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Asher stood in a market stall, trembling from need and exhaustion.

A week ago, he'd been kidnapped off the street, stuffed into a bag, and dragged away to be trained as a slave.

Despite his flashy name, he was a plain-looking fox with dull orange fur. He was average build, nothing special, and he didn't understand why he'd been kidnapped. He wasn't particularly beautiful or anything.

They had locked a golden chastity cage around his cock. It was okay when he was soft. It was big enough that he could still get a little hard, but small enough that it kept him from getting a full erection.

The slavers had dressed him up like a piece of merchandise. His arms were tightly bound behind his back with golden chains, locked with small padlocks, each with a different color of jewel. A tight golden collar was locked around his neck, decorated with bells that jangled humiliatingly when he moved. His nipples were decorated with small golden clamps that made his chest feel puffy and sore.

He was chained on his knees, locked to a post. The leash between his collar and the post was short, keeping him pulled up right against it. It wasn't long enough to allow to sit down or stand up, forcing him to stay on his knees.

Being in this position was humiliating. But the worst part was, he hadn't been able to jerk off in a week, and after a full week of being touched and fondled by curious potential buyers (until he was hard and dripping and whining behind his gag), he was getting pretty fucking desperate. His cock was firm in the chastity cage, desperate for someone to touch it.

Asher wasn't an eye-catching fox, normally, but all the golden chains and jewels attracted attention. Every once in a while, a giggling customer would stop to inspect him. They'd reach down and run their fingers along his cock, feeling the firm, sensitive skin, and Asher would fight to hold back a whine. Sometimes, they'd only touch him a little, but other times, they spent long minutes carefully examining his cock. Then they'd inspect his sensitive nipples, playing with the clamps.

They never liked him enough to buy him, though.

By the time they were done with him, Asher was dribbling clear precum into the dirt, trying not to twitch and hump the hands playing with his body like he was a toy.

He fought to keep his dignity. He was supposed to be a free fox, god damn it, not a slave.

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"What a pretty boy," a huge wolf said as he passed by. He stopped to pat Asher's head affectionately.

Asher whimpered. The wolf was easily six and a half feet tall. He was a wolf with sharp talons for nails and long, curving teeth. He stroked Asher's hair affectionately, his curved talons scratching behind Asher's ears.

He was gagged with a spider gag, which kept his mouth forced open and which made him drool uncontrollably. It was meant to entice customers to come try him out before buying him, but most of the time, the customers just fucked his face, got off quickly, and then left. Sometimes they bought other slaves, not him.

Asher's throat was sore from the abuse. Honestly, he got the impression that maybe he was meant to be a cheap attraction to get the merchant more attention for his other slaves.

He couldn't talk with the spider gag in his mouth, only moan loudly. He tried to fight it, but he was desperate to be touched and used. A string of drool dribbling out of his mouth, reached the ground.

"Look at you," the wolf said, his voice full of gentle praise. He pressed his full boot against Asher's cock, and Asher let out a long, loud moan. It was the most stimulation he'd gotten on his cock today. Most people stopped by to examine him briefly, touch him a little with their fingers, and then move on. The firm pressure on his cock felt amazing. Asher resisted the urge to rut against the wolf's boot like a feral in heat. He was supposed to be a free fox, damn it! This wasn't fair!

"You're really desperate," the huge wolf said. "Most slaves get sold in a few days, but I've seen you out here every day for at least a week. Maybe more."

Asher couldn't deny it with the gag in his mouth. He just let out another whimper as the wolf pressed down harder with his boot.

"I haven't bought a slave in years," the wolf said thoughtfully. "But you're pretty cute. And so enthusiastic. Does my boot feel good against your cock, pretty boy? Don't deny it. I can see it on your face. I bet you haven't come all week. Halvin never lets his slaves orgasm until they're sold. Makes them more appealing, he says. Look at you. Poor fucking bastard."

He wrapped his hand in Asher's hair and tugged Asher forward so that Asher was resting against his thigh. He looked down at Asher appraisingly. "Such pretty blue eyes. How long has it been since they let you come, beautiful?"

Asher whimpered, begging without words. This wolf didn't have the key to his cage and couldn't actually get him off, but maybe, if Asher could convince him to buy him, the wolf would GET the key to Asher's cage, and then take him home.

And then...

"A few days?" the wolf guessed. "A week? Two weeks? How long have you been out here?"

He pushed a finger into Asher's mouth, feeling how soft it was. Asher licked at it, trying desperately to please him somehow, but unable to close his mouth around it to suck. His mouth was forced open by the hard metal gag.

The wolf let out a low groan. "Fuck," he muttered.

Asher could tell he'd done something right, because the wolf's eyes darkened with hunger and desire, and he pushed more fingers into Asher's mouth.

"Yeah. You're really enthusiastic, aren't you? Not a fighter. Just a good boy in need of a good home, huh." Asher could see his hard cock filling his pants, forming a thick outline that was getting bigger. His voice was low and husky with hunger. "Such a good fucking boy."

The shopkeeper, Halvin-- a bear that Asher had learned to fear-- stepped over, rubbing his hands together.

"Yes, yes. You're interested in the fox, sir? He's a good choice. New stock. Special sale today."

"How long has he been out here?"

"Only had him a week or so," Halvin said, sounding defensive. "He's a good slave. But his fur-- not a pretty color, not eye-catching, eh? It takes him longer to sell. But that's okay. Better for you. Good quality, cheap. Yes?"

"Maybe," the huge wolf said thoughtfully. He nudged Asher's legs apart with his boot, forcing Asher to spread as if showing off the cute little cage. It sparkled in the bright sunlight. "Just a week, huh? And he's already acting like a whore in heat."

"Yes," the shopkeeper said brightly. "Very enthusiastic. Good slave. Good value."

"I'd like to try him first."

"Go right ahead. He's got a good mouth. The best."

Asher's face burned as the two men talked about him like he was a cheap product for sale. He couldn't protest, though, just gurgle and drool.

The wolf withdrew his talon from Asher's mouth, and a line of drool followed it, breaking and then dribbling onto the ground. The wolf groaned in anticipation. "Yeah. He looks like he's got a good mouth." He popped the buttons on his pants, revealing the thick curve of his cock.

The wolf wrapped his hand in Asher's hair and pushed his cock into Asher's mouth.

Asher's cock throbbed painfully in the tight golden cage. He was fucking desperate to come, but he couldn't even ask for it with the wolf's cock in his mouth and with the metal spider gag forcing his teeth open. The wolf teased him at first, testing out the first few inches out his mouth with a few thrusts before sinking deeper into Asher's throat. Asher moaned thickly around his cock.

"Fuck, that's good," the wolf groaned.

Asher whimpered, his whole body so hot he felt like he'd explode. He couldn't touch himself, couldn't even ask to be touched. His untouched dick dribbled precum into the dirt.

The wolf seemed to catch on, because he smiled at Asher. ""Is me fucking your mouth turning you on? Poor bastard. Fucking slut."

He spat on Asher's face, and the spittle dripped down off of Asher's cheek onto his chin, then off onto the ground. Asher's face burned with humiliation, and his cock throbbed. The wolf began to fuck Asher's face, going slow and gentle. "I bet you'd love it if I bought you, took you home, and took that cage off you. Then petted your pretty little clit until you came all over yourself for me. Huh, sweetheart? Would you like that?"

Asher gurgled, trying to shake his head and deny it. He wanted to fight what was going on; he was a free fox, not a slave! This wasn't fair!

The wolf nudged his legs farther apart, then pressed his leg against Asher's caged cock.

The wolf's leg was better than his boot. He could feel the texture of the wolf's pants through the gaps in the bars of the cage. Asher whimpered, and his hips rocked forward the tiniest amount.

"Good boy," the wolf cooed. "It's okay, sweetheart. You can hump my leg if you want to. I promise it's okay. Go on, baby. I know you want to."

Asher tried very, very hard not to hump the wolf's leg, but when the wolf began to thrust into his mouth for real, it became impossible to resist. He hesitantly ground his caged cock against the wolf's leg, whimpering at the stimulation. It felt so good, but it wasn't nearly enough.

He needed more. So much more.

"There you go. Good boy," the wolf said. "I bet that feels so good. Poor little slut. So many mean people have stopped by to tease you and fuck your face, but you don't get to come, do you? So unfair. I bet you've swallowed load, after load, after load, and you haven't been allowed even one single measly orgasm. You really need to get off soon, don't you? Gosh, I bet your poor little clittie just aches in that cage... You want me to take you home, don't you? Nod your head."

Asher nodded frantically, mouth still full of cock.

"Prove it," the wolf said. He let go of Asher's head. "Give me the best fucking blowjob you've ever given, whore. Suck my cock like your life depends on it... and I promise, I'll get the key to your cage and put it in the lock."

Asher felt a burst of frantic energy when the wolf promised to get his key and unlock him. He couldn't close his mouth around the wolf's cock and suck; the gag prevented him from doing that; but he could still move his mouth up and down the wolf's cock. He licked the wolf's cock, trying as hard as possible to make it good for him, to get him off as soon as possible.

He was a free fox. But he hadn't been able to escape in a full week. Maybe if the wolf bought him and took him home, he'd have an opportunity to escape.

"Fuck, yeah," the wolf breathed, petting his hair gently. He began to make little movements with his hips, pushing in and out. "Keep humping my leg, beautiful. That might be the only stimulation you get for a while. Better take it while you can get it."

Asher ground against the wolf's leg. Pleasure built in his gut, pushing him towards orgasm. For a little while, he thought maybe if he worked hard enough, he could come like this; after all, he hadn't been able to get off in a full week. Eventually, though, he hit a plateau. No matter how hard he worked, he couldn't push himself up towards orgasm... just get tantalizingly close to it. His cock needed to be unlocked, needed someone to wrap their hand around it.

"Poor baby," the wolf groaned. "Fuck, I'm close. Fuck, you're good at this."

He grabbed Asher's head and forced him all the way down on his cock. Asher choked, unable to breathe, but held still, trying as hard as possible to please this potential buyer. The wolf came, and Asher swallowed around the pulsing cock in his throat, trying to milk every ounce of come out of him.

"Fuck," the wolf breathed, letting him go.

Asher licked the wolf's cock, enthusiastically trying to clean him. Trying to impress him.

"Wow," the wolf said, stroking Asher's head. "Halvin. I'll take him."

"Yes!" the shopkeeper said in his thick accent. "Good choice. Good price. You enjoy purchase."

The wolf passed over a fat sack of gold, and Halvin handed over a jangling ring of small golden keys. Asher watched them, salivating, trying not to show the sheer desperation on his face.

The wolf smiled at him, picking through each key, one by one. "Which one is the key to his cage?"

"The smallest one. The others are color-coded to each lock with a little jewel. Good system. The best."

"This one?" the wolf said, selecting a tiny golden key with delicate teeth. He bent to dangle it in front of Asher's face.

The wolf's voice was teasing, and he had an oddly sadistic look on his face. Asher hesitated, suddenly full of apprehension. He suddenly got the feeling that his new master might not actually let him out of the cage, or might make him keep begging for it. The wolf looked downright evil right now.

"Yes, yes. That one."

The wolf bent closer to Asher, still holding the key. "Your pretty little cock is so cute when it's locked up. But I promised I would buy you and put the key in this lock if you did a good job... is that what you want, sweetheart? You want me to put the key in the lock?"

Asher gurgled in desperation, mouth still wet from being fucked. He nodded, begging with his eyes and his facial expression, ears pinned back against his skull.

The wolf put the key in the lock, but didn't turn it. Asher moaned, rocking his hips into the empty air, his cock so hard in the cage that it hurt. Clear precum dripped from the cage, gleaming in the sunlight. The wolf tapped the key thoughtfully, but still didn't turn it, and Asher suddenly realized that the wolf had promised to put the key in the lock, not unlock and let him come.

"Oh wow," the wolf said. "You look like you still want something else. You look like you're about to cry. What's wrong, sweetheart? You need something?"

Asher humped the air harder, whining. He'd given up on the last shred of his dignity; he needed to come! He didn't care if he looked like a slut, squirming and whining like a feral dog

The wolf just laughed. "Use your words," he said. "All you have to do is tell me what you want."

"Eeeassse," Asher tried. He couldn't make the right syllables with the spider gag keeping his mouth forced open. "Urrrnn. Eease. Umm."

"Ohhh," the wolf said, as if he'd suddenly realized something. "Oh wow. I know what you want. You want me to turn this key, don't you?"

Asher nodded frantically.

"Well, why didn't you say so?" the wolf said. "I'll turn the key for you."

The wolf turned the key in the lock...

The wrong way.

The key was so small and so delicate that Asher immediately knew it was going to break. Asher gasped in horror, then let out a wordless cry, squirming and trying to stop the wolf. His chains jangled like pretty bells as he writhed, trying to get away.

The wolf didn't stop. He continued forcing the key the wrong direction until it snapped like a toothpick, breaking off into the lock. Then he tossed the broken piece on the ground.

No! No, he needed to get the cage off, needed to come!

Asher couldn't stop squirming. His hips worked helplessly against the empty air, fighting to try and find some more friction that would help him get off. The permanently locked chastity cage didn't budge. It jiggled in the air, hard and unyielding. There was no way to get it off now! It wasn't fair! He needed to come!

"There you go," the wolf said softly. He stood up, then pulled Asher's face against his thigh so that Asher's snout rested against his cock. He stroked Asher's head affectionately. "Now your pretty little cock is locked away, all safe, permanently. Don't worry. I'll still play with it sometimes, when it's fun for me. Won't that be nice, sweetheart?"

Asher whined, driving his hips against the wolf's leg frantically, trying as hard as possible to get off. Maybe he could still get off with the cage on, if he tried hard enough--!

The wolf groaned, his cock thickening in front of Asher's face. "Fuck, you look good when you do that," the wolf said, letting him hump for a few more seconds. "My poor pet is still horny, isn't he? Don't worry. I'm going to take you home, and maybe I'll fuck you later. Maybe that will make you feel better, huh? Or maybe it'll just make you feel worse. Who knows."

Then the wolf pulled his leg away, leaving Asher squirming and unbalanced. He almost toppled over-- but the leash around his throat stopped him.

"All mine now," the wolf said. He unlocked Asher's leash from the post, then motioned for Asher to follow him. "Come on, pet. We're going home."