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The Argus Trap

“Fifteen... haaaaah... sixteen... nnnghhh... seventeen... nnnn... e-eighteen... haaaa... nineteen... aaaannd... nnnghhh... t-twenty!"

The ears of the fox twitched, the thigh master exercise equipment dropping from her legs. How long had she been here? All morning, right? She arrived here around 8 AM, but by now it was... well... hm... oh, yes, 12 PM. Four hours, eh? Four hours of working out, from running on the treadmill, to throwing a few punches at a sandbag, to yoga poses, and, of course, thigh crunches. All of this to further tone the body she had, to further perfect her figure.

She was a mystery to many who came here, despite being a regular of the gym. A fox girl, fur mostly brown, along with long brown hair that fell along her back. All of it was neat and well kept, showing a high degree of personal hygiene that extended even to her figure. Her chest was as flat as a board, but her waist was rather thin, and her hips and buttocks were surprisingly so thick and juicy. Heh... she was the type of girl who would easily turn heads whenever she walked back casually.

Perhaps that's to be expected of someone who spends so much time at the gym, working often times away from others.

Her name was Forrest and... that's about all anyone knew about her. A young woman, many thought she may have been eighteen or nineteen, twenty-two at the very most. Her brown eyes were typically bright, though she was known to look away before people could gaze at her for too long. Her face too was womanly and even a bit mature, with plump lips and thick eyelashes.

For many of the men here, she was a girl as shy as she was alluring, though she preferred to work out alone. Always in the corner, be it on a treadmill, or the punching bags, or whatever other exercise machine you'd find her at. She never wanted to be the center of attention, and whenever she was approached, she'd often blush and look away.

But it was never done out of maliciousness. She didn't ignore people to hurt them, didn't deny them to put them down. No, she was just a very personal person, one who preferred to stick to herself. For there was a secret to Forrest, one she kept to herself, and preferred that it stay that way. But as far as things went now...

“Ah? It's time..."

Walking over towards the lockers in the distance, the fox opened up the one she rented; #529, to be exact. Inside laid her personal items, such as the jean jacket she wore here in the first place, as well as her purse. Pulling them out, she slipped her jacket on and looped her purse around her shoulder, before turning to face the exit once again. All the while, people could be heard calling out to her.

“See ya later, Forrest!"

“Nice work out, Forrest!"

“Have a good day, Forrest!"

And she'd always reply the same.

“Th-thanks... um... g-goodbye!"

She was polite in her shyness, cute in it too, but as she stepped out those doors and into the glowing afternoon sun of her fair city, her brown eyes leered across the parking lot towards a black SUV. Slowly she swallowed her spit...

That SUV was there to pick her up.

No one knew who Forrest was. No one knew the secrets she had. No one knew that the fox girl... wasn't really a girl at all. And no one knew that her position in life was not of that of a free being... but a pet.

Ah... what do I mean? Well...

Approaching the SUV, the window to the passenger side slid down, revealing the human who drove the car. He was around 6 feet tall in height, a burly build, hair that was long and black, but with golden-yellow eyes. Just looking at him, you'd start to think about the type of man who always looks serious yet cool, calculating and suave. His clothing helped add to this allure, being immaculate formal clothing, like that of a businessman. No, not just any business man; a CEO, nay, owner of an entire company. Yes, that's the vibe he gave off.

His name was Nathan Argus, owner of Argus Industries, and a man whose wealth put to shame some rulers in this world. What did Argus Industries do exactly? Heh, it's easier to say what it doesn't do. From medicine to sports, hotels to food, there wasn't much Nathan didn't have his fingers dug into. Funny to think that – once upon a time ago – all they were known for were bars and wineries. Ah, how times have changed.

Naturally, Forrest tensed up at the sight of this man, her head even hanging low, though her brown eyes remained locked on him. He said nothing at first, before extending his hand towards her, his finger curling.

“Forrest," he said, “How did your workout go?"

“It... it went nice... Daddy..." she answered, her head moving back up, “You uh... you came to pick me up today... why is that? I thought... I thought you had a business meeting today."

“I did," he answered simply, his arms crossing, “And it went by relatively quickly. I have to go back to work later today so... I thought I'd take you back to the mansion, so you didn't have to walk all the way there."

“Oh... well... th-thank you."

“Alright, get in; I can't waste too much time here."

“Y-yes. Right."

Grabbing the door's handle, Forrest pulled it back and got inside slowly. The fine leather seats of the SUV were nice to rest against, especially for her post-workout body. She wasn't sore, but she was a bit hot and sweaty, her tight, spandex top and shorts hugging close to her form.

So Forrest leaned her back up against the chair, relaxing into it while Nathan slowly cranked up the car. It didn't take much longer for them to pull away from the parking spot, driving back out upon the roads. Forrest's window remained down, the winds blowing through her long, brown hair, while Nathan kept his eyes pinned on the roads before him.

It wasn't common for Nathan to pick her up after her workout session, but it wasn't unheard of either. And while he hid it beneath the veneer of simply doing her a kindness – and even if she did believe it to a point – Forrest knew better. If Nathan was here, then that means...

Grab!

“Ah!?"

Her brown eyes shot open, her gaze snapping to her leg. On her thigh laid a hand, one that was squeezing the flesh there. Despite working out – and doing so consistently at that – Forrest's thigh still had a bit of soft padding to it that allowed it to be squeezed so well. Nathan's fingers even clenched harder upon her leg, garnering a deeper groan from the fox as she bit into her bottom lip. Looking up and over towards Nathan however, she saw that his yellow eyes remained on the roads.

But a smirk appeared on his lips.

“Your workout sessions... they're working," he quipped, his eyes finally glancing over towards her, “Your thighs are certainly bigger than they used to be, and your thin waist..." he nodded, “Good boy, Forrest. No one knows, right?"

“N-no..." Forrest replied, cheeks turning a heated red.

She swallowed her spit, while Nathan continued to squeeze and grope her leg. Despite her attempts to do so, the fox just couldn't help but let a moan leave her lips, the heat of arousal flowing through her. In turn, a visible lump began to form right in her pants. And it was only getting bigger.

“D-Daddy, I--" Forrest said, before cutting herself off.

“Hm...? Oh, your pants? They are a bit tight, aren't they?"

“Y-yes..." she replied, her head nodding, “It's... it's hard when I workout and everyone's watching me. I keep getting... it keeps getting--"

“Harder?" he replied, eyebrow raised, “Go ahead, Forrest, pull it down."

“Haaa..." her hand moved for the window's switch, but Nathan raised a finger.

“Nuh-uh-uh... keep it down..."

Honestly, she should've seen that coming. Of course he'd take such great, perverse joy out of something like this. The blush of embarrassment that formed on Forrest's face could be felt from sight alone, but she didn't say anything. Instead, her hands shifted down to the waistband of her tight shorts, her thumbs hooking beneath them. Slowly she pulled them down, revealing the fact that she didn't wear any panties, as well as...

A cock. A red, hard, throbbing, vulpine, cock. It was so hard, her arousal so great, that pre was already starting to slide down its tip. And as it came out in the driver's seat of this car, Nathan merely nodded.

Do you get it now, do you understand? The girl named Forrest, the one everyone couldn't help but to ogle as she worked out at the local gym... wasn't a girl at all. She was a boy. A very feminine, very girly boy, but a boy nonetheless.

“Go ahead," Nathan whispered, his hand still stroking Forrest's thigh, “Masturbate."

“Nmnnghh..."

Slowly, the foxboy reached his hand down, wrapping his fingers right around his cock. The wind was still blowing into his hair, and he could even hear other cars driving around, but that didn't stop him from stroking his cock. At first his movements were chaste, slowly dragging the soft pads of his hand up and down his length, which throbbed so readily. His brown eyes even looked down towards his penis, before looking back at his surroundings. No one could see his dick, right? No one but Nathan, anyway.

“Haaaaahhh...!"

His voice was so high-pitched; you'd be forgiven for thinking he was a girl if you heard it. Still, he kept stroking off his cock, getting faster as he did so. Pleasure ran through his length as he masturbated for his Daddy, his fangs biting into his bottom lip to keep a hold over his arousal.

“Nnnghhh...! Daaaaddyyyyyy!" Forrest groaned, his balls even drawing up close to his body.

“Keep going, Forrest," he answered, yellow eyes once again locked on the roads ahead.

“But Daaaaddyyyyyy!!!" he groaned, his head leaning back, “You know I... I can't... I just... nnghhh...!"

Forrest didn't finish his words, nor did he stop masturbating. Quite the opposite really; he got even faster. Stroking his hand up and along his cock, the frantic pace heightening as his precum began to stain his hands in earnest. Forrest's grip too got stronger on his length, jerking it to the point that his seat even began to wobble. Hooking one hand beneath his thigh, he pulled his legs further apart, freeing himself up to masturbate as hard as he needed to.

But... no matter how hard he did so – and he did it really hard – he just couldn't cum. It was a euphoria that kept eluding him, no matter what. He jerked, and jerked and jerked... but nothing happened.

“Pleeaaaasee!" he began to groan, “Daddddyyy! I can't take it anymore! It hurts!"

This was his punishment, this was his torment, this was all Nathan's doing. No matter how hard Forrest tried, no matter what he did, he could never – never – cum by his own hand. This wasn't a problem before, but something Nathan had – more or less – bred into him. This inability to climax personally, rendering self-pleasure rather pointless. No, all pleasure was to be given to him by his Daddy, and if his Daddy didn't want to give him that pleasure, then he wouldn't get it. It wasn't a matter of why, but more a matter of 'when', if he'd get the chance at all.

Nathan lorded that power over Forrest, and he indulged in every moment of it. Would he be cruel today, forcing the fox to go home without relief? Or would he be a gracious owner, delivering his pet that pleasure he so desperately, desperately wanted?

Decisions, decisions.

“Haaaaaaahhhh!" Forrest moaned out loud, the noise ringing into his own ears.

“My, my, Forrest," Nathan said, his voice rather teasing, Look at you... your cock is out at such a busy intersection."

“Huh!?"

Forrest's eyes grew wide. Really wide. Having got lost in his own self-pleasure, the foxboy didn't realize where he was. Not until Nathan spoke, of course. Were they really in a busy intersection? Well, the car had stopped, and he could see the red lights of the traffic lights above him. But his head was laying down against the leather seat of his chair, just out of view of his window.

If he pulled up... people would see him. And if people really were around, then they'd no doubt have heard his moaning voice through that open window. Oh, nononononononononono! He couldn't imagine something so embarrassing!

All at once, Forrest stopped masturbating, his hand even leaving his cock as his face turned deathly pale. His heart continued to race however, now fearing what people in the other cars could and couldn't hear. As for Nathan?

Grab!

“AAHHHHNNNN!?!?" he grabbed Forrest's cock, and then twisted it harshly, “AH! AH! AH! HAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"

The foxboy leaned back, his hips jutting forward as he started to cum. Hard. A jet force of his seed shot out from his dick, splattering upon the dashboard and glove department of the SUV. One shot was followed by another and another, constantly blasting his white spunk all in the car. Honestly, Forrest lost count of how many times he shot his seed; just another change to his body his Daddy so graciously 'gifted' him.

“Haaaaah! Haaaaah! Haaaah!"

Forrest's panting filled the car, the smell of his cum having overpowered the air. His Daddy... he was so cruel. He made him cum so hard in front of all these people, and there was no doubt in his mind they heard him. Forrest just couldn't bring himself to gaze upon his surroundings, to see if anyone else was actually there. Instead, he bright his hands up, covering his face as he whimpered in an embarrassed manner.

Nathan meanwhile pulled his hand back, some of the fox's cum having stained it. Chuckling in a taunting, teasing manner, he wiped the cum off on the fur of Forrest's own leg, before grabbing a hold of the steering wheel yet again.

“So childish of you, Forrest," he remarked, his teasing chuckles filling the air yet again as his foot pressed to the gas pedal.

Slowly they pulled off, the sound of other cars driving around them also flowing into Forrest's ears. He didn't want to say anything, couldn't say anything, other than whimper in a defeated manner. It was typical at times like these, where Forrest would wonder just what wrong path he took to lead to... this. Being the plaything to some rich CEO... yeah, it's probably an understatement to say he never saw this outcome in his life.

One year. One long, long, long year. One year in which the fox couldn't tell you where Forrest ended, and where Nathan began. Did he even have his own personality anymore? Just how much control did his 'Daddy' have over him?

Just... how much?

…

It was night. A very hot summer night. Yeah. Forrest could remember it so vividly. The night where everything changed. His friend – or someone whom he considered his friend at the time – tricked him into doing something very, very stupid.

Yeah, he remembers that night. He remembers it easily.

“C'mon, Forrest!"

“S-slow down! Dammit, Eric!"

Even a year ago, the fox boy was less 'boy', and more 'girl'. Slender build with bigger hips, though nowhere near as 'thicc' as they would become one day. His brown hair wasn't all that long either, though it was a bit longer than what one would suspect of a young man his age.

'Forrest the femboy', yeah, that's what they used to call him, as annoying as that name was. He hated it, but considering his masculinity (or lack there of) it wasn't like he could argue much against such a descriptor. He ran around with a posse or a gang, some gaggle of fools who did their best to survive on the streets of Oceanside.

Teenage boy. Lacking home. No parental guidance to speak of. Yeah, he was the perfect target for manipulation. And often times, it was his 'friends' who did the manipulating.

“Over there! Yeah! There it is!"

Eric – his 'friend' – was a rather big bear. A bit dimwitted, but with his strength, many wouldn't argue against him. That – unfortunately – included Forrest, who often found himself at the mercy of whatever asinine plan his 'friend' had. For the most part, it was simple; a swipe of a wallet here, a masked hold up there, but nothing too extreme.

This though? This was extreme.

“Fuck... Eric, is this the place?" Forrest asked as he looked over his shoulder towards the bear, who was grinning from cheek to cheek.

“Sure is!" he replied, “See that place? Eh, you know Johnny, right? He's a bodyguard for that... uh... fuck... yeah! That Argus guy, right!? And he's out on vacation right now, meaning his mansion's left unguarded! I'm sure a rick ass like him has got to have a bunch of money!"

Forrest scowled at such a remark, already hating this plan, despite hearing it at the apartment only a few hours ago. Yeah, yeah, simple; get in, search for money, get out. And with that Argus dude out of the town, it should be easy, right?

Here in these parts, there were mansions and estates practically everywhere. What was this place called again? Bellview Heights, right? Yeah, it was the place where all the rich and high-society people lived, with their mansions and estates resting right along a mountainside. The walls were so tall, the buildings were all immaculate and perfect, and it just wasn't the place for two streetwise beastkin.

Wait... street_wise?_ Hm... more like street_fools_ right now.

“Okay, we can make our way in over there, see?" said Eric, the burly bear pointing at a nearby patio door, “I highly doubt he has that place locked. Besides, with your skills, we can slip right in!" he looked back at Forrest, “You do know how to lockpick, right?"

“Tch! Don't insult me!" Forrest snapped back, “Of course I do! Now focus!" they looked back at the doors, “This is, like, a mansion, right? So this place has got to have some security or something."

“No, it doesn't!" said Eric, grinning from cheek to cheek, “Johnny said that Argus guy is super private or some shit! He rarely has people over, so I doubt he'll have any security!"

“That's not the security I'm talking about!" Forrest replied, “I mean like... cameras or something!"

“That's why we have masks, Forest," the bear answered, still grinning like he was a genius, “We put on our masks, steel everything that isn't nailed down, be home before dinner!"

“Haaa... fuck... how do I let you talk me into this shit?"

Eric didn't answer, instead chuckling like mad before they shifted their attentions back towards the mansion together. From what Forrest could see so far, none of the lights were on, and there didn't appear to be anyone here. But how could he tell that from where he was standing? Didn't stop his friend from moving however.

“Okay, let's go," Eric said as he ambled over the brick walls of the manor.

“Shit! Eric! Wait for me!" Forrest shouted back.

Climbing over with his friend, the duo ran across the yard of the Argus estate towards the villa in the distance. Eric was laser-focused on the building itself, with Forrest being far more curious.

So this is a mansion, huh? Wow, those TV shows sure do sell these places short. It was so big, so pristine, so white, and the architecture of the mansion itself was... well, majestic. Forrest audibly gasped at the sight of it, before realizing they had arrived at the backdoor patio.

Or, well, one of the backdoor patios. Seriously, did this mansion have to have more than one backdoor patio?

“Alright, put on your mask," said Eric as he slipped his own, with Forrest following suit, “Okay! Now your stuff!"

“Shhhh! Won't you quiet down!" Forrest growled as his hand slipped into his jacket, “Jeeze, you're gonna give me a heart attack if you keep yelling like that!"

Pulling out a lock pick, the foxboy got to work on the patio door. It took a bit of fiddling, but his skills showed through once an audible 'CLICK!' noise echoed out. Soon after, the door opened up, revealing the darkened halls of the mansion inside.

“Whoa... holy shit," Eric muttered as he stepped inside, his eyes gazing at all of its walls and furniture, “Shiiiiiit... if I had a place in here, I'd have bitches everywhere!"

“Tch... yeah right," Forrest muttered, his eyes rolling, “Shouldn't we be focusing on finding actually valuable stuff! I'm sure we've tripped some alarms!"

“Yeah, yeah, yeah," the bear groaned, annoyed by his friend's nagging, “Jeeze, Forrest! Have a little fun! We've never been in a place like this!"

“And that's exactly why I want to leave so fast," replied the fox, his eyes darting left and right in an apprehensive manner, “All these rich walls... all of this shit..." he shook his head, “No, no, this place is weird. Let's go before we get caught."

“Yeah, yeah," the bear groaned once again, “Okay, let's keep looking."

Show up, steal shit, get out: this old song and dance. No, this wasn't the first time they've done such a thing, though it was easily the most... how you say...? Outlandish, maybe? Stealing things from a rich asshat's mansion is a bit different from stealing from a random apartment, after all. How were they going to even get things over the wall and back to their car? Shit, why did Forrest allow Eric to talk him into something so stupid!?

But he kept pushing on, moving in deeper into this mansion, his eyes attracted to everything that wasn't glued down. Their slow walking eventually brought them into the main lobby of the villa; a wide open space with a spiraling staircase that lead up to the second floor. At the sight of it, Eric gave a light whistle, one that startled his partner.

“Damn... do you think we'll ever get the chance to live in a place like this?" the bear inquired, eyebrow raised.

“Hell no," Forrest answered with his head shaking, “A couple of dumb fucks like us? Not a chance in hell..."

“Well with that attitude..."

The two continued looking around, searching for anything valuable for them to steal. This was relatively simple in the apartments they usually stole from, but this? This was something else entirely. Where could they search that would yield the best results? It wasn't like diamonds and gold was just bursting from the seams! Huh... this was more difficult than Forrest thought.

“Holy shit!? Is that a golden fucking cup!?"

Okaaaay... maybe this will be a bit easier than he thought.

Gazing ahead through an entrance into what Forrest could only assume was one of this mansions many, many rec rooms, there laid a table with – just as Eric said – a golden cup resting on it. Or, no, not a golden cup as his friend so eloquently put it, but a golden chalice to be exact. Forrest thought about correcting him, but discarded such a thought. Instead, he eyed the chalice closely, wondering why it was sitting there.

“Is something inside?" Eric asked as Forrest walked towards, “Like... fuck, I don't know. Diamonds? Gold? Blood?"

“Blood?"

“Yeah, like in the movies... maybe this Argus guy is a vampire or something."

“You dumbass! Vampires don't exist!"

“Tch... look who's shoutin' now? Anyway, go and check the fucking thing."

Forrest groaned, but didn't say anything else. Instead he walked up to the cup, peering over its edge to gaze into its contents. Or... lack there of; the chalice was completely empty. Grabbing it by its stalk, the foxboy slowly raised it up, rubbing his thumb along its smooth, opulent surface.

There was a certain... presence he gained from this cup, something that was hard to describe. How it glowed, how it shimmered; it imbued Forrest with a certain sense of high-society that he'd never experienced before. Just holding the cup made the foxboy feel...

Good.

That's when the lights came on.

…

“Mmmmmff... mmmmmmfff... mmmmmfff..."

All around him he heard... cars in the distance. Birds chirping up high. He could even hear a few distant conversations. All he could smell however was the sweaty musk of a man, one who bathed and showered in the highest soaps someone like him could afford. He smelled so damn good; a mix of masculinity, sweat, and such sweet honey.

“Mmmfff..."

He tasted just as good. His cock slid into his mouth, drawing so much drool and spit from the mouth of the foxboy. He groaned as he sucked on his dick, feeling every inch the length fill almost every inch of his mouth. His tongue slid along its underside, licking it passionately, before his lips drew back to lick upon the head and glands. The bitter taste of his precum even oozed out upon the fox's tongue, a shiver running through his spine.

His brown eyes opened as he sucked on that cock, looking up towards the man whom he dined on. That long brown hair, those golden-yellow eyes, the domineering presence and allure; this was his Daddy.

“Mmmmmmm...!"

All around them was a dingy alley, something Forrest was used to. It wasn't uncommon for Nathan to pull him away somewhere and relieve whatever sexual tension he had built up over the day. Making the foxboy masturbate in the car was just step one; he always needed to have more. So here Forrest found himself sucking on Nathan's cock in the SUV, the hand of his owner palming the top of his head.

“Mmm... you seem... hungrier than usual, Forrest," Nathan remarked, a sly grin adorning his lips, “Did making you pleasure yourself do this to you?"

Forrest's ears twitched; of course making him do something so embarrassing would do this to him! Yet another change to his body his Daddy gave him: this growing adoration for humiliating and embarrassing things. It left him horny, desiring more, no matter how many times he climaxed.

But this time, it wasn't his own climax Forrest was worried about, but Nathan's own. So he kept sucking, sticking his nose right into the human's crotch, slurping up all of that sticky, gooey spit and precum.

“Mmm.... mmmm... POP! Haaaah!"

Pulling off of Nathan's dick, the fox looked up towards his owner, those brown eyes of his quivering. His hand moved up and over towards his cock as well, wrapping around that spit-polished pole where he began to stroke it. Nathan was such a virile man, one who seemingly had an endless libido. Forrest was sure if he sucked his cock for hours, Nathan would still have energy to spare. About the only thing that could stop him, would ironically have to be the business he was owner of.

“Forrest... up here," Nathan suddenly said, drawing the gaze of his pet up.

“Y-yes..."

Moving his face in and closing his eyes, the foxboy began to kiss his owner, the sounds of their lips meeting echoing in the SUV. It was times at these that Forrest's heart truly began to flutter, his tail even wagging a bit energetically. All the while, he continued to stroke and jerk Nathan's cock, keeping him at maximum hardness.

Tasting his Daddy's tongue coaxed moans from deep within Forrest. His tongue was so skilled, so lithe, easily dancing around the fox's broader, slower tongue. Everything Nathan did, he did with this sense of power and ownership, further reminding Forrest of his position in life. So when his Daddy pulled away and said,

“Stop."

Forrest immediately stopped.

“Is something... wrong?" he asked, his hand still wrapped around Nathan's cock.

“No no... nothing's wrong," he said as he pointed at the door, “Get out."

Oh... that's why he told him to stop. Forrest swallowed his spit, because he knew what was coming next. Almost immediately the foxboy felt his cock stirring even harder in his tight shorts... and a tingling rumbling in his anus. Nevertheless, he nodded and turned, grabbing the door's handle where he pushed it open.

They were far in the distance of this alley, stuck between two buildings Forrest didn't even know the purpose of. Walking up towards one of the cold, concrete walls, the fox pushed out his thick, plump ass, his head turning to demurely face Nathan from over his shoulder.

It was at times like these where Forrest's girly features truly began to show. If his voice didn't trick you and his smooth, soft face didn't either, his figure and ass certainly did. So big and around, with thighs so thick, and all of this was thanks to his Daddy.

Nathan – for lack of better wording – absolutely owned Forrest's body. While he was far from the most masculine man in the past, his year under his Daddy's watchful eye had transformed him into the absolute definition of a femboy. And how? Well, a change of diet and imposing workout regiments would do that to a person.

Nathan slowly emerged from the car to follow his pet, a whimper flowing from Forrest's lips as he did so. Standing behind the foxboy, the hands of the CEO graced along his slender sides, stopping when they came to the hem of his tight shorts. They hooked inside soon after, thumbs sliding under the waistband, and he slowly pulled them down and down and down, all the way to the ankles.

And then he stopped.

Squeeeezeee!

“Hyyaaaaaaah!"

Forrest's mouth opened as Nathan's hand clenched his ass, squeezing it tightly. The grip of the man was so tight, kneading and toying with his buttocks, as if it wasn't attached to a living being. And his golden-yellow eyes traveled down Forrest's spine, landing right upon the crack of his ass. One of his fingers trailed over towards his anus, poking it in a quizzical manner. Forrest's dick twitched in response.

“Haah...!"

“Heh heh... you want it, don't you?" Nathan whispered, his teasing tone sending shivers down Forrest's spine, “Without your toys like usual, you feel... wanting, isn't it?"

“Haah... p-please," the fox groaned, his tail sprung up high, “ You know... those toys, they just keep me aroused but..." he shook his head, “I can't... not without..."

“Not without me, hm?"

Pat... pat...

Ah, euphoria. Gently, Nathan's cock laid between Forrest's crack, hotdogging his buttocks, yet giving the fox so much pleasure from touch alone. He could even feel the glands of his Daddy's cock as they stroked along his puckering anus. Shivers, twitches, panting, all while his cock throbbed with such hungry, needy desire between his legs.

Just one push, one penetration, one thrust... and Forrest was practically begging for it. Shaking his hips, wagging his tail, biting into his bottom lip. Tension was building and building, while the looming presence of his owner continued to impede upon him. Nathan took aim with his anus finally, the head of his spit-covered cock pressing hard against Forrest's tight entrance. The fox didn't say anything, didn't do anything, he just nodded, waited, and--

“HYAAAAAAAAHHHAAAAAAH!"

Oh, yes. Now this? This is ecstasy.

Nathan's cock pushed into Forrest's asshole, the tight orifice spreading around that length. He remembered a time where this hurt, but a year or so of solid training had worked his ass to the point that all he needed was spit. Whether it be a spit-covered cock or a spit-covered ass, well, it didn't really matter.

Forrest's spine arched as his Daddy pushed deeper into his asshole, not stopping until Nathan's pelvis met the fox's ass. Feeling that toned form lean against his, Forrest further pressed himself up against the concrete wall he leaned upon. and, damn, was his cock so hard, endlessly drooling his precum that oozed down his cock and balls. Nathan's hands traveled down to Forrest's thighs, gripping him tightly as he rutted the foxboy in place.

The soft padding of Forrest's ass made for such a nice cushion. Nathan couldn't wait to abuse it.

“Are you ready?" he asked, eyebrow raised.

Forrest swallowed his spit.

“Y... yes..."

…

“Nnnghh!?"

“What the!?"

One moment the rec room was dark, the next moment, Forrest couldn't even see. The lights were so bright, they could be considered blinding. But all things soon came to an end, with the fox's eyes slowly relaxing to see his surroundings. Yes, this was a rec room; a couch, a coffee table, a few bookcases. All of it exuded the opulent nature one would suspect of a mansion of his size but...

Wait, why were the lights on?

“Eric?" Forrest snapped, turning to face his friend as he thought the bear had flipped a switch.

Much to his surprise, confusion, and even horror however, he noticed that his partner was shaking in his boots. Those wide eyes of Eric's were not looking at Forrest, but past him. In turn, the foxboy himself began to shiver, fearing whatever it was his friend was looking at. But in spite of those fears, he turned his head over ever so slowly, gazing into the direction Eric himself was staring at.

His eyes befell a man. Human species, burly build, long black hair, and golden-yellow eyes. Oh, and such sharp eyes as well. They were leering at Forrest in particular, the man's expression a callous scowl that lacked any sort of empathy. He was dressed in a cool manner as well; black slacks, a white undershirt, suspenders. It looked as if he had been up all night contemplating something, ah...

But... Forrest noticed none of that first. No, he was more curious as to that which laid in the man's hands. A gun, a pistol to be exact. And that pistol was pointed squarely at Forrest himself.

“Funny that," said the man, “I don't remember inviting guests over today."

“Gah... duh... uh... huaaah?" Forrest babbled back, unable to form a coherent sentence. Eric on the other hand.

“Holy shit! That's the Argus guy! Fuck! I'm outta here!"

“What!? Eric!?" Forrest shouted.

But his cries seemingly fell on deaf ears, for the bear bolted as soon as he could, running down the halls they just traveled through and leaving Forrest behind. The fox took a step towards his partner...

Snag!

“Ah!?"

But a hand suddenly grabbed upon the hood of his jacket, yanking him back. His eyes wheeled up towards the ceiling, for he was immediately thrown back into a nearby couch, crashing into it. He grunted and groaned, before locking his eyes back upon that 'Argus guy' as Eric so eloquently put it.

Through the gaps of his skull mask, Forrest met face to face with Nathan and his gun. The foxboy shivered in fear of the weapon, though the human himself seemed to be less bothered. Obviously; he was the one holding the gun.

“Shit! Ah! P-please! D-don't hurt me!" Forrest pleaded, which only caused Nathan's grip on his pistol to tighten further.

“I'll think about it," Nathan replied, the barrel of his weapon taking deadly aim with Forrest's chest, “Let me guess... heard rumors that I was out on vacation, and decided to try and score big?"

“What? How did you--?"

“I fired Johnny yesterday," Nathan answered as he cut Forrest off, “I realized someone working for me was leaking information, so I purposefully fed him false information to see if it was him..." he nodded, confirming his suspensions, “The bastard was spilling too many of my secrets. I hate that..." he focused his grip on his pistol once again, “Your mask... take it off..."

“Uh... huh... fuck!"

Grabbing the skull mask gently, Forrest pulled it off his face, revealing himself to the man before him. And in turn, Nathan cocked his head gently. Soft features, smooth cheeks, pointed chin, and... hm... rather sharp, feminine eyes. Pretty eyes too. It took Nathan by surprise, but only for a few moments before his overbearing glare returned.

“You... you're a girl?"

“What? Would you go easy on me if I was?" Forrest replied, though he couldn't help but to feel insulted that yet another person had mistaken him for a female, “I'm a boy."

“Really...?" Nathan replied, his tone being in such a way that it left Forrest feeling rather unsettled, “It's unfortunate... I'd hate to send such a pretty face to jail but..." he shrugged his shoulders, “I so truly do hate criminals and thieves."

“J-jail?" Forrest replied, eyes wide as he looked left and right in a shocked manner, “No! W-wait! N-no! Don't do that! Like! Umm... uhh... f-fuck! Please don't do that! Please! I-I'll do anything!"

Nathan raised an eyebrow.

“Anything?" he repeated.

“Huh? Uh... s-shit..."

Forrest was no fool; he knew what 'anything' implied. But when it came to one's freedom, was he really in a position to refute such a claim? He didn't want to go to jail, or prison, or whatever else have you, and it was clear how desperate he was at the moment. Shaking and shivering, sweat pouring from his brow, all whilst cursing Eric for the predicament he found himself in. Dammit! This was the bear's fault he was in this place! And look what he did! Turn tail and run the moment Nathan revealed himself with the gun in hand.

Some friend he is...

But speaking of Nathan, what was going through his mind? Unlike beastkin, human's typically lack finite details that can help alert him to his inner thoughts. No wagging tail, no twitching ears, none of that. He just stood there, silently, his golden-yellow eyes staring at him, endlessly.

Staring... staring... staring... nothing... nothing... nothing... until his lips finally began to move.

And he said.

“Open your mouth."

“What?" Forrest replied, his eyes quivering as he heard such a bizarre command.

“Don't play dumb with me. A face as pretty as yours, I'm sure you've done this quite a few times in our life," Nathan said rather sharply, further stabbing into Forrest with his words alone, “Open your mouth..."

The foxboy couldn't believe what he was hearing... but Nathan was right. Not foolish in the least bit, Forrest could tell when someone was gesturing towards that side of things. Asking for his mouth, commenting on his 'pretty' face, yeah, Forrest knew a thing or two about that. When there's men who aren't ashamed to ask for it, and who have a bit of money on hand, yeah, Nathan will do what he has to do to survive. Getting on his hands and knees before someone? It's despicable, but it beats going hungry.

“Wh-what... are you g-gay or something?" he remarked lowly, his last, vain attempt at being defiant, though his tone was incredibly defeated. That didn't stop Nathan from answering it however, and answering in the most surprising way Forrest could imagine.

“Yes," he said, taking the fox off guard, “If you were a woman, I would have called the police by now. But this?" he shook his head, “This is much better. Now then..." he leered at him sharply yet again, “Open. Your. Mouth."

Forrest bit his bottom lip, brown eyes glancing into he distance while he struggled to realize what was going on. This man... this man was about to force himself upon him, wasn't he? And if he didn't do as he was told, he would be going to jail. Now, despite living poorly like he did, Forrest had never been placed in this kind of situation before. Sure, some drunken fools have tried to force themselves upon him in the past, but that's just it; they've tried but never succeeded.

But Nathan was neither drunk, nor incompetent, and to make matters worse, he had that gun in his hand. Either Forrest did as he was told and gets to walk out free, he disobeys and gets sent to jail, or he acts unruly and gets shot. None of these were outcomes he wanted, but only one of them offered the chance of freedom.

So... begrudgingly...

Forrest faced Nathan yet gain, his eyes quivering as he opened his mouth up wide. The man peered deep into his mouth as well, seeing all those teeth, that tongue, and the oozing spit. Such a perfectly sized mouth, he'd have to say.

Nathan took a step forward, causing Forrest to shift himself on the couch. His mouth remained open however, while he began to pant harder and harder. With where Nathan stood and Forrest sat, they were in perfect position for, well... you know...

“Thieving like you and your friend did... hm... how much do you need this money?" the man asked.

“A-alot..." Forrest answered.

“Hm... what's your name?"

“F-Forrest..."

Nathan smiled.

“I see... well then..." he tapped his thigh, “Let's test that resolve, shall we, Forrest?"

The fox shivered from such words, his brown eyes gazing straight towards Nathan's pelvis. The man before him grabbed his zipper by the middle, slowly pulling it down, while Forrest quivered more and more. He thought about being defiant for a moment, perhaps punching the man straight in his dick, or getting up and running. But despite what was happening – or what was going to happen – Nathan never loosened his grip on that pistol in his hand, and he never pointed it away as well.

“P-please don't make me do this..." Forrest begged, his last attempt to stop this from occuring.

“It's too late for that," Nathan replied, “Besides... who knows..." and then he smirked, his zipper finally reaching the end, “You might even like it."

With Nathan's fly open, he reached his hand inside, grabbing a hold of his cock within. Forrest watched him do it too, that hand grabbing his penis, and pulling it free from the confides of his pants. It was big. Very big. Very long too. A thick cock that extended out and into the cool air of the rec room around them. Forrest swallowed his spit as he came face to face with this.

So this was a human's penis, huh? It wasn't red like a canine one, wasn't barbed like a feline one either. But it was veiny, and the head of it – the glands – was unique and bizarre. And was it Forrest, or did it get hard rather fast? It was like Nathan was hoping something like this would happen.

“You know what I want," Nathan said in no uncertain terms, “So are you just going to keep looking at it, or do you want to go home?"

Forrest thought about saying something defiant, but really, that just wasn't in him to do. The fox was just a demure, submissive type of person; he didn't have it in him to be abrasive. Besides, the last thing he wanted to do was give Nathan a reason to use that gun of his. So nodding, he positioned his face in front of the man's cock, opened his mouth, and...

“Narrrrlll... mmmmmffff..."

It tasted... weird. A burst of flavor that was hot and sweaty, salty and bitter thanks to that precum. All Forrest could do was fit about the first inch or so of Nathan's cock into his mouth, and already he felt a gag build up from his throat. Still, he sucked in earnest, pulling on the man's cock as best he could as his brown eyes looked up at him.

Nathan didn't really react much.

“Further," he ordered, taking Forrest off guard, “I know you can do it."

Looking at him in utter disbelief, the foxboy wondered just what was going on in Nathan's head. He wanted him to do more? How!? His cock was fucking huge! Just fitting this much into his mouth was difficult, and Nathan wanted more? Forrest whimpered, but with that gun still there, he knew he couldn't disobey.

So he pushed in more.

“Hrrrrmmmmmmfffff!?"

Another inch, and already he felt like his jaw as splitting open. It hurt to push his mouth down on this dick, but Forrest did it. Sucking in more and more Nathan's cock, that delicious taste continuing to ooze upon his tongue. He guided it in deeper, his teeth gracing the length, while his tongue traveled to cradle its underside. It twitched and throbbed inside of Forrest's mouth, the fox's ears twitching and his tail hanging low.

How much more of this would he need to endure? If he got Nathan to cum, would he be allowed to run free? And what of Eric? Where was his friend? Gone, right? Haaa... shit. Well, Forrest didn't have much to believe in, but he latched onto the thought of making Nathan cum. The sooner he got that to happen, the sooner he could be free of this place.

It was all he had...

“Mmm... mmmf... mmmm..."

The fox began pumping his lips upon Nathan's cock, his tongue even licking and lapping at the sides of it. His oral wasn't the best, but it was clear he had to do such a thing in the past. He wasn't a virgin, to put it lightly, and Nathan was beginning to realize that.

“Mmm?"

His hand suddenly fell on Forrest's head, causing the fox to stop. He looked up towards his captor, when pressure started pushing down on the back of his head. Eyes wide, the fox found himself being forced even deeper on Nathan's cock, sucking on him hard. Spit and precum mixed together within his mouth, creating such a sticky, gooey substance that broke from the cracks of his lips. Moving his hands up and placing them on Nathan's thighs, he braced himself for impact as the fellatio grew so violent.

“Mmmfff! Mmmfff! Mmmmffff! Mmmmmffff!"

In and out, back and forth, Nathan began pushing and pulling his cock from Forrest's mouth. It wasn't the fastest, but it was clearly faster than what the fox was used to. He struggled to keep up with the pace, his gag reflex causing him to spit, and the desire to bite Nathan threatening to overtake him.

But stronger minds prevailed, fearing what the man would do with that gun if he did accidentally clamp down with his teeth. Instead he gripped hard upon Nathan's thighs, clinging close to him, while his own cock began to stir in his pants.

Was he... getting turned on by all of this?

“HAAARRUMMMMPHHHHHGHGHGGHGH!?"

Forrest tensed up fiercely as he was brought down and held down against Nathan's cock. The socialite kept him there too, not letting the fox up no matter how much he coughed and spat. Forrest's eyes were as wide as lights as he did so, unable to breathe, unable to move, only able to taste Nathan's dick as he smelled his musk. That length kept throbbing so crazily inside of his mouth as well, pulsing as if it were about to gift him its load. But right before Forrest could make Nathan cum – right before the human blasted his mouth full of his white-hot seed – the man pulled away.

“HACK!? ACK!? KOFF!? KOFF!? URGGHH!? KOFF!?"

Forrest pulled back, eyes closed and body doubled over as he struggled to regain his breath. He drooled so much as well, with it pouring over his lips and falling into his hands. What the fuck? Did Nathan get off on shit like this? Taking one look at him desperately gave Forrest his answer.

Nathan still had that same, stoic, indifferent, cool look to him, as if nothing was going on. Casual and calm, he gazed down upon Forrest with the same face one would give to a mere object or toy. It sent shivers down the fox's spine, who curled inwardly in a defeated manner. He couldn't even muster up the strength to say something defiant, instead opting to look away.

He wouldn't look away for much longer.

Tug?

“Huh? What!? No!? Not ag-- MMMFFFF!?"

Mouth wide, Forrest was once gain pulled and forced upon Nathan's dick, sucking his cock hard. Somehow, things were even more intense now, with Forrest taking in the scent of something else added into the mix. Forrest could smell two arousing scents, mixing together in this sweltering heat. One was clearly Nathan's, smelling like honey and sweat. The other smell was Forrest's own, reminding him of just how hard his dick was in his pants right now.

What the hell? He was – for all intents and purposes – being raped, but was getting turned on by it? This human's cock was deep into his mouth, practically choking him, but that didn't stop his penis from getting hard! Was he always this freaky? This lewd? It angered Forrest, made him want to bite even, but his docile nature kept him in check.

And Nathan knew this. Human though he may be, his eyes were as tight as a hawk's, leering down upon Forrest in a way that allowed no secrets to be hidden. From this moment alone, it was like he could tell everything there was to know about the feminine foxboy.

“Grrgh!? Grggh!? Grrgh!?"

Nathan's cock began throbbing in Forrest's mouth, his eyes widening as realization befell him. He knew what was coming, and there was no stopping it. Nathan was about to cum, and he was going to cum right into Forrest's mouth. The fox wanted to pull away, but the man's hand on the back of his head kept him pinned. Despite wanting to get Nathan to cum as fast as possible, now that he was faced with the possibility of a filled mouth, the fox wanted to pull away.

No, anything but this! He'd even take a facial!

But Nathan did not budge, did not break. No, he kept Forrest there on his cock, choking him, holding him down, tighter and tighter and tighter until finally...

“Hmm..."

“MMMMFGGRRGHHH!?"

Cum. So much hot, gooey, burning, cum. Forrest's eyes bulged as his mouth was filled with Nathan's seed, the bitter, salty taste driving him nearly insane. His cock too stirred in his pants, threatening to break through the jeans he was wearing.

Shit, this had never happened before. Shit, what should he do now? Letting that cum sit on his tongue, pooling in his mouth; should he spit it out? Yes, yes he should! Once Nathan allowed him to pull back, that is.

“GRRRGKKGGHHH!?"

Any second now...

“HRRRRGGHHK?! GGGKKRRGH!?"

Yup! Any second now!!!

“GRRRRGGGHHKLGHH!? HRRRKKGGHH!? HRRRKGHH!?"

What? Was Nathan trying to choke him to death? So much cum was in his mouth, he was coughing on his dick, and he even felt some of that spunk ooze into his throat. Forrest coughed yet again, before finally – finally! - that hold on the back of his head began to relax. Nathan released his grip on the fox's head, letting him pull back and finally breathe.

Only to cough. So much spit, so much cum. So, yeah, he just coughed.

“Hack!? Ack!? Kaafck!? Aaack!?"

His hands cupped beneath his mouth, coughing some of Nathan's cum in his hands, but before he could fully spit it all out...

“No," said the man, causing Forrest to look up at him through his haggard eyes, “Swallow it..."

What the hell!? Was he serious!? He wanted him to fucking swallow it!? Where did he get off making such a claim of him? Surprise even showed on Forrest's face as he looked at Nathan, astonished by the brazen command he gave. But he didn't break, didn't bend. No, his golden-yellow eyes continued to beam down upon Forrest, causing the fox to wilt, showing more of that weak, demure side. Cum oozing from his lips, he truly looked like a child about to be reprimanded by their parent.

“Swallow it..." Nathan said again.

Forrest nodded, closed his mouth, and...

Gulp...

Damn, it slid down his throat so slowly, so weirdly. It was like he was drinking pudding with how it traveled into his body. Forrest coughed yet again, but kept the cum down, swallowing it until not a bit remained. It left him panting when it was all over, his brown eyes looking back up towards Nathan in a weak manner.

“Haaah... th-there..." he whispered, his body trembling, “C-can I go now... p-please...?"

Nathan cocked his head.

…

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

“HYYAAAAAAH! DADDY! DAAAADDYYY! AAAAHHHNNN!"

Legs spread, hands pressed up against the wall, and his hard cock dangling in the air, Forrest was pounded up against concrete wall, with Nathan's dick slamming so hard against him. It pushed in deep into his anus, with the only resistance being the good kind. Forrest was tight in a way that gave Nathan maximum pleasure, with his asshole clenching and tugging upon every inch of his dominating dick.

And the foxboy loved it.

His brown eyes were rolling back, his face the absolute portrait of sluttiness. Tongue extended, he clung to the wall tightly as his Daddy pounded his backdoor without a care in the world. Every thrust of his body pushed and threw Forrest up, forcing groans and moans from the foxboy as well. They were still out there in this alleyway, and yet Forrest didn't even bother to try and contain his voice. With all the pleasure surging through him at the moment, how could he think about anything as stupid as keeping his voice down?

“Hyaaaaaah! Fuuuuck! Daaadyyyy!" he cried, with Nathan's grip on his waist increasing as well.

And fuck Nathan did. His cock kept pushing into his pet, his pelvis tapping against that nice, rounded ass. Whenever he slammed into his pet's body, that rounded ass of Forrest's would quake and wobble. The strength behind his thrusting was so great, pushing his cock deeper, and deeper, and deeper!

Forrest could barely keep up, and really, he didn't even try. He merely pushed his ass out, letting his Daddy fuck him for all he was worth, using his body as his own personal plaything. Not like Forrest didn't like it, not with how hard his cock was.

It was so long and thick now, the fox spewing his own precum all over the wall before him. He was drooling a lot as well, even as he bit into his bottom lip to finally try and keep his voice down. It didn't work, not with all the growls and groans he was giving, and with how his Daddy fucked him so hard. Slamming in deep, pulling out, slamming in, pulling out, it was...

Euphoria...

“Hyaaaahhnn! Ahhhnnn! Cumming! Nnnghhh! C-cumming! CUUUMMMIINNNGGGG!!!"

And this? Another change his Daddy gave him. This inability to stop himself from cumming so fast and hard. Not only could he not cum without Nathan there to do it to him, but he also couldn't last as long. Then again, maybe that wasn't a change, maybe that was just how good Nathan fucked him.

Yeah... that sounds more like it.

“Cumming! Cumming! Cumming! Cumming!" Forrest repeated, over and over again, “Cumming! Cumming! Fucking! Aaah! Hyaaaah! Cumming! Cum-MMIIINNNNGGG!? Gah-haaah! Gaaaaaaahh!"

Legs jutting forward and teeth biting into his bottom lip, Forrest's dick throbbed in the air. From his slit, a bullet of spunk shot out upon the wall before him, followed by a thicker stream that continued to ooze upon the wall in front of him. Forrest nearly fell forward, his legs weak, but still strong enough to keep him standing. He needed to lean up against the wall for support even more now, while his panting continued to fill the air more and more.

“Haaah... haaaah... D-Daddy..." he groaned before swallowing his spit.

“I have to get back to work, Forrest," Nathan whispered, causing the fox's ears to twitch, “So... let's make this quick."

“Yes... right... I will," Forrest replied as he turned around, looking at his Daddy with such lustful eyes, “Since I got it so dirty, let me clean it for you."

Nathan nodded, with Forrest smiling in a kooky, lust-drunk manner. Taking one step towards his Daddy, the foxboy quickly fell down onto his knees, positioning himself before his crotch and cock. Despite sucking it just earlier in the car, Forrest was already drooling at the prospect of round two. And with the bitter tang of his own anus resonating from that dick, he knew it would taste even better.

Placing one hand on Nathan's thigh, Forrest's other hand grabbed a hold of his cock, gently stroking it off. It was still at maximum hardness, still oozing his precum, with it falling from the tip and splattering upon the ground. Extending his tongue, he caught some of that precum upon it, swooning from the delicious taste. Brown eyes glowing with such heavy arousal, he continued to stroke Nathan's cock, pulling out as much precum as he could before he finally tasted from it.

The perfect visage of lust and arousal, all thanks to Nathan's training. His sensual body, his feminine physique, high-pitched, girlish moans, and the dirty acts he'd perform; all of these things were thanks to Nathan and Nathan alone.

It made him smile.

“Mmmmffff..."

So hungry for his Daddy's Dick, Forrest sucked it into his mouth and hard. His lips pulled and pumped on it so sensually, running over the veins, the glands, all of it. He tasted so heavenly as well, the flavor maximized as he moaned and groaned, sucking him in, deeper, deeper, deeper.

Can you believe there was a point in time where he hated this?

Once again guiding his tongue along the underside of Nathan's cock, Forrest could feel it pulsate in that telltale sign that said he was about to cum. Only his Daddy could have him suck his dick, then fuck him in the ass, and still not to have cum yet. The control he had over his body was immaculate, and the control he had over Forrest's body was liberating.

Yeah... hm... does that make any sense?

“I can feel it, Daddy," Forrest said as he licked the side of his Nathan's cock, “Mmm... how do you want to cum on me? In my mouth? On my face?" he pursed his lips, kissing the head of his dick, “Somewhere else?" he looked back down towards his cock, “I just want you deep inside of me..."

Forrest wasn't always like this, just so you know.

“Mmmfff..."

But he began sucking yet again, aiming to clean off Nathan's cock as well as he could. One hand on his thigh, the other hand around the base of his cock, sucking, pulling, licking, spitting, all of it. Building Nathan's pleasure, higher and higher and higher and higher and higher until finally...

“Nnghh...!"

Euphoria.

…

“No..."

“N-No!? What do you mean!? You came! And I swallowed it!"

“Yes... I did, and yes, you did. But no."

Forrest's eyes were as large as saucers as Nathan denied his request to leave, unsure of what he could say. At first he babbled, then he got angry,but soon after he started to tear up. He wasn't crying quite yet, but sobs and sniffles started to escape him. Now he was trying to act like a defiant mouse, baring fangs and acting indignant against his assailant.

It didn't work.

“You want to leave, right?" Nathan asked, stating the blatantly obvious, “Well... you can leave... but..."

“B-b-but... what...?" Forrest asked back, shivering in place, because he knew what was coming next. It was inevitable.

“Turn around."

Yup. Inevitable.

“Fuck! Shit! Please don't!" Forrest cried, his head shaking, “Anything but that!"

“Begging now? What? Are you still afraid of my gun?" Nathan asked, eyebrow raised, “Well... I am not without mercy... so... hah..."

And just like that, he tossed the pistol aside. It landed softly in a nearby chair, with Forrest's eyes growing wide at the sight of it. He couldn't believe what he was seeing; did Nathan just do that? He could run, right? Bolt straight out through the door? Or... well... one of these doors? He could but... wouldn't Nathan just grab the gun again anyway? Besides, the human man looked more than capable of slamming him to the ground anyway. If he did try to run away, there were probably a dozen ways Nathan could go about stopping him.

But... at least the gun is away... that's something, right?

“Now, with that out of the way..." Nathan said, his eyes growing sharper, “Turn. Around."

It was like a weight had been lifted from Forrest's shoulders... but he was still bound by invisible chains. Perhaps they too could be unlocked if he did as he was told, much like getting Nathan to put aside his pistol. So Forrest nodded, his lips, no, his entire body, still trembling after what happened. Anticipation was biting at him like a snake, and he knew what was going to happen. He knew it, and there was no stopping it.

But he didn't stop, did he? No, he turned around, his hands laid on the edge of the couch as he pushed out her butt. Looking over his shoulder towards Nathan, he looked so pathetic and weak, even whimpering in defeat. There was nothing stopping his captor, and they both knew that.

So Nathan looked Forrest up and down, from that long hair to that slender back, and down towards his buttocks. He was wearing jeans, jeans that did little to hide the nice shape of his ass, really. It was peach-shaped, Nathan would have to say.

“Have you ever...?"

“N-no... I haven't..."

“I see..." Nathan smiled, “So... this would be your...?"

“Please don't. J-just let me go! I-I'm sorry for trying to steal from you! I-it was stupid!"

“Yes... yes it was but..." he shook his head, “Fhh... it'll hurt at first. But you'll learn to like it."

There was no changing his opinion, was there? Nathan was going to fuck him... rape him, and there was nothing Forrest could've done to stop him! He was afraid, scared, shivering... but a part of him was still aroused. It showed between his legs, a red cock protruding from his sheathe that was still so hard. Why?

Forrest shook his head, gripped harder upon the edge of the couch, even bit into his bottom lip... but he didn't do anything to stop Nathan. Perhaps he had resigned himself to this fate. Maybe he was just so weak that he couldn't even stop this from happening. Hell, maybe a part of him even wanted this to happen. Regardless, he didn't do a damn thing but sit there. Sit there and shiver.

“Hngg!?"

At first, Nathan grabbed his waist, his fingers reaching around to unzip Forrest's pants. He wouldn't be asking this time, no, he'd just be taking. Unzipping his jeans, then freeing them, and then pulling them down Forrest's body, along with his underwear. The fox closed his eyes even tighter as he bit his bottom lip, but his cock remained so hard.

And soon it was free, the cool air of the rec room gracing his sweaty body. He shook again, but once again, didn't do anything to actually stop Nathan.

Pat...

“Hrrrgg..."

What was that? Oh, that as Nathan's cock, already so hard, and already rubbing along the crack of Forrest's ass. Didn't he just cum? Shouldn't it have, ya'know, shrunken? But here it was again, ready and roaring to go. And with where it was, he was already so close to Forrest's virgin ass.

Maybe, juuuust maybe, if he begged hard enough, Nathan would stop. But... why would he? Why would he stop? He already got Forrest to suck his cock and swallow his cum, something he's never done before. Hell, he even choked the fox while he was at it. So... why would he stop now?

Dammit! Maybe if he wasn't so pathetic! Maybe if he wasn't so demure! Maybe if he wasn't so girly! Then maybe this wouldn't be happening.

Maybe...

“HRRRRGGGHHHHH!?"

There was no warning, no preparation, no nothing. Nathan just started pushing his cock into Forrest's ass, with the only lube being the spit on his dick. It burned. It hurt. It pained him. It widened Forrest out, inch by inch, centimeter by centimeter. His ass struggled to hold this all in, and the fox clearly tensed up in desperate need to stop this foreign invader.

And for Nathan, he reveled in it. There were no calm, soothing words to help the fox relax, no guide he could give to make this easier. No, he just pushed his dick inside of Forrest's ass, stealing his anal virginity, and hurting him all the while.

The pressure was intense, like his ass was being torn apart. And the more it hurt – the further Nathan pushed in – the harder and harder Forrest clenched. But the man didn't care, and he continued to claim every inch of the fox's asshole for his own. His grip on Forrest's hips also tightened, pulling back on him and further trapping him.

There was no escape. And after what felt like an eternity, they had properly become one.

“See...?" Nathan said, his authoritarian voice ringing into Forrest's ears, “I told you it would hurt at first."

“Fuck!? Shit! Nngh!? It burns!" Forrest replied, much to the man's amusement.

“Yeah... I know..."

Gripping Forrest's waist tighter, Nathan's golden-yellow eyes became hard like a hawks. There was no escape from the fox boy, with even his tail raised high to flaunt his stolen asshole. Good. So he drew back his hips and...

Pat!

“FUCAAAHK!?"

Pushed them in. Then he drew back his hips again and...

Pat!

“Gaaahhhaaaahhhaaa!"

Pushed them in again. Then he drew back his hips yet again and...

Pat!

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! AHAHH!"

Pushed them in yet again.

Over and over again, Nathan set up this slow, arduous pace, of pushing in and pulling out. Forrest wasn't sure if he was doing it to make him feel better, or doing it because he got some sick thrill out of it. Probably the latter, considering what was going on right now. Why would he even bother with going easy on the foxboy now?

“Gaahahh! It hurts! Please stop! S-sir! Please!"

“Oh, so it's 'sir' now?" Nathan asked as he continued to fuck Forrest's ass, “Using honorifics will get you nowhere... but it is appreciated.

“I'm sorry! Gah! I'm so, so, sorry! Haaaah! Please stop! Nnnghhh! A-at least slow down!"

“Speed up? Gotcha..."

“NONONONONONONO! THAT'S NOT WHAT I--" PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! “FUCK! HAAAH! SHIT! HAAAAAAHHNNN!"

Okay, now Nathan no longer cared about his feelings. The pace he put on was suddenly so quick, so strong, slamming in and out of Forrest's ass without a care in the world. The foxboy was pushed up harder against the couch, with their rampant fucking causing the couch beneath them to shake and quiver.

Nathan's hips held so much power within them, causing Forrest's ass to ripple following each impact. But the longer this went on and the stronger he became, the less it started to hurt. Yeah, there was a bit of pain there, but the pain felt... good, for some reason. Forrest didn't know if he was losing his mind or just fully submitting, but the pain he felt didn't feel as bad anymore. Yeah, it was first replaced by a numbness... and soon after that, it was replaced with...

Something else.

“Hrrrrghghh! Hrrrggghh! Hrrrrgghh!"

Each grunt was in time with Nathan's thrusts, tears falling from Forrest's eyes, and spit from his mouth. But it was hard to tell if these tears were of pain anymore, or pleasure. Much like before when he was sucking Nathan's cock, the foxboy's dick was hard in spite of himself. He should have hated this, fought more, fought harder... but he didn't. And a part of him he even started to enjoy it.

No, no, no! He couldn't like this! He couldn't cum! If he came from this, what kind of sick freak would he be? The kind that gets off from being raped? Like... who does that!?

But the longer this went on, the harder it was to fight off these feelings. An overwhelming sense of pleasure started to overtake Forrest, with all the buttons in his ass being poked, prodded, and rubbed against. His dick was throbbing too, precum falling on the couch beneath him as he was fucked harder and harder and harder.

“Stop it please!" he cried, his last, vain attempt to end this, “I can't take it anymore! I don't want it! I don't want to--"

“Cum?" Nathan answered, his head shaking, “Haaa... poor boy..." he then stopped, but only so that he could properly align himself. Align himself up with what though? Well... “You can't stop that anymore than you can stop me."

PAT!

And he struck it. Struck what? Why, Forrest's prostate. Naturally for a virgin like him, it sent the foxboy on overdrive.

“HYAAAAAAAAHHHNNNNN!!!"

SPURRRRRTTTT!!!

Biting his bottom lip while his eyes turned cross, Forrest shot his pelvis forward as he began cumming, and cumming hard. He shot his seed all over the couch, plastering it white with his spunk as his soul practically left his body. It left Forrest dazed, but also content and even pleased. He was floating around in a state of ecstasy, with all control over his body being lost. Forrest staggered for a bit, gazed up towards the ceiling, and then...

Thud!

…

“Mmmfff... mmmfff.. mmmfff..."

Such alluring, slutty, brown eyes. They looked up towards the face of his Daddy, while his cock laid deep into his mouth. He felt the warmth of Nathan's spunk, filling his mouth and gifting him the seed he so hungrily craved for. It filled him, coated his tongue, his teeth, leaving it all white. Forrest smiled, with Nathan giving him a cool, coy smirk in response.

The foxboy began to slooooooowly pull back, spit and cum hanging from his lips. It hung from those slutty lips like a bridge, connecting him to his Daddy's dick even when he pulled back. Looking down, now Nathan's cock was fully cleaned, radiating from the glow of spit. That didn't stop Forrest from rubbing his cock, cleaning off the spit with his hand while he swallowed that spunk down.

“Mmmm... fuaaaah... haaaa... amazing, Daddy," Forrest said, smiling from cheek to cheek, “Haaaah... I'm so happy you could have relieved yourself with me."

“Haaa... I only wish I could go home already," Nathan answered, while the foxboy finished down there by zipping up his pants.

“You work so hard, Daddy," Forrest remarked as he stood up tall, “I'd be lost if it wasn't for you..." he then leaned in, his lips pursing, “I owe everything to you."

Clinging gently to Nathan, Forrest felt his arms wrap around his waist, bringing him into a much needed kiss. It was slow, passionate, and sent a thrill running down the foxboy's spine. But it didn't last long enough, with Nathan pulling back, his more aloof and nonchalant visage placed on his face.

“I can still drive you back to the manor if you want," said Nathan, to which Forrest shook his head.

“No thank you, Daddy," he replied, before hopping up and down with his tail giving a wag, “I'm... rather energetic now. I think I'll walk."

“Are you sure?"

“Yes, I'm sure. Heh heh..."

Nathan raised an eyebrow for a moment or two, before smiling and nodding. If Forrest wanted to walk, far be it from him to make him not do so. Even though, yeah, he totally could force the fox back into the car.

“Okay... suit yourself," Nathan said as he shrugged his shoulders, “Hm... oh right... let me get you your things."

Walking back over to the SUV, Nathan reached inside to grab things Forrest would kinda need. You know, like his purse, his jacket, his pants. Yeah, those were still in the car. Oops. Naturally, Forrest scrambled for them, putting them all on and looking down the alleyway to make sure no one was there. The last thing he wanted was for someone to see him with his cock dangling about.

“Be safe walking home," Nathan said once Forrest was finished dressing himself, with the CEO himself getting into his car.

“And you be safe driving, Daddy," Forrest said with a smirk, causing Nathan to roll his eyes.

It was nothing more than playful however, with him even smirking soon after. But before he left, he leaned his head out of the window one last time, entering into a kiss with Forrest that made the fox's tail wag violently. But like before, it was not made to last, with Nathan pulling away and shifting his gaze to the alley in front of him. Foot to the gas and hands on the steering wheel, he began driving off, leaving Forrest behind.

The fox stood there for a few moments as well, holding upon the strap of his purse and kneading it gently. His heart was still fluttering at the sight of Nathan, but he didn't say a word. Ah, no need to think about it though; he needed to get a move on.

So he started walking off.

…

“Haaaaa.... haaaaaa... haaaaa... hnn... hnnnn?"

This... this wasn't his bed. His bed was springy, rough, uncomfortable. And... these weren't his blankets either. His blankets were thin and flimsy, being more like paper than anything someone would want to sleep in. So... what the hell was this?

“Nnghh... wh-where am I?"

Looking up and around, Forrest's eyes fell not on the terrible bedroom of his shared apartment, but instead the spacious rec room of a certain mansion. He groaned, his brown eyes glancing over towards a nearby window, where sunlight beamed into his face. That too made him flinch, with the foxboy pulling back, only to fall over the couch's edge and stumble upon the floor.

“Oof!? Hah! What the hell!?" he grunted as he struggled back to his feet, brown eyes glancing right, then left, and back again, “Wh-what...? I'm still here? What... oh no..."

Closing his eyes, Forrest remembered last night. Being talked into stealing from this rich mansion, sneaking inside with Eric, only for the owner of the mansion – Nathan Argus himself – to catch the both of them in the act. He held him at gunpoint while Eric – the fucker – ran off, leaving him behind. And then Nathan forced him to suck his dick, and further beyond, he fucked him on that couch as well.

Forrest could still taste him in his mouth, and the less said about his pained ass, the better. Holding those blankets up close to his naked body, the foxboy closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, feeling seconds away from breaking down into further crying. He didn't even know where he should go from now. Should he return home? How could he face Eric again after his 'friend' so callously left him? But where else did he have to go than that dingy apartment? And... actually, what of Nathan? Where was he?

“Oh... so you're awake now."

“HOLY SHIT!?"

Hopping up, Forrest looked in the direction of where the voice came from. His eyes fell upon a certain, sharply-dressed, burly man, one who was fixing the collar of the button-up shirt he was wearing at the moment. He was casual yet again, his face aloof and indifferent, though his golden-yellow eyes glanced down towards the table between them.

“I made you some breakfast," Nathan said, drawing Forrest's eyes down to the table as well, his gaze dropping upon pancakes and bacon, “I hope you like it."

On one hand, Forrest couldn't believe how casual Nathan was playing things. He was his aggressor, his captor, his rapist! On the other hand, the foxboy didn't really have a good meal the previous night, so once the smell of that breakfast food hit his sensitive nose, he attacked it.

“NOMPH! MMMFFFF! NOMPH! HRRMMPHH! NOMPH!"

Nathan cocked his head at how vicious Forrest was being at the moment, going between the pancakes, the bacon, and the orange juice, with very little time between. The fox didn't even bother with pouring syrup on the pancakes, he was that hungry!

But all good things had to come to an end, with Forrest slowing up and gazing towards Nathan. Once again, he had this abrasive glare in his eyes, trying to appear strong and defiant... yet still failing miserably at it. But Nathan didn't say anything, didn't even smile or taunt him. He just... watched.

“Can I go now...?" Forrest asked, venom in his voice.

“But of course," Nathan said as he gestured towards a nearby chair with his head, where Forrest's clothes laid, “I went through the trouble of cleaning your clothes while you slept. They looked like they needed it."

“Y-you undressed me!?" the foxboy snapped.

“You sound insulted... I'm sure I've done much worse to you before," Nathan answered, a teasing grin adorning his lips.

Well... he had him there.

“I-I can't believe you!" Forrest said as he scrambled for his clothes, “I know you're rich, but do rich jackasses get off on raping people!?"

Nathan didn't answer that and instead became silent, making Forrest think he finally had an up on the rich man. But it became increasingly clear to the fox that the man didn't answer him not because he had no reply, but because he merely ignored the question in the first place. It just wasn't important enough to even dignify with an answer.

“You're poor, aren't you?" Nathan instead asked, making Forrest grunt.

“What? Are you the world's greatest detective or something," the fox replied in a rare bit of sass from him, “I'm no thrill-seeker or something... my friend or... fuck him... Eric and I just needed money..." he closed his eyes and growled, struggling to keep in all of his emotions, “Fuck! I can't believe I listened to him! I-I--!?"

“Tell me... do you like being poor?"

“The fuck kinda question is that!?" Forrest snapped back, “Of course I hate being poor! How could you ask something so stupid!?"

“Hm... hmm... hm..." Nathan shrugged his shoulders, “I wonder..."

“J-just keep wondering then! Fuck you!" Forrest shouted before shaking his head, “Can I leave now, please?"

“Yes... yes, you may go," said the man with a nod, with Forrest standing up, “But..."

“But? But nothing! Fuck you, you fucking creep!" the fox shouted whilst walking for his clothes, “Ah! I should report you or... fuck!"

“Oh please, you know reporting won't do anything," Nathan said coyly and casually, “You sneaked your way into my mansion attempting to steal from me. You are the criminal. Besides, I own the police here. Who else will give them those shiny new cars and suits and guns they require..."

“Haaah... shit..."

Forrest's words were a farce anyway. Even if the fox did have some sort of case, he lacked the courage or even self-worth to actually do such a thing. Besides, taking a look at Nathan's face, and the fox could tell he didn't believe his minor threat anyway. He couldn't even lie properly.

“'But', what?" Forrest said as he pulled his shirt up close to his chest, covering himself with it, “You said I may go, 'but'..." he raised an eyebrow, “'But' what? What? Are there police outside right now, ready to arrest me?"

“No... I wouldn't waste the time," Nathan said as he shrugged his shoulders, “I said 'but' because if you left, you wouldn't have given me the time to offer you a job."

“A... a job?" Forrest replied, understandably confused by such a thing, “Who talks like this!? Are you a fucking machine or something!?"

“Imagine this instead," Nathan said, once again ignoring the fox's shouting, “I've been... desiring a pet as of late, a personal little plaything. Someone who will do whatever it is I ask of them, whenever I ask of it."

“Then buy a fucking dog! I'm outta here!"

“Now why would I buy a dog, if I have you here?" he chuckled, “I prefer fox's anyway."

“Please stop talking like that! I-it scares me!"

“Haa... okay, fine," Nathan nodded, “I'll be blunt with you. Forrest... be my pet."

“Shit... what does that even mean?" Forrest said as he brought his arms up in a defensive manner yet again, “I can't be your... shit... I'm a... I'm not a dog..."

“Think of it this way... if you be my pet, you'll never want for anything," Nathan explained, which actually caused the fox's ears to twitch. “Food... clothes... shelter... all of that will be taken care of. You can live with me... I'll buy you whatever clothes and whatever food you like. You just have to agree to become my pet."

“So you'll give me a house, clothes, and food... I just have to agree to be your slave." Forrest said in a matter of fact manner, disbelief blatant in his tone.

“No... not a slave, a pet," Nathan corrected, “I could throw money at any fool to be a slave. Money... money opens many, many doors..." he shook his head, “But this door... I can't open with money. I want something... more."

“Haa... shit... I can't believe this is happening."

“The choice is yours, naturally," Nathan said in response, “I wouldn't force you to do this anyway. That's not the point. No... the point is to have you submit. To willingly give yourself up as a pet. So..." he cocked his head, “The door is right over there. If you wish to leave, then you can leave. But if you want to stay and be my pet... just call me 'Daddy'."

Forrest choked on the air when Nathan said that. Call him 'Daddy'? Jeeze, this guy was crazy... insane, even! Just replaying his words in his head caused Forrest a great bit of distress. He visibly shook because of this, his brown eyes glancing one way, then the other, and back again. He wanted to say something but... he just couldn't.

So... his life and everything he'd ever want for would be taken care of... but he had to be Nathan's pet, right? That was the terms of this... whatever it is. Forrest shook his head just thinking about it, while every fiber of his being screamed 'no'.

This man raped him, forced him to do things he had never done before. It was disgusting... putrid! He should hate Nathan! He did hate Nathan... right? He did hate him... right?

Well...

Dammit, he really was submissive, wasn't he? He couldn't even believe he was entertaining this thought for longer than a few seconds. He should've just said no and left already but... he was still there, looking away, mulling it over.

Food. Clothes. Shelter. Things that had eluded him for years now. And he wouldn't be living with just anyone, he'd be living with an extremely wealthy man. He'd get the greatest foods, the finest clothes, all whilst living in this immaculate mansion. He just had to agree to be Nathan's pet in order to get this.

Shit... fuck... what did that even mean? Be his pet? His plaything, his... toy. And, what, call him 'Daddy' as he did so? A part of Forrest wanted to vomit at the thought, wanted to shout and yell, wanted to even attack Nathan. Of course, he did none of that. He didn't attack him, didn't vomit, didn't yell, didn't do anything.

He just sat there... and sat there... and sat there...

Truly, humans are scary.

“Haaah... shit... fuck... o-okay... D-Daddy..."

Nathan smiled.