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Archie closed the door behind him as he entered the house, yawning slightly. As he was doing so, he brought his paws up to his jacket, unbuttoning it and pulling it off before reaching down to grip the hem of his tank top and pulled it upwards, over his head, stripping himself from the top up. He glanced around as he entered the living room, looking to see if he could spot his slave, tossing the clothes to rest on the back of the throne-like chair that sat along one wall.

Yntemid glanced over his shoulder while cleaning off the entertainment system with a feather duster. The ferret had been diligent in his more mundane duties since being transferred from Black Gazza, though his usual, sarcastic resentment still bled through when he wasn't focusing on giving Archie the proper respect. Today, his voice did sound stiff and reluctant when he greeted the rat with a simple, "Hello, Master," but otherwise, he simply sounded tired.

Smiling as he noticed the ferret working, the rat brought his paws to his trousers. He opened a pocket up and reached down into it to pull out his bottle of lube. Then he undid the front of his trousers as well and pulled them off, along with his tank top and jacket. "Hello Stripe," he said, turning around to the ferret. Already, his cock was slipping out of his sheath, a clear indicator of intent that he was making no attempt to hide. He opened the lube and squeezed some out onto his shaft, rubbing it up and down over that length as it expanded. He started to walk toward the ferret. "I managed to make an appointment with a surgeon for tomorrow, so we can get that collar off of you."

The ferret swiveled his ears back to the sounds of rustling cloth, trying his best not to react visibly, though his tail did tuck down against the backs of his thighs when he heard the rat lubing himself up. The ferret went up on his toes to reach the cabinet's upper shelf, but his duster paused, his free hand moving to the side of his shock collar. The back of the thing was still grafted to his neck, a constant and unpleasant reminder of his time in prison. "You did?" He held still aside from a finger grazing the cool metal around his neck, but eventually gave himself a shake and got back to work. "That will be...a very pleasant change, Master."

Archie smiled. "Of course. That collar's..." He paused, thinking of the appropriate word as he moved to stand right up behind the ferret. "Effective. I suppose. But it's not mine. It's Black Gazza's." He reached forward for the ferret's duster, taking it in his grip and pulling it from his slave's paw. "And you no longer belong to them." His other paw continued to stroke and lube over his shaft until it was firm and at its full length.

Yntemid let go of the feather duster with a barely audible sigh, but stopped himself before his shoulders could start to slump. "No. I don't." He waited a few seconds before taking a deep breath and turning around, his muzzle nearly bumping against the rat's slickened tip, and his ears folded back as he went cross-eyed to stare at it. He wrenched his eyes up to look at Archie's face instead, keeping his thoughts to himself--likely wisely.

Still smiling, Archie settled the feather duster down on top of the cabinet, next to the television. He reached down to grip the ferret by the hips and pull him up from the floor, the rat's motions casual, relaxed and without much force in them, much the same way that he had taken off his clothes. He lifted the ferret up, trying to position the little male's naked rear over the top of his cock, not saying anything about it at the moment.

The ferret kept his eyes on Archie's face, his paws moving swiftly to the rat's chest, but only to steady himself. The ferret's knees stayed tucked together at first, enough to keep the rat from moving him into the right position, though not enough to stop the rodent's erection from slipping between his warm thighs. Archie looked as though he was about to open his mouth to say something, but then the ferret parted his legs, calves hooking around Archie's waist, and lifted his tail enough for the rat to easily find his mark, as if trying to convince himself that he was an active participant in what was about to happen.

With his paws still on those hips, the rat was able to guide the ferret down and line himself up with that rear nice and easily. His tip poked against it firmly for a moment, just resting there at the entrance for a few seconds, before the rat began to use enough force to spread that rump open around him.

Yntemid tried his best not to clench, his expression constantly wavering between concentration and discomfort. He almost succeeded, but when Archie's tip first squeezed past his sphincter, the ferret's lower body tensed, pinching around the rat's crown. A deep and focused breath later, he managed to relax, at least enough that he wasn't locking himself around the shaft burying inside of him. Archie groaned and tensed, as well, at that first initial clench, then let out a little hum of pleasure and continued on as the ferret relaxed. Slowly, but steadily, Archie slid the much smaller male down around his length, inexorably towards the base of his cock. The ferret grit his teeth, a groan escaping his lips, but his body had gotten used to the rat's abuse enough that Archie could slip in with relative ease, the ferret's insides still snug and as heated as ever, but no longer stranglingly tight.

The rat continued to guide his slave all the way down, until he was finally fully hilted there inside of the ferret. "Mmm..." He reached forward and gripped at the slave's wrists to pull them up so that they were wrapped around behind the rat's neck. "You're already getting used to me." He petted over the top of the smaller male's head. "Not long now 'til you're as snug and comfortable as a well-worn glove." He turned and started to head to the couch, walking while wearing the ferret.

Yntemid turned his head to the side, unable to hide the blush darkening the skin under the thin fur behind his nose and at the corners of his eyes. Whether his embarrassment was from Archie's words or the inch or two of ferret arousal peeking from his sheath, it's hard to say. He clenched again as they moved, the rat's steps jostling the rigid rod embedded in the ferret's backside. He didn't say a thing, merely clutching his paws together behind Archie's neck, the ferret's toes splaying where his feet jutted out past the rat's sides.

Archie didn't sit down on the couch. Rather, he crouched down, an action that caused a little impromptu thrust inside of the ferret as he reached for his box of toys, and drawing an embarrassing squeak from the little male, the ferret's knees tucking in at the rat's sides to try to hold himself steady. That tension made the ferret squeeze firmly around the rodent's entire length, and Yntemid screwed his eyes shut from the pressure that brought underneath his tail.

The rat opened up the box and just pulled out a couple items this time: a pair of cuffs and a short chain. Taking them in his grip, he stood back up. He first reached for the back of his neck, gripping his ponytail and tossing it over his shoulder so that he had access to the ferret's wrists. He started to wrap the adjustable leather cuffs around both of them. Yntemid held his arms steady, barely even noticing the cuffs going around them; it was hardly an unusual development, and he could barely concentrate on anything at all beyond the stiff erection between his rear cheeks.

Archie hooked the cuffs to each other once they were in place around those wrists. Then he put his ponytail back in place, over the top of the ferret's arms, and went to work the same way around the little male's ankles. Working behind his back, he got the cuffs locked in place there, too using a small chain to connect the two of them, as they were slightly further apart than the wrist cuffs.

The ferret squirmed here and there, keeping his breathing slow with an effort and trying not to wince at each twinge and shift of the rat's member inside him. He gripped his paws together, visibly bracing for a savage rutting, but let out an uncertain, questioning grunt when Archie merely stretched his arms up over his head and yawned, his ferret slave locked onto his front, locked in position around his cock. The rat petted idly over the top of the smaller male's head, but otherwise, made no bigger a deal of it than the clothes he had stripped off when he first entered. Indeed, he didn't even sit down to enjoy his slave's tight body right then, instead moving over to the kitchen to get to work on dinner.

Twisting his head around, the ferret looked for a chest of sex toys or a bondage rack that may have been laid out without him noticing, but it eventually dawned on him that Archie was merely wearing him as a snug apron. Chest stretched up against the rat's own, he shot an indignant glare up at Archie's face, the expression broken by the occasional twitch as his insides were tugged each time the rat moved.

Archie paid little attention to the ferret and his glares. His attention focused elsewhere, on the cooking mostly. Just like a proper cocksleeve, the ferret was only there right now for comfort and stimulation, to be paid attention to later when the time came to really use him. Every move the rat made, though, tugged and pushed subtly at his shaft inside of that rear. Constant little motions, not enough to approach the level of actual fucking, but more than enough to keep his cock hard as a rock, throbbing, occasionally leaking a little bead of pre out into it. Soon enough, Archie had the oven and the grills going, cooking and frying while he brought out a chopping board to prepare some fruit and vegetables. He did seem to be quite a good cook!

Yntemid let out an irritated sigh after a minute or two, well aware that he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. His tail started swishing fitfully behind him, each movement making an inner muscle flex around Archie's member, but otherwise the ferret tried to hold himself still. He caught himself trying to grind down into the rat's lap, the ferret's balls squishing against Archie's lower belly, but after that one slip he did his best to appear as casual as the rat wearing him. His tail tucked down between Archie's legs from the heat of the oven behind it, and he tried to look behind himself, nose twitching at the smells. "If you let me down, I could lend a hand..." he says, but he sounds more wry than hopeful.

The rat shook his head. "I like cooking," he responded, simply. "It's relaxing." He did seem to be cooking a meal for more than one person, though, so at least there was that. "Besides, if I let you down you won't be warming my cock anymore." His tail swished slightly behind him as he worked, his eyes lidded only very slightly. He seemed quite the picture of contentment at the moment, in a kitchen, working away, with a not-quite willing slave locked around his shaft. Slightly dissonant tones.

Sighing again, Yntemid slumped against the rat, which only made his soft haunches settle more snugly against Archie's upper thighs. He fidgeted now and again, the constant, filling pressure inside of him almost worse than a good rutting, since he wasn't so overwhelmed that he couldn't think. He had all the time he needed to dwell on the humiliating situation.

Soon enough, though, the rat's work was done and everything was ready. Pulling some oven mitts on, Archie started to pull everything out of the oven. The ferret gasped when the oven door opened behind him, hugging himself to Archie's chest when he was moved right up next to the open door so that the rat could pull out its contents, and his bottom gave a very pleasant squeeze until Archie stepped back again to set the food on the counter.

Groaning happily, the rat got all the food and put it all properly onto a few different plates. He grabbed a couple and headed back into the living room. Snagging a small table, he set it down in front of the throne-like chair, then put the plates down on it. He made a couple more trips, one to get the last plate, the other to get the glasses full of beverages. Yntemid leaned to the side to watch the food each time Archie walked away from it, both in the kitchen and the living room, the ferret's nose giving the occasional twitch.

Then Archie grabbed the remote before, finally, heading back to the throne and settling himself down in it with a sigh of pleasure. He forked a bit of his food, chewed on it, leaned back and lifted his remote to turn the television on.

"Hungry today?" the ferret asked dryly. His legs had just enough leash between them to spread with his feet braced beside the rat's hips, letting Archie lean back in comfort. Yntemid kept himself pressed up against the rat's chest, ducking and leaning slightly to one side to avoid the food passing over his head.

Archie smiled. "Oh, yes," he said. "But some of it is for you. I can't let my slave starve now, what kind of a master would I be then?"

Yntemid licked his lips, glancing back toward the food behind him. He'd been remarkably cheap to feed, needing even less food to keep him from going hungry than his size would suggest, but the smell of food was still enough to distract him from his predicament. If only briefly.

The rat browsed through the channel guide until he found something he liked. Then he cast a glance down at the ferret, a slight smile over his face. He kept his ass planted securely on the cushion, not really moving his hips at all. But he did give out an order. "Bounce."

Flinching at the command, the ferret took a moment to obey, but actually did as he was told after fighting a losing mental battle, lifting himself up a few inches with a flex and squeeze of his lower body before slowly sliding back down. Well, it wasn't exactly bouncing, but as he repeated the motion, it did provide a pleasant, slick friction around the rat's shaft.

Watching this, Archie looked pleased. But his contentment didn't last long. He slipped a paw down to the ferret's ass and gave it a squeeze, then a firm slap and the ferret jolted forward, letting a couple extra inches of the rat's erection slip from under his tail. "Do you know just how hot that ass, those hips of yours are?" the rat muttered, a slight growl of lust in his tone as he spoke now. "I want to see you work them, and work them hard. Grab onto me if you need to. Work your way up to it if you need to, but I want to see just how adorable and slutty you look when you're bouncing all the way up and down, head to base, do you understand, Stripe?"

The compliment and lewd, demanding encouragement had the ferret blushing all the harder, but he kept rising and falling over the shaft obediently. He even managed a reluctantly muttered, "Yes, Master," his ears laying back submissively without him noticing. The ferret had been settling into his role since Archie had bought him, but even then, he was being exceptionally cooperative now, speeding up his motions until he actually was bouncing over the rat's lap, buttocks thumping over Archie's upper thighs with each push down. By the way the ferret's shaft twitched and slipped another inch from his sheath, he was screwing himself over the rat's member more for his own needs than any sense of obedience.

Archie wasn't paying much attention to the television at this point, just the occasional glance up to it. His eyes focused almost totally on the ferret as he bounced up and down again and again. He breathed deeply as he watched that body bounce around the length of his cock, able to feel that plush ass each time it landed on his lap. The rat had the urge to start humping, but that would have defeated the point, so with some self-control, he kept himself nice and still on the chair. Although his paw, the one not responsible for bringing food to his mouth, stroked up and down over the ferret's body, scratching lightly and petting. The rat muttered out a fairly steady stream of praises. "Good boy," mostly, although the occasional lewder, more demeaning compliment slipped in as well.

Yntemid closed his eyes, losing himself to the sensations filling him. His feet dug into the cushion behind Archie's haunches, giving the ferret more leverage, and he started to lift up higher with each bounce, arching his back to angle the rat's shaft straight into his prostate. Whether he was pretending he was somewhere else or he was completely unaware of it, he pressed his body into the rat's paw, shivering from the petting. He let out the occasional cry, getting more vocal the longer he worked himself, as pre started to bead at his tip.

The rat opened his mouth and started to pant through it. Despite his cool demeanor, the practice of wearing the ferret around the house as a cockwarmer had gotten him a little bit worked up as well, and the display in front of his eyes at that moment wasn't doing much more good for his self-control. His hips twitched slightly. The sight of the ferret, leaning into those pets, working so diligently around his cock, almost broke down the rest of his self-control. An eye twitched, pre was leaking from his tip steadily. He couldn't help himself from pumping his hips very slightly. Not nearly enough to do the ferret's work for him, just enough to keep him bouncing nice and steadily, his body radiating heat, somehow keeping a lid on his libido for now.

The ferret slave was starting to lose his rhythm, breaking up his bouncing with an occasional, forceful grind down over the rat's lap, humping his hips forward and back to tug the rodent's shaft around inside of him, making it rock against his prostate. His tail flailed around wildly, dangerously close to the food tray, and Archie pushed the table back slightly further out of its reach. The ferret turned his muzzle upward as his grunts and cries got more urgent, his hips lifting more slowly now, but slamming himself down hard. If his turgid, pre-smeared length was anything to go by, he was worked himself right to the brink.

Archie panted, his ears, tail and paws showing the flush of warmth that his fur otherwise hid as he held himself back for as long as possible, working his self-control to its limit before it finally broke and, with a growling grunt, his cock throbbed and twitched, the first of many spurts of cum shooting out into the ferret, filling that rear up, painting it nice and white. The rat's own thrusts got a little bit more forceful, pumping in and out with more power even through his climax, his eyes lidded almost closed.

The ferret kept bouncing and grinding throughout the rat's orgasm, his body's grip growing ever so slowly tighter as his legs and haunches tensed up. The ferret's balls drew close between his spread thighs, his red shaft flexing up toward his belly, and with a powerful clench, the first spurt of his climax flung out as well, smearing between them. He pushed himself down, gritting a long moan through his teeth, and his insides rippled forcefully with each gush.

The rat groaned at the feeling of that rear clenching and gripping around him. He gave a couple more pumps into that rear, then gripped the ferret's hips tightly and pulled him down all the way to the base. He held the tiny male there, just keeping him locked in place as he rode out the rest of his climax, empying his balls out into that warm tunnel, a convenient little dump to shoot his pleasure into without things getting too messy. Eventually, his climax slowly faded down, leaving the rat just leaning back for the moment, enjoying the afterglow.

Yntemid slumped against the rat's chest as his climax faded as well, leaving his still-firm shaft to drool into Archie's belly fur. The room was suddenly rather quiet, aside from the ferret's panting while he caught his breath and the TV still on across the room. He finally opened his eyes, turning his face to the side and staring dully out the window. He shifted his weight on Archie's lap with a little cringe, a trickle of the rat's semen dribbling past the root of his shaft to dampen the fur of his bunched-up sheath.

Archie decided to ignore the mess squeezed between their two bodies for the moment. The television was still on, most of the food was still uneaten, and his glow was still going strong. He leaned forward slightly to pull the table with the food back toward the two of them, then he resumed eating. This time, though, in between each of his own bites of food, he cut some of the ferret's food up and brought the fork toward the slave's mouth. "You did very well Stripe," he said, stroking over the top of the tiny male's head. "Open up."

The ferret shivered, the praise having a different effect on him now that he wasn't quite so lust-addled. His toes only now relaxed where they'd been embedded in the couch cushion, his tail going limp and draping over the front of Archie's balls and the couch's edge. He licks his lips, sniffing at the food at the end of Archie's fork, and once again did as he was told, muzzle parting. He just looked up at Archie's face, mouth open and waiting--he hadn't been told to actually eat the morsel yet.

Archie smiled at the ferret's very literal-minded obedience. He just slipped the fork into that open mouth and held it there as he said, "You can eat at will now, as soon as I have the food ready for you." He waited for the mouth to close so that he could pull the fork back, off of the food and bring it back to the plates to stab his own mouthful. The rat didn't seem overly concerned about sharing spit on the fork. For the moment, he said nothing more, just sat there, eating and feeding, watching TV and enjoying the closeness and glow.

Nodding, Yntemid chewed that bite, but tensed up after catching himself off guard with a quiet, "Thank you, Master." That hadn't come out forced or sarcastic at all. The ferret's breath caught, and he blinked, then grimaced, then sighed and slowly began to relax fully on Archie's lap, focusing on the normalcy of eating a meal and trying his best not to think about who it was who was feeding him, or the shaft still lodged deep inside him.