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The Fallen - A longer, nastier version

By SwampRat

CopyLeft (cl) 1997 Gay Furry Association

Free to any good home. Abuse as you please.

Note - I wrote this after reading a Very nice piece of Gayfur By NightCat. Yes,

beings can be That shallow. Or that Deep.

And After giving it out to see how it flew I was told it was 'Too Short!' So -

Here is a longer version.

With special thanks to NightCat, who I hope continues writing those wonderful

stories.

Version 1.2 - I don't know Why I can't find the problems until After I release

a story..

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Bren smiled as a breeze ruffled his fur. A bit of a nip in the air as he walked

towards the house. Jann was having Another party - His tail swished as he

walked, hips shaking just so. Another party, another plaything to find, take,

yiff, discard. The music was fairly loud but not so as to be a problem. He came

in, tail held just so, knowing he was the object of every fur's eye as he

stood, appraising the room for potential - Acquaintances. Lovers were so...

Stifling. Why bother when there were so Many scrumptious yiffs around to fuck.

He saw the usual crowd.. Males, females - Buffed and sculpted bodies shown for

maximum effect. Some leather furs talked by the fireplace, a couple of twinks

twittered at each other, limp wrists moving in exaggerated poses. Gods.. Being

Gay was one thing but That was almost as bad as... He gasped. A Troll!

The big denim pants were held up by wide suspenders, almost yelling 'hayseed!'

to the world. Despite himself the fox admired the broad back, the dark hair cut

conservatively. A hand came into view, scant of fur but not of width. Human..

Not scarce but not so common as to go un-noticed. Bren shook his head as the

light caught a bald spot. How could Anyone be attracted to That? A sly grin

creases his lips as a thought came. Maybe he would get chummy with the male,

lead him on a little, give him a thrill - Then bow out and find a Real Fur. He

sauntered over, waving and schmoozing with other buffed males, picking out

likely candidates for tonight's conquest.

As the fox got closer, he noticed a husky sitting with almost rapt attention on

the couch in front of the Man. 'Robbing the cradle there, Gramps?' He stifled a

laugh, padding up, feeling the eyes on him. He preened a little for them,

taking a quick glance at the male. Beer-gut, rough hands, hairy arms - A Slob

of a Troll.. He took in a quick breath through his nostrils, for some reason a

bit dizzy... The spicy scent of warm male hit him. 'Gods.. I bet he soaks the

sheets.' Then shook his head, wondering what the hell made him think of that?

He preened a bit more, catching the Husky's eye. "Hello Jer.. Who's the new

one?" The canine started, then smiled. "Oh.. Bren." He swallowed some punch,

and nodded hello. "Bren, this is Affen." Adonis turned, perfect in every way,

expecting to reap another worshipful plaything - To gaze full upon the

countenance of Zeus.

The receding hairline showed skin leathered from days in the sun. White

streaked the sideburns cascading into the full beard, which was also sun-

streaked into all possible colors... Save where it met the chin. From a

sensually full lower lip, a shower of pure white hair fell. The fox's gaze

lingered over the crevices in the face, then found a pair of blue pools. Even

through glass, they showed the wisdom of years of hard-fought living. Bren's

jaw unhinged as they looked into his.. Then Through him, examining his very

soul.

"Howdy.." A deep voice brought him back in time to be crushed in a hug that

would have made a bear proud. A hand that literally covered his entire left

cheek gripped it through his speedos. "Dressed kinda light for the weather." A

ran across his face, murring modestly. "But you look good in it."

Bren sputtered a moment, returning the embrace. "Thanks.." He moved a step

back, picking up what was left of his shattered facade. He muttered something,

retreating.. A step. Another - And he was again himself, one of the Beautiful

males, just here to find a bauble to rub his buff body against. "Foxes are so

cute.." He almost turned, catching himself. But out of the corner of an eye, he

saw the big hand reach out to run alongside the husky's muzzle - And every hair

on him cried out to be touched like that.. He shook himself, smoothing out an

imaginary wrinkle, and he laughed. 'Why should I want a Troll, when there are

so many Hunks to fulfill my needs?' He moved to his next target, the hunky wolf

he had been thinking about from the time he walked in. "Hello," he breathed

huskily, "My name is Bren.."

* * * *

Jerel came because it was someplace to go. He had been one of Bren's

'Conquests' once but didn't hold it against the fox. He had been with others -

Mostly 'one-nighters'... He had settled down, drink in hand watching all the

subtle by-plays that went on.. When a hush hit. It rippled around the room,

conversation returning as if nothing happened, but lots of whispers and

odd-looks. He followed it around to see a Man. Damn, Tirra knew Humans? The

panthress/hostess smiled his way and he found himself muzzle-to-chest with the

man. He was Big.. The canine wondered if he was built big Everywhere... He sat

half-mesmerized, talking about whatever, as long as he could look into those

Eyes... Then he saw Him. But something told him Bren wouldn't be stealing the

big male.. He did feel a little jealous when the human hugged the fox, but it

was a momentary thing. And then those eyes were back on Him. And hand, rubbing

his jaw... He floated the rest of the night, and left with the man, eyes

shining as he hugged the big body, a hand squeezing his butt.

Somewhere during the night the infatuation died a gentle death, turning into

lust then companionship. It wasn't the human wasn't skilled, or interesting...

it just wasn't right for them. Not as Lovers. The human stayed the day, then

they kissed and parted, Knowing the next time would be just as wonderful - And

as brief. That didn't stop them from going wild a couple of weekends, But when

Monday came they parted again with a kiss and a smile.

* * * *

A month passes. Bren was back at the same party, looking at the same old males.

"Just once," He muttered, "I would like to see something different." A hand

slapped his butt, making him spin around. "Hello Fox." Zeus had returned.. A

hand reached down and gripped his ass, squeezing both cheeks as the craggy face

moved down to press lips with the stunned male. Bren was going to sneer

something caustic, but he couldn't get his muzzle to work. His lips burned as

they were pressed into, feeling them part so a tongue could slide between his

and flick inside. His cock exploded from it's furry holder, hips dancing a

little as they pushed back against the strong fingers. For a full minute, Bren

was frozen in place unable to move, caught like a deer in the lights of a semi.

The man moved his mouth back. "Mmmmm... You are a good kisser, Bren. I have

been thinking about you a Lot the last month.." The fox got blind sided again..

"Me?!?" He exclaimed, finding himself able to talk, lips still burning. The big

hand squeezed his ass again. "Yep.. I have always been partial to foxes." Bren

shook his head, trying to clear it. "But what about.." A shrug. "He is a good

lover, but not long-term. We parted as friends and said if I wanted him, I

could snag him anytime." The blue eyes bored through him. "But I want someone

more - adventurous." A big finger flicked his handcuff ear-ring, then traced a

nipple through his thin shirt, tweaking it. "Are you adventurous, Fox?" The

male moaned, squirming.. He couldn't believe it! The party was not quite half

over and he was thinking of leaving with a Trooo - Oh Gods! A finger slipped

inside his 'party-pants' and was scraping at the underside of his cock. "Oh Yes

Sir," he breathed softly coming up on his toes as his nuts were gripped through

the cloth. "Good. I will be back in a minute for them." The human said, tugging

his balls up a little, making the fox wheeze.

Bren stared at the man, who made his way around, making small talk, trying

desperately to get his blown-cool back together. 'Who the hell does he think he

is, anyway? Ugly, fat, balding...' He stared into the fireplace a moment. "Bet

he's got an ugly, little dick too." he growled, barely able to damper the

desire the man had lit inside him. Then teeth bit into his ear, and he moaned

softly. "It's cut, about 7-inches long and as thick as your wrist." The finger

ran a line from his chin to his waist-band, leaving a trail of fire.. "So, Do I

take you home and show you how it feels wedged between your furry cheeks, or do

I find myself someone else to make love to.. All. Night. Long." Each word was

accented by his cock-tip being teased, rubbed, scritched on. The fox damn near

blew into his shorts, Yipping and gripping the denim behind him. "Oh Yess... Oh

Please.. Oh Gods!"

Everything from the time a big hand gripped his ass to Now, was a hazy blur..

Saying goodbye and shaking hands and being whisked out, moaning, pressing as

much of him as he could against the big male and still be able to walk. A deep

kiss that fluffed his tail out. A stifled scream as his cum flew from his

exposed cock, his shorts pulled down Just enough to allow the man to stroke him

off. "Don't want you getting 'blue-balls' now..." And this Was all before they

got into his Truck! Bren couldn't believe it.. His shorts were on the

floorboard, around his ankles. A hand Was squeezing his ass, one finger

flicking over his anus making him squirm and pant. He had undone a shirtsleeve

and Was licking the sweat off the hairy arm, eyes closed in lust. "Mmmmmm. I

love a wanton fox." The finger tapped his anus again and he damn near blew his

wad a second time. He nuzzled the big arm, whimpering as he had not in Ages.

"We're here." Brought him out of his revere.. Bren had buried his nose under

the male's arm, sucking on the wet cloth, tasting the salt, smelling the

Human's male-scent that made his head spin almost as much as the finger that

Finally invaded him.. Just the first knuckle but to the fox it was Huge,

worming under his tail.

He panted, wheezed, just clinging to the arm, Yipping as the hand was removed

from his body. Then his balls were squeezed again! "Are you being Bad, Slave?"

The words and the act thrilled him to his vulpine core, arching up. "Oh No,

Sir.." He squirmed, having only a Few beings ever do this. Suddenly his hip was

pulled over and his butt *Smacked*. "Then what are you doing in my truck

without your pants?" Bren Yipped, and Squirmed, but didn't protest or try to

move away, eliciting another *Slap*. He closed his eyes in sheer bliss,

gripping the man's leg. The same hand now rubbed his already reddened rear. "Go

ahead..." He wasn't sure what the Man was saying for a moment.. Then he pulled

himself forward, to unzip the denim fly, and stick his nose within. "Ohhhhhh.."

He moaned into the damp cloth, smelling the male's need and spicy scent of his

sweaty crotch. He licked at a patch of wetness where the big human dick

strained to be free of the confining cloth. The calloused hand rubbed his

warmed rear, patting it every now and again. "Do you want to see it Now, or

wait until we get inside?" The fox sucked on the cock-head through the cloth,

murring loudly. "Please Sir - Now.."

The rough hand came down on his butt again. "Greedy little fox." He nuzzled the

big leg, lifting his rear to the hand that caresses him. "Lose the shirt." He

tossed it on the floorboard without a second though, then lay gasping.. The

light that spilled into the cab was from the porch, a soft yellow glow making

gray shadows, and accenting the thick meat that dribbled pre-cum just in front

of the fox. The man shifted, making his erection bob around a little. Bren had

seen many dicks, but this one was different - The size.. The shape.. The feel

of it throbbing in his hand. He caressed it, panting, loving the feel of it.

Then his tongue was on it and fingers rubbed his balls and he forgot about

anything but pleasuring the organ that smelled and tasted so wonderful. He

groaned, licking the flesh clean from where it disappeared into the pants to

the still leaking tip, then took the strangely-shaped head between his lips,

sucking on it."MMmmmmf!" the fox panted through his nose, sucking another inch

in, bobbing his head, swirling his tongue along the thick meat, wanting to

taste the man's cum. And it wasn't long before a deep moan was followed by

hip-thrusts and his balls being squeezed, making him Yip - Then gurgle on the

thick semen spurting from the piss-slit, filling his muzzle.

'Salty.' He swallowed as fingers played with his ears, his own gripping the

base, stroking it towards his muzzle, wanting to feel it gagging him, thrust

roughly up his ass. He wriggled at the thought, pre-cum drooling from his cock

onto the seat. He sucked hungrily, then gently, stripping everything he could

from the human, murring as he Knew he would sleep beside this cock, and have it

to make him yiff all day tomorrow. Maybe longer? Weekend - No work till Tues

with Holiday. He suckled and laid his head against the heaving belly, content

to nurse this beautiful... *Swat* *YIP?* "Get your clothes Fox.. I want to grab

a snack, hit the shower and.." that finger was under his tail again! "Go to

bed." Bren had his clothes in his hands, was out the door and standing in front

of the truck before the human had time to zip himself up. A *Squeak* and the

male made his way towards the fox, who trembled.. He hadn't bothered to zip up

at all and his semi-hard cock swayed in front of him. "I think someone needs to

cum again." His clothes were yanked from his hands and he was pulled against

the big body, fingers gripping his canine cock again.."Oh Sir I.." The

semi-hard cock swelled as it rubbed against his tail, his own meat being

stroked and pulled on.

Bren barely had time to grip the man's pants before orgasm blew all sanity

away. His hips rolled around, humping against the calloused palm, rough fingers

at his nipples, making his head loll back. His cum pumped from him in long

strings as he yipped and hunched, shivering. He was held in a warm embrace,

letting his orgasm work itself off into the cool night. His knobs were rubbed

making his squeal and squirm around. "You are One Hot little Fox." He could

only pant and hold the big male behind him close, moaning when touched. Arms

lifted him, holding him while a door was unlocked, and he entered the male's

house, cradled like a baby.. Or a Bride. He giggled to himself at the analogy.

Finding himself being put on a couch, he pulled the man on top of him, Oofing

at the weight, Mmmming at the hot kiss he got in return. thin lips pressed to

fuller ones. Bren reached down stroking the fat male-meat, a part of him still

wondering what spell the human put on him to want to do this. "Back in a

Minute." Another kiss that sucked all the will out of him, body limp except for

one spot - Which was quite stiff.

He listened to the man moving around, smelled his scent still on the fox's

hands, licked them clean, panting... His desire returned with 2 mugs and some

sandwiches. The fox ate a little, drank a little, his attention on the big hand

that rested under his butt, squeezing his furry cheeks, holding him close to

the big male, and his hand stroking the semi-hard cock. They sat together

rubbing and caressing and occasionally kissing, until Bren could no longer keep

his eyes open. He was carried to a big iron-framed bed with large wooden posts

at each corner, He watched the man undress, noticing he was Big. Muscles moved

in thick legs as the pants and shoes were removed, Then the shirt and t-shirt.

He wasn't very hairy at all, fine down on his chest and belly. Then the big

male was pulling him close and pulling covers over him... As he lay, rubbing

against the hand that squeezed his ass, he thought one could get used to

sleeping like this.

* * * *

Morning rose and he found himself alone with a hard-on, aching balls and a note

• 'Make yourself breakfast. Will be in later.' He got up, jerked off while

remembering what had transpired the evening before, and hoping to continue it..

Maybe even deepen the relationship. A hot shower, and a long self-indulgent

session of brushing and he went to find something to wear. Not that he Minded

walking around nude.. But not right now. He found a shirt that fit like a robe,

and padded into the kitchen to find a well-stocked refrigerator, with home-made

jam that made him lick his fingers. He made an omelette with some fresh veggies

got a cup of wonderfully smelling coffee, and with some toast for the jam, sat

and ate slowly, savoring each bite. He wondered what it would be like to live

here, Being a... No. More than once he had been subservient to another male.

And while it was a special thrill to give himself up completely, it was more

sexual than sensual. And when the lust wore off... Best to just enjoy what he

had and not push it.

He read the paper, put the dishes in the sink and made himself comfortable,

waiting.. A noise roused him. Getting up, he went to the back of the house, and

found what had to be a utility room. Smiling he went outside and got his

clothes, then retrieved those still in the bedroom and got a load started. Then

remembered what brought him here in the first place - A noise. He looked out to

see a pile of wood and in a few minutes saw his host. The man was chopping wood

• How quaint. He watched, a hand creeping down to fondle his sheath as he

watched the big arms heft what could only be described as a Broadaxe, and bring

it crashing down on a log. It split in twain, and another was put on the stump

that showed much usage. This one proved stubborn, gripping the axe. Bren moaned

and rubbed his hard nipples as with a loud growl the man lifted both axe and

log and brought then crashing down on the stump. It took another such blow to

shear through the knot in the wood and the fox felt shivers running through

him.

He thought of whips and leather flickers, and canes to switch his hide... The

washer buzzed and he yelped, squeezing his balls just a little too tight in

surprise. Then grinned and put the clothes in the dryer with some softener,

then went back to watching the bear of a man continue breaking logs into wood.

Returning to the kitchen, he got some ice from a tray, and some tea from a

large pitcher, and padded out with it. "Thanks," Affen said, and drained the

glass in a few swallows, wiping sweat off his forehead, then grinned and wiped

the still cold glass against the front of the now-tenting shirt, teasing the

foxes erection. Bren moaned loudly, exposing his cock by pulling the shirt

back. "Well - Do you like that fox?" the male could only nod and gasp as gloves

were taken off so fingers could get a cube of iciness to slide up and down his

burning dick.

"Oh Please Sir..." He moaned, then it was mashed into his nipples and he

screeched, paws digging into his ass, taking the pleasurable torture.. Another

moan as a warm tongue replaced the cold on his nips and he was sure he was

going to explode. Then he did when a hand grasped his cock and stroked the

rapidly melting cube up and down... He howled as his balls were played with by

the now cool hand, making him rise up on his toes, coming down from a Huge

orgasm slowly. When he could see again, he knelt and put his hands behind his

back. "Please Sir. Use me..." Nothing happened for a moment.. Still panting he

opened his eyes and looked up. The man had stepped back to the pile of wood and

was filling a cart. 'Damnit! Doesn't he understand how much I want this? How

Hard it is to beg to be spanked?' The man took the cart around to the side of

the house and emptied it out into a concrete bin. Then came back. Looked at the

fox. "You sure now? You don't know me all that well." Bren nodded, moving

forward to nuzzle the man's crotch. "You asked me if I was adventurous - I am

willing to take a chance if you are." A deep chuckle and he was hauled up to be

hugged. "Ok.." He followed the male back inside and put the shirt on top of the

washer, now nude. He giggled, feeling a bit shy, and was herded out to a door.

It opened and he blinked as a light came on... Revealing a well-stocked

dungeon. 'Oh My...' So many wonderful things, so many toys and platforms and

bits of metal and leather! He descended the stairs, and ran trembling fingers

over the cuffs, the whips and floggers and some tools that made him cringe a

little. He shivered, thinking about Deepening the relationship. "Please Sir...

I want to do this right." He swallowed, and put his head down. "Collar me." A

chuckle and a pat on his butt made him murr, then he felt something slip around

his throat, and heard a latch *Click* He opened his eyes and beheld a russet

fox with a simple, somewhat plain leather band around his neck, held together

by a pair of rings that had a lock dangling from them. He felt it - Snug but

not constricting, the lock made of sturdy steel. He swished his tail, eyes

gleaming. "If you decide you want to stay longer than the weekend, I might put

a tag with your name on it. Might, mind." Bren barely heard anything past the

latching of the collar, his hearting beating loudly, wanting to be taken. "Sir

Please... Fuck my ass." Another chuckle and he was led to a pair of poles.

Stepping into a pair of ankle cuffs he looked once behind him. "Please Sir.. I

need it bad." A nod and his wrists were likewise ensnared. He felt the same old

thrill running through him as the restraints tightened, a little bit of danger

spicing up sex was what made him moan the loudest.

The fox wriggled his rear as best he could, panting at the thought of being

reamed by his new Master. He could hear the man moving around.. and then his

tail was lifted, a finger probing his anus.. In it went, carrying lube and he

groaned, cock bouncing as a second one opened him, more lube making his passage

slick. Then... Something hard and cool was shoved into him, slowly moving in

and out, making him grunt and wriggle his hips. It felt familiar.. Too

familiar. "A dildo? You are screwing me with a damn dildo?" He didn't want

Plastic, he wanted Flesh! "So, you think you are better than a dildo?" Bren

looked stunned, not believing what he had said. "No Sir, I didn't mean.. I just

wanted your.. *YEOWLP*" Something hard and wide dug into his ass, leaving a

burning stripe. Four more times he heard the strap descend, smack his ass,

sending a shock of pain up his body. After the last, he half lay in the

restraints, sobbing, half believing he had blown it.

Fingers rubbed his hot rear, then pulled the plastic dick out - Which hurt more

than the whipping did. He felt the manicles being opened and fell against the

big legs, gripping them, crying openly now. A hand gripped the back of his

head, making him look up. "I am not angry with you, just disappointed. You felt

a little tight, so I was going to use the dildo to stretch you some. Now get up

• It is time for lunch." Bren tried and couldn't, legs wobbily. "Please.."

Calloused hands lifted him up and helped him walk to the stairs, where he

turned and gripped the denim shirt, nuzzling the man's chest, trying to plead

for another 5 minutes. "Bren.." he looked up. "It's lunchtime, not playtime."

The fox nodded and turned, tail dragging all the way up the stairs. As he stood

at the doorway leading back into the house, a hand Smacked his ass, making him

Yelp, and jump. "Just because you are one Hot Lover, and a Very Sexy Fox does

Not mean I am going to let you slide. Not even an inch, Understand?" Bren

nodded. "Yes Sir." Another lighter pat made him wince, his rear still hurting

from the spanking. "Good. Now we eat and clean up the house. Then I usually

take a shower... And we will see about humping the beautiful butt of yours

then." Teeth bit his ear, making him moan, walking into the house nude, with a

hard-on and a spanked ass, his head high - Proud to be his master's slave.

* * * *

Lunch took forever, and dishes, dusting, vacuuming... Would they Never get to

that shower? Finally all was done, and not without a lot of fondling of the

fox's body, driving him half-mad with lust. "The collar is waterproof, so you

can wear it into the shower if you like, but I would take it off afterwards and

dry it And your neck." Bren looked up at the male, joy suffusing him... Then

looked down again, nodding, still having doubts about the relationship. "Come

on - I don't bite hard and you Did want my cock up your ass." Bren would have

run to the shower but a calloused hand had ahold of his cock and lead him in

along. "I do have leashes with ball-rings on the end If you went for that sort

of thing..." The moan made the man smile, and squeeze his 'handle'. Well - They

Did make it to the bathroom.

The fox squirmed away long enough to find a vial of oil and work some of it

under his tail, making sure he was ready. Then had to bite his knuckles while

the man undressed, wanting to grab him. And lost it entirely as he was kissed,

played with, a finger teasing his oiled rear passage. "Fuck Me! Please.. I want

you in me so bad..." He wriggled his hips and lifted his tail. All of a sudden

he was shoved over a bench, legs splayed wide, tail jerked up and out of the

way. Bren had time to grip the padded seat before a Huge cock forced his anus

open and pushed inside. He hissed at the pain, moaned with pleasure, tried to

move and got his ass slapped. "You wanted it, now Take it." And take it he did!

Thick inches, slick with oil entered him, pulled out, shoved in deeper..

Somewhere he felt the Huge pole hit zenith, crotch pressing his cheeks in.

Somewhere He came came, making loud noises. And Someone blew a big wad into his

tight ass with a growl. He felt hands, water, that big cock sliding out of him

• Not without a Lot of protest. Hands washing, drying, combing him.. Then a

walk to a bed and that lovely dick entered his sore ass again, filling up more

than just his passage.

"Master," he breathed, bending his head back to kiss those leathery lips,

nibbling at the beard, grunting when the human lay on him, humping him slowly,

falling asleep with a name on his lips, a cock buried in his ass and his paws

clutching his Lover.

* * * *

Bren didn't want to wake up. He knew it was all a dream and didn't want it to

end, to wake up alone, in a cold bed. A hand swatted his ass and he yelped,

lifting it. "Another!" And got another, and another... His cheeks turned a

darker red as he howled and squirmed, whining when the spanking stopped.

"Dinner - if you think you can sit." The fox nodded and gingerly got up,

padding to the living room. For some reason, nothing satisfied him. The food

was good, the pain in his butt just a twinge, His Lover strong but gentle..

Something was nagging at him. "I am not satisfied.. I want more." The man sat

beside Bren and played with his nuts. "More of what?" The male sighed and

picked at his collar. "This." he said. "It is just a plain collar. I could have

bought one if I wanted to. Yeah - You said.. You said If, Maybe. I want More. I

want something that is Ours. Something that I can say this is my Master's and

by this I know he wants me. Damnit, I think I deserve Something..."

There. It was out. Then his collar was jerked up and so was he! Bren was

dragged, gagging and kicking all the way past the door and down the steps to

poles where manicles held his wrists, then ankles apart. For the first time

since leaving the party he felt afraid for his life. "Do you know what a

Safeword is Fox?" Bren nodded. "Say S-T-O-P." The fox tried, but couldn't. A

slap stung his muzzle. "Say it fox." Trembling, He did so, spelling each

letter. Then the man was gone, making all kinds of noises in the cabinets. "Now

you did it ass-hole. You couldn't just be happy with a collar. No No! You had

to piss and moan.. And now what? Is he going to kill me? Is he going to Cut

something Off?!?" Squirming only made the leather bite into his wrists. Then

the man was back. "Something unique.. Something you can always see. Now you

uppity little fox.." Bren looked at the bucket, the razor and the chemicals,

fear gripping his heart. Strong clamps bit into his nipples with steel teeth,

making him moan and grunt. "Last chance to safeword out.." Affen sat, stropping

the razor to a wicked sharpness.

The fox waited a moment, then shook his head, wanting whatever it was to be

over, Still wanting to believe the man would punish him, but not hurt him

badly. A ball-gag was shoved in his mouth and and latched around the back,

making Bren sweat.. and making his cock pop out too. "Don't want you yelling if

I scratch you. Might make me cut something important." He sat down again, re-

adjusted the nipple-clamps, making the fox squirm as they bit harder. "One here

too?" A finger flicked his cock-tip and he Moaned shaking his head.. Almost

nodding it as the cold metal of the razor teased his hot flesh. A hand rubbed

his nuts, playing with them, spreading something on them. Then fingers

encircled his sack and Jerked it down, holding it taut. Bren moaned as the cold

steel was dipped in the bucket then pressed to his skin.. For a moment he

panicked, struggled. Then stood completely still as the razor slid down his

scrotum, cutting the fur. It was so sharp he barely felt the hairs giving way.

Once or twice he felt a stab as he was nicked, but that was it. The fox didn't

so much as twitch his tail the whole time, waiting until he felt a towel

rubbing his now itchy balls.

Some kind of cream was applied and he Did arch and bite into the ball as it

burned. Tears ran down his cheeks as he was made to wait a full minute in agony

before it was washed off. Then the ball-gag and clamps were removed, allowing

Bren to look down at his naked scrotum, the flesh a pink-red from the acid. He

moaned as another cream was applied, this one cooling and soothing. "Your fur

isn't going to grow back. That Is what you wanted - Something to remember me

by.." He got kissed, returning it hungrily. "Why did you squirm so when I first

started shaving you?" The fox looked ashamed. "I.. I thought you were going to

castrate me." The man laughed and kissed him again. "Silly fox.. I like your

balls right where they are.. And Now there will be That much More skin to

torture. You ready for bed?" Bren pouted a little as the manicles were

unlocked, then yipped as his butt got slapped. "Be glad I didn't shave around

your nipples or your butt as well." The fox thought a moment, then yipped

again, a bag being slipped over his nuts and tied in place. "You are tempting

me.." He kissed the big male, rubbing his rear again the man's hand. "Whatever

you want, Master." Affen chuckled. "Right now I want You in bed, and my cock

buried to the hair in your ass. The furry male murred, tail lifting. "Do we

have to wait until we are in bed?"

He was shoved roughly down on a mat, and barely had time to grab it before his

tail was pushed out of the way and that Huge dick was plowing into his hole.

"Oh Gods! Oh Yes! Fuck meee!" He pushed back against the thrusts, wriggling his

ass wantonly. "Oh Yess! Fuck my tight ass hard!" The last thing Bren remembered

was balls slapping his ass, his nipples being roughly tweaked, and someone

panting dirty words in his ear.

Then it was a warm bed, snuggling up to someone. The sleep, sex, food, sex,

washing, sex.. and between times - sex. 'What a Stallion!' the fox thought,

snuggling in a chair, stroking the man's semi-hard dick, kissing his nipples,

hoping to have his ass blistered red at least once more before they returned to

the bed.

* * * *

Monday came all too soon. Bren got into his clean clothes, replaced his ear-

ring, and kissed his Master/Lover. The last thing he did was take the key

handed to him and unlock his collar, closing his eyes against the pain. It had

been a part of him, brought him pain, pleasure.. And Love. He looked up into

the deep blue eyes and for a moment saw his pain reflected back. Getting in the

truck his tail dragged the ground, shoulders slumped. Not a week ago he would

not have spit in this male's direction.. Now - He Sighed, sitting, watching as

the man got in, and reached over to rub his crotch, making him giggle despite

himself. The vehicle rolled out onto the hiway, then freeway, then city where

the fox lived. All the way there he had his hand on the human's leg, aching to

touch and kiss the big cock inches from his fingers. At last they came to his

building, and all the play stopped. "Do you Have to go?" He looked hopeful.

"Tomorrow you have to work, and you need a good night's sleep - which neither

of us will get if I stay the night." The vulpine nodded.. One last time their

lips met in a kiss hot enough to melt pavement. Bren nuzzled his Zeus one more

time then turned to get out. As he did so he felt something being pushed into

his waistband. He yipped as the big hand patted his rear. "Don't open it until

you are In your apartment. He nodded and closed the door, almost racing up to

his small place.

He had to stop and chat with the locals, including a panda who lived next door

and didn't approve of him always dropping dates. "You should find someone and

settle down while you are still young." The fox nodded, having trouble with the

lock for some reason.. Finally! In and door shut, and locked. Off with the

pants... A box. Bren opened it - To find a shiny ring inside. More a cuff, he

looked at it wondering.. Until he saw the paper folded inside. "To my Slave and

Lover. A ball ring to wear on weekends - Unless you think a prolonged stay in

the country is what you need." He whooped and immediately fitted it to his

naked sack, feeling the wide metal ring squeeze his balls tight. He shivered,

rubbing them, going to a mirror to look at himself. Bren thought of the haughty

fox who had taken and discarded lovers as he saw fit and the slave fox who

could still see the imprint of a collar on his neck. Who had been humiliated

and spanked and fucked so much his ass hurt.. And loved every moment of it. He

wondered if there would be others, feeling a twinge of jealousy. Then grinned..

Another slave to help him wash Master in the bath.. To rub his big back and to

help empty those bottomless balls.

He slapped his butt firmly, growling at himself. As he looked at the cramped

place he called home. "A country life.." Commuting wouldn't be out of the

question until he could get himself into some sort of telecommuting job.. The

lease was up at the end of the month... He took his shirt off, looking at the

places the steel teeth had bitten into his nipples and murred, thinking of

having them pierced.. MURRRR! Yes, it is definitely a different fox who stands

with his hard cock wanting to be played with in the mirror. Bren undid his

ball-cuff, smiling, hoping someday it will be permanently welded in place..

Maybe even inscribed with his name. He pads to the shower, thinking of work..

And 4 days until he can see his Master - No, More than Just another Dominant...

He thought about the note. 'Lover - One who Loves.' And hugged himself. 4 days

until he could be with his Master again, and ask some Very important questions.

He gets out again to go look at his rump in the mirror, trying to imagine it

without fur. 'Maybe he will Brand me..' The fox shivers and races back to the

bathroom, rubbing himself against the wall, jerking on his meat, until he howls

with release, panting, riding the waves of pleasure. "Oh Master!" he moans,

thinking 4 days would drag on forever... And he Still had to make it through

Today! He pinches his nose, thinking of a ring to be lead by.. Or to be pulled

on while Master shoves that big cock down his throat. Oh Hurry Weekend!

The End