"Manhood" Ritual pt2
Teak found himself stuffed onto the back of a cart, his vine bonds replaced with much stronger, expertly-tied rope. A rag was stuffed into his muzzle to keep him from crying out, and a blindfold was wrapped over his eyes as he was taken along a bumpy road to an unknown destination. The boy whimpered to himself as he tried in vain to wriggle free. Alas, the cart was loaded up enough to barely give the ocelot enough room to flex his fingers.
"Isn't it obvious?" Teak remembered the strange man saying, "Your elders were tired of dealing with you, and they didn't want us to come ransack your village, so they sold you out. I'm sure they would've loved for us to take those other miscreants as well, but with your exotic condition, you'll fetch us more than those other three combined."
The strange ocelot never gave a name, but Teak was able to piece together enough about who he was from his broken conversations with the other people in his party. He had been cast out of his tribe years and years ago, and had run in with a band of slavers. He used his knowledge of the jungle to make himself useful, and managed to join their ranks. He still secretly maintained contact with the elders of his old tribe, however, and had learned about a rather unique boy who was nothing more than a thorn in the side of the elders. The strange man struck up a deal with the elders, taking the boy off their paws and fetching his band of slavers a high price.
Teak shivered as he fought back tears, knowing he'd been betrayed by his elders. He wanted to cling to the hope that Babu, Vin, and Tyla had gone off to get help, but knowing them they would only make up some story about how they heroically tried to save him, but were overpowered by some big strong beast, and were knocked out. He wondered if his parents or any of his fellow tribesmen would come looking for him, but he knew deep down that if the elders had been in on the plan the entire time, they would never allow a search party.
"Podemos ao menos parar pra lavar essa vadia?" one of Teak's captors shouted angrily, "Isso fede a mijo e sujeira!"
The cart came to an abrupt stop, a wooden chest sliding and hitting Teak in the stomach. He cried out softly, but was muffled by the gag in his muzzle. Several men climbed down from the carriage and grabbed Teak by his wrists, yanking him up and pulling him roughly from the cart.
"Eu só estou usando um tradutor básico para estas linhas, por isso não cadela sobre a precisão!"
The lanky ocelot stepped forth and took Teak by the wrists, dragging him over to a nearby stream. The boy struggled, trying to wrench his arms free, but a sharp strike across his rear from a leather crop brought him back in line. The strange ocelot brought Teak to the edge of the stream and shoved him in, the frigid water coming up to Teak's waist. The boy cried out, but the ocelot just shook his head.
"You know, you should be thanking me," the ocelot huffed, "A slave like you is one-of-a-kind - something exotic and expensive. No sane master would rough you up too badly, lest he... devalue you."
The ocelot shoved Teak's head underwater, bringing him up after a few seconds to brush the icey water through the boy's fur. Teak shivered and whimpered as the strange man brought his paw down between his legs, scrubbing roughly at his pussy. He looked at the man with pleading eyes under his blindfold, but the ocelot just grunted.
"Oh come off it," he grumbled, "It's nothing personal. The elders were all just convinced that you were some horrid omen from the other worlds, and that your very existence was an affront to the spirits... What a joke. I definitely don't miss all their 'spirits this' and 'spirits that' every damn day."
"O que está demorando tanto?" one of Teak's captors shouted from back at the cart. The strange ocelot grumbled and pulled the boy out of the stream, the cold air immediately causing the cat to curl up as much as he could while being dragged back to the cart. His bonds were tightened, and he was shoved back onto the cart.
Teak wasn't sure how long it took for him to eventually drift off into sleep, and had no idea how long he had passed out for. When he was eventually shoved out of the cart, his blindfold ripped off, the sun was high up in the sky, and the young ocelot was in the middle of a small port town. He had never ventured far from his village and had never even seen an actual building, let alone an entire town of them. His mouth hung open as he stared at the large wooden buildings that floated right on the water as he was ushered through the streets.
Teak pulled his tail between his legs, pulling it up to his chest as he grew very self-conscious. Everyone walking around was wearing strange clothes that covered almost their entire bodies, rather than the simple loincloths his tribesmen usually wore. He saw dozens of people unabashedly staring right at him, making no effort to conceal their conversations in their foreign tongue.
"O que há com o menino? Ou, não, é uma menina?"
"Alguém está mesmo ainda traduzir estas linhas?"
"O que estava acontecendo com o fim ot a última temporada de médico que, de qualquer maneira?"
Teak felt his cheeks burning as he was led into a large stockade. A cacophony of voices shouting assaulted his ears as he was led through a straw and dirt covered hallway into a large room filled with large cages. Each cage had at least one slave inside, in various amounts of chains and cuffs. All of them were naked, and all of the males wore strange, uncomfortable-looking metal tubes over their sheaths.
The ocelot was handed over to a large bear, who grunted and snapped a heavy leather collar around his neck. He looked the feline up and down, replacing the ropes around his wrists with a set of steel cuffs, linked together with a heavy chain. Teak tried to struggle against the bear, but he may as well have been trying to wrestle free from a stone statue.
"Bem, eles insistem que você é um macho, então nós vamos ter que mantê-lo com o resto do lote!" the bear scoffed, grabbing Teak by his collar and dragging him to the nearest open cage. Two other males were already inside, each with a cuff and chain attaching their ankles to the bars, with only several feet to move around.
The bear yanked Teak's arms over his head, attaching his cuffs to the top of the cage. As the ocelot struggled to keep his legs away, the bear clapped a cuff on each of his ankles and attached them to the bars of the side, keeping the boy spread eagle before him.
"Me pergunto se você se sente tão bom quanto uma menina lá em baixo."
The bear flexed his massive paw and brought it down to the boy's cunt. Teak yelped and cried out, trying to twist free. The bear was completely unfazed, and continued to rub at the boy's pussy with his thick fingers, rubbing firmly at his lips while pressing at his clit with his thumb.
"Quero dizer, rio realmente se casar com o médico, ou foi apenas um ardil?" the bear mumbled, using his fingers to spread apart Teak's lips, "Alguma coisa nessa realidade alternativa mesmo contar?"
As the bear shoved two fingers into Teak's cunt, the boy gasped and tried in vain to close his legs. The bear's fingers were massive, even compared to Babu's cock, and far less cautious about exploring inside the ocelot. Several furs in their cages looked up, confused to see the slavemaster with his fingers inside a vagina, espescially when only males were supposed to be in that area of the pens.
Most furs passing by, however, paid little mind to the bear, having seen far far worse in these pens. One horse, however, let his gaze linger on the ocelot. He wore a collar and leather harness that marked him as a slave, but had a pair of thin silk pants on that indicated him as much higher status. Teak saw the horse staring and squeezed his eyes shut, lowering his head in shame as the bear slid his fingers in and out of the boy. When he opened his eyes a few moments later, the horse was nowhere to be seen.
The slavemaster pressed his thumb against Teak's clit, causing him to leak warm fluids onto the bear's thick fingers. Tears rolled down the ocelot's face as he strained at his chains, crying out in vain for help.
"Aposto que você vai jorrar por todo o lugar, você putinha." The bear growled, roughly sliding his fingers in and out of the boy as he rubbed in little circles over his clit.
Teak cried out as his body started to shake. His terror and humiliation began to give way as the physical sensations from the bear's fingers in his cunt overpowered him. As the bear curled his finger inward inside the boy, Teak bit down hard on his lower lip as he clenched his fists, starting to squirt his juices all over the bear's paw. The bear smirked and pulled his paw away, tasting his paw.
"Você tem um gosto menino, bom." The bear chuckled, pressing his fingers against's Teak's mouth, "Embora eu ainda não vejo por que não fazer o final da temporada duas partes."
The bear laughed and wiped his paw off on Teak's stomach fur. He turned and walked out of the cage, locking it up behind him. He whistled casually to himself as he walked off, disappearing into the stockade. Teak just whimpered as he hung limply from the top of the cage, the other slaves inside with him making no effort to help, or even acknowledge the boy's presence.
Teak was left in the cage all day, with nobody paying much attention. Occasionally, prospective buyers would linger by his cage, but always just continued along. Despite his pleas to be let out to relieve himself, he was forced to release his bladder onto the floor right below him.
It wasn't until the next day that Teak's cage was opened. The bear walked right past the other two chained up slaves and unchained the ocelot from the ceiling. Teak immediately collapsed to the ground, his muscles weak from hunger and dehydration. The bear unchained the boy's ankles and lifted him up with one arm, tossing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Teak was carried out into an entryway, where the horse the boy had seen before was waiting.
A leash was attached to Teak's collar, and a set of keys was passed to the horse. The horse blushed a bit, being handed the keys to another slave, but simply bowed his head respectfully and accepted them. He took Teak's leash, and the bear turned on his heels and walked away. Teak looked up nervously at the horse, who looked down and very gently placed a paw on the boy's head. He spoke with a soft voice, in a foreign language different from Teak's previous captors.
"Jij gaat met mij mee. Master Vince zal behandelen je goed. Ja, dit is hetzelfde paard en vos uit dat andere verhaal."
The horse placed his hand on his chest and nodded to the ocelot.
"Clyde." He said, indicating his name to the boy. He then gently placed his hand on the ocelot's chest, tilting his head to show he expected a name in return.
"T-Teak..." the ocelot whimpered.
Clyde gave a satisfied nod and smiled - the first genuine smile the boy had seen in what felt like an eternity.
* * *
While his fate was hardly what he would have expected, Teak had to admit that he could have gotten a far worse hand dealt to him. An arctic fox named Vince had been on holiday at just the right time, choosing to go exploring in the "wild untamed jungles" in just the right place. He had brought along one of his preferred slaves, a young horse named Clyde, allowing him a small measure of free reign to explore for himself. The horse had wandered into the slave pens out of morbid curiosity, and had seen the ocelot being molested by the slavemaster. He felt a pang of sympathy, and immediately returned to his master, hoping to find some way to relieve the ocelot of his torture. Trusting his pet's judgment, Vince wasted no time in hurrying back to the pens, only to find them closed for the night. First thing in the morning, though, the fox was back. The hefty price on the rather unique boy stung, but the fox was nothing if not well-off.
Vince took his time with the ocelot. He definitely wanted to explore the boy, but not at the expense of scarring him. On the long, arduous ship ride back to their homeland, Clyde taught the boy enough of their language for him to at least scrape by. The entire time, Clyde barely left the ocelot's side, letting the boy slowly grow more comfortable around him.
When they reached Vince's homeland, they promptly returned to the white fox's estate, where Teak was brought in among the other housepets the fox kept. His dirty collar was replaced with a lighter, higher-quality one, and his wrist and ankle cuffs were snapped off. Teak was introduced to running water and the concept of a "warm, luxurious bubble-bath" with great delight as Clyde groomed the boy for his first proper night with his new owner.
"Master very gentle." Clyde said slowly to Teak as he held the boy in his lap, running a brush through his fur and speaking to him in the most basic words the ocelot could understand, "Do not be scared. You will please him. He will please you."
Despite his reticence, that night Teak found himself on a large bed, along with Clyde. Teak was curled up close to his fellow slave, while the horse gently stroked through the boy's fur. The two slaves were both nude, their master enforcing a strict policy for his pets around the house when there were no guests present.
As the bedroom door slowly opened, Teak and Clyde both looked up. Teak slid out of the horse's lap, and the two both sat up on their knees with their legs slightly spread, as they had both been trained.
"Clyde," Vince addressed the horse, "Come here and undress your master"
The horse stood and approached the fox, crouching down and undoing his belt. He rose to help remove Vince's suit coat and shirt, then stroked his paws down his master's side, catching the fox's pants and tugging them down to the floor. Vince stepped out of them and patted the horse on his head.
"You may stay, but tonight he is mine." Vince said, approaching Teak as the ocelot waited on the bed.
Teak straightened up as his master sat down on the bed beside him. He kept his arms behind his back and his legs parted just wider than shoulder-width. Vince slowly reached out and stroked his paw up and down his pet's hips, over his soft rear, and eventually reaching over to brush his fingers over the boy's cunt.
Teak closed his eyes and shuddered a bit, expecting the fox's fingers to force their way inside him. Rather than roughly violating him, though, the fox simply stroked his fingers over the boy's lips, gently rubbing at his little clit. Teak blushed as he felt his slit growing moist at the fox's touch, the soft pawpads sliding over his warm vulva. Teak mewed softly and held his tail to his chest, hugging it nervously as Vince lifted his paw back up, stroking his fingers through the ocelot's hair.
"Lie back now." Vince commanded in a soft voice, barely above a whisper.
Teak's ears folded back nervously, but the boy complied. He shifted his legs out from under him and slowly laid down on his back, his head propped up by one of the many pillows strewn about the bed. Vince climbed up between the ocelot's legs, pushing them apart gently and eyeing the prize between.
Teak closed his eyes, nervously anticipating the fox's cock inside of him. Clyde had assured him that it wasn't too bad, and that at least he wasn't getting it in the ass, but Teak was worried nonetheless. Rather than a cock, however, Teak felt something broad, soft, warm, and moist press against the lips of his twat. He opened his eyes to see the fox's head buried between his legs, his tongue lapping at the boy's slit. Teak let out a soft gasp as he arched his back forward, the fox's tongue sending a surge of pleasure through him.
Teak clutched the bedsheets tightly in his paws, his legs flexing as the fox's tongue probed deep within his folds. The feline purred loudly, gasping as he felt himself penetrated with the warm organ, his toes flexing and curling. Clyde knelt off to the side of the bed, stirring sheepishly as his length grew hard before him.
Teak gasped and moaned loudly, as he felt his body quaking. As Vince dragged his tongue up along the boy's slit to circle the tip around his little nub, Teak started to squirt his juices right onto the fox's muzzle and tongue. The ocelot panted and shuddered as his master murred, cleaning his pet's twat gently with his tongue. As the feline panted and tried his best to recover, Vince climbed up to his knees, pulling the boy's legs around his hips and pressing his hard cock against his slit.
"You were good. But I've waited too long to enjoy my pet."
Teak gave a weak nod as the fox slid his flared cocktip into the boy. Teak squeezed his eyes shut, expecting a violent penetration, but by the time he opened them again, the fox was hilted up to his hips in the ocelot's cunt. The ocelot blushed, moaning softly as the fox began to rock his hips forward and back, starting off gently. The fox quickly picked up the pace, however, holding the ocelot by his hips as he pulled him in close.
Teak couldn't help but begin to purr as his master slid in and out of him. The white fox grinned as he saw his pet enjoying himself, his own knot growing slowly as he humped into the boy. He leaned in and nipped lightly at the ocelot's neck as he pushed his hips forward hard, popping his knot into the boy. Teak let out a mew as his master's cock filled him, which only prompted a chuckle from the fox.
"I do love the noises you make..." Vince growled quietly, "And for a guy, you've got quite the nice cunt."
Teak blushed and clung to the bedsheets, shuddering as he squeezed his legs together around the fox's waist. As his master started to shoot his load into his pet, climaxing with a loud growl, the ocelot began to squirt his own juices onto his master with a "mroooooow!"
As his master curled up around him, Teak buried his face in the fox's soft white chest. Vince smirked and stroked over his pet's back and rear, patting the side of the bed for Clyde to come up and join them. Clyde happily obliged, his length still quite hard. Vince just smirked and gave the horse a firm grope.
"Not tonight, horsey. We've gotta get our new pet comfortable with his new life here."
Teak blushed deep red, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt himself falling asleep. He felt a deep pang of sadness, knowing that he would never return to his home and see his tribe again, but he realized that they were all too eager to get rid of him in the first place. Life as a slave would hardly be what he expected, but it was far better than a tribe who couldn't even agree on whether or not he was a man. Lying in a huge bed with purple sheets and pillows all over him, with a fox's cock buried deep within his cunt, and a horse with a huge erection next to him, stroking his fur, Teak felt like more of a man than he ever had in his life.