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"Yes?"

The disembodied, metallic voice coming from the intercom made the rabbit jump, and he looked at his own distorted reflection in the camera lens, not really knowing what was expected of him.

Standing awkwardly in front of the wrought iron entrance gate, the young male didn't feel like he belonged at all, not having expected something like this. Given the address on the ad, he'd been looking for a house on the outskirts of the city, but he never thought he was going to find himself facing what could only be described as a mansion.

To the young rabbit, having recently moved to the big city for college, it was the first time seeing anything like this, and now that he was there, he couldn't help but think the ad had been nothing but a joke.

"H-Hello. I'm Sam..." he said, not really knowing how to put this, not wanting to share too many details with someone who was most likely a servant. "I'm here about the ad," he added, fidgeting on his feet, hoping he wouldn't need to explain further.

Much to his relief, he soon heard the distinctive electric buzzing of a door being unlocked, and the heavy iron gate started opening in front of him.

"Go straight for the main door. Someone will be there to welcome you, and lead you to the study. He's waiting for you." The voice in the intercom sounded completely unconcerned about the whole affair, but the last part made the bunny frown. Who was waiting for him? There was no name in the ad he'd found, and he was still left to wonder who the mysterious stranger was.

Taking a deep breath, he started walking toward the main building at a brisk pace, gravel scrunching under his feet. The whole atmosphere of this place was quite unnerving. The perfectly trimmed bushes made him feel completely out of place, and even the gurgling sound coming from a couple of fountains couldn't soothe his nerves, and he tried his best not to worry too much.

As he reached the main door and went for the bronze handle, it opened on its own, almost making him squeal. He berated himself for being so jumpy, gulping and trying to calm himself, and he looked up, finding himself facing an impeccably dressed, stern-looking Doberman.

"Hello. I'm..." He didn't even have time to finish his sentence, the male in front of him giving a curt nod toward the massive flight of stairs in front of them before turning his back on him and leading the way. It was obvious he expected to be followed, but after the puzzling non-verbal exchange, Sam didn't know how to react for a few seconds, and the dog reached the stairs before he even registered what was happening.

He scampered after the bigger male, walking behind him and following him up the stairs, the sheer size of the building and the oppressive silence had his eyes darting around as he tried to get his bearings, looking for signs of life, or even something familiar in a place where everything was so unlike anything he'd seen before, except in movies.

After going up the stairs, they walked through a series of corridors which all looked alike, past so many doors he lost count. The finally stopped in front of another carved wooden door which looked exactly like all the others, but the Doberman gave one knock and opened it, firmly pushing Sam inside before closing the door behind him.

The rabbit blinked, the sudden change of pace completely taking him aback, really making him fear for his safety for the first time since getting there, turning around and grabbing the door's handle. He sighed in relief when he realised it wasn't locked, and he slowly stopped panicking, taking a deep breath and looking around, wondering where he was.

The walls were lined with old books, trinkets and baubles on countless shelves, and the perfectly polished wooden floor was gleaming in the sunlight. The smell of dust and old wood was immediately noticeable, but another smell, familiar but completely out of place, was also tickling his nostrils: it smelled like a locker room, hints of pungent male sweat and musk mixing with the natural smell of the room, creating an unsettling cocktail.

"Hello there, young man. So nice of you to join us." The deep voice made him jump, and he turned around so fast his vision went blurry for a few seconds, before he could properly focus on the male the voice belonged to.

The big, black-furred older rat was looking at him with a grin, wearing an expensive-looking suit and sitting behind a massive wooden desk. He was definitely in his late forties or early fifties, and had a piercing gaze that made him shiver. He had the regal bearing one would expect from someone with money and power, and it was obvious the mansion belonged to him.

"I'm guessing you're here about the ad, right? I don't like losing my time, so we should get to it," the rat said coldly, not explaining why his employees were acting so strange, or even apologizing for it.

The rabbit was trying to process everything that had been happening, and was still trying to make sense out of a confusing situation. He was quite uneasy, but he had to remind himself that he'd been the one interested in the ad in the first place, and judging by the look the older male was giving him, he definitely didn't want to be on his bad side.

"Ah, yes, Sir. The ad. Sure," Sam said, blinking and gulping, taking a few steps forward.

The whole thing started with the ad he'd seen a week ago: an older gentleman looking for a live-in pet. Room and board provided. No fuss, no limits and no safe words. Of course, it did sound a little sketchy, but what did he have to lose? He was looking for a place to live anyway, and as a growing male exploring his sexuality, he was growing bored of partners his own age and was looking for something off the beaten path.

All those college boys didn't seem to know that there was stuff you could do other than blowjobs and regular fucking, and were perfectly happy doing just that, but Sam wanted more. He considered himself really kinky, having tried some stuff on his own, and having watched hours and hours of BDSM porn while masturbating feverishly, but he was anxious to try all that stuff with someone else, someone who was comfortable doing all that stuff with him and to him, someone with experience.

That was the reason why he didn't think twice before answering the ad, sending a cursory description of himself and explaining why he was interested in the position. He'd been called some time later, not knowing if he'd been carefully selected among a pile of motivated applicants, or if he'd been the only one silly enough to answer this ad, but the result was the same: the position was his if he wanted it and if he signed the contract.

A soft cough and a rustling sound caught his attention, and he finally noticed they weren't alone in the room, as a smaller, stern-looking mouse wearing glasses was standing next to the desk, holding a clipboard and looking right at him, completely expressionless.

"My lawyer here has your contract for you to read and sign," the older rat said, motioning toward the mouse who made his way toward Sam, giving him the clipboard, as well as a pen which was definitely worth more than everything he had in his schoolbag.

There were pages and pages of text, most of it being complex legalese. Skimming through the first pages, he could see some of the stuff he'd seen in the ad: room and board, free medical care, no rent or any subsequent payment due... It all looked pretty legit, and there was no way he was going to spend a couple hours going through all that while the two other males were waiting for him.

He signed his name at the bottom of the page with practiced ease, and looked up to see a grin widening on the face of the rat, before the suit-wearing mouse grabbed the clipboard from his hands, nodding toward the rat before leaving the room, leaving the two of them alone.

"That was my lawyer. He helped me draft that contract, and I brought him in as a legal witness to ascertain that you signed it on your own free will," he said, waving a hand as if it wasn't that big of a deal. "Now, you're officially mine and even the most skilled lawyer with unlimited resources wouldn't be able to find even the tiniest flaw in that contract."

The tone used by the rat sent a shiver down the rabbit's spine. Sam didn't think the contract was that big of a deal, as it was just a way to protect both their best interests, so why did it sound so ominous?

"Strip, boy, I haven't got all day!" The voice was coming from behind the desk, the rat obviously busy rummaging through his drawers, apparently looking for something.

With the gears in his head running at full speed, still wondering if he'd made the right decision, he almost didn't hear the order, the rat's voice bringing him back to reality as abruptly as if he'd been doused in cold water. The order itself was not entirely unexpected, as he already imagined it was going to come to that eventually, but things were moving much faster than he'd anticipated.

Still, that was what he'd been looking for, and his unrestrained college boy libido was slowly starting to overshadow his concerns, especially since he'd made a point not to fap for a couple of days before coming here in order to be more eager and receptive.

Slowly, he started taking his shirt off, exposing his lean chest, before tossing it to the side. He wasn't scrawny by any means, but he wasn't really toned either, showing that he wasn't one to hit the gym very often, if at all. The air in the study was pleasantly warm, so he didn't feel the sightless discomfort standing there bare-chested.

As he looked up, he could see that the rat was still busy doing whatever he'd been doing behind his desk, but a leather collar was now sitting right there on top of it, and it didn't take a genius to know who it was for, causing a warm blush to spread on his cheeks.

Hesitating for a few seconds, but knowing that stalling was only going to make things worse, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down as well as his underwear in one smooth motion, the clothes bunching up around his ankles before he kicked them aside, leaving him completely naked in the study.

The embarrassment he was feeling did nothing to quell his blooming arousal, and his uncut dick was already half-hard and growing harder by the second, pointing straight in front of him and making him feel so vulnerable.

"Look how cute you are. Guess you can follow orders, after all." The rat was looking straight at him, from head to toes, several more bondage items having joined the collar already on the desk, the biggest one being what appeared to be a straightjacket. "Now, grab that collar and put it on."

Completely exposed, naked in front of a fully clothed male, he slowly walked forward, grabbing the collar gingerly and examining it. It looked like black leather, but it had a few weird metallic nubs on the inside, and a D ring on the front. It didn't appear to have any discernible straps or locking mechanism, and he looked up at the rat behind his desk, confused.

"It's self-locking. Just put it on. I have the remote right there." Indeed, the rat was waving a small black remote in the air, and he was looking at him intently, waiting for him to obey the direct order.

Feeling like he was sealing his fate with much more certainty than when he'd signed the contract, he wrapped the collar around his neck, the leather brushing against his fur, a soft click echoing through the room when both extremities were connected. It felt tight, but not uncomfortably so, and the little studs he'd saw earlier were rubbing against the back of his neck.

The dry chuckle coming from the older male made him jump, and when he looked at him, he almost felt the air in the room growing colder, the playful grin on the rat's face having been replaced with a cruel smile, and his piercing gaze was growing scarier and scarier by the second.

"You youngsters are really stupid, but you're the first one to actually sign the contract... and without even reading it first! I guess that deep down, you really wanted to become my property, slave!" The rat stood up, and for the first time, Sam realised the older male wasn't wearing anything down there save for a bulging jockstrap that might have been white at some point, but was now so dirty you could barely see any white left.

He wrinkled his nose, finally understanding where the smell permeating the room was coming from, taking a few steps back, his nervousness now skyrocketing again as things started taking a turn for the worse.

"W-what do you mean? What are you doing?" he asked with a trembling voice, wondering what this maniac wanted from him, not realising that he was getting exactly what he signed for: no fuss, no limits, no safe word. He kept walking backward toward the door, only to be interrupted by the rat, who pressed the button on the remote he'd seen earlier.

He screamed as he finally found out what the studs into the collar were for, electric current flowing through his body like a wave of fire, sapping him of his strength, making him fall to his knees, hands grabbing the collar and trying to rip it off, to no avail. It was over almost instantly, leaving him shaking and sobbing on the floor.

"I'm saying that you're my property now. My slave. My little toy to do with as I please. You agreed to that, and as I said earlier, that contract you signed is quite foolproof. I can do whatever I want to you, for as long as I own you." The pungent smell of old sweat and stale urine made him look up, and he found himself facing that dirty jockstrap, almost gagging from the smell and immediately breathing through his mouth.

"It's perfectly legal, and I would be able to keep you even if someone came looking for you... But I'm guessing you didn't tell anyone where you were going, given the nature of this arrangement, and even the police might never come snooping around," the rat said, grabbing him by the ears and forcing him to stand up, a dull ache radiating from the base of them from being handled so roughly.

"P-Please. Why are you doing that? You can't..." he started saying, squealing in pain as his ears were yanked harder, silencing him.

"Are you fucking dense, boy? You brought this on yourself. I'm doing this because I love it, and you can't beg your way out of this." He was dragged toward the desk, unable to resist the brute force of the other male, and shoved there without care or concern. He attempted to resist fruitlessly for a few seconds as the older male tried wrestling him into the straightjacket, but after another push of a button and more screaming, he was left gasping for breath, giving the rat more than enough time to squeeze him into the tight confines of his new outfit, making it almost impossible for him to fight back, now.

He was flipped over, and more straps were wrapped around him, pinning him to the desk, forcing his legs spread, and slowly restraining his range of motion until he couldn't move any part of his body but his head, facing the ceiling and looking around as the rat circled him predatorily. Only the memories and lingering pain of the past two shocks were keeping him silent now, and he was shaking badly, knowing that there was absolutely nothing he could to stop the other male from hurting him or even mutilating him if he so desired.

The older male stopped right next to his head, the pungent stink coming from his crotch assaulting his nostrils once more. Before he could do or say anything, the rat slowly pulled his jockstrap down, and that damp, uncut malehood plopped down on his muzzle, filling his entire vision and overpowering his senses. It was definitely bigger than his own and the weight of it, even soft, was impressive.

Sure, being a male himself, he was familiar with the smell of sweat and musk, but this was on a whole other level, and he didn't want to think how long it had been since the rat's last shower. He shuddered in disgust, blinking away some tears that had formed in the corners of his eyes from the sheer potency of the smell, gagging and heaving.

As much as he didn't want to open his muzzle so close to such a vile tool, he couldn't help himself. "Please, I don't want to... Mrnnffff!" He was interrupted as the dirty jockstrap he'd seen earlier was shoved past his teeth, making him choke as it widened his jaw. The taste of old sweat and urine stung his senses, not as bad as he'd imagined it would be, but knowing what it was definitely made it ten times worse, making him queasy. He couldn't push it out with his tongue and gave up after a few seconds, realising it was only making things worse.

The improvised gag was bad enough, but the fact that it made him completely unable to breathe through his mouth was much, much worse as his nose was pressed right against the base of the rat's hefty, greasy balls, forcing him to sniff the gag-inducing stench whether he wanted it or not. He tried shaking his head to the side, to no avail, as there was no escaping the unbearable smell. "Grrrnnnffft!"

"Don't like the smell of your Master? I showered a few days ago, so it shouldn't be that bad. I only shower once every couple of weeks, so you'll have plenty of time to get used to it," the rat said, grabbing his dick and angling it down toward the rabbit's gagged muzzle, letting out a contented sigh and relaxing.

That was all the warning Sam got before a stream of amber, strong-smelling liquid started pouring down his muzzle, dripping down his neck and the corners of his mouth, but mostly soaking the jockstrap lodged against his tongue and leaking down the back of his throat. He started struggling anew, coughing and gagging, trying to turn his head to the side, but unable to as a strong pair of hands kept him in place.

Even if he wasn't swallowing, piss was pooling in his muzzle, his tongue swimming in the warm liquid, the bitter, acrid taste assaulting his senses. It didn't take long until it overflowed, but the rat just kept pissing, and he could feel the urine leaking down his neck, staining the desk and his straightjacket, dripping down to the wooden floor.

It was obvious the older rat didn't care about the mess, as he could probably have the whole room rebuilt if he really wanted it. Sam, on the other hand, did care: squirming and gurgling, forced to fully taste and smell the dirty rodent, his life was a living hell, and there was nothing he could do about it other than take it.

After what felt like an eternity, the stream finally tapered off, and the rat took a couple of steps back, wiping the last few stray drops right on the rabbit's nose. "Mmmm, I really needed that, thanks, kiddo," he said, looking down at his slave, before rummaging through a drawer once more, no longer paying him any attention.

He took advantage of the situation to tilt his head to the side and let what was left of the rat's urine leak out of his mouth, but he still couldn't get rid of the now soaked jockstrap, the taste and smell of piss the only thing he could feel.

"Aha, found it!" the rat exclaimed with unusual glee, making Sam shiver. If the older male was happy about something, it was probably cause for worry.

His eyes widened when he saw the rat pull out a syringe out of the drawer. The thing was filled with a blue, almost glowing liquid, and a few drops leaked down the needle as the plunger was pushed. "Your little prick is softer than an overcooked noodle, and we can't have that. A slave should always be hard when servicing his betters," the rat said, before unceremoniously sticking the needle in his shoulder, making him yip.

Sam could only watch in horror as the liquid made its way down the syringe and into his system, panting in distress, wondering what had been injected into him. Given what the older male said just before the injection, he could only guess it was some sort of aphrodisiac, and he wondered how potent it was.

"Don't worry, you're scrawny, so it shouldn't take long," the rat said, answering his silent question. Indeed, he could already feel something. Heat was coursing through his body, as well as a tingling sensation, which was only growing stronger, especially in his groin and ears, for some reason.

Circling the desk to face him, the big rat started fondling him, and no matter how much he didn't want to grow hard, that simple touch had him half-hard before he could even realise what was happening to him. He could only feel the amplified sensations from the teasing, and the slow movements were making him hornier by the second. As the stimulation moved to his balls, his cheeks started burning as he noticed some precum was already started dripping from his cocktip.

As a young male in his prime, he had no problem getting it up, but the chemicals coursing through his veins made him feel like a horny teenager, forcing unnatural arousal upon him, making him see stars from his out of control sex drive. He wanted sex... needed it, if his brain was to be believed, and his hips were twitching as he was overcome with a desire to hump something, anything!

He looked at the rat wit begging eyes, hating himself for thinking like that, but he couldn't fight the animalistic need clouding his mind. He wanted the older male to stop fondling his balls and stroke him to completion.

"You look positively horny, boy. I'm sure that if I started stroking you, it wouldn't take much more than a few minutes to make you shoot," the rat said, slowly using his fingers to spread the precum that had been bubbling at the tip of Sam's penis all over his sensitive cockhead, making the rabbit pant.

The young male could only watch as the rat started slowly stroking him, those fingers gliding effortlessly all over his sensitive flesh from how much he was dripping already. That kind of pace would've been much too slow to get him anywhere, under normal circumstances, but he could definitely feel a familiar buildup, making him grunt and moan through his makeshift gag.

After a few minutes, the urge to shoot was very much there, but it was so drawn out that it was driving him crazy, making him shake in his restraints, panting hard through his wrinkled nose, having to endure the smell of rat urine with each breath. The rat never sped up, and never slowed down, stroking that dick which was twitching wildly and drooling like a broken faucet.

Just as he was about to reach that edge, eyes closed, preparing himself for that explosive release, precum covering the fur of his belly, moaning loudly through his disgusting gag, all stimulation stopped, making his eyes snap open as he stared at the rat with desperate need and disappointment.

"What is it, boy, you wanted to cum? Don't worry, I know something that'll help you cool down some." Before Sam could fully understand the ominous statement, the rat's fist flew toward his exposed balls, crashing into them at full speed.

Sam howled in agony as his nuts were flattened between that fist and his pubic bone, his vision turning red for a second as gut-wrenching pain seared through his groin, his spread legs convulsing as they tried to snap shut to protect his sensitive bits.

It was only a single punch, though, and after what felt like an eternity, the pain started subsiding ever so slowly, leaving him trembling weakly, drained of all his strength. He was whimpering in utter agony, tears running down his face, looking at the rat, eyes pleading for mercy while fully aware there would be none.

"Mmmm, looks like you did soften some from that. I hope you're alright. I'd hate to damage such a fine specimen," the rat said with fake concern. "Let's see if everything is still in perfect working condition," he added, leaning down to give that precum-soaked bunnyhood a lick.

Even if the pain in his groin was still a loud roar, his dick started stiffening again, the feeling of that hot, wet tongue making its way slowly from base to tip was more than enough to reignite his chemically enhanced arousal. Within seconds, he was panting again, dick throbbing wildly in desperate need, making his balls ache on a whole other level.

Those who thought that blowjobs were a submissive act were dead wrong, because there was nothing submissive about the way the older rat was sucking and licking him. He was teasing the rabbit's most sensitive spots with methodical, almost surgical precision, massaging his sore balls while flicking his tongue right against his frenulum, making his dick jump over and over, begging for more.

When the rat slipped his dick between his lips, he swore he was going to cum, but the hand that had been fondling his balls started squeezing slowly, pulling his balls away from his body. The feeling wasn't painful, especially compared to what he'd been through already, but it was certainly uncomfortable.

Inside that warm muzzle, his shaft was jerking and throbbing with a compelling, imperative need to cum, and it seemed to go on forever. His mind and body were screaming for release, and he was panting hard, grunting and moaning, shaking in utter frustration. The rat's tongue was barely moving at all, keeping him right on that edge, right where a single hard lick anywhere on his genitals would have triggered an unstoppable orgasm.

"Mmmmrrrfff! Gggnnpppffff!" He was shaking his head like a trapped hound, his muscles were clenching and unclenching, and his hips were trembling as they tried their best to thrust forward, but the straps all around his body were preventing them from moving a single millimetre, which would probably have been enough, at this point.

Just as he was sure his body was going to give up, and he was going to cum without further stimulation, the rat's muzzle opened, leaving his wet dick twitching angrily into the empty air, a rope of precum shooting out and joining the mess already on his belly.

"Whoa, that was close! You're definitely not cumming yet, slave," the rat said, his hand slowly starting to crush his already swollen orbs, making the rabbit's eyes bulge out as burning pain started shooting from his flattened gonads. "Don't worry, I'm good at this game. We're only getting started..."

Hours later, Sam's throat was sore from screaming and moaning and he was exhausted from trying to fight his bonds. He could only feel a mix of pain and intense sexual need, his whole groin swollen and throbbing. His dick was slick and extra sensitive, and he was mad with frustration, his hands clenching as he wanted nothing more than to being able to free his arms to give himself the one last stroke he desperately needed.

He'd been biting down on the gag in his muzzle so much that the fabric was mostly dry now, and he'd swallowed the mix of piss and grime reflexively as he was edged to tears, over and over, being brought down from the edge forcefully with slaps and punches and squeezes.

"Nfffff! Grrnfff!" He was utterly defeated, still begging through his gag, taking advantage of a short break to try and grab the rat's attention for the umpteenth time.

Much to his surprise, the older male moved to his side and finally pulled the jockstrap out of his muzzle, his sore jaw complaining as he opened and closed it a few times, a hoarse whisper coming out of his mouth as he was too drained to do anything else. "P-please. I can't stand it anymore. Make it stop. I feel like I'm going to explode!"

The rat looked at him and smiled. "Of course. You should've asked sooner, boy, you'd have saved yourself a lot of pain," he said, before adding. "But there's still something I need to take care of before I can give you what you want."

Too exhausted to react, he didn't even answer as the rat made his way between his legs one last time, producing a metallic ring and shoving his balls through it, making him squeak in pain considering how tender they were. He then forced his still erect dick through it, flattening his balls further in the process, forcing another yowl out of him. His balls were pushing against his erect dick because of the ring, and the rabbit wondered what it was supposed to do, before the rat started squeezing his balls again, harder and harder, his screams turning into breathless whimpers, pain growing and growing until he blacked out.

When he woke up a few minutes later, his now soft dick had been stuffed in an unyielding prison, a metallic cylinder encasing his flaccid malehood. From the discomfort he was feeling, he quickly understood that the inside of the cage was lined with dull spikes, which were digging into his flesh even when he was perfectly soft... and now that he was awake, his arousal was slowly coming back, causing him to wince and whine as his dick was trying to grow harder, to no avail, only causing him more pain.

"That thing is not coming off anytime soon, bunbun. Since you apparently don't enjoy being edged, I'll keep your dick out of reach. I'm gonna weld it shut later today. Your cumming days are over, slave," the rat said from a corner of the room, playing with a little, silvery key, as Sam let out a mournful whimper.

Standing up, he grabbed a crop, making it swish through the air a few times as he walked toward his new toy. "Don't worry, though, there's still plenty of fun to be had with those balls of yours," he said with an evil grin, having sealed the fate of this stupid college boy, and already dreaming about the fun they were going to have together in the years to come.