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My Angel of Mercy by Shinigami Takahara

Chapter 1

Zaine hazily woke up with his head pounding and his eyes blinded by bright stage lights. The sounds of whispering filled his ears as well as an auctioneer who was explaining the next piece of "merchandise". He knew where he was. He was on a stage, and in front of him were some of the richest furs in all the world. Zaine was in chains with a red leather collar on around his neck. His paws had metal cuffs but his arms were being held behind his back by two bigger male furs. His ankles where cuffed and chained, and he was completely naked in front of a big dark ballroom full of people he couldn't see. Eyes carefully analyzing his body, their minds stirring about what kind of things they could do to him. However, he was in no position to feel fear at this point. The drugs were currently suppressing any emotion and limited the control of his body, not to the point where he was paralyzed and numb. He could still feel his limbs, but he was limp and couldn't even kneel without the support of the two guards.

"Ahem" said the auctioneer who was on the far side of the stage "Our next piece of merchandise is a male white wolf." He gestured to Zaine. "He is twenty-one years old, five foot six, and has deep blue eyes. For those of you who are interested in cute faces and snow-white fur, this is certainly a great deal. Especially since it's been noted he's into men, not that he has choice if wants to do it or not." There was moment of masculine chuckling. Clearly, there were only men at this event. "Continuing, he is a virgin." There were some gasps in the crowd. Virgins in this type of market were rare. Usually in the underground world, men were raped before hand so they could be trained. Zaine was an exception however. His seller decided since he had good-looking qualities that he would be more valuable if his anus wasn't torn to shreds. Just then, the guards turned him around, facing away from the crowd, lifted his tail, and spread his ass cheeks apart. Revealing a soft pink pucker that had never been penetrated.

"As you can see..." the announcer said "He has never taken any man in his life. We assure you that if you win this slave, you will be the first to breed him." Zaine was still in a daze from the drugs. All he could do was listen to what the announcer said, but he couldn't process what he was saying, therefore couldn't react to the awful reality that awaited him. To be locked up as somebody's fuck toy, or worse, having to be used by other men. But right now, his mind was empty. His face was red from the heat the room and from the affect of the drugs. He was thirsty and arms ached from being locked in restraints for the past 24 hours.

"His front is also not to be overlooked!" the auctioneer exclaimed. "Even for a cute wolf boy, his size is quite impressive for a canine of his stature." The guards lifted Zaine so that is legs were straddled by their arms, while still spreading them to show the crowd his thick seven-inch length. Even for a skinny wolf, he had an impressive cock. The crowd was amazed. A slim body, a virgin, a beautiful face, and a large cock, his underground value was worth millions!

"Let us start the bidding at one million dollars!" The auction was beginning.

"2 million!" Zaine's life was in the hands of horrible people. People who would probably abuse him for the rest of his life.

"10 million!" Zaine groaned from pain and dehydration. His eyes began to tear up. The drugs were coming down. His body was still limp, but his mind began processing the scene around him. He knew where he was. He knew it was inevitable. More tears ran down his face.

"50 million!" The bidding had already gotten so high. The entire ballroom wanted him, but he could only go to one person. Zaine blankly stared into the darkness. Seeing the figures of furs shout out their biddings, hoping to get a piece of cute wolf ass to own. His mind finally caught up with him. He finally realized his own nakedness. His arm being restrained by two guards, the chains, the collar, everything around him came into focus. He was still drugged but now fully grasped how fucked he was.

"100 million!" the last bid was shouted clear across the ballroom, and then... silence.

"100 million." Responded the auctioneer. "Any other bids?" He looked around the ballroom.

"Well if there are no other bi-"

"120 million!" Boomed across the ballroom.

"Excuse me," The auctioneer spoke "We cannot have last minute bids or-"

"140 million, then" The bidder spoke back.

"Look, we can't have sniper biding or w-" Someone came from behind backstage and whispered something into the auctioneer's ear. He looks back at the bidder with a surprised look, "Well, if it's from him, I guess I have no choice. Sold for 140 million!"

That was it. He was sold. His new life was going to be hell... or so he thought.

His new owner loomed over him. He was a big black jaguar.

Prick. Zaine felt something in his right arm. His vision started to go dark. The last thing he saw was the eyes of his new master. But they weren't cold or sadistic. They were concerned and warm.

Alex sighed. He was on his way to an auction being held by a group of rich billionaires. He necessarily didn't like the underground trafficking crowd, but it was a business matter this time. A client of his owed him millions of dollars, and always kept delaying payment. He would come up with all these convoluted ways to pay Alex back. It would usually backfire, then Alex would have to pay to save his ass, and now the client would owe him more money. This time, the client was selling his brother to the underground slave market.

Tch. Alex grimaced at the thought of that. How the fuck to do you sell your own brother into sex slavery. What kind of fucked up position do you put yourself in to sell your own brother to get yourself out of debt? Alex was getting angry. He took a deep breath and kept looking out the window of the limo, taking in the nightlife of the city. There were people laughing, walking, talking, and enjoying the beginning of the weekend. He wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. Who even knows how long it will be until they even get to his brother? The limo arrived at the destination of the event. Some of the richest furs in the world were also here.

"We have arrived Mr. Griffith" Alex's driver, who was an old tiger, got out of the vehicle, and swiftly went around to let Alex out. He stepped onto the walkway of a large mansion, and immediately caught the attention of the other furs. He was an impressive fur in both success and looks. He was six feet six inches tall, muscular, dashingly good looks, and took over his father's business right out of college. He was only twenty-four years old, and he already had a net worth of 1 billion. He wasn't stuck up or arrogant, and enjoyed the company of other people. But not this crowd. He hated interacting with other rich people. Sure, he could put up a façade and act friendly to these folks, but deep down, he hated associating with these "rich idiots".

"Well, well, well, if it ain't Alex Griffith." Said a very sarcastic voice. Alex was approached by a tall Labrador in a suit. He was the CEO of one the competing companies of Alex's business. Alex knew he an absolute bastard to work for, and felt sorry for the board of directors who had to deal with him every day.

"Good evening Mr. Lyle." Alex shook the dog's paw and gave a genuine smile.

"Oh, fuck off with that formal crap." The yellow Lab put his paw on Alex's shoulder. "I told just to call me Rufus. We ain't doing business and this is supposed to be a good night y'know."

Alex sighed. "I know, I'm not here to buy though. I'm here to collect a payment after a bid."

"Oh," Rufus said in surprise. "It's that Zack Allen kid isn't it? The one who owes you the money? That kid has gotten into some deep shit with some of my people in the past. They loan him money and then he borrows money from other people to them back and the borrows more to pay the other borrowers back. It's an endless cycle. When are you just going to take him to court? Or better yet get someone to shoot him?"

"Because" Alex replied sternly. "I can't exactly collect money from a dead man, can I?"

"You got a point there." Rufus chuckled.

At that point, many of the guests were starting to head inside for the auction.

"Well, looks like they're starting. Try to see if there's anyone you like. Maybe having a house slave will make you less stressed." Rufus walked away laughing and caught up with his other business buddies.

Alex walked into the building that was hosting the auction, and made his way down to the ballroom. The room was big with white tablecloth covered tables everywhere. Each table had a pink card with the name of the guest who was invited to the event. He walked into the ballroom and looked around the room to see if he could find his table.

"Mr. Griffith?" asked a feminine voice. A nicely dressed female otter approached him. "Your seat is right over here, if you'll follow me."

The otter took him to a table that was right in front of the auctioneer podium on the right side of the stage. It was a half hour until the event started. He was given a catalog of all the merchandise that was being sold tonight. He looked through it and was surprised to find it was all males. Males were a rarity in the underground slave world. And the amount of people who were there tonight indicated that there was a demand for it. He couldn't identify which slave was Zack's, but a certain slave caught his eye. The catalog didn't have pictures but had a description that drew him in. A snow-white wolf, deep blue eyes, and a slim body. Maybe I will buy someone tonight.

_ _ "Good evening, Alex." Alex looked up to see a green dragon with a grin on his face.

"Victor! I didn't expect to see you here tonight!" The jaguar got up and hugged the big lizard. "Is Zack ready for the auction?" Victor was a debt collector for a different company. They've dealt with Zack so many times that they grew to like each other.

"Yep." Sighed Victor as he sat down with Alex. "It's a shame though. The brother is a beautiful canine. I hope he gets a good owner."

"I rather he didn't sell his brother at all. But if it's what he wants, so be it." Alex was grimacing again. He was gritting his teeth with disgust and anger.

"Well, he's very valuable. He should bring a lot of money." Victor replied.

"How can you say that?" Alex snapped back. "Selling family to get the bad guys off you're back? How selfish can you be? Didn't Zack's parents die a few years ago? Now he's selling his younger brother. After all those years of leaving him to fend for himself. You now come back and want to sell him? What kind of bullshit is that?"

Victor stared blankly at Alex. "How did you know all this?"

Alex sat back in his seat. "I looked up Zack's background when he first asked my father for money. I saw his parents had passed and thought he was going to use the money to help his brother and himself. But instead, he abandoned his brother, and left him to take care of himself. I found out later he hid other loans from me when my dad advanced him the money." Alex's expression turned to sadness. Thinking about how Zack's brother fended for himself while he was out partying and getting drunk for weeks at a time. Alex may be a powerful person, but he had a heart. He hated to see people neglected or betrayed, especially if it was someone who was family.

"Wow, I knew Zack was a piece of shit, but I didn't know he was straight up scum." Victor scowled. "Anyway, if the auction goes well Zack will be out of your life and business forever."

"Hopefully." Alex retorted.

The room darkened except for the stage. A deer, walked up to the podium and welcomed the crowd. The auction had started. Each piece of "merchandise" was brought on to the stage, showed off, and then auctioned off. Nine slaves were brought on and sold. Alex wasn't paying attention to anything that was happening on stage. He was too distracted by being free of Zack's shenanigans and was waiting to see this blue-eyed white wolf.

Alex had a thing for canines. He just loved the thought of an attractive canine being with him. His looks have gotten him some dates with gorgeous canines, all of them had a similar problem: they were all dominant alphas that wanted to "top the kitty". Alex was strict top, but the canine's he attracted were tops as well. Even if he had tried to woo a smaller canine, they would have run off scared, intimidated by him. Alex was a bit of a dom has well, but he was a guy with a big heart first before anything else. He considered himself a romantic more than anything. But because of position in bed, he hasn't had a lot of luck in finding a mate.

"Hey, Alex." Victor whispered. Alex snapped out of his thoughts about canines and was brought back to reality, "The next one is going to be Zach's brother."

Alex looked towards the stage, and two guards came out carrying a white wolf. Alex's heart sunk. The white wolf who was described in the catalog, was a beautiful looking canine. Alex's heart started beating faster. The poor little thing looked like he was in pain. His beautiful blue eyes were glazed over, probably from the drugs used to sedate him before the auction. This was Zack's brother? The differences were night and day. Alex was in disbelief that this beautiful creature was going to be his payout for his most deadbeat client.

"That's Zack's brother?" Alex whispered worriedly to Victor.

"Yeah, pretty thing, isn't he?" Victor commented.

Alex continued to stare at the wolf. He entranced by his entire being. His face began to get hot, his heart was beating even faster, the more he stared at this canine, the more he wanted him.

"Victor, I- I need to buy him." Alex whispered again to Victor.

"Are you out of your mind?! If you do that, Zack will owe you more money." Responded the dragon.

"I know, but..." Alex stammered.

Victor sighed. He'd known Alex very well. He'd known about his infatuation for canines and his overwhelming sense of justice, but he knew Alex already made up his mind.

"I know one of hosts of this party, let me go talk to him. If you can, try to bid at the very last second. Then they must keep the auction going until all the other bidder surrenders. I'll be right back." Victor got up from his seat, walked up to the stage and went behind the curtain. Alex was left at the table anxiously waiting for the bidding to begin.

"Let us start the bidding at one million dollars!" The auctioneer announced.

"Two million!" One bidder shouted. "Five million!" Another bidder shouted. "Ten million!" Another bid. Alex's tail started to move nervously. Many of these people he knew were very cruel and sadistic. He tried not think about all the horrible things these bastards would do to that cute wolf.

Alex looked back at the poor creature, and saw that he was crying. The white canine's glazed blue eyes, were becoming full of tears. Alex felt something stir in his chest, a mix of emotions of anger, concern, and... love? He wanted nothing more to take him into his arms, and protect him, take care of him, and not let a anyone hurt him. But would he accept him? Would he resent Alex for buying him? What happened if he didn't like Alex at all? He liked men, but would he like Alex?

"100 million!" Boomed across the ballroom. Alex snapped out of another trance. The bidding has stopped. He had to make his move now!

"100 million." Responded the auctioneer. "Any other bids?" He looked around the ballroom. "I hear no other bids, then for 100 milli-"

"120 million!" Alex shouted. His heart felt like it could burst out of his chest. His ears were ringing. He felt sweat drip down his face and adrenaline pump through his veins. The jaguar was trying to keep his breath under control, and not look like he had just sprinted in a track event. It's like his life depended on buying him.

"Excuse me," The auctioneer spoke "We cannot have last minute bids or-"

"140 million then!" Alex blurted out without thinking.

"Look, we can't have sniper biding or w-" Victor came out from the backstage and approached the podium. The deer turned towards the dragon and he whispered something to him. The deer looked back at Alex with a shocked face, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. "Well, if it's from him, I guess I have no choice. Sold for 140 million!"

Alex immediately got up and walked onto the stage, but first he quickly glanced to stage left. A flash of a sand-colored tail disappeared back stage. _Figures._Alex thought to himself. He walked up to his new slave, and he was even cuter up close. He was lying on the ground, but now, his eyes were less hazy and were more clear, and somewhat red from crying. His body was very slim and fragile but all his fur was pure white. If he was in a snowy valley, you couldn't tell if it was his fur or if it was ice. His cock was now retreating to his sheath, and his eyes were looking at him.

One of the guards took a small syringe out of his jacket pocket, and injected it into the wolf's right arm. Zaine immediately began to lose consciousness, and was now motionless on the stage. It was procedure at these auctions to knock the slave out before giving him to the buyer. The other guard went to pick him up before he was stopped by Alex.

"It's okay. I got him from here." Alex said calmly.

"Of course, sir." The guard stepped back.

Alex took the small wolf into his arms, and admired him for a second. He may have endured hell for the past twenty-four hours, but he looked peaceful knocked out. Alex proceeded to walk to stage right behind the curtain. He found a bear wearing glasses behind a small table with a warm smile.

"Hello, Mr. Griffith." The bear said. "How will you be paying?"

Alex readjusted his new wolf over this shoulder. He took out his checkbook and a pen out of his jacket pocket. "Check." He replied. "But as you can see, I took the pleasure of handling him from the guards. I'll sign it, and can I trust you to fill out the rest?"

"Certainly, sir." The bear said.

The jaguar signed the check, tore it out, and handed it to the bear.

"Pleasure doing business with you." Says Alex.

"You as well, Mr. Griffith." The bear responded.

"Where's my thanks?" An eerie voice said behind the curtain where the bear was sitting.

"You don't get jack shit, since you drove yourself further into debt with me. Zack." Alex said the wolf's name with hint on anger.

"You weren't supposed to buy him." Zack retorted. The wolf emerged from behind the curtain. "Unless you were planning to make me owe you more." He said harshly.

Zack and Zaine were brothers, but the appearance differences between the two canines was so clear, you wouldn't have known unless somebody else said so. While Zaine had a pure white coat, Zack had a brown coat with sand-colored underbelly and tail. His paws were also sand-colored, and his eyes were a common brown. His face wasn't at all cute or attractive. Face and mouth were covered in scars. In fact, Alex considered him a very ugly wolf (Although Zack wasn't into guys anyway). Zack had a nice muscular figure, but Alex was sill clearly the bigger of the two. Plus, Zack was shorter than Alex by six inches making him exactly six feet tall. Zack was also two years older than Alex, but Zack's heavy drug use made him look thirty. All in all, it was hard to believe a piece of shit like Zack was related to a beautiful, attractive creature like Zaine.

"There was no plan like that at all." Alex replied. "I was actually looking forward to getting rid of a deadbeat like you... but there were... last minute decisions." Alex looked toward the stage as held Zaine on his left shoulder.

"You wanted to buy my brother?" Zack laughed. "Ha! You really fell for his looks didn't ya? Maybe if you got over your pathetic canine fetish, you would have had your money instead of a useless piece of mea-" Zach didn't get out his last word. Instead, the big jaguar had picked him up buy his shirt and shoved him behind the secondary curtains that were behind the bear cashier. Alex promptly walked through the curtain where he shoved Zack with Zaine still over his shoulder. Zack was on the floor rubbing his head where it had hit the floor. Alex leaned over and again pulled him by his shirt and brought his face inches away from his.

"Listen closely, you pathetic excuse for a person." Alex said in angrily hushed tone. "Don't you ever talk about him like that again. You have no right after the way you've treated him. You sold him into sex slavery to save your own ass, and now you're in a deeper grave than the one you dug yourself. I wasn't going to stand by and let you throw him in the mess you started." Alex grabbed Zack's head brought his face closer to Zack's, almost to the point where their foreheads were touching. The jaguar's eyes were like daggers, and his face was becoming engulfed with rage. "You now owe me a FUCK TON more than you did a few minutes ago, and I'm getting impatient and sick of your shit. If you don't start paying me back soon, I will find your ass myself and murder you. I've always wanted a nice wolf rug for my apartment." Alex let go of Zack's head and it hit the hardwood flooring of the stage again. He stood up and walked from behind the curtain, to see Victor standing there with a big grin on his face.

"Sooooo, are you happy with your purchase?" Victor beamed.

Alex smiled a bit. "Yeah, I guess you can say so."

He took Zaine off his shoulder and held him again bride style. He looked at the wolf again sleeping peacefully, or rather knocked out since he didn't stir from the commotion that happened a few moments ago.

"Do you know his name?" Alex asked.

"Zaine." Victor replied.

"Zaine." Alex kept looking at the wolf in his arms. There was no way he was going to let him go. He was going to protect him, no matter what the cost.

To be continued...