust, filling the air with the short, wet 'slaps' of their sex. His Pet panted below him, his chest heaving up and down as his half hard member twitched against his chest, pulsing weakly and leaking pre-cum, as it always did.

Their thrusting and humping continued for a good few minutes as the Fox rammed back and forth, his panting and groaning frowning more and more intense with each passing second, his cheeks clenching and his teeth gritting. His knot bounced off of his pet's backside as it threatened to enter, but the Fox wasn't putting his full back into it yet. He was watching the Pet's cock grow and grow, until it, too, was at full mast, bouncing happily against his stomach as the Wolf happily whimpered and moaned his approval, his chest heaving up and down.

Soon, he heard those whimpers of pleasure growing more and more earnest, and the Fox sped up, watching the tip of the canine's member practically drooling pre-cum, dripping onto his stomach and trickling down the plastic onto his chest. He teased his knot against the entrance, waiting for the exact right time, his hands firmly clenching the Wolfs hips.

Tyler whined in earnest, feeling that familiar pressure building in his loins that he had begun to crave. He bucked his hips wildly and rolled his head up, exhaling hard through his nose as, suddenly, his orgasm hit him. Thick strings of cum shot from the end of his bouncing member, travelling in irregular arcs that splattered across his chest and stomach at various angles. His inner muscles spasmed with each convulsion, urging the Fox to his own orgasm.

The vulpine, however, desired a little more than just a simple thrust. He eased his knot into the Wolf's insides and sighed, relaxing atop him as his knot squirmed and pushed inside the canine, feeling the way the muscles clamped around the bulbous base and squeezed hard. It coaxed him enough to his own orgasm, and he let out a slow groan as his cock pulsed and throbbed, pumping his thick, gooey cum into the wolf's insides, his balls churning and tucking up to his body as his taint tenses and quivers with each throb.

The Fox let out a long sigh of relief and rolled onto his side, taking the canine with him and gently cuddling into his front, sliding his hands all over his body and making sure to vigorously, silently praise him for how well he had behaved, and how tightly he had squeezed. Tyler was void of any sort of bad feelings for the Fox since his capture, and he readily accepted the affection like a pet should, nuzzling into the Fox's hands like a dog.

"You're a good boy. My good boy." The Fox smiled, watching the canine nuzzle against him, one leg firmly cocked up so that the knot could remain dislodged without any uncomfortableness. It took little time for him to withdraw, as the Wolf was at least reasonably loose enough for him to pull out before he was fully deflated. With that, he rolled over onto his back and slid out of bed, putting on some pants.

He let out a small whistle and gestured with a hand, and Tyler obediently got out of bed, the white-furred Wolf crawling across on his hands and knees towards the door. He was lead down towards the kitchen, as was their routine almost every morning. Tyler needed to use the bathroom, but he patiently waited, albeit with a little bit of squirming, just so he didn't have to think about it. In a matter of minutes, a bowl sat in front of him, and he bowed his head to greedily chew down the food, his tail wagging to and fro.

The Fox wasn't too sure what to do with the Wolf on what was to be their last day. It didn't really seem like the day to call for nothing but TV and the occasional sex: he wanted it to be extravagant and full of adventure. But his mind was drawing a blank at any possible suggestions. He watched absently as the Wolf devoured his early morning meal, and whilst he ate, the Fox leant down to clip his leash onto his collar, making sure it was fastened tight.

"Alright. C'mon, pet. Time for a walk." He gave the leash a sharp tug, and Tyler responded obediently, though took a few extra minutes to polish off his bowl before following. They went towards the front door again as usual, and out they went.

The walk was quiet, the Fox lost in thought about today's event, and what was to come later on. Tyler was none the wiser to his plans as he crawled along beside him, taking in the sights of smells of the forest around them. The trail was always rather nice, often bustling with life, the trees shaking left and right in the wind. They walked for around 5 minutes before the Fox eventually stopped, staring out over the plains with a sigh. Tyler looked up at him and tilted his head.

"Oh, it's nothing, Pet." The Fox assured him, crouching down and stroking the top of his head, eventually reaching down to unclip the leash from it's collar, allowing the canine free roam for a little bit. Tyler nuzzled against his Master's hand before he turned and waddled off, going exploring a little bit. The Fox knew he'd return. All traces of the previous boy had gone, leaving nothing but a pet in it's wake.

After about 10 minutes, he watched the Wolf come back to him with a happy grin plastered on his face, his tail wagging to and fro. The Fox inspected him, briefly, before appearing satisfied. Looks like his Pet only needed to pee, thankfully. With that, he gestured, and they slowly began to make their way back, Tyler obediently crawling along beside the Fox and nuzzling up against his leg every so often.

The sun shone overhead, filtering in through the trees and easily illuminating their path in an almost magical sort of setting. Butterflies fluttered left and right, bees buzzing against flowers, and squirrels clambering up trees to collect nuts for the coming winter in 5 months time. It was a beautiful day, and one to send his Pet off to.

The house was inevitably in sight, but the Fox stopped for a moment, looking down at his Pet. Tyler cocked his head and looked up at him happily, his tail wagging a little faster when he saw a smile dawn upon the vulpine's face.

"Turn around." The Fox commanded, and Tyler responded without question, crawling around on his knee pads and hands and raisin his tail up, exposing the taut pucker, slightly dribbling with cum. The Fox knelt down, stroking across the canine's latex-covered rump, sliding up against him and rolling his crotch against that fine behind. The pet knew what his Master wanted, and he was eager to give it to him.

Tyler pushed his hips back a little and let out a crooning whine from his throat, grinning widely at the sight of the Fox's slowly tenting member, and the vulpine quickly unzipped his pants to reveal himself. he slid his knotted member up and down the boy's ass for a moment, before sliding back and pushing against him with ease. The vulpine could feel the warm mixture of cum and pre-cum around his cock, and he slipped his member in to the base with very little effort.

Tyler squeezed down, much like he always did, and pushed his hips back against his Master with a gentle moan. The Vulpine leant forwards, pressing his chest against the canine's back and propping himself up on the grass with a hand, mounting him like any other animal. He spread his legs a little and began to thrust into the canine in short, rapid burts, his knot squishing against the tight orifice and the sounds of their vigorous sex emitting wet, sloppy 'squelches'.

The Fox began to pant in earnest, his hips buckling wildly against the canine as Tyler took it with pride, his head rolling back and a whimper escaping his lips. The vulpine leant down, pressing his lips into the Canine's neck, before suddenly biting him. Tyler let out a mixture of a yelp and a groan, his muscles quivering and spasming against the thick knotted cock, his insides milking as much as they could. The knot rapidly bounced and slapped against the Wolf's backside, threatening to enter at any moment.

The Fox violently shuddered, thrusting his hips and forcing his knot into the canine's backside, feeling the way Tyler's muscles suddenly clamped down against his cock and squeezed powerfully, milking his knot and forcing to to swell with blood. The Fox's orgasm was already approaching, and he was about to give it to him.

The Fox let out a groan of pure ecstasy, and his cock throbbed, pumping another thick load into his pet's backside, the second load mixing with the first to create a sloppy concoction that filled up the wolf's insides. The vulpine tugged back harsly and Tyler relaxed immediately, letting out a weak gasp as the knot popped from his ass, coated in seed. The Fox withdrew completely, sliding his cock up between the Wolf's asscheeks for a moment, before he got to his feet, watching the way the cum dribbled from his Pet's ass.

"Come on, let's head inside. I'll get you cleaned up." He assured the boy, and Tyler stuck out his tongue, wagging his tail like a dog as he followed him. Luckily, the Fox left a towel in the kitchen most of the time, and he quickly used it to wipe off his cock and quickly clean up the Wolf's cum-dripping rump, before he lead him through into the living room.

He decided that maybe it was better to enjoy the Pet whilst he had the time, and he turned on the TV, immediately patting the couch next to him, allowing the latex-covered canine to hope up next to him. Tyler nuzzled up against the vulpine's side and pressed his head down against his lap, enjoying his warmth. His Master placed a hand on his head, gently stroking behind his ear as his eyes focused on the TV, watching horrible daytime television, even if only for a couple of hours.

A number of hours passed, and the Fox was simply sitting there, his mind full of questions. He was almost a little reminiscent of how the Wolf was when he first met him, how rebellious and demanding he could be, how eager he was not to listen to commands. He could still remember the way the young pup quivered against the various spankings he received. But now, he was just a husk of his former self: nothing but a walking cock sleeve, a loving 'sex pet' who knew nothing but how to please his Master. Whilst that was fun, the chase was gone, and that was half of the fun with training pups like Tyler.

It was already nearing the mid afternoon when the Fox finally moved, and the Wolf gently squirmed as he felt the legs underneath him shifting. It looked as if Tyler had fallen asleep against his Master. It was the ultimate sign of trust, and the Fox stroked along the boy's fur for a moment, before he got up, stretching out his back.

"It's already getting pretty late..." The Fox mumbled, glancing down to the slowly waking canine, watching his sleepy expression and smirking a little. "...Pet. Do you want to use the harness again?"

It was probably the most 'fun' apparatus that Tyler enjoyed, and he quickly got to his feet at the suggestion, stepping off of the couch and eagerly patting his hands to the ground, displaying his excitement. The vulpine chuckled and gestured, stepping back and heading towards the stairs as the Wolf eagerly followed, his tail rapidly wagging left and right.

The ceiling harness had been used a good number of times since the Fox had known Tyler, and he would have agreed that it was easily the most 'fun' apparatus as well. With a quick gesture, his Pet got to his feet properly and leant back against the harness with all the casualness he could muster, easily slipping back against the hammock-like traps and spreading his legs to allow them to be properly set into place. The Fox did just that, curling the leather around the boy's ankles and wrists, tightly strapping him into the harness, and making sure he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

He reached for the vibrator next, and Tyler perked up at the sight of it, his tail wagging that much faster. He enjoyed the vibrator immensely, and it often took him very little to cum when it was around. The vulpine undid the button on his jeans, and it took little effort for him to yank down his pants, fully exposing his growing sheath. The vibrator whirred into life at the push of a button, and the Fox teased his pet by dragging it over his shiny, latex-covered boy, making the boy quiver and squirm against it. Eventually, he brushed it down against the Wolf's balls and sheath, and the Pet let out a little groans of pleasure, bucking his hips in delight. The tip of his member slid from it's sheath, pulsing weakly against his stomach. It was soon met with the vibrator and rapidly drew in response, as the Wolf let out snorting huffs of pleasure.

The vulpine coaxed his member to half-hardness with a few tugs and strokes, and he slipped the tapering end against his pet's taut member for the third time that way, sliding his way inside and feeling the muscles periodcally squeezing around him. He bumped his hips forward and groaned under his breath. It always felt wonderful to be inside his pet, and Tyler was always happy to squeeze and grip around him, like a pet truly should.

Slowly, Tyler's Master thrust his hips forward and made sure to keep the vibrator firmly against the Wolf's cock, living the way he squirmed and whined, his toes curling and splaying every so often. The Wolf's member was already at full mast, throbbing against his stomach and trickling pre-cum down his suit.

The Fox bucked and thrust, his cock easily sliding in and out of the Wolf's backside as the harness rocked him back and forth. The vibrator steadily rumbled against the wolf's back and the canine was left near-delirious in pleasure, his tongue hanging from his mouth and a weak whimper escaping his mouth. His knot was swelling, and the Fox knew he was getting close.

It happened in an instant. The Wolf rolled his head back further and let out a gargling groan of pure, intense bliss as his chest heaved up and down. Thick dribbles of cum poured from the end of his cock, pooling around his stomach and dribbling down in rivers, trickling down to his inner thighs and around his rump, dripping to the floor. The Fox could feel each and each convulsion in the form of tight squeezes, and he felt the pressure in his loins building.

Suddenly, he was orgasming too, pumping thick ropes of cum into the canines backside with each and every thrust, his knot swelled to it's limit as he bounced it off of the Wolf's backside. He let out hot, panting gasps of pleasure, the cum seeping from his pet's backside as his member continued to slide back and forth, even amidst his orgasm, and the Wolf whimpered lovingly, squeezing down against his cock, trying to milk every drop of cum from it.

Slowly, the Fox pulled back, panting harshly, overcome with pleasure and the hum of post-coital ecstasy. He rolled his head back for a moment and sighed, rounding the Wolf's body and moving the vibrator away from his dick. He leant down, planting a kiss on his Pet's forehead, reaching up to unstrap him from the harness.

"Let's get you cleaned up, Pet."

He eased the Wolf back onto his feet and lead him towards the bathroom for his routine daily bath, though this one bore a few different connotations. This was the last bath that the Fox was ever going to give him, and he was going to make the most of it.

It was loving, and it was sweet. Whatever Tyler might have thought about the Fox when he kidnapped him couldn't compare to the love a Master had for his Pet, especially in these circumstances. With the Wolf undressed completely and slipping into the warm water of the bath, the Fox did the same, and they shared the bath together. The vulpine's movements were slow and methodical, each one dripping with feeling, laced with love and good intentions. His hands ran over Tyler's front, washing him completely of any and all lubricant, of any horrible thoughts.

Slowly, those hands stroked along his neckline and up to his cheeks, cupping them as he planted a warm, sensual kiss on the Wolf's forehead. His pet crooned gently, getting the impression that something was wrong, and nuzzled against the vulpine's neck, taking in his scent. The Fox's hands worked lower wordlessly, making sure everywhere was clean, before he finally stepped out of the bath. With two warm towels in hand, he dried himself and the Wolf completely, before he lead his Pet by the hand into the bedroom, allowing him a brief moment to walk on two legs, for once.

"Here. Put these on, and don't question me." He handed the pup a pair of loose shorts, and Tyler held them in his hands with a look of confusion. However, he did as he was told, and he slowly stepped into them as the Fox tugged on his own shirt and pants, making himself look decent. After that, he slipped on a hoodie, and zipped it up firmly, before putting his hands on the Pet's shoulders.

"We're going to the car."

Tyler was moderately confused, his Pet instincts leading him to think that something was amiss. He wasn't sure what the Fox had in mind, but his loyal trust for him forced him not to question his motives, and he got back onto his hands and knees, obediently crawling after the Fox towards the front door. The vulpine swung it open and lead Tyler to the car, a sleek black SUV. He opened up the back seat and let the boy clamber inside, and he circled to the driver's seat himself, starting up the engine.

The Fox drove in silence, his eyes cloudly with hidden emotions as he drove out of the driveway, and down a long, winding country road. Tyler watched the trees and plains roll by with a worried expression, glancing back to the Fox every so often, making noises to try and get him to speak, but the Fox refused to utter a word.

Soon, the rolling plains were replaced by pathways and parks, and those were replaced by the bustling city streets and residential houses. Tyler frowned, watching the houses roll by, feeling more and more nervous with each passing second. Eventually, the car stopped in the most unlikely place.

They were parked right outside Tyler's front door, practically 5 minutes away from where he was initially kidnapped. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he remembered it, but he couldn't recall where. He turned his head towards the Fox, who was pulling the hood up to conceal himself.

"Get out of the car, Pet."

For once, Tyler didn't obey immediately, a worried, questioning noise emitting from his throat. He leant forwards in his seat and nuzzled into the Fox's neck, and the vulpine sighed, sliding a hand over his cheek and giving the Wolf an affectionate pet.

"Get out of the car."

Tyler slowly leant back and his nose scrunched up, but he trusted the Fox. He reached over and opened the door, stepping out and returning to his usual 4-limbed movement as he shut the door behind him. He crawled towards the passenger door and leant up, patting at the window, staring at the Fox. He began to let out desperate whines when he realised the Fox wasn't joining him. He saw the vulpine's teary-eyed expression as he looked away from him, staring straight ahead.

The engine kicked in, and in a matter of seconds, the car peeled out of it's parked spot and headed off down the road before the canine could stop him. Tyler sat there for a moment, staring at the car driving away, before he started to bark. It was quiet at first, but got louder and louder, trying to get him to come back. The barks quickly became choked in his throat as tears began to roll down his face. He angled his head up to the sky and let out a pained howl. Lost, broken, and alone.

"Tyler? Oh my god, Tyler!"

A woman ran out of the house and down the porch, almost tripping on the steps as they rushed towards the white-furred Wolf, wrapping him in her arms and hugging him tightly. She sobbed into his shoulder, but he didn't even notice her, his eyes staring out down the road, desperately hoping his Master would return. He didn't know what life was without him. He needed him to come back.

But he never did.

He was alone.