FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

(TW/CW: Rape, bondage, kidnapping, homophobic slurs. Link to alt version without homophobia is in the description.)

(Contains: Male/male, non-con, milking, aphrodisiacs, fingering, anal masturbation, dildo play, master/pet, master/slave. Slight mentions of other kinks.)

Although I was supposed to be at this party with my friends, I felt isolated -- vulnerable, almost.

I never was one for dark rooms filled with bright, flashing lights, loud, thumping music that I could feel in my chest, and the thick stench of sex made all the worse (or better if you were so inclined) by aphrodisiacs. My dorm mates liked to tease me. They said I was a prude who needed to be gently yanked out of his shell. I'm not sure if they knew what "gently" meant.

Their "gentle" idea to introduce me to the social life of university was to drag me to a club in the city center with a particular reputation for... sex positivity. I didn't even know its name. To everyone I knew at university, it was just "that club." When you were talking about things you had heard of happening at "that club," everyone knew what you were talking about because everyone knew that, at that club, it wasn't uncommon to see people having sex on the main floor. Regardless of what gender you were and what gender your partner was, or what exactly you two were doing, no one batted an eye when you were in that club. It was to be expected.

Still, I felt uncomfortable. Not because I objected to the idea of that club's main attraction, but because I was out of my element. The air, saturated with body heat, would periodically condense on my cool glasses.

I was sitting in a booth with a few of my friends who would occasionally get up and go somewhere else, for reasons I didn't pay attention to, before coming back. They were having a lively conversation, but I was too busy shifting uncomfortably in my seat as I watched silhouettes of bodies embrace and thrust into each other against the darkness everywhere I looked.

There was another booth across from us in our corner of the club. In it, a fox kissed his larger, dragon counterpart as he greedily grabbed at the man's muscles. He was feeling every inch of his lover and, although the music pounded in my body and the strobes danced against my eyes, they were truly lost in each other.

"Scout. Scout... Bunny boy... Scout!"

I jerked my head around where I saw one of my friends, Ace, an otter who's usually red fur looked blue in the darkness of the club. Others around our table were looking at us.

Ace narrowed his eyes and smirked slyly. He leaned towards me. "You seem really interested. You should go and ask to join them," he said above the music.

I opened my mouth to say something but the people around our table laughed, causing me to smile and roll my eyes.

"Yeah, go find yourself a cute guy at the bar or on the dance floor," someone else said. "Not leaving with somebody isn't an option!"

I looked away at nothing and my smile involuntarily grew. "I'm... not sure what to do..."

"Go get a piece of ass for tonight!"

"Nah, he's a bottom!" Ace chimed.

I turned suddenly back to Ace. My eyes and smile widened as I moved my hands in a way suggesting that I was strangling him which earned another round of laughter from our full table.

"Here," Ace stood up. "Come with me," he said, waving me towards him. I sighed through my smirk before following him out of the table and further into the club.

I brushed pashed dancers and other revelers as I followed Ace to a pair of doors away from the dance floor. I raised my hand over my eyes and squinted at the sudden bright lights. Ace's signature crimson fur was back in this lighting and so was my typical, gingerbread coat.

"C'mon," Ace beckoned. He led me through a few more open rooms and halls before we entered another door. We were in a bathroom empty of everyone except ourselves and our reflections in the large mirror spanning the wall above the sinks.

He turned to me, placing his hands on his hips and smirking. "You're not having any fun."

"What? Yeah," I insisted. "I am having fun."

He raised a brow. "You haven't left our booth all night." I rolled my eyes as Ace continued. "No drinks, no dancing, and no boys. Scout, you're so boring!"

"C'mon." I leaned against the sinks and grinned.

"No, you c'mon!" Ace whined playfully. He looked earnestly at me. "I want you to have a good time."

"But I thought I was!"

"That's because if you had it your way, you'd be reading some book or laying in your bed jacking off right now."

I chuckled. "True. True. You're not wrong."

"You don't know a good time when it's literally fucking like an animal in front of you!"

I smiled and shook my head, looking at the ground.

"Come on..." Ace grabbed my hands and pulled me around towards the door. "We're gonna go and get you a dick appointment for the night."

"Nooooo..." I whined annoyedly. I held my feet firmly to the floor, making Ace pull harder.

"I'll be your wingman!" Ace dug his feet in opposite me and pulled my arms.

"Nooooo...!" I whined again, louder this time.

Ace pulled for a bit before giving up with a grunt. "Ugh, fine..." Not letting go of my hands he shook his head and smiled coyly. "I guess you're just a lame, lame bunny with a soft, lame belly and long, lame ears."

"My ears aren't lame! Look at my piercings!" I pulled one of my ears off my shoulder, showing Ace the two silver rings at the end of it which matched my other ear.

"Piercings that you take off before you go to class," Ace contested.

His eyes lit up. "Y'know, that reminds me. I've always wanted to-"

"Nope," I said.

"If you would just let me-"

"Nope! Nope nope nope," I said, shaking my head with each "nope" which made my long ears bounce off my shoulders.

"Pleeeeease!" Ace whined and half pulled, half shook my hands wildly hard which made my ears bounce even more.

"No! No no no no no. The answer is no." I smiled widely.

"Just... argh!" An evil grin crossed Ace's face. I knew what was coming next.

Ace lunged his hands towards my ears but I caught his wrist before he could touch them. "Gimme them ears, bunny boy!"

"Noooo!" I laughed making it harder to hold Ace back.

"Gimme! Gimme... them ears! They're so soft! Imma squish 'em!"

"Noooo! You know I get too blushy!"

"And it's so cute too! Imma squish those ears!"

I cackled and struggled to hold Ace back.

Ace leaned in to me as he tried to grab my ears. "Give..." He leaned more into me. "Me..." I was holding us both up now. "Those bunny ea-"

We fell to the ground in a heap with Ace on top of me.

We covered both our mouths, gasped, and looked at each other.

We burst into laughter together. My chest heaved and I felt tears in my eyes. "Oh my gosh, are you okay?" Ace asked.

I nodded and closed my eyes. Tears streamed down my face as I couldn't stop laughing.

When we both recovered, Ace stood up and offered me a hand. I grabbed it and dusted off my pants as I got up. "Maybe that'll teach you not to be so grabby for my ears!"

"Hmm, I think I'll just have to try again another time."

I sighed and rolled my eyes.

Ace grabbed my hands again. "No, but for real. I want you to have a good time."

"I will, I will."

"I just don't want you to be so stiff all the time!" Ace looked at our hands. "Y'know, Scout, I know how you'll feel about this but..." Ace put his hand in his pocket. "...I wanna try anyways."

From the pocket of his shorts, Ace pulled out a transparent, red capsule. It was filled with pills.

"You know what these are, right, Scout?"

I nodded.

They were aphrodisiacs. Powerful aphrodisiacs whose empty bottles I had seen strewn across the club all night. Although they were technically legal, I had only heard about what they did.

"Listen," Ace continued. "No judgements if you use one or not. You can just throw it away if you want. They're super cheap around here." Ace took off the cap and emptied one of the pills into his hands. "Personally? I think you deserve to loosen up a little." He put it in my hand before closing my fingers around it. "You can just chew it."

Ace turned to the mirror and straightened his hair which had been made messy by our fall. "Just don't take too long to decide, okay?" He looked over his shoulder at me while walking to the door. "I still wanna party with you." The door swung shut and echoed in the empty bathroom.

I opened my hand and looked at the pill. It was big and pink. I rolled it around my hand a bit, considering how it felt in my palm.

I looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror.

Leaving my dorm, I thought I felt confident in my outfit. It was all black: a fitting sweater, comfy but fashionable sweatpants, and black high-tops. Cute, but with a little attitude, I thought when I looked at it in my dorm. I came with the intention of leaving with someone. I figured I could try to find a cute guy who could keep me company for the night. When I got here though, I, like my outfit, blended into the darkness.

I looked at the pill again. There was so much time I put into studying. When I finished reviewing my notes, usually on something like tesseracts or five-cells, I only wanted to decompress with a story..

In all my time at college, had I ever just let loose and enjoyed life for a while? Had I ever allowed myself to? To even think about that idea? Although I thought I really wanted to at the start of university, I still hadn't slept with another guy. I was still doing the same thing I was doing in high school -- looking at pictures or videos of hot guys and living vicariously as their bottom. But was that all I was gonna get to do during my time at college? Was that all I deserved after waiting so long for the opportunity to actually be with someone?

I looked into the mirror again and I sighed. Just for tonight, I thought. No harm or shame in trying. I'll just try it because Ace gave it to me and I could.

I took a deep breath in and steadily let it out. I raised my hand to my mouth and put the pill in.

I chewed for a while, considering spitting it back out. But finally, I swallowed.

It was sweet like raspberries. Not exactly candy, but the taste was still pleasant.

I tapped the counter idly while watching my reflection.

So, I waited and waited for the effects to kick in. I considered the possibility that those people out there, fucking each other over and over again, were just overreacting or lost in the moment. I entertained the idea that I may not even be receptive to the drug.

I closed my eyes and sighed. "Ace, you're so full of shit," I muttered disappointedly. I turned to the door and started to walk out.

I buckled over and gasped. Warmth rushed freely into my crotch. I feel onto one of my knees. I tried to hold myself up with one hand. Gasp, moans, and groans escaped my mouth which I tried covering. My noises still echoed in the bathroom. The heat in my crotch, my cock, and my balls, didn't stop growing. It was just hotter and hotter with each moment. I panted and gasped trying to get air into my body. Using my hand, I fanned my hot face. The haze which had been growing in me began taking my mind. "No... no..." Fighting it was proving futile.

I needed to calm down. I needed to breathe. So, I accepted it. I let the drug running through my veins take me. My cock throbbed and twitched in my sweatpants. I tried wiggling my butt but it just felt so empty all of a sudden.

Boys. Boys. Boys boys boys boys boys. And men! Oh, god, men. I loved them so much. The way they looked, moved, and smelt. Their deliciously rippled abs or even their adorably round bellies so good for cuddling. Their strong hands. Their wonderful voices. Their arms so good for hugs and holding you down while they pounded your little ass. Their wonderful, adorable butts. Their heavy balls which slap against your taint as you get fucked. And sweet mother mercy... their long, thick, fucking cocks.

I needed another man. I needed to have him. Or for him to have me. I just needed him right fucking now.

I pulled myself up and leaned against the sink. I looked at the bunny in the mirror. His head fur was messy and wild. His face was as flush as it could be. He panted heavily, his tongue hanging out a bit as he did. Drool spilled out of the side of his mouth.

I closed my eyes and bit my lip, panting and gasping more. I needed help with my throbbing cock and my empty ass.

And I was going to get it.

After shoving the bathroom door open, I walked briskly in the bright halls, my inhibitions left on the bathroom floor. Though my hard cock brushed against my sweatpants, I was already too horny to care.

Passing an open door, I took a quick glance in as I walked back towards the dance floor.

What was that?

I took a few steps back and looked into the room again.

It was large, but empty. It's forest-green walls and pure, white floor were bare, save for a square platform in the center. There was a metal pole extending out of the platform.

Tentatively, I stepped into the room.

Getting closer to the platform, I saw it. At the end of the metal pole, a sizable cock was attached which boasted an ample pair of balls. It was girthy. Almost as thick as my wrist and it shined in the bright light overhead.

I glanced over my shoulder and looked back at the dildo.

Something about it was so... inviting.

I massaged it slowly from base, to head, and back again. It was soft and already lubed up so nicely that my hand slid up and down it with ease.

Between it's stunning cream color, thick shaft, tapered head, and bulbous balls, I couldn't take it anymore.

I kicked off my boots, threw off my shirt, and yanked down my pants with my underwear which I flung to the side. I stepped up on the platform and positioned my ass above the giant cock. With the head against my opening, I pressed down.

Immediately, I covered my mouth and let out a muffled moan as I tried not to scream. Wincing, I clutched my free hand as I slid further down the cock. I felt it so thick inside me, stretching me wide.

Driven by my wild, inhuman lust, I kept going, further and further down. The dildo hit my prostate, drawing out another moan and even whimpers as I felt it push onto my most sensitive spot. Finally, I felt the balls hit my taint. I had hilted it, but I couldn't stop now.

Gently, I raised up and let myself fall down again. I bounced gently on the cock. The head rubbed against my prostate, the shaft stretched my walls, and the balls pressured my perineum.

Precum was already dribbling freely down my cock, the head of the dildo earning a fresh drop each time I pushed all of it inside me. Again and again. My legs were numb. My dick twitched with each thrust down. I was getting closer.

I sped up. Up and down, I let the cock work my ass. Faster. But the pumps were getting shorter. I whined. Why couldn't I keep up the tempo?

I stopped bouncing. Gradually, I come back to reality. My cock throbbed openly in the air, desperate to finish.

When I was fully lucid again, I looked through my aphrodisiatic haze and saw that I was standing on my toes. I tried to lift myself up the cock, but I had no leverage. The balls were firmly pressed against my perineum, holding me above the ground. I couldn't get off of it. That's when I realized the bar had raised while I was masturbating.

I twisted and turned, making the head of the dildo at the end of the bar grind into my prostate. I moaned. I whimpered. It wasn't enough to get me off in any sense of the term.

"Help..." I called out. Putting my hands on the bar below me, I tried to lift myself up. No dice. I was stuck. "H-help me!" I wiggled more but it wasn't enough. I couldn't cum and I couldn't get free. I had been trapped like an animal.

"Hey!"

I jolted at the noise behind me. I turned myself around, whining pathetically while I did.

When I had turned enough to get a good look over my shoulder, I saw an older canine standing in the doorway. He was fully clothed while I was completely naked with my cock hanging in the cool air.

"H-help... me..." I said through whimpers. I twisted and bounced lightly, showing him I was stuck.

The canine turned to the hall. "Vash, c'mere! We got another one. Bunny this time." He walked into the room. His footfalls echoed. From his pocket, he pulled out a phone.

"P-please, help me!" I moaned more. The pressure on my prostate was unbearable. "I'm... stuck..."

The canine held his phone up. "Yep." I heard a camera shutter.

"W-what are you...?"

Another camera shutter.

"S-stop!" I pleaded. My face was burning hot. I tired to turn away from him, but he just walked around me as I did.

Click. Another shutter. "Nah."

"Please... stop! What are you doing?"

"Would you shut up already, kid? You and I both know I'm beating my dick to this later. Actually..." He unzipped his pants and his knotted cock flopped out of his underwear. He rubbed it, slowly and sensually. "Unf. Oh yeah, bitch. Try to get off that bitch prison some more. I'm sure it'll work this time." His phone beeped and a red light shined in front of it. He was filming me.

Tears pooled in my eyes. "Why are you doing this?" My voice cracked. "Please, help me. Please..." Precum dripped off of my balls onto the floor.

He kept himself focused on his phone's screen. "You'll figure that out soon enough." He was slickening his cock with his own pre now. "Y'know what milking is, kid?"

I shook my head. Tears streamed down my face as I closed my eyes.

"Let's just say your life is about to get a whole lot more interesting."

Though I tried to get off, I still couldn't. The canine didn't say a word as he watched me struggle on the dildo. He just kept filming me as tears dripped down my face and precum dripped down my cock.

I heard another set of footsteps in the hall.

"Well look what we have here!" Vash was a strong shark -- a behemoth at least six feet and half tall. Still, his muscular limbs and enticing torso were perfectly proportionate. He was a real man. Not one to be found stuck on a one-bar prison while being helplessly filmed by a much older man.

"Haven't gotten a bunny in a while," Vash mused. My cock twitched at his deep voice made under his massive, grey-skinned pecs. He stepped up onto the platform I was trapped on. The top of my head barely come to the underside of his chest.

"Hmm..." Vash paced around me. "A lovely, brown coat." He rubbed my arms, shoulders, and back as he felt through my velvety fur. I drew up away from his touch, though he ignored my meager protest. I didn't dare try to fight him off me. "Deep, but bright, green eyes," he said, putting his face close in front of mine. He resumed his pacing. "Though that could just be the tears."

Vash spanked me hard on my ass, groping me as he did which made me whine and squirm. "A cute, speckled butt with a fluffy, white tail. That'll be very popular..."

I felt his breath on the back of my neck before he whispered "And..." His hands rubbed the ends of my ears, "absolutely adorable, fluffy, bunny ears." My face was red hot as cool tears streamed down my cheeks. "With some interesting, but simple piercings," he said as his thumb rubbed the silver rings on each ear. "I imagine you had a little spunk to you... when you were free..."

"When I was... free...?" I choked out in spite of my weeping.

Vash walked in front of me. His face was inches in front of mine again. "Ah, poor kid..." He flashed his taunting smile. It was filled with the sharpest teeth I had ever seen. "Do you really not know about taming, little guy?" He turned my face to his when he tilted my chin up with a single claw. "Don't worry," he rubbed my cheek with his palm. He leaned in close to one of my ears and whispered harshly, blowing his hot breath on it. "You'll find out soon enough."

Vash stepped off the platform. "Alright, I've had my fun. Diesel, leash 'em up and get 'em to the milker. Don't want any problems with the law. Especially since this bitch'll fetch us a nice little paycheck."

"Will do," said Diesel. I heard another beep from his phone before he put it back in his pocket. "By the way, that was hot as hell." He tucked his slick cock back into his pants.

"Think the fans'll like that?" Vash said, stepping out into the hall.

"With how humiliated that kid was? Most definitely."

I had to get out.

I pushed and squirmed and wiggled with all of what I had in me, but the soft, silicone cock was still pressed too deep inside me.

"Well, you heard em, bunny boy." Diesel pulled a thick, leather collar out of his back pocket with a matching leash attached. He put the collar around my neck and fastened it with a small lock on the side. Taking a pair of handcuffs from another of his pockets, he bound my hands in front of me. His hand paws were big enough to smother my face with just one of them. His fingers we're at least twice as thick as my dick. Though he was shorter than Vash, he still towered over me. He chuckled cruelly. "Time to get you to the milker."

Diesel leaned over me and grabbed the bottom of my thighs. I whimpered as he effortlessly pulled me off the cock with a satisfying *plop.* He put me on the ground and I felt my ass clench in pain. Ignoring my difficulty in walking, he pulled me along with the leash around my neck.

"My... my clothes..." I whimpered.

"Don't need em," Diesel said.

With my leash held firmly in his hand, we walked together through the bright halls. I could feel the loud, thumping music become quieter and quieter as we descended further into the labyrinth of white walls and tiled floors.

After walking for a while, with the music completely gone now, we came to a door which Diesel pushed open. Behind it, a staircase rose into darkness. I was rooted to the spot.

It made him yank my collar down so that my face was in front of his. He touched our noses together. "Get your ass up those stairs right fucking now or I will rape you so hard you won't walk for months."

I could only close my eyes and tremble, nodding frantically through streaming tears.

He pulled me up the stairs. Once we stepped onto the higher floor, I saw a hall dimly lit with small lights hanging from the ceiling. Doors lined each of the walls down the hall, but he pulled me past all of them, leading me towards the one at the end.

Diesel threw open the door. In the middle of the dark room, I saw what looked both like a table and a bed. It was made out of hard, black leather. Beyond that, there was a hulking silhouette, even taller than Vash.

"Got another for ya," Diesel said. "Vash thinks this one's pretty valuable. Wants you to milk 'em in time for tomorrow." The silhouette turned around.

Even in the dark, the polar bear's white fur and shining leather suit were visible. "Hmf, oh, look! A little boy toy bunny! Kid's cute. He a virgin?"

"Most definitely," Diesel said.

"No problem to get him ready for tomorrow then." The polar bear wiped his hands with a cloth. "Strap 'em down."

Diesel yanked on my collar again and dragged me to the table. At each end, there were two circular, leather restraints with buckles.

Diesel bent down to my ear. "Lay, faggot."

I trembled as I turned and sat on the table. I did as I was told, laying down flat with my hands drawn up to my chest.

Diesel wrapped the leash around my neck, pulling it taught. I gulped against the collar that was much tighter now. He tied the end of the leash off on one of the table legs before forcefully pulling my ankles further toward the end of the table where he fastened them into the restraints. He did the same with my hands, replacing the metal cuffs with leather.

When he was done, and I was fully strapped to the table, he dusted his hands off. "All yours, Doc," he said, flicking the end of my hard cock. He leaned down over me, pressing his nose to mine once again. "Now, be a good little bitch boy, and be sure to cum, lots, fag." He put his mouth to one of my ears. "Not that you'll have a choice."

Diesel turned and walked back out of the door. "Have fun!" he said, waving his hand idly.

"I will!" called the polar bear, hunched over another table which was too high for me to see onto. The door slammed shut. "Always do."

I heard him working at his station. On what, I couldn't tell.

"P-please, let me go, sir." I pleaded. Fresh tears fell down the dried path of old ones.

He didn't turn back.

I struggled against the restraints fruitlessly. The buckles were tight and wouldn't move. "Please!"

I heard the flick of a lighter. "Say, kid," the bear, 'Doc,' blew smoke out of his mouth. "Ever heard of milking?"

I shook my head.

He chuckled. "Well, I suppose I should give you the rundown,." Doc took another long drag on his cigar. "I mean, not that it matters. What's gonna happen to you is gonna happen no matter what now.

"See, there are these people. They are very, very rich and they care a lot for appearances. Don't actually have to be rich as long as you look it, y'know? Some of those scum are millions in debt yet still walk and talk like they've got everything in the world. But that's beside the point. Point is appearances matter to these rich folk. Status matters. Can't exactly talk for them myself, but, let's just say having lots of money isn't enough."

"Anyways," Doc continued, "to make a long story short, everyone wants a little play thing to drag around on a leash and collar. Milking is what happens when they get you to pop just for the hell of it. Because it makes them look good to show such deft control over their little pieces of property.They think it's cute to see ya moan and squirm, to make you beg to cum. Then, they force you have the best little orgasm of your life. You'll writhe and yell. Your knees will shake and your legs will give out. They think that's cute and sexy. And that kid..." Doc swiveled around on his chair. In a gloved hand, he held a bottle of lube. "...Is where you come in."

Doc rolled his chair over to my table. He pulled himself close where he was hovering over me. He took the bottle and put some lube on his hand where he rolled it around, spreading it on his gloved fingers. I trembled in my cuffs. "See, government's not exactly run for you and me. It's run for the same rich, crazy wack-jobs who make other people their property because they think that's hot."

He moved his hand slickened with cold lube to my ass where he rubbed my opening. I groaned and tried to pull away.

"So that's your life from now on kid. A nice role as one of these rich asshole's little slave." Doc plunged his finger inside me.

I couldn't even begin to temper the moan that ripped through my body. The dildo mounted on the pole had been blunt and irreverent in assaulting my ass. But Doc's fingers, while thick and certainly long, were deft.

With just two of his fingers, my hips bucked and precum poured out of my cock as Doc quickly massaged my walls with surgical precision. Leaning over me, he growled in my face over my uncontrollable moans and yells. "Unf. Oh, yeah, this is gonna go real, real quick like. Isn't it, bitch?" He chuckled. "Oh, yeah. Real quick and smooth..." He stroked my prostate slowly, teasingly, making me squirm harder against my restraints.

Resuming his steady rubbing and ample pressure, Doc taunted me more. "That's right, faggot. You'll finish the hardest you ever have just like the rest of 'em. I've milked dozens of little bitch boys like you. You're just another little load to add to my collection."

Even without being touched, my cock throbbed uncontrollably in the shadow of that massive, muscular man. Over and over and over again, he rubbed my most sensitive spot, pressing against it like a button. My legs shook. My muscles strained. But I was trapped. I was at his complete mercy.

And he was showing my ass none.

"Don't try and fight it neither." Doc put his mouth against my ear. "Or I'll edge you till you scream."

Lost in a haze of an aphrodisiac and the rawest, most severe, and invasive pleasure I had ever felt, I could tell I was slipping. My legs were numb through they bucked against the cuffs all the same. My vision was blurry and obscured by dots. All I could make sense of was Doc's fingers thrusting against my prostate and deep into my ass. Nothing else existed.

"Gettin' close..." My ear felt Doc's hot breath. "Now, be a good boy...

"...and..."

"...cum."

Pulling against the cuffs that held me to the table as hard as I could, I winced and screamed. Cum spewed out of my cock. The initial spurt shot up into my face and down my front. My entire body shook with pleasure.

"Oh, yeah. Good boy. That's a good boy. That's right. Cum all your little load," Doc growled and licked his lips.

My entire front from my belly down to my balls were soaked in cum. It was wet, wrong, and awful.

But my last thought as I slipped into unconsciousness: It was so damn good.

---

I opened my eyes. Though the air was warm, I couldn't see for the cloth over my eyes. Trying to stand up from my kneeling position, I found my hands were tied around my back and I was leashed tightly to a pole behind me. I tried to call out, but the gag in my mouth wouldn't allow it. In between my legs, I felt cold metal around my cock and balls. When I wiggled my body, trying to learn what it was, I felt the chastity cage bounce against my thighs.

Around me, I heard other muffled groans similar to my own. The air was thick with body heat. I moaned out again through the gag and heard others' muffled responses.

Concentrating on the noises above the groans, whimpers, and weeps around me, I heard the unmistakable rumble of a talkative crowd.

A door slammed open. The crowd's chatter was much louder now.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the start of a new life." It was Vash. "Today, you'll have the pleasure of being bid on by a number of people from all over the world! You'll all be very wanted I'm sure. I've never not had a piece of property like you guys not reach absolute buyout. Tamed sluts are very coveted now a days what with the increased demand for toys and... well... let's just say most owner's have a lot of fun with their slaves.

"You'll notice that the majority of the guys here are in chastity, save for those especially endowed.. In which case, you've been pumped full of aphrodisiacs to keep you nice and exposed for everyone to see. We did the same to the ladies because... well," Vash chuckled. "Just because we felt like it."

"Now, you all may be thinking 'Vash! I don't want this. Please I'll do anything if you let me go!'" Vash taunted us mockingly. "Well, sorry to say, little play things, but what's going to happen is going to happen. And there's no stopping it either. It's best for you to just accept what's going on now. No one is going to come help you. You've all been milked in front of a camera proving, in the eyes of the law, that you are suitable pets to be auctioned off to the highest bidding master. This auction is perfectly legal and, since you're all now property, you have no right to resist your purchasing and free use by your owners."

Vash chuckled again. Cruelly. "Well, not that any of you have any sort of rights from now on. So don't be upset. Besides, crying only attracts the meanest masters...

"So! Show starts in five. You'll be released one by one and taken to the stage for your auctioning. You'll show your front, a side profile, and then be turned around so the lovely people in the audience can see all of what you have to offer."

The door creaked.

"Oh!" Vash clapped his hands together. I flinched. "One last, thing. Even though none of you had any say in the matter, thanks for... volunteering in one way or another to be slaves for the rest of your lives...

"You guys never fail to make me a pretty penny." The door slammed shut.

Though I had no concept of time, the auction dragged on for what felt like hours. One by one, I heard a knife slice through rope or a shackle unbuckle and the room would get quieter. Eventually, the waiting became mind numbing. More than a couple times, I felt myself drift in and out of a light sleep. But then the door would open again. Maybe I would hear some sort of struggle. And someone else was gone.

Once again, I heard the door open, jolting me awake.

"Who?" I heard someone call in front of me. "The bunny?"

My heart skipped a bit. Goosebumps rose under my fur. I suddenly felt very cold.

"Alright." Heavy footsteps got louder before I felt a someone leaning over me.

"Well, look-y here..." It was Diesel. "Doc always comes through on the express orders." He chuckled deeply.

From his footsteps, I could tell Diesel was walking behind me. With a jangle of a well-filled key ring, my leash was detached from the post.

Holding my leash close to the collar, Diesel pulled me up and lead me out of the room. Remembering what he said last night, I didn't dare stop.

The crowd got louder and louder as I was lead to the stage. Eventually, the chatter completely filled my ears and Diesel had to bend down and talk in my ear. "Get ready, bunny boy. Time to get a new master." I felt the hold on my collar lighten. The leash had been removed. "Though I admit, being yours was fun... for a while."

"Sold to number 126! Congratulations on your purchase, Sir!" Vash was talking over a loudspeaker, no doubt doing the auctioneering himself.

"Luckily for you..." Diesel put two fingers under my collar. He yanked me closer to him. "...Your new master will be forever."

I whimpered against my gag.

"The next man available, well, isn't exactly a man by most standards just yet!"

Hearing Vash muse so happily over selling another person chilled my veins.

"He's a bunny!"

My heart dropped.

"And only 18-years-old at that! This fresh catch was caught just last night on our most successful bitch prison in the city. Unfortunately for him, wanting to get off on a public use dildo means he will now rely entirely on one of you lucky folks in the audience to cum for the rest of his life."

Collective laughter sounded from the audience.

"Due to his age, unique markings, and wonderful coat, who we like to call the 'slutty bunny,'" another round of laughter from the audience, "will only be available for a much higher rate than our usual products. If you turn to page 22 in your handouts, you'll find a brief biography as well as some pictures we have of the slutty bunny both in and out of our custody. Take a few moments to do that now."

The sound of pages turning and paper folding could be heard as the audience resumed their rumbling.

I felt another pair of fingers wrap under my collar.

Diesel let go of my collar. "So long, bunny boy." I heard him walk back towards the room. "See ya never."

Vash's hot breath blew into my face. "Alright, look nice and cute for the audience, kid. This shouldn't take too long for you."

I was dragged towards the stage. A velvet curtain brushed against my bare thigh. The audience was deafening now.

"Without further ado," Vash spoke into his microphone, dragging me along with his free hand. "Let's welcome the slutty bunny!"

Vash pulled me on the stage. Bright lights shined against my blindfold and their heat shown down on my body, bare for all to see save for a chastity cage, a blindfold, and a tie holding my hands behind my back.

A wall of sound made of cheers and claps hit me. Vash pulled me further to the center of the stage. I heard wolf whistles and jeers to the effect of "why don't you come home with me, cutie!"

Vash removed his hand from under my collar. I was rooted to the spot, trembling and sweating as I felt hundreds, if not thousands of eyes on me.

"For those of you in the back, "Scout" here has a lovely, chocolate coat with an enticing butterscotch color covering his pudgy belly!" Vash rubbed my stomach in circles before patting it. "Between his thighs, on his groin, and you'll later see his ass, he's got a beautiful span of cream. These colors make for a sweet and tasty combination for sure! Don't you wanna come have a little sample yourself?"

Vash rubbed down the inside of my thigh slowly and gradually, until he fondled my balls, showing them and my locked-up cock to his patrons. "Now, as you can see, we've locked his little clit away for your convenience. But don't, worry; you're not missing anything! His cock stands flaccid at just above a half-inch and, erect, he comes to an unremarkable three and a half inches." I cowered and tried unsuccessfully to tuck my cock between my thighs when I heard more laughter from the audience. "But, of course, that's not what you'd be purchasing him for."

The crowd talked a while more before Vash decided to continue. He gripped my shoulder hard. "Turning him around, you can see how uniform and soft his coat is all over. No secret this bunny was out looking for a mate before we found 'em. You can certainly see that, with how well kept his next asset is..."

Where I had felt the stage lights and the gazes of what must've been hundreds burning into me before on my front, I now felt them on my back.

Especially on my bare ass.

"...he most definitely was considering another man to keep him comfy."

I heard gasp and "aww"'s behind me.

"Look at this!" Vash said like a child excitedly showing their parents a toy or candy in a supermarket. "Look at this speckled --" he spanked me hard, "-- butt!" And again. I moaned through my gag. The cheers and wolf whistles were louder than ever.

"I mean," Vash continued. "have you ever seen something so cute, so enticing, so ruinable, so fuckable in your entire life?!"

Vash kept me turned around as the audience looked at my ass. Bright lights flashed on the curtain in front of me as camera shutters went off behind me. Vash turned me around to face the audience again.

"Now, it's time to start the bidding!" A few in the audience whooped and hollered. "I'm happy to announce that, while the bidding will only start at an above average 200,000, the absolute buyout for this bunny is our highest this month at 2,000,000!

"So, let's start the bidding! The minimum raise will be 25,000. Do I have a starting bid of 200,000?"

"Here."

So many different voices bid on me. Masculine, feminine, and everything in between raised the bid higher and higher. Sometimes there was a pause as others dared each other to stake more money.

"250,000."

"350."

"400!"

Vash couldn't even get to the second count before the bid was raised again and again.

"500,000."

"600,000."

The gaps in between bids was getting longer.

"750,000"

"1,000,000!"

Vash cut off the next bidder. "Woah! Hold your horses. You guys know the drill. Since we've reached the million mark, we're gonna do a feel test. Those still in the bidding will be able to have a little... meet and greet..." He chuckled."...with our slutty bunny here! We ask that you form an orderly line so that everyone still willing to bet will have a chance to get a feel for him."

Vash gripped my arm. Leaning down to whisper to me, he said "c'mon, kid. Let's go down and meet your suitors, shall we? You're doing great so far... Diesel! Keys!"

As Vash led me down the front stairs of the stage, he took the same jangling key ring I had heard unlock me before. We stopped at the bottom of the stairs. I felt his hands around my cock cage which he unlocked with the key ring before he stroked my dick idly. I moaned.

The aphrodisiac still had a ways to go before it completely wore off.

"Alright. Everyone will have 30 seconds to touch 'em up. Have fun and wait your turn!"

One by one, the bidders came and felt me, stroking my fur, petting my head, massaging my dick, groping and fingering my ass, cupping my balls in their hands and rubbing them, kissing me hard around my gag, whispering in my ear as they told me I was cute and sexy, as well as how they wanted to have me on their trip home. All the while, I could only manage to moan through my gag as the haze of the aphrodisiac still hung over me. Pre dripped from my cock which some of the men, women, and others mixed with their own pre, lube, or spit to finger my ass. Some put their fingers in my mouth, opening it wide and feeling around in it as they must've imagined how it might feel to have their members in it.

But, most of all ,the thing that made me blush the most was the constant groping and stroking of my ears. Most everyone who came forward commented on how soft and velvety they were. When I blushed my hardest as they did, some spanked me, embarrassing me further and drawing more precum out of my cock.

One of Vash's patrons was particularly hands-y. He pet my head and rubbed my belly. He groped my balls and jacked me off. Finally he squeezed my ass and held me to him as he kissed me hard. Vash let him go beyond his time limit but not by much before he had him pulled off me to keep the line moving.

When it was finally over, I had been edged and teased to the knife's edge of orgasm. Combined with the aphrodisiac, my heart pounded as I was panicking, desperate for release, My life depended on it.

"Please.." I tried to say as Vash dragged me back up the stairs. It just came out as another moan.

"Let's resume the bidding at 1,000,00 then. Previous bid was held by Miss Cuvier. Minimum bid is now 50,000. Now, do I have 1,050,000?"

"1,100,000."

"1,150,000"

"One and a quarter."

"1,500,000!"

The room was suddenly quite save for hushed whispers.

"Very good!" said Vash. "Do I have higher? 1,600,000, perhaps? 1,550,000? Once?"

No one spoke.

"Twice?"

"1,800,000!" Some in the audience gasped while others clapped. Several gave a few dejected "Congratulations.'."

"A hefty bid for the bunny boy! But can it be topped...? Once?"

No one responded.

"Twice..."

I could only hear my heart pounding in my ears.

"Last chance!"

All day, I had heard the audience. I hadn't seen anything beyond the light that penetrated my blindfold, yet I thought I understood them. It was loud and full of people who enjoyed the finer things in life.

Like purchasing other people.

But now, they stood quiet.

"Buyout!"

"Sold to the male grizzly in the back by absolute buyout!"

The room filled with polite applause. Once again, I heard congratulations being exchanged both to Vash and...

My new owner.

The next few minutes were an indecipherable blur of being whisked off the stage and led to another, more private room. I could barely perceive anything beyond the aphrodisiac that still clouded my mind. I heard the many congratulations being given to me as if I were underwater. I didn't even feel the many hands that touched and stroked me as I was pulled off the stage and through the crowd. I head a door creak open in front of me as Vash began the next auction over the loudspeaker.

This room was much more quiet. It was insulated from the chatter and bidding of the crowd.

"Stay here," someone told me.

I was left in the middle of the cold room, bare save for my blindfold, my collar, the rope bounding my hands behind me, and the ball gag in my mouth.

I had nothing to judge the passing of the time. There was only the darkness of the blindfold and the room's graveyard-like silence. The minutes I waited felt like hours.

Finally I heard the same door I had been lead through open. Footsteps, heavy but at a steady pace, knocked against the wood floor. They slowed down and stopped behind me.

A heavy paw caressed my ass and rubbed up my back. Another paw wrapped around me and rubbed my chest and belly. They pulled me close to a warm, large presence behind me. My back was against their chest.

The other hand that had groped my ass wrapped around me. I felt a single, thick fingertip drag up against the underside of my cock from my base to my head making me leak and inhale through my teeth.

The hands massaged my body all over. Whoever was doing this to me turned me around in their arms as their huge, hot hands explored my body. Just one of those hands was enough to completely cover and grope the entirety of one of my ass cheeks. I moaned and whined as they pet and caressed me. They would massage my shoulders, rub my belly, pet my hair, fondle my balls, stroke my cock, rub around in my mouth, grope my ass, finger my hole, and, most of all, pet my ears.

I gasped as one of the thick paws rubbed the ends of my right ear, turning over my silver piercings.

I heard a deep chuckle.

"Mmm... are these... sensitive?"

I couldn't deny the precum dribbling down my cock.

"They are..." He leaned into me, lifting up the ear and whispering into the opening on my head. "Aren't they, my pet?"

One of the paws unlatched the ball gag.

"I wanna hear your sweet little moans as I..." Hot breath kissed the ends of both my ears. He used them to pull me in between his legs. "...Suckle them."

For the first time in hours, a moan openly ripped through my chest and out of my mouth. I panted and whimpered as my owner took both ends of my ears completely into his mouth. He sucked them. Licked them. Gently nibbled on them. All the while, precum poured out of my cock and puddled onto the floor. I couldn't temper any of my noises he forced out of me.

When he was done soaking my ears in his warm drool that dripped onto my shoulders, I was a panting, trembling mess. Still caught between his legs, he cupped my face in his hands.

"Scout, hmm? I like that name." He idly stroked my cheek with his thumb. "Maybe later on, I'll give you a proper pet name. Would you like that?"

Despite everything, I was awash with lust. I couldn't take waiting any longer for release. I needed to cum. And to cum, I needed to obey.

I nodded my head.

"Good girl," my owner said. "Of course, my name isn't important. From now on, you'll call me Master. Is that clear, pet?"

I couldn't resist him.

"Yes, Sir."