# Fallen B

Author: SwampRat
Tags: Fox, Human, M/M

FALLENB.TXT (M/M, Seduction/Bondage/Semi-Rape)  
  
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  
 ![icon_redface.gif](https://www.sofurryfiles.com/static/icons/icon_redface.gif "Blushing") 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

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