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(Content Warning: Suicidal thoughts.)

Everything felt wrong. The cloudy fog that erased Will's troubles had faded, but instead of enduring a few minutes of sweating male on his back before the sweet singing fire of drugs took him back to the blissful embrace of nothingness, all he could feel was the awful ache of withdrawal. Raising his tail, he looked around, his blurred vision searching for the needle that would end his suffering.

Heaving sobs soon replaced Will's groggy search for relief, nausea suffusing his mind as his insides cramped and writhed. Agony greater than he'd ever felt erased all sense of time, and his muscles seized, his body flopping on the soft surface beneath him while his arms remained stubbornly bound. Eventually, the pain became too much, and he blacked out.

"Poor thing." A gentle touch woke the fox as fingers stroked over his cheek, their presence like knives scraping against his skin. A warm cloth seared his fur, wiping away something caked on his cheek, and the rest of his body felt damp and freezing. As he opened his eyes, the blurry figure of something huge with brown fur appeared from the dim light. Sweet masculine musk poured from the figure, churning Will's stomach with its strength.

"Don't pull at your restraints, sweetheart. You're still in withdrawal, and I don't want you to hurt yourself." Reaching below Will's view, the figure brought a spoon to the fox's lips, pressing forward until he allowed something mushy and mostly flavorless to fill his mouth. Fingers slowly massaged the fox's throat to encourage him to swallow, soft pads large enough to enfold his windpipe applying the barest pressure.

Choking on the flavorless mush, Will suppressed a gag, a hoarse whine gathering in his throat as he blinked dull, listless eyes at his captor. "Please. I'll suck your fuckin' dick, or you can fuck me without lube. I don't give a shit. Give me drugs." His voice filled with the pitiful desperation that fueled his tooth-grinding, aching desire to forget his existence; he opened his cracked lips, letting his dry tongue roll out in invitation.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, baby boy. You'll make it through this, I promise." Forcing a bitter pill past Will's lips, the figure held his mouth shut as he gagged and whimpered until he swallowed it. The plastic mouth of a bottle touched his lips once the hard lump started its journey down his throat, his dry, cracked maw soothed by room temperature water. "This should help with nausea. We'll try to get more food in you once it kicks in. You look like you haven't eaten in weeks."

"Fuck you, old man. Shoot me up or fuck off." Snarling his words, Will fought against the stranger's efforts, pulling ineffectually at his restraints. He didn't need food or water. He needed fucking drugs to forget that he existed. That was the deal. Let his dealer rape him as often as he liked in exchange for a steady supply of the shit that erased everything. He could already feel reality returning, along with the dark thoughts that urged him to end it all.

Ignoring Will's feeble attempts, the stranger stood and walked away without another word, his footsteps receding into the distance. Good. Will didn't need charity. Hopefully, he didn't come back, and Will could end this agony alone in the dark, as he deserved. Starving to death was nothing compared to the pain of existence.

Over the next few days, or what Will assumed were days, the patient figure would return to him, cleaning the mess from his fur with gentle fingers and changing the bedding beneath him where his tortured body let loose. A mouthful, then two, of what he now realized was oatmeal passed his lips each time, followed by another bitter pill and half a bottle of water.

With each passing moment, the agony lessened until Will could see again, and his joints only protested occasionally rather than screaming with pain at the slightest movement. Will stared at a body he didn't recognize, covered in patchy, thin fur over skeletal features, thrust back into reality by his newfound sobriety. It was a wonder he wasn't already dead. It seemed his dealer was fond of using him but didn't realize or care that Will needed food. Not that he cared, either. Death would have been a relief.

Before Will's memories could come flooding back, he heard the creak of the door again, his stomach growling for the first time in days. As the dark brown figure made his way to Will's side, he realized that the ma that nursed him was a brown bear with fluffy fur and a physique that looked more suited to sitting on a couch than anything else. Green eyes, set in a chubby-cheeked face, unclouded by the blur of Will's withdrawal, looked him over with approval.

"Are you going to be a good boy today? You might hurt my feelings if you keep hurling insults." With a smile, the bear knelt, coaxing Will's legs apart. Bringing a plastic contraption forward, he slotted its open mouth against Will's sheath. "I thought you might want to use the bathroom instead of messing in your bed like an animal."

The telltale urge to relieve himself rose now that the bear mentioned it, but somehow this felt more intimate than the cloth wiping him clean, so he looked away, ashamed, as his golden stream filled the plastic, his eyes shutting as the patter of piss brought flushing heat to his cheeks. It was like being a cub again, trying to use his little plastic potty while his mother watched to ensure he didn't make a mess. Humiliating.

"Good boy. Daddy's so proud of you." Bringing that damnably soft hand up to cup Will's cheek, the bear praised him, removing the plastic urinal and wiping his sheath clean. Next, he produced a plastic bedpan, placing it beneath Will's rump and gently maneuvering his tail out of the way. "Now, daddy's going to trust you, alright? I'm going to get your dinner, and I want you to use that while I'm gone." Releasing the soft padded manacles and inspecting Will's wrists, the bear produced a package of wipes, placing it within reach. "Clean yourself well. You're still healing."

Will tried to resist his body's natural processes, but eventually, he had to acknowledge his stomach's angry rumble. Using the bedpan with his ears back, he silently thanked his captor for this bit of privacy, his shaking hands cleaning himself with the wipes, then pushing aside the soiled plastic and sitting back on the bedding beneath him. If he wanted to, he could attempt to escape, but somehow Will doubted a weak fox could hurt the hulking bear, and besides, where would he go? Back to his dealer?

Reappearing, the bear silently sat a paper bowl full of oatmeal in front of the fox, though this time, a dusting of something covered the top. Taking away the bedpan, he placed a soft rubber spoon in Will's palm. "I'll be back, sweetheart. If you can eat on your own, that's fine. Otherwise, I can spoon-feed you."

For the first time, Will took in the bear's peculiar speech. He always referred to himself as daddy and to Will as a term of endearment like 'baby boy" or 'sweetheart.' Why did it feel right? Was it because Will hadn't ever heard his captor speak any differently? Or was he so fucked up that it was easier to imagine that this was some fucking age-play game to infantilize him rather than someone who genuinely wanted to help him?

Reappearing far faster this time before Will could even attempt to eat, the bear deviated from his usual routine of cleaning up and leaving, sitting on the bare floor before the fox and crossing his legs. "I thought maybe you'd want something warm to eat for once." He nodded toward the gently steaming bowl, an easy, gentle smile across his features.

Remembering the growl of his stomach, Will raised the bowl in shaking hands, bringing it closer to his muzzle and bringing a spoonful of the warm mush to his lips. The taste of cinnamon and sugar infused the usually mild oatmeal, and to his surprise, it was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. Barely resisting the urge to upend the bowl and gulp down the food, he spooned mouthful after mouthful, tears gathering in his eyes. It tasted like love. Fuck. Was he going to cry over basic decency?

Scooting closer, the bear placed his paw on Will's knee, rubbing a slow circle to soothe the fox. "Try to eat slowly, sweetheart. You'll make yourself sick if you don't." After the last bits of the food made their way down Will's throat, he waited a moment before continuing. "I know this might be a silly question, but do you know where you are?"

Still wary, Will shook his head, self-consciously closing his legs and bringing his tail forward to cover his nudity. "I don't remember anything after I sold myself. Judging by the whole 'serial killer's basement' vibe, I assume you aren't a cop or Rehab staff." This stranger hadn't given him any reason to distrust him, but Will had been fucked enough in his life. Trust led to heartbreak when all a guy wanted was your ass. Though, honestly, why should he care? Why did he feel a spark of self-preservation?

Surprising Will with a chuckle that shook his chubby stomach, the bear uncrossed his legs. "Serial killer, huh? That's a new one. You're correct, though. I'm not a cop or a staff member of a rehabilitation facility, though I'm also not a serial killer. To put it simply, I bought you. Your friend, the drug dealer, was about to leave you for dead in an alley, but several thousand dollars convinced him to release you into my care."

"You should have let him." Pulling his tail tighter around him, Will muffled his voice in his knees, feeling the gangly awkwardness of his skeletal figure creaking. "I don't deserve to live." That's right. He didn't. Why should he if his parents didn't even want him? All he was good for was lifting his tail for random men. Damaged goods, a stupid whore, worthless. Tainted.

Gathering Will to his chest with a grip that brooked no argument, the bear's voice took on a stern growl, forcing his cheek against one squishy pectoral. "If I hear you talking about yourself like that again, you're going over my knee." Without shying away from Will's unkempt, thin fur, he stroked downward along the fox's spine with soft paws. "You're mine. I own you now, and any damage you inflict on yourself is an insult to me. It doesn't matter who you were before. Understood?"

At a loss for words at the bear's sudden change in demeanor, Will couldn't help the spark of something new in his self-hating mire of a mind. Something about the bear's words sent a shiver down his spine and knotted his stomach. Property. A place to belong. His tail swished with the desire to explore the new dynamic, the darkness wreathing his thoughts clearing with each stroke of the bear's paw. Nodding, he hid his face against the bear's chest, closing his eyes against the fabric covering his chest.

"There's a good boy." His usual tone returned as Will relaxed into his embrace, and the bear's expression eased as his paws rewarded Will's wordless agreement. Softness welcomed Will, and for once, affection didn't give way to rough gripping fingers and aggressive rutting. Even to a self-destructive cynic like Will, the bear- Daddy?- seemed genuine. Maybe he could trust him. What did he have to lose?

Tilting Will's face upward, Daddy stroked his chin, forest green eyes looking down into the fox's brown ones. "Now that you've come to your senses, I have something to ask you." Spare hand still stroking down the fox's back as though petting a feral housecat, the bear continued, his voice dripping with honeyed affection. "Right now, what's your fondest desire?"

Shivering at the bear's question, Will felt his stomach twist with the desire to please him. What would he want to hear? No, something about Daddy's expression told him he wanted the truth. Fuck, it was so hard to think with the tingle of the bear's fingers electrocuting his senses, scraping his nerves raw with pleasure. He wanted to sink into the bear, to drown his worries in the gentle sensations. But more than that, he wanted- Startled by his sudden realization, Will realized that the bear's mouth looked so inviting. A kiss was nothing more than a manipulation tactic until now, but suddenly, it was all he could imagine.

Lifting himself with a shaking grip on Daddy's shoulders, Will leaned in, hesitant and vulnerable, then tilted his head. Pressing his lips against the bear's, he tentatively coaxed yielding lips to open for him, months of practice as a junky whore guiding his tongue and attempting to encourage the bear's oral appendage into his mouth.

Stilling his stroking fingers, the bear cradled Will, meeting his sudden display of passion with patient reciprocation. Rather than the drooling domination of a thrusting tongue, his kiss was gentler, encouraging the fox's exploration and meeting his delving tongue in a dance. There was no urgency, only a sensual pleasure that made Will's head spin more than any drug. None of the sloppy liplocks he had forced on him could compare to this. Hell, they couldn't be considered a kiss at all.

Withdrawing when his lungs screamed for air, Will felt his eyes water, a wracking sob hunching his back as he felt something break inside him, unleashing the dam of emotion he'd forgotten existed. Burying his face in the safe embrace of the bear's arms, he let go, his arms wrapping around the ursine's torso. Whether it was the aftereffect of withdrawal or the rush of receiving approval, he felt raw, exposed, and desperate for Daddy.

Still cradling Will's abused, undernourished body to his stomach, Daddy stood, his paw lowering to hold his naked body close. Oddly, nothing was sexual about the gentle cup of his fingers on the fox's rump, though Will still felt a stirring in his sheath from the touch. "That's it. Daddy's here, and he's not going anywhere." He murmured, patting the fox's back as he made his way up the stairs, cradling Will's face against one shoulder.

The gloom of the basement room gave way to brighter lighting, searing Will's eyes, but thankfully dark brown fur gave his eyes a refuge. Like a cub clinging to its parent, he clamped his eyes shut, barely bothering to register his surroundings. The slow rhythm of Daddy's footsteps and his heartbeat against Will's chest lulled him into a daydream, his stomach fluttering as he dozed.

Waking to the familiar feeling of the bear's paws stroking Will's stomach, the fox opened his eyes to a different scene than the dingy basement where he rode out his withdrawals. Beneath his feet, replacing the tangled mess of old blankets, there were silk sheets, and the familiar warmth of Daddy's body against his back provided a softer pillow than the concrete wall. Squirming gently, he watched the bear's fingers trace slow circles over his stomach, stopping before they reached his foxhood.

"I didn't plan to move you to the main house for a few weeks, you know." Comforting and deep, Daddy's voice vibrated against Will's back, sending a thrill through his body. "You've exceeded my expectations. I knew I saw something in those pretty brown eyes, begging for someone to save you. You just needed a little push." Finger tracing Will's navel, the bear held his flat stomach, the sight of those soft pads bringing Will's neglected cock from its sheath to peek out.

"Th-Thank you, Daddy." Referring to the bear by that name felt right, though saying it added a taboo thrill, stiffening Will further. Feeling the heat in his cheeks, he watched as his shaft made its way out of its sheath, nearly touching those gently massaging fingers, another first for the fox. While he'd felt an attraction to other men before, he'd never felt this sort of yearning. His erection wasn't for attention to feed his inferiority complex or to get another fix, but for his body's demand for the bear's touch.

"That's a good sign. You must be recovering if your body can muster the energy to show this off." Cradling Will's shaft with an air of approval in his baritone voice but only favoring it with the slightest touch, Daddy inspected Will's arousal, his large hands perfectly sized. "Such a big boy too. I bet you haven't had a chance to use this much." He was right. As a fox, Will had spent most of his sexual career on the receiving end with his cock untouched and wanting, left to stroke himself in a puddle of another man's cum as they walked away, ignoring him.

Barely resisting the urge to thrust against the heavenly silken embrace of the bear's fingers, Will melted against those feathery touches, wishing for more. Whimpering, he spread his legs, his eyes fixated on the bear's hand. Gods, he'd never felt anything so good before. Drugs couldn't compare.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Murmuring in Will's ear, Daddy slipped his paw around the fox's shaft, starting a slow stroke. Playing Will like an instrument, he pinned his hips to prevent the overstimulated fox's frantic humps. "No rush, baby boy. Plenty of time to go nice and slow." His second paw joining the first, he squeezed Will's growing knot, providing just enough stimulation to drive Will wild without pushing him over the edge.

"D-Daddy, please." Paws gripping the sheets below, Will squirmed under the assault of gentle pleasure, his thoughts melting away. Desperate to cum, but loathe to end the sensation infusing his body, he lolled his head back, his balls churning with pent-up desire. Whimpering as his orgasm nearly washed over him but was denied by ursine paws, he wordlessly begged.

"That's not what I want from you, baby boy. I don't want you to beg or plead. I want you to take what you need." Pressing a gentle kiss on Will's neck, the bear returned to his increasingly sloppy, pre-slicked rhythm. Again and again, he brought Will to the brink, leaving him wanting and his tip squirting desire, only to ease off.

Finally unable to take Daddy's teasing any longer, Will reached out, taking his paw in both of his and working it along his dick. Biting his lower lip as the bear followed his wordless instructions, he fucked that silky fist, his stomach twisting into knots. Somehow, it felt better to take charge, ears lowering as Will felt the telltale surge of cum rising in his dick. Unleashing a triumphant groan, he painted ursine hands with his finish, melting back into the bear's chest.

"Good boy." Bringing his paw to his lips, Daddy licked Will's offering from his fingers, swallowing each drop with a growl of approval. Fondly stroking the fox's stomach, he enfolded Will in his embrace, trailing kisses along his neck. "Daddy's going to take such good care of you."