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-I'm here master, I'm sorry I'm late

-I have lots to tell you

-I even have a gift you might like

-Please forgive me for being late

Master Newport

-I'm listening

Connor hadn't expected such a swift response, in fact, he wasn't sure if he would get one, but his master was in the chat; that was enough to make Connor smile.

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-I hope you know you're terrible

Master Newport

-Oh?

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-I'm not stupid sir, having me sit in the van and listen to the rain

-That was cruel

Master Newport

-You've told me before you like listening to the rain, and I hope that by having you sit still and think about your failures would serve as fair punishment.

The coy bastard was dancing around the point, he was either being humble about creating such a perfect plan, or Master Newport didn't realize that his punishment had caused Connor to thoroughly soak his padding, and that didn't seem possible.

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-Don't lie to me sir

-I know you planned on making me wet myself and walk through the mall in a soiled pullup

Master Newport

-Do you have the facts to back up that acquisition

Connor flinched at the stiff bitterness that seemed to come through the text message, and caught his breath, he was on thin ice as is; he shouldn't be pissing off his master. Even though there was no doubt in Connor's mind that his master was smiling behind the screen, probably laughing at Connor's struggling attempts to exert a power that he had given up since the beginning.

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-No Sir, Sorry Sir

Master Newport

-That's what I thought little kit

-but you know the rules

-If I don't have pictures, it didn't happen

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-Yes Sir

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-Thankfully it's not too bad, it's still damp, but I'm sure Mincridarins can still sniff out my accident

Master Newport

-You're not wrong, I can smell your mess from the bench.

Connor froze after reading the message, he wasn't even sure if it was even real, was his master really throwing out a hint or teasing him? But the chance it was a real message, made Connor's heart throb in the throat, struggling to breathe, Connor turned around and looked at the bench behind him.

Sitting on the concrete bench, was a woodland brown rabbit, with a milk chocolate chest and muzzle; sage green eyes pulled Connor closer, as black slacks covered legs were wrapped over one the other. Leaning back on the bench to watch the dazed human step forward, the rabbit crossed his collared white tunic sleeves over one another, he smiled. The pleasant smirk and chuckle were directed down to Connor's groin as the Rabbit could clearly see the dark wet patches drying up between Connor's thighs.

Connor wanted to cover himself in front of his master, struggling to do so, as his master silently told him otherwise with his emerald eyes. Connor's hands retreated to his sides, breathlessly standing in front of his master, keeping a distance between them, so Connor wasn't dominating the small male with his body. Master Newport was as tall as Connor's hip, his ears, the tall brown towers came up to Connors upper chest. The ears flicked towards Connor as he spoke.

“Master Newport?" Connor asked with bated breath, hoping he wasn't being toyed with, like some cruel joke.

“And you must be Connor," Master Newport greeted as he dusted the rough black leather vest covering his chest, causing the set of chains on his left shoulder, the bronze, silver, and gold chain, to sway and sing with sporadic brass bells ringing out their movements.

Connor collapsed, his body couldn't handle the warring tension caused by his excitement, and the sudden collapse of all of his anxiety and stress as he finally got to meet his master; the being of his dreams. No more games, no more screens, and no more chat rooms, they were finally together at last.

Even from the floor, Connor enjoyed the view of his master, how his small form bent down and held his face; his hands were so little and soft, but the worn pads on his fingers and palm were rough and course, a perfect mix of pain and pleasure. “Connor, you're bleeding." Master Newport fretted as he exposed a small puddle of blood in his palm. That would explain why Connor felt so lightheaded all of a sudden. “I need a healer!"

“Move aside," a voice ordered, and Connor looked up at a monkey, the first time Connor had seen a Mincridarn Monkey. The primate held Connor's head with sizeable rough leather palms. The haze faded from Connor's mind, and the world seemed to click back into place as everything made sense, from the musty hallways, the cold floor, and the wet feeling that matted his hair.

Connor sat up with the monkey's aid. “How are you feeling?"

“Much better sir, thank you for the help." Connor chuckled, “I must look like an idiot."

The monkey shook his head and leaned on his knee, he wasn't wearing much more than cargo shorts and purple and lavender streaked crop top. “You're fine, but I would recommend not moving to fast. I healed your head, but you are going to need plenty of rest and food; our healing magic works by accelerating your body's natural regeneration, so you're going to have a deficit of nutrients. You should get a swamp swirl, it's full of nutrients that your body needs right now."

“Are you training to be a doctor?" Connor asked, somewhat marveling at the level of knowledge the Mincridarn was displaying, as most Mincridarins weren't so scientifically minded.

“I attend classes, but it's expensive, so I take them when I can afford them." The Monkey answered with a smile as he helped Connor to the bench. Master Newport seeming to have disappeared. “But what's your name, human?"

“Connor, and you?"

“Lilan, and does you're head feel fuzzy, see any spots?" Lilan questioned as he pulled Connor's face towards him to examine his pupils, creating a small gray light at his fingertips and swiping it away from either eye. “Well, your pupils are dilating, and it looks like everything is fine, but I recommend still seeing a doctor. I know the academy has a hospital that takes in visitors as long as you're willing to be seen by a student." But then he leaned in closer and whispered, “Did you soil yourself; before or after the fall?" Glancing at the dark spots between Connor's legs.

Connor covered himself as he answered, “Before," he responded just quietly enough for them both to hear, because he didn't want to draw attention to the conversation, or the idea that he was wearing diapers and pullups for fun.

“Do you suffer from incontinence?" Lilan probed as he leaned in and sniffed Connor's chest, “because I can smell talcum powder, and your pants are distended, which probably means you're wearing a diaper."

Connor's cheeks burned at Lilan's analytical ability, as the monkey raised his bloody hand, “I could try and heal it for you, as long as it's not caused by cancer or your psychology, it shouldn't be the hardest thing in the world."

“I'm fine… it's just an accident." Connor turned down much to Lilan's confusion, as he lowered his hand, “Are you incontinent in some form?"

“No…" Connor answered painfully, and that didn't seem to clarify anything for Lilan, who just tried to make sense of the situation.

“You're training to be a doctor? Can you promise to keep a secret?" Connor asked, and Lilan nodded.

“As long as it doesn't involve harming yourself or another person."

“I'm wearing a diaper because I like to wear them; ok?... I use them too." Connor admitted, and Lilan seemed at a loss for words but nodded regardless. “I don't quite understand why you would do that, but if you're doing it on purpose, I guess it's nothing to worry about."

“I know it's weird, but thank you for understanding."

“It's not a problem Connor, I promise to keep this matter between us." Lilan finished as Master Newport came back into view holding a small green cup, filled with a leafy green swirled smoothie. “Drink this." He ordered, pushing the cup into Connor's hands.

“Yes sir," Connor chimed, watching the primate raise a brow, whispering a question down too Master Newport.

“Isn't it illegal to own a slave in America?"

“He's not a slave, he's just a strange human who likes being dominated. I'm not doing anything he doesn't want to do." Master Newport answered simply as Lilian looked at Connor for an explanation.

“Is that true, Connor?"

“Yeah, I know its weird, but what you Mincridarins might find abusive or torturous, actually excites some of us humans. I don't want to be a slave, but I do like to be dominated and directed." Connor answered, but Lilian pointed to Master Newport.

“Connor, he's a Master of Chains, he trains slaves for a living… Each one of those chain links on his shoulder represents a slave; he has bought, traded, and or accepted from the Tribunal, personally trained and resold or traded. So are you sure, that's what you want?" Lilian explained, and the reality of the predicament sat in Connor's chest, a soft alarming ringing in his head before he looked down at his silent master. His sage green eyes waiting for Connor's response.

Shaking the explanation from his mind, Connor did his best to assure Lilan that everything was fine. “Master Newport maybe a Master of Chains, but I've never had to doubt him before. He's been fair to me and never made me do anything I didn't want to do. Yes, he will train me in somethings but only in things I want." Master Newport smiled and pet Connor's knee, it was enough to put Connor at ease.

“That just sounds like you were refining a slave contract. No Master of Chains is allowed to go beyond the agreed means of training; it's punishable with fines and or servitude." Lilian pressed, and Master Newport spoke up before Connor.

“Connor is my mate, first and foremost, not my slave, I would never abuse him." Master Newport answered, the declaration silenced Lilan, as he looked between Connor and the small Master, “You two are mates, and you would abuse him?"

“Every relationship has a weaker half, doesn't it? Connor is mine, he just seems to enjoy his weakness." Master Newport explained as he felt Connor's hand wrap around his own, he didn't pull away; in fact, Master Newport held on to Connor's hand in return.

“Is this something akin to battle mounting?" Lilan asked, scratching his puzzled brow as he looked at Master Newport for answers.

“Battle Mounting?" Connor asked before taking the first sip of his smoothie, the bitter taste of kale and sharp, tangy ginger making him cringe.

“It's when two Mincridarins fight for dominance, the loser gets penetrated." Master Newport answered swiftly, “Sounds fun," Connor admitted catching a sly smile from the rabbit who lifted his chin with pride in his eyes, “It is." Master Newport turned his gaze back on Lilan, “In a manner of speaking, but its more of a more permanent submission, and he didn't put up a fight."

“What a strange dynamic, but you should define your relationship in front of the Tribunal, so you're not called out for breaking the rules." Lilan advised, and Master Newport nodded, “You are not wrong, and it's better to ask permission than forgiveness."

Connor groaned, “Does that mean we're going to get a chance to do anything this weekend?"

Master Newport pulled Connor closer and kissed his lips, “I wouldn't take the chance to put your life in danger; your head suffered a heavy blow. I just want you to recover."

“Can I still stay at your house then? I told my parents I was going to a sleepover?" Connor asked as his Master retreated from the kiss that nearly stopped Connor's heart; his master just kissed him… His lips were so sweet and thin, and his nose was so cold against Connor's upper lip. But as much as the cold sensation tickled his nose with a spreading warmth that filled his cheeks, Connor didn't rub at it, he wanted to remember his first kiss. Connor wasn't a one for love stories, but he had hoped the first kiss would be something exciting and climactic, not a stolen validation to prove to Lilan that his master was telling the truth and meant every word.

“Connor, you need to tell them."

“I can't… Now that I know you're a Mincridarn. They'd never understand; they blame your people for the Soul Bursts, and all the demon attacks. I know it's not your fault, but I can't, not anymore." Connor refused before Master Newport took Connor's jaw into his hands. “I don't approve of lying, but as long as it keeps you safe, I'll allow it."

“We'll come up with something reasonable once we get back home. We can't play, but at least you can get used to your new home." Master Newport finished before licking the bloodstain off Connor's cheek, having forgotten his fur was still wet. Connor shivered, his cage straining to hold back the raging erection his master was summoning with his subtle touch and tender tongue. The bastard smiled; he knew Connor was still caged, what a damn tease.

“Well, I'm going to go and finish my Sundae before it melts," Lilan noted, avoiding the blood puddle on the concrete floor of the mall.

“Thanks again for all the help," Connor called out as Master Newport directed him with a nod, a command to follow as Lilan waved goodbye from the front doors.

“Connor, we're going to go home now, so finish your smoothie before we leave." Master Newport declared, keeping his posture rigid as he led the way through the crowds, hands tucked behind his back, walking at a quiet and simple pace to give Connor a chance to finish his drink as ordered.

When they stepped outside, Master Newport waved his hand and threw out a gale of wind that created a transparent dome around them, to keep the drenching storm at bay. When they came to the Van, Master Newport was hesitant to enter, he didn't want Connor to drive, especially after surviving his concussion, but he was too small to drive effectively; plus, he didn't have a license. So instead, Connor lifted his Master into the front aisle seats since he was to short to sit up front and buckled him in.

“I could have done that myself Connor," Master Newport protested as he looked up at the human, who stood out in the storm with an umbrella over his head since the barrier was dropped.

“Sorry sir, it just kind of happened, but I'll have to get you a car seat so you actually fit into the seats," Connor noted, somewhat enjoying how much control he had over his small master; Master Newport had to have weighed at least forty-fifty pounds.

“I can brush off a high caliber rounds, a car crash is nothing."

“Master, the point is that it puts me at ease to know your safe, even when I'm driving." Connor pressed, and Master Newport relented, crossing his arms in reclusive acceptance.

“I'll, put in an order for one then, but the moment you start treating me like a child. I will ruin you." Master Newport breathed, before snapping out his warning with a stiff finger pointing at Connor's chest.

“I understand sir, I promise to try and regulate myself then." Connor agreed as he pulled against the handle to slide the door closed, the door whirring as the electronic motors closed it automatically. Connor stayed as a wall to keep his master dry, before coming around and closing the umbrella. Stepping into the driver's seat with a quick slam. Connor wiped off the drenching rain that had already started to soak into his slacks, and started the van with a quick glance back to his master who watched the rain; why did he have to be so damn adorable?

“You're going to have to tell me where to go, sir," Connor called out as he pulled towards the exit of the Colosseum, already turning on his blinker to turn right because of the dividing wall between the lanes. “The gate code is eight-nine-six-three, take a left, follow the road down to the end. My home sits on the corner. It's the tan one with brown accents." Master Newport called out from the back, as Connor nodded, taking the right turn to drive through the roundabout, and loop back towards Sanctuary hills. Hearing the rip of his backpack's zipper, Connor glanced back at Master Newport, and watched him dig through his black bag.

“The pullups are in the side pouch, I brought everything just like you asked," Connor explained as he switched lanes in the loop to avoid the leaving traffic.

“And more then necessary, I told you to bring the pullups; you don't need all of this excess. I will provide the rest; you are my servant; it's my duty to provide for your needs." Master Newport scolded as he zipped up the bag.

“Not this weekend, remember?" Connor corrected, and Master Newport didn't debate the logic; he just changed the dynamic.

“You are my guest, and as the head of the house, it's my duty to provide you with the necessities."

“Thank you sir, but if we can't have fun, then let's just keep our relationship friendly, free speaking, and open." Connor proposed, and Master Newport exhaled, as he rubbed his brow.

“Of course, but Connor, I hope you understand that if we are going to be mates and have this master/slave relationship, you will be required to come up and stand before a Tribunal to declare that this is what you want. And that you're not being abused without consent."

“I… I figured, nothing is just that simple." Connor breathed as he took a right turn to head towards Sanctuary Hills.

As strange as it was, Connor did love his master, so if they needed to go to court to fix everything, so be it; he would do almost anything to be with his master. They talked for two months practically non-stop, and even though Connor knew very little about Master Newport, he knew enough to feel safe and trust him. Lust and sex might have brought them together, but Connor hated the idea of being apart from him.

“Master Newport… I love you," Connor called out, wondering if his Master felt the same way.

“And may you be my heaven in eternity." Master returned after a moment of silence, his words were soft, and though strange, it was enough for Connor to know his master felt the same way. However, Connor also noticed Master Newport seemed almost sad to say them; rubbing his left wrist as he spoke.

“Are you ok sir?" Connor asked as he turned up towards the front gate.

“When we get home, I need to talk to you." Master Newport only answered, Connor wasn't scared about the relationship ending, but he was worried about his master, he looked as if content with bleeding from an open wound.

“Yes sir," Connor answered as he unbuckled himself to type in the gate code, before rushing the window back up and wiping off the cold rain from his face. The gray magical gate fading into the ground. Connor drove through and took a left, watching the Mincridarins around him carefully because none of them seemed to care about the drenching storm, in fact they seemed to enjoy it. They were training outside, jogging, sparring in the front yard throwing mud and sod everywhere, while cubs tossed spears across the street at a makeshift target made of three-inch steel. A parent was watching them closely and even teaching the small pack of cubs. Pointing out flaws in stance and throwing technique, constantly gesturing to the target across the road that was littered with metal javelins, each one seeming to have sunk in at varying depths.

Connor stopped the van just as a javelin was thrown across the road. The teacher showing what a perfect throw looked like because the Javelin didn't just hit the target and stop, it screamed through and slammed into the concrete behind it and served as a new leg for the metal plate. The Teacher, a rhino waved Connor through before resuming the lesson.

The difference in mortal strength between Humans and Mincridarins was drastic, and the fact that “they" were scared of shit on their world, put things into perspective; it was humbling in a way. Because Connor didn't know how good he had it until he realized he didn't have to fight to survive every single day of his life.

Pulling up in front of Master Newport's garage, Connor parked the van and looked back at his master, who was already unbuckling himself from the seat, before stepping into the harsh weather with Connor's backpack in hand. Connor closed the door for him with a tap of a button and followed the rabbit's fluffed tail up to the covered front porch.

The dark wood door was already unlocked; Mincridarins seemed to have a southern kind of sense of community, trusting their neighbors enough to not invade their personal space and or steal.

Master Newport nodded silently for Connor to follow him into the dark foyer, and into a recessed mudroom. Mimicking his Master, Connor removed his shoes after closing the door, and set them aside on a sloped shelf, before hanging up his umbrella on a coat rack. “Remove your pants, they're a mess." Master Newport ordered as he removed his own and folded them up over his arm, exposing a tight brown butt, covered only by a lime green fundoshi.

“Sir, you look amazing in that," Connor complimented as Master Newport came up and swiftly tugged Connor's pants down to his ankles. “And you look like a cub wearing that…diaper?" Master Newport teased, before pulling back and crossing his arms, “When did you change into a diaper?"

“Long story short sir, a mother found me and changed me… You can talk to her yourself, she wants you to call her, and tell her “Connor says hi," she'll know who I am." Connor answered as he reached into his pocket and pulled out Dagia's business card and handed it over to his master.

“Dagia Volvin, a brood mother? Hmm." Master Newport accepted falling into deep thought for a moment, before looking back at Connor, “Give me your pants, I'll go wash them; go relax in the living room."

“Yes sir," Connor agreed as he watched Master Newport wave his hand to the air throwing out gusts of wind that spread out through the halls and turned on the lights with sequential clicks. Exposing a rustic wood style décor, dark wood floors, quilted rugs and blankets with warped wood furniture fluffed with wool pillows. But then, of course, there were some Mincridarn themes hanging on the walls.

Stepping into the vaulted great room, after handing over his pants, Connor looked up at the walls of trophies hanging on polished wooden plaques. Broken blades, dented armor, even the odd shattered antler, and cracked horn. The only modern amenity in the great room was a flat-screen TV hanging over the quarter cut log mantle, which was decorated with the smallest of trophies. Small jars of broken teeth, Arrowheads, and a small spire of broken metal cuffs and ripped leather collars.

However, the most striking object on the Mantle didn't seem like a trophy, but a memorial. Wrapped around a thick barkless branch was a gold armband etched with designs of grasslands and mountains; it was cleanly designed, polished to a shine, and the only thing on the mantle that didn't have a thin layer of dust on it.

“Please don't touch that." Master Newport called out from the kitchen tucked behind the bar tall counter and half wall, he must have been on a bench because Connor could see his head over the cabinets. He seemed distinctly wounded and looked down at the teapot in his hand, before filling it in the sink.

“I wasn't going to sir," Connor answered as he came to the kitchen and sat down on the barstool, made of thick branches, and a whicker wrapped seat that crinkled and cracked as Connor's puffed butt settled on the rough wood wrap. “But what is it?"

Master Newport breathed sharply as he capped the pot, “it's a joining band, it belonged to my last mate… I failed to protect her; our village was attacked, and she died protecting me." His words were dead and cold, and Newport seemed to lose all his energy as he just set his hands on the pot's silver handle. “I know I'm pathetic, I should have been the one who died."

“I wasn't thinking that, so don't put words in my mouth sir." Connor snapped back, causing Master Newport to glance up at the human with tears forming in his eyes. He didn't clean them up; they were already collecting in his dry fur as he turned away and used his magic to pull a bench beside the stove on the opposite wall. “As her mate, I should have died by her side, I should have died trying to protect her. But I was knocked unconscious."

“Then there is nothing you could have done," Connor corrected, watching his master's ears flatten to the back of his head, “But sir, why are you telling me this?" Connor asked as this was the first time Master Newport had ever been open about anything, so why start with his previous lover?

“Connor, I love you too; I love talking to you. Your playful disobedience is amusing. But do you really want a weak runt like me as your mate? A failure who couldn't protect his mate?" Master Newport clarified, and at that point, Connor got up from the stool, and came up and wrapped his arms around the small rabbit.

“IF you were the strongest person in the world, and only the strongest, I don't think I could ever love you. I love you, not your strength." Connor answered, and Master Newport pulled Connor closer and hid his muzzle between Connor's arms. His breath was shaking, his hands were tense and stiff, and he moved as if he wanted to stay close but instinctually wanted to break free.

“I've never understood why you humans seem so attracted by personality and not strength. Don't you want a mate that can provide and give you shelter, protect you?" Master Newport questioned with heavy quaking breaths, seeming to retain his pain, to hide it from Connor.

“Is this what you wanted to talk to me about in the van? Did you think I would abandon you because you couldn't protect your mate?" Connor asked, feeling Master Newport's shaking hands pull him closer so he could hide his face in Connor's forearm. “Strength and magical ability mean nothing if you hate living with the person. To me master, they are only bonuses, and I'm thankful to whatever magical deity led you to me."

“The gods of Creation are very kind to give me such a beautiful mate after I failed to protect my last." Master Newport seemed to agree, as he reached up and tugged on Connor's shirt to pull the human down and into a kiss, “Thank you for accepting me." Master Newport whispered, tears rolling down his cheeks. “I promise to protect you and keep you safe."

“And I'll promise to satisfy you in any way I can," Connor answered, feeling the unnerved rabbit settle down, was he really that scared of admitting his weakness?

“I can accept that Connor, but go lay down, I'll make some tea and bring out some snacks." Master Newport wearily commanded, struggling to push Connor away, not because the human was stronger than him; which Connor wasn't, but because he wanted the comfort more.

“Yes sir," Connor answered as he leaned down and kissed his master's cheek, the small male seeming to regain his dominate nature, as he raised his cheek with a sly sad smile. “Did I give you permission?" Master Newport softly reprimanded, as Connor came back for another kiss just because of the comment, “Doesn't seem like you mind?"

“You are a very disobedient kit, stealing kisses; you are lucky we need to be careful, or I would have to take my revenge." Master Newport warned with a soft push, to send Connor on his way with a proper though small amount of force, before turning on the stove, fetching a tin of cookies from a pantry and small plates from a cabinet.

Lazily hopping up onto the couch beside Connor he popped the tin to expose what seemed like gourmet, homemade cookies, “They are a little burnt. I've been trying to figure out how the oven works."

“You can cook sir?" Connor asked as he took a bite of the frosted tip of a sugar cookie.

“As a Master of Chains, it's my duty to prepare slaves for whatever field and task they are needed for: cooking, scribing, cleaning, sewing, gardening even defense training. So if I do not know how to perform the task myself, how am I to train a slave effectively?" Master Newport explained, cringing in protest at the taste of his own cookie, “Too sweet, and the almonds taste burnt," he seemed to note before throwing out the refuse onto the plate in his lap. “Human recipes are too sweet; it's disgusting."

“I would have to agree, my mom, she made a stew that asked for a quarter cup of sugar. I don't know who thought that it was a good idea to making roast beef that sweet, but I couldn't even finish the damn serving." Connor admitted as he took another. “But these cookies are really dry, you really should have something to drink with them.'

“That is what the tea is for, but I know you haven't eaten much beyond that smoothie. So I thought you'd enjoy these." Master Newport explained before setting the tin on the table.

“So, I'm curious, you're a Master of Chains, that's what Lilan called you; but what does that really mean? I know you train slaves, that's redundant, but you Mincridarins seem to use Master for everything, Master of Chains, Master of Magic, Master of the Guard…" Connor asked listing titles he had heard online, and Master Newport sat his plate on the table, while Connor made sure to eat over his own.

“A Master of Chains is a title given by the king of your country that certifies that the slaves you train are worthy of being sold to nobles. These gold links I wear, represent slaves that I have trained and sold with strict royal standards." Master Newport pointed out, causing the soft bells to chime on his left shoulder.

“And what do the bells represent?"

“Slaves that have died during their service, some from abuse, other's from combat and one from old age. I wear the bells to remember them and honor them." Master Newport answered as he dropped the chains.

“Why do Mincridarins use slaves? What's the point? Why not just put the criminals in prison?" Connor questioned as he picked up another cookie.

“We normally don't live beyond the age of thirty, most of my kind are normally slain before then, it's why our elders are so young to human standards. Old to us is merely thirty, forty years old. We know that life is short, so every person matters, and we can't just separate criminals from society because they did wrong. So we use them; if they want to break the law, they can spend their life upholding it or working for it. We have Slaves used as workers, and assistants, so people who are needed and important such as guards, nobles, and merchants, have the time to do the work that matters." Master Newport explained as he leaned back on the couch, watching Connor quietly nibble on the cookie in hand, before looking at the trophy wall.

“Ever since I came to earth, I've been disgusted with your human history of slavery, abuse, neglect, and torture; Slaves are still people, we understand that and protect their lives with rules and laws. We use slavery as a punishment and a form of redemption; being a slave is hard and torturous at times, but if you expose yourself to more and more abuse, then the faster your punishment ends. Labor workers, bodyguards, and sexual servants have some of the shortest work contracts, while assistants have longer contracts."

“Did you specialize in any kind of slave training?" Connor asked, and Master Newport shook his head. “No, I trained Slaves for every field, because there is a market to the practice, workers sell quickly and are easy to train, and there is always a demand for them. While assistants can be sold for large sums but take much longer to train, and bodyguards are a gamble unless you had a contract already established with a client."

“How many slaves have you trained and sold?"

“I have trained and sold seventy-eight slaves, it was my job, and it's not for everyone. Because you have to commonly shatter a being's spirit to train them effectively. There have been days where I would have rather died then watched someone's spirit shatter… Being a slave master kills you in more ways than one. It's why I was willing to leave the practice and move to America. I wanted to help with the reconstruction of Las Vegas. I wanted to build something up, not tear someone down." Master Newport explained, but Connor looked at the rabbit somewhat puzzled.

“It doesn't really seem like you left it though; you still like being called a Master after all," Connor noted, and Master Newport rubbed his neck.

“I must admit that I enjoyed the act of dominating beings larger than myself. When I could get a slave under me, lock them down, and watch them struggle to break free. Watch the rage burn in their eyes as I punished them; it always turned me on. But after some slaves broke free and returned the favor, I learned that I liked dominating larger beings, but not if my life is on the line. It is why I enjoy our relationship, I can control you, I can dominate you, but you enjoy it. You struggle but only as a means to tease and play." Master Newport explained as he crawled towards Connor, and with his Mincridarn strength, pushed Connor against the couch, and held him down. His sly cold smile leaning in close to Connor's ear, but never any further, he just wanted to tease Connor with his breath.

The sudden, pleasant shift left Connor flustered, but he looked up at the small rabbit straddling his chest, holding his hands down against the rough wool fabric. His heart throbbed, his cage contained joyful bouncing and demanded attention, while Master Newport seemed to desire something just as similar, as his fundoshi, was tenting softly. “Master, aren't you being naughty, I thought we agreed on no playing? Not that I would mind…" Connor challenged reluctantly as he had no problem letting go if his master was willing to take that risk with him.

“I have been holding myself in check for an entire week just for this weekend, would you deny me my satisfaction?" Master Newport whispered, his smooth, toned voice was different, online it was garbled, but feeling the words roll across his ears made Connor shiver, moan, and if his cock wasn't caged, cum. He felt pathetic at the idea of climaxing just to his master's voice, but the fact that it was a possibility burned Connor's mind. Master Newport had Connor so tightly woven around his small soft fingers that he might as well be playing cat's cradle with Connor's heart, body, and mind.

Holding down Connor's wriggling body, Master Newport adjusted himself, gyrating his hip into Connor's chest, pulling the tight fabric that bound his loins down, and off his sheath and tenting member. Master Newport closed his eyes, and exhaled wonderful noises, while Connor could do nothing but watch his master satisfy himself on Connor's chest. Master Newport's fundoshi was leaking seed that dribbled onto Connor's chest, but he stopped, with a pained almost agonized breath, possibly teasing himself; he must have been just on the verge of climax.

Connor's heart begged for the dotted white mess on his shirt, but he looked up at his Master's sage green eyes as he recovered. He was at war with his duty and passions, he wanted to climax and do dastardly things to Connor's body but held back for the safety of going against the Tribunal's wishes.

Master Newport bounced on Connor's chest with every long drawn out-breath; in fact, Connor had regulated his breath just to give his master a small ride. He was as light as a child, and though that didn't mean it was easy, the smile Master Newport shared was enough as he sat back and relaxed, seeming to know what Connor was doing.

But after riding Connor's chest, Master Newport slowly trailed his fingers down Connor's shoulders, dipping down low and slow, before pulling Connor's hands beside his head and pinning the human beneath him with his Steel cuffed grip. “I thought you were more daring than that Connor, I told you I like challenging slaves." Master Newport dared, as Connor exhaled at the stiff love bite to his shoulder. Connor could feel blood trickle down his shoulder and into his shirt. Master Newport's teeth were like dull scissors, he pinched the skin but didn't cut; it was just enough to cause Connor to struggle. Master Newport's teeth came down for another bite, though the pain wasn't sharp, it still hurt and hurt enough that Connor didn't want to feel it again. So Connor rotated his hips, struggling to block his master's warm lips by craning his head and pull against the small furred manacles around his wrist.

Master Newport chuckled at the futile struggling, “Is that the best you can do?" he teased, and Connor struggled more, even throwing up his legs to try and bounce the rabbit off his chest. But nothing worked, and it left Connor, wondering if he could escape from his master's hold, but a daring idea came to mind as the second bite found it's home. After a cringe of pain, after feeling his master's tonsils retreat slowly from his flesh, Connor rolled off the couch, kicking off the back of the couch and slamming the small rabbit into the ground with a heavy thud.

Master Newport grunted from the drop and ended up releasing Connor to push the human up off of him, but Connor held firm as best as he could and pushed his forearm to Master Newport's throat. The rabbit coughed at the pressure, but smiled, his green eyes full of approval as he looked up at his daring slave.

“That's more like it; don't worry, struggle, and fight me. You won't hurt me, I love the challenge." Master Newport encouraged, and with the go-ahead, Connor moved to pull the rabbit into a chokehold. Still, master Newport had other ideas as he kicked the coffee table away, spilling out the cookies on the floor, before tucking Connor's arm close and rolling him onto his back.

Master Newport returned the pressure on his throat and pushed Connor against the ground. “Maybe I should sign you up for some combat practice. I would love to see what you learn."

“But you trained guards and fighters why don't you train me?" Connor asked, and Master Newport shook his head. “It's no fun if I know what's going to happen. I'm a master who loves surprises from disobedient slaves."

“Maybe then we should make a game out of this then?" Connor proposed, Master Newport, pulled back and straddled the human's chest, holding Connor's shoulders down only with his fingertips.

“I'm listening," Master Newport listened, his smile hanging over Connor's head. The dominating smirk, and soft weight that bounced with Connor's breath; Connor just wanted to take a moment to enjoy the view, wishing he could have taken a picture. The idea of taking a picture suddenly making him remember a horrifying prospect.

“Shit, my phone was in my pants!" Connor called out in a panic, trying to get up, but his Master slammed him back down, “Connor, do you think your master is such a fool to not check one's pockets before cleaning?"

“No…" Connor breathed, settling back down on the ground, as Master Newport pulled up and straddled Connor's collar bone, his loins a mere bend of the head away, they were dripping; thick white pre was staining Master Newport's fundoshi and dribbled out like slow white molasses. “Explain your idea, Connor." Master Newport commanded as he sat with his hands on his hips, seeming to know that he was framing his erection with his fingers, thus forcing Connor to look at his loins or up at his eyes.

“Well, how about Battle mounting? That sounded like an amusing idea. If I can beat you, I get to dominate you, if not, you get to punish me for failing." Connor explained, and Master Newport pulled back, before brushing down his ears, with a relaxed breath.

“That does sound fun, but let's turn it into more of a lesson; I never get to start the combat, and as long as you can surprise me with an ambush and or dominate me personally, I will grant you your sensual reward." Master Newport counter proposed, sealing the proposition with a kiss before Connor could say anything else. “But we'll need to work on your body, trim off some of your weight, increase your stamina, you're already sweating…" Master Newport leaned forward just barely and sniffed the air, “you're scent smells wonderful, like musty woodlands, wet soil just starting to evaporate, after a rain several days ago. Hot…humid… and a scent you can't escape because it surrounds you and smothers your breath."

Connor blushed at the poetic description of his sweat and moaned sharply as his master sniffed at his jawline, tapping his neck with a cold nose to continually inhale his musk. Connor couldn't help, but roll is neck into his master's nose and thin-lipped kisses. But during the time that Connor was distracted with pleasure, Master Newport tucked Connor's wrists up and underneath his tail, suppressing them with his toned ass, and compressing them with his small cloth wrapped coin purse. Connor was able to gain some sense of composure when he felt Master Newport's seed dribble down onto the back of his hands, leaving a warm syrupy spot that slowly rolled away and onto the floor.

“And how do you plan on training me, Master?" Connor asked, groaning through his words, his body flexing and bending because it wanted to bend and roll, it tried to move and act; Connor's body wanted to escape the intense pleasure that was soon becoming too much to bear. His Loins begged for release, every second his master sat on his chest, every kiss, sent a shiver of pleasure that kept Connor on the verge of climax, but ultimately left him unsatisfied as his passions were stifled by the steel bars that bound his loins… no… Master Newport's loins. Connor's cock wasn't his anymore, and Connor felt at war because of that. He wanted to cum, climax, but not at the expense of his master, not without his master's permission.

“I have my methods Connor, and I would love to steal your virginity, but let us be safe. I don't want to start anything until I get approval from the Tribunal." Master Newport whispered into Connor's ear as he pulled away, bit by bit his breath echoing in Connor's ear.

“Yeah, I know, but can I please be uncaged?" Connor begged as his master pulled back and looked down at Connor's green and brown padded crotch. Master Newport's rolling rough pads, skid across the midline of Connor's chest, and Connor's body contorted to the ticklish route taken to the tight plastic underwear around his hips. Rubbing the crinkling surface, Newport looked back at Connor, watching him cry behind grit teeth, huffing short breaths as tension bounced between his legs, “You mean this? Don't you like being caged?"

“I do sir…" Connor whined, “but if we aren't going to play, can I please have the freedom to masturbate again?" Connor begged as he rolled his hips into his master's firm hand, he was so close, but even if Connor was caged, it wasn't impossible to cum, he could feel the pressure building. Connor could feel the climax breaking through all the walls that normally held back his release, he was so close, he could feel everything sitting at the base of his master's caged cock.

“Well, I'm not touching anything until this diaper is full." Master Newport noted as he pulled his hand away much to Connor's whimpering protest. “You're horrible."

“Keep that up Connor, and maybe I'll just keep you locked up. I own your loins, don't forget that." Master Newport scolded, and Connor exhaled, “Yes sir… sorry sir." His hips still jostling around in the thick padding, humping the air just to try finish off what his master had started.

“That's a good boy, now go clean up the cookies, the tea is finished." Mater Newport directed as whistling heat started to echo off the walls and summon the small male to the kitchen.

Connor needed a minute before he could even dare to move, his hands hung over his padded crotch while Master Newport watched him from the edge of the kitchen, his sage green gaze daring Connor to try and break the rules and touch his property. Even though the pot screamed, he waited for Connor to gather himself and pull back on his own; rolling over on his hands and feet just to get up. His limp body crumpled as he bent over to pick up the spoiled cookies and push the plank cut coffee table back into place.

However, Connor struggled to push the simple flat wood table, with Cast iron framing back towards the couches; it felt like it weighed more than he did: and his master had done a glancing kick to it? Just moving it, a single foot left Connor breathless and panting over the edge of the table. “What the hell is this coffee table made out of Master?"

“Iron Tower bark, it comes from Matra," Master Newport answered, setting a wooden tea tray out on the table.

“This is made out fucking bark? This table is two inches thick, the fuck kind of tree did this come from?" Connor questioned in shock as he sat down beside his Master.

“Iron Tower Trees can grow to be as wide as the Colosseum across the street, and as tall as some of your city buildings. The people of Matra, have made entire cities out of them by connecting the trees and living inside their dense fireproof wood." Master Newport answered as Connor still tried to wrap his mind around the size of the tree, but he couldn't and just shook the idea out his mind, watching as Master Newport poured out the tea into green porcelain cups, with smooth, well-practiced motions.

“Thank you," Connor accepted, taking the flowery lemon scent tea when offered, “Master, since we can't play, and we're really just going to spend the weekend doing nothing, can we talk about you? We've been talking for two months, and I don't know anything about you, really."

Master Newport sipped on his tea before settling into the couch, “That is fair, what do you want to know?"

“Where are you from? I guess is a good start."

“I was born in a small village called Longasil, in the country of Mincara. I grew up as a runt amongst nine brothers and sisters."

“You have nine siblings?" Connor questioned, wondering if the number of siblings had to do with his bunny heritage or if it was normal for Mincridarins to have that many cubs.

“Had, my father, cast me out and stripped me of my last name. I was just a runt, I was of no use to him or the family." Master Newport corrected swiftly.

“Why are you so small, sir?" Connor questioned, having never seen or heard of a full-grown Mincridarn being so small.

“It's a curse on my blood lineage, every few children will become feral. Which means I take on more traits like my feral counterpart here on earth. We Ferals shrink normally or sometimes gain four legs instead of the regular two, lose our fangs, and the ability to eat certain types of food. While rare, some of us turn completely into feral animals, with no ability to speak or learn; many infants that have turned so completely are normally killed to save them from suffering, as they cannot fend for themselves. I was lucky to merely be a dwarfed feral."

“So does being a Feral mean your vegan?"

“And what does Vegan mean?"

“You can't eat meats and animal products," Connor answered, and Master Newport thought for a moment.

“That seems mostly correct, but I can eat sweets and bread. However, I will get sick after consuming meat."

“Well, that's surprisingly open, I guess I'll try and look at some recipes. I'd love to cook for you." Connor admitted, and Master Newport perked up his ears snapping towards Connor, as he set down his cup. “You know, maybe I could train you to be a house servant. I have been thinking about what to do with you when we're not playing or mating. If you're going to be my slave, I will require that you work."

“I been kind of thinking the same thing; playing with you sounds fun, but I know we can't play or have sex the entire day; it would just become boring. So I was wondering what I would do if I did come over." Connor admitted, before sipping on his tea, snapping away as the warm liquid singed his tongue.

“It's hot." Master Newport chuckled.

“Now you tell me." Connor noted with a breath, “I love you, and I want to be with you, but I was just never sure what our relationship would be like beyond playing. Is it going to be more like this, where we sit and enjoy each other's company, or will you still be my master?"

Newport reached out and patted Connor's thigh, “It is your choice, but I don't mind talking like this. You are my mate first and foremost, and I want to make sure your happy too."

Connor sighed, thankful that Master Newport was so open and straight forward, “People on the internet talk about how they want to be a slave, how it feels fulfilling and amazing, and I can see why they think that. But everyone seems to ignore the epilogue after sex. What happens between the flings and fun fucks. That's what's been leaving me uneasy sir, because I don't want to be owned. I want to be able to still live my life in some manner, have my hobbies, and so on."

“There will be work regardless, but I can arrange your schedule once things settle into a pattern, and I know your limits." Master Newport assured, and that kind of structure did put Connor at ease, but how much work would his master impose? That's the question that bothered him, but Connor felt the hand on his lap and breathed to collect himself, before taking the small paw into his hand, and looking at his Master's gentle smile; those kinds of questions were for a different time. Right now, Connor just wanted to be with his master and learn whose heavy hand he would be living beneath.

Settling into the warm cup of lemon mint tea, Connor let go of the uncertain future, and decided to live in the moment, listening to his master's stories as a Slave trainer and the rampaging storm that didn't let up until the late afternoon.