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Bondage and Discipline 6) Punish with Pleasure

Actually I had something else in mind, another way to punish Ned and amuse the guard and guests. And I was allowed to rise to kneel, crawl to the pain table, and show them. Ned was gasping, from his fear of what I'd do to him next and what the guards had already done. He begged for punishment. He still thought he was a strong Wolf and could take whatever the guards dished out.

In a way he was right, because he was slave as a legal punishment. He was technically the court's property, so if any guard or Mistress Monica herself really injured him, they would themselves be made slave to pay for property damage. So everyfur had to restrain themselves, even the slave Fox. In the old days a furr could just be captured, chained and beaten into sub- mission; even tortured or killed. and there was no legal remedy.

But a slave *can* be punished, hurt so much he screams and begs for the most extreme degradation, just to make it stop. I intended to punish Ned in a way that if he ever got the chance for revenge I wouldn't risk injury. Unless you count forced orgasms and helpless gales of laughter.

What I did to Ned's helpless male Wolf flesh made him cringe and beg to obey me as his Master. Me, a slave Fox! I began by gripping the long hind- paw and ... tickling his toes! Fiddling with them, rubbing his blunt claws and making him struggle to bend up and look at what I was doing to him. I pushed him back easily with my weight, even though I'm smaller than he is.

I forced Ned to helplessly endure my fingers rubbing the fur between his toes, fondling the bare calluses on his paws, tickling the underside of his long hindpaws. He kicked and struggled, helpless in the chains, and hurt himself on their cruel unforgiving grip. Then I did the same to his other hindpaw, enjoying his gasps and the dread in his eyes.

Because you see, it really was a punishment. I wasn't doing Ned at his command, or even for mutual pleasure, I was just doing something *to* him. And before you start screaming "Gay! Gay! the Fox is Gay!" and tying me to fences, remember I'm not touching Ned's sex organs, just feeling him up a lot. So it's not sexual, so it's not *homo*sexual, so it cannot be gay. Look it up in the frakkin dictionary.

Anyfur still readin'? My Master was gonna stop me writing, but Mis- tress just giggled and he relented. Anyway, I was doing Ned the Wolf as he lay chained to the Pain Table, and I was making him hurt himself thrashing around while the guests watched. We were simply two slaves entertaining them.

I felt him up his hindpaws and headed for his ankles. Remember his black Wolf fur had been trimmed to humiliate him, and I took advantage. The coarse guard hairs had been sheared and the soft underfur was exposed. Ned struggled helplessly as his eyes widened in absolute terror.

Because he'd realised what I was gonna do. Punish him with pleasure. As my fingers closed on his left ankle, he actually howled and begged for mercy. I said sure, I'd do him gentle. He wanted me to stop, please, but he was here for pain and I was ordered to provide it.

I felt Ned's left ankle through the trimmed fur around the chain cuff. He tried to buck and pull away, but he was held, and howled again as he only dug the hard edge into his helpless flesh. I let him buck, to show him it didn't matter. Nothing he did could save him; all his Wolf strength was use- less. Ned howled in misery.

If I'd been doing him for my own fun, I might have let him rest. But the guests had paid to see a slave punished, so I started Ned's right ankle, fondling him from his paw up and around the heel a digitigrade predator holds off the ground. I fondled, Ned bucked and hurt and howled. He was breathing heavy, and I was glad somefur else was there. I was a sickie, and I wouldn't have stopped myself.

I'm not proud of what a beast I became, forgetting my sapience as I felt the Wolf. Rubbing him up, pushing the fur against the way it grew, run- ning my fingers through it and drawing patterns. His trimmed fur let me push my blunt claws down to the skin, and I was very careful I only tickled him. Ned was gasping, struggling to control himself, struggling to endure it but failing and hurting himself on the chains.

Tying him down all over would have been a mercy. Then he would only struggle against the ties, helplessly exhausting himself. As it was, he could move a bit, struggle until the cuffs stopped him. Digging into his flesh pain- fully, but not sharp enough to cut the skin.

See, the cuffs had been designed very carefully to hurt but not cut. If you pushed back and forth, they might abrade the skin; but that trimmed fur was in the way. It wouldn't protect against pain, just injury. So there wouldn't be any marks which would reduce a furr's value at auction. No other furr would be able to tell how much Ned had suffered.

I was relentless, merciless, remorseless. I felt Ned's shins, slid around his calves, began feeling his knees. That's bone, not muscle, and the merciless feeling of Ned slowed and let him relax. By this time he'd tired himself out struggling, and moaned helplessly. The Bengal guard put a paw on mine to stop me, and I fell to the floor like a stone. Had I angered him?

But we just gave Ned time to regain his breath. See, that was part of the punishment, and I had to learn to spread it out. The furr body can only take so much stimulation; even pleasure begins to fade as the body can't make the nerves respond. Slow down, fox; you've got hours with Ned.

So I was made to learn another lesson of my slavery. I had thought the guards who punished me were hesitant; now I learned they were merciless, forcing me to rest and regain sensitivity before doing me again. You see, the males punished me with pain; I'd learned punishment by pleasure from Mistress Monica.

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So I kept on punishing Ned, doing him gentle. I saw his balls in their parachute pull toward his body, I knew he desperately wanted to come. See, we're both Canids, and we all like lots of sex. Even the ladies who say they don't. Guys like it a lot anyway, and any inhibitions we'd had as freefurs was taken away with the training and drugs. Males were forced to restrain them- selves, and females were forced to become sluts.

But our paws were chained in the night cages, so we couldn't fondle ourselves and get relief. And we were kept apart to avoid unauthorised, er, training. Relief of any kind was carefully denied us, so our will to resist would be broken by our own body needs.

It's cruel and makes us learn we're animals who no longer control our own bodies. I knew from, ahem, fondling myself at the guard's command when I would lose control, and I knew Ned had been drugged and denied relief. Now I did something I'll admit is gay. I crawled on top of Ned, grabbed his throb- bing cock in my foxy snout, and sucked him off.

I'd done it for the guards on command, and I still don't care for cocks. I much prefer licking ladyfurs, and drinking their pleasure. But I'd been teasing Ned for quite awhile, and as I said we're both Canids, and both slaves. I was frankly enjoying fondling the Wolf, I was getting hard, and I wasn't thinking clearly. There was a stiffening cock near my mouth, and the balls to power it. I just did what seemed right at the time.

Since I was on top of Ned, he was surprised. I think he was a closet bisexual, because he didn't fight oral sex any more than he fought simple sub- mission. I only held his legs and hips down, so he bucked his head, arms and chest. It felt like a real accomplishment to make a male like my tongue.

I felt like I'd really forced Ned to lose control. My foxy snout's long enough to take males a bit bigger than me, so Wolfey-boy wasn't really a problem. I let him pound his hard meat deep down my throat and swallowed his salty hot seed. I'd been trained by Tigers and Bears to hold my breath.

The drugs I'd been forced to drink damaged my inhibitions, because some masters buy males to suck them. And do other gay things. I no longer judge; if it feels good, do it. Nofur gets upset in the public parks seeing a freefur of any gender using a slave of any gender, any more than they mind seeing the statues of nude slaves. It's just art.

But the Tiger guard really seemed to enjoy it, because I'd resisted sucking him until he used my ears as reins, forcing me until my vision went dark and I helplessly did whatever he demanded. Now he'd broken me so much that I sucked the slave to keep him from making a mess on the pain table. And later, when I regained my mind, I was totally humiliated as all the guards discussed my 'breakthrough'.

I was no longer a resisting slave. I had become a broken boy slut, and it marked the end of my ability to refuse such acts. I still prefer females, and I still pick them the few times I've been allowed a choice. But I no longer have the self-respect to resist pleasuring males.

When Ned finished, he expressed his surprise. I was a bit weak from holding my breath, but I tried to dominate him some more, since he was chained to the table. I tried to demand that he suck my cock, but it came out more like a question, and Ned giggled. He was submissive since I'd hurt him, and he was teasing as he said, "Make me, Foxy!"

I was still sitting on Ned, and it felt good to hold his warm body. I looked at the guard and asked if the punishment was to continue, and he gave me a ring gag. I immediately opened my mouth and stuck it in! The guard laughed so hard he had to hold the table, and I wanted to suck him. He was standing there at the right height for me to lie down, and I had my mouth open.

The audience got a big laugh too, and I think I got skill points added to my record for the submission. I decided to make the most of it and tried to tie the ring gag's leather straps, but of course it's designed so nofur can reach behind his own head. So the guard helped me, and I helplessly rubbed his crotch. How else could a loosely-chained naked slave todd thank his master?

He gave me another ring and told me to gag the Wolf. Oh, of course, Master, my mistake; you wanted Ned gagged to begin with? I did him, and he'd had a chance to recover from his hard forced ejaculation. Remember Canids recover quickly. I was still sitting on him to hold him down, and moved my hips purposely toward his mouth. I got up on my paws and knees, still holding him down and poked his muzzle meaningfully with my soft sausage.

Ned *had* recovered, because he was back to 'resistive slave'. He refused to open. I slapped him hard across the face, and grabbed his black nose. He could either open his mouth and take my limp cock, or choke. Then I reached behind me to poke his parachute, and the pain of the metal teeth made the choice for him.

Ned the black Wolf submitted to a mere slave Fox. He opened his mouth just enough to slither his long pink tongue out and touch my cock. I wasn't about to allow him to be dainty, and I remembered the cruel Tiger guard training me to suck cock. I grabbed Ned's ears and pulled!

Well, I was quite glad I'd ring-gagged Ned first, because his instinct was to bite down! He only hurt his soft mouth on the hard metal, and whimpered. I stage-whispered, so the audience could hear, "That's what a slave gets for trying to bite! Naughty Wolf!

I wasn't sure everyfur had twigged what was going on, because my fox- flesh blocked the view. Of course Ned had been broken to the cock by cruel guards too, and did what I commanded. I was a bit wet from the excitement and he licked my sheath, then leaned up off the Pain Table a bit to lick around me, up the side and where the skin touches the groin.

I was and still am a broken slutty boy. Every slave learns quickly to take whatever pleasure is offered before it's taken away, and I took full advantage of Ned since the guard said it was OK to amuse the audience. I was still sitting on Ned, and wiggled my butt while my tail thrashed around.

I was stimulating Ned's fur-trimmed legs on purpose and riding him, holding his ears and making him suck me. He was a ball-broken slave, not yet slutty like me but I'd hurt him, and he wanted to protect himself. Even if he had to suck a slave.

My tail was thrashing wildly as it always did when I was trying to restrain myself, and Ned was getting hard again despite the ball restraint. If he kept it up very long, he'd get blueball; and I knew it quite well from my own training. I was very careful with the dungeon's property.

Again I ordered Ned to suck me off, and again he submitted as I pulled his ears. I could get very used to riding Wolfy-boy. By now my cock was fully unsheathed, and my knot was engorged. I love a good suck as much as the next male, and Ned had become very attentive after I'd hurt him by tickling him. I'd hurt Ned with pleasure.

As Ned's newly-talented tongue continued its exploration of my sheath, he started whimpering and moaning. I withdrew my knot, where it had felt *very* good in his mouth, to let him catch his breath. I slipped it around his muzzle, teasing him with my trickle, and made him drink. Then the Tiger guard felt my ears and I murred loudly and leaned my head back.

I wanted his touch. He'd trained me one-on-one, and I do mean *on*; remember I said I'd become a slutty boy? I was being done by the cock and by the ears, and I no longer had the self-respect to resist either pleasure. My tail stopped thrashing and went completely straight and rigid as the world stopped.

After a while I came back, remembered I was chained naked and sitting on a Wolf boy also chained naked. He was drinking the fox's hot white cum and I was bouncing up and down on his chest. I think he was so very submissive to a mere slave like me because his balls were hurting.

As I looked around I saw the audience's rapt attention. Even the lady- furs were leaning forward in their seats. And the viewing room was open to the pain room, just a grating of prison bars between slaves and freefurs. There was a definite scent of male and female musk, and I saw the Tiger's barbs.

So his cock was waking up too. He was so close to me, rubbing my ears and being so strong, so *male* neither of us slaves could resist begging to suck. Ned had been punished into sucking me, so he was well on his way to his own sluttiness. The Tiger laughed at his two slave boys.

It was time to give poor Ned a break, since he had shown himself to be broken. He was no longer fighting the chains of his slavery. He swallowed my cum like a good slut, then got a chance to rest his jaws and tongue. It was time for the fox to perform again.