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The collection

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by Noku

No one saw anything. One minute he was there, a gloomy fox walking with his hands hidden in the pockets of his dirty hoodie, looking down with a defeated expression, and dragging his paws over the street wet from the rain that had fallen that afternoon. Then, he was gone in the blink of an eye. No one paid attention. No one asked what happened. He simply disappeared while a blue van drove away.

He was a nobody. That's why he chose him--he reeked loser from miles away. A jock that spent too much time at the gym, with half of it going into hitting girls that didn't find anything impressive in his swollen muscles. A bully that threatened everyone who crossed his path. A loser no one would notice had disappeared until three or four days later and even then wouldn't move a finger to find him.

"I'm giving you a better purpose," the stranger said to him, while he injected the serum straight into his bloodstream.

It all happened so quickly that he didn't have a chance to fight or even scream. The strange drug paralyzed him in a matter of seconds and he fell like a rag doll, conscious of everything happening around him but unable to move or speak. All that came out of his maw were weak groans suffocated by the noise of the van driving out of downtown, with his captor taking sudden turns left and right to confuse him.

And after some minutes, his consciousness succumbed too, and the fox fell asleep.

It all happened in the blink of an eye. No dream. No nightmares. His body didn't feel tired. He blinked once, and he was immediately teleported from the dark van to an illuminated room, with bright white lights on the roof dazzling his weakened consciousness.

He tried to move, but his body felt too heavy as if something was stopping him. His arms and legs, in particular, he could barely raise them from the cold table below him. The neck too, was tied by what he immediately recognized as a collar.

It was then that it hit him. The straight leap between the van and that place kept the memories fresh, and the fox reminded he was kidnapped on his way back home. He immediately started to struggle with the bindings on his wrists and ankles, only to find the metal too strong for him. Between growls and grunts, he kept on fighting, confident in the muscles he had worked so hard to get and too proud to admit defeat.

This struggle didn't last, and it stopped seconds later after an unknown voice caught his attention.

"The sedative lasted less than I expected. I better take note of that."

A male voice. Not too deep. Slightly juvenile. He spoke calmly, clearly not worried about the crime committed. The fox tried to look, only to hurt himself after pulling upwards against the metal collar.

"I'm not gonna waste another dose so please bear with me while I clean you up. Scissors are sharp, and you don't wanna get hurt, do you?"

The fox waited until the strange approached to finally get a better view of him. A crocodile with a unique look provided by the deep blue scales covering his body--or at least the visible parts. He wore a white lab coat and a big spiked collar around his neck. The lush hair, brown like his eyes, looked a little messy and wet, probably a result of a strong effort.

The fox thought about throwing an insult or a threat, only to get quickly discouraged as he couldn't say which was more threatening: the sharp fangs showing off from the sides of his maw or the big scissors in his right hand, that he held in the air to remark his previous statement.

Instead, the fox swallowed and, after taking a deep breath, asked: "What are you gonna do to me?"

"Nothing that you should care about," the crocodile replied, and he carefully began to cut through the tank top covering the fox's chest. "However, I don't plan to hurt you in any way, if you somehow find that comforting."

Nonsense, that's what the fox heard. How did he dare to say that while he was being held against his will to what could very well be an operation table? His eyes darted across the room but couldn't find any kind of medical instruments, which didn't make him feel any better.

After cutting through the tank top, the crocodile took it off carefully. His eyes inspected slowly the large and meaty pecs until his free hand couldn't resist giving them a good squeeze. The fox growled at him, and even jerked violently, which didn't scare the crocodile.

"Fascinating. I don't believe you have a lot of redeemable qualities, but at least I must admit your devotion to bodybuilding is admirable. Exactly what I am looking for."

"What's that supposed to mean?" He spat at him.

The crocodile only chuckled before proceeding to cut the boxers. It was then that the fox realized he didn't feel the rest of his clothes, which mean he was about to be naked in the crocodile's presence. That, along with the dirty smile in his maw, put in his head a lot of disgusting ideas that raced his heart in fear.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!" He asked again.

However, he froze after feeling the scissors cutting through the cloth, so dangerously close to his private parts. The fox swallowed. His hands held to the table while he heard the cloth being cut, and the sharp sound of both edges meeting while his fat fingers closed the scissors.

"That's more likely. We don't want an accident," the crocodile said calmly while he got rid of the musky boxers.

The cold breeze coming out of his nostrils sent a shiver up the fox's spine, who noticed how close the crocodile was to his cock. It throbbed faintly out of nerves, having never had a male get so close to his crotch like that. He heard the reptile sniff a couple of times, then take a deep breath. The slaps from his tail against the floor startled him, a clear sign of his enjoyment.

With a deep sigh that bathe his cock and went down the thick thighs, the crocodile stood back up and put the scissors on a table out of sight.

"I'm not a fan of musk, but I gotta admit yours is not that bad. It's almost enjoyable," he paused and disappeared from the fox's sight. After a moment, a silent mechanism pushed the bed up until it reached a 45° angle.

"Too bad I have to get rid of it. It's not good for what I'm looking for."

The clean room. The lab coat. The operating bed. A realization hit the fox, and fear took over him. Shaking in his bindings, he stared at the reptile after it appeared back in his sight, holding a wet sponge and the end of a hose.

"L-l-l-look, you w-w-want money? I'll give you money! My car! My house! Anything! Just let me go, p-p-please!"

That stopped the crocodile for a moment, who looked straight at the fox's face. A mistake, the vulpine soon realized, after seeing the mocking look thrown by those big, brown eyes.

"Don't be silly. I don't want those things. I want your body, nothing else."

"What?!"

The crocodile opened the hose and a stream of warm water hit his chest. With care, he proceeded to scrub the dirt and grease out of the fox's golden fur, making a lot of foam that was quickly washed away by the water.

"I can't afford to have a dirty fox in my collection. Especially with fur so precious like yours. You need to be clean."

He continued speaking as if there was nothing weird about what he was doing. His big hands scrubbed carefully the golden fur, trying not to pull it or tangle it. With circular movements, the reptile got rid of the sweat and grease from the day, while the warm water slowly relaxed the tensed muscles. A weak lavender fragrance reached his nose, and while he still didn't trust the crocodile, it inevitably relaxed him--enough to put an end to his trembles.

He did his cleaning job with diligence that, in any other circumstance, might have been found flattering even coming from a male. But he also noticed the devious intentions behind the way those big hands moved all over him; the crocodile didn't miss a chance to rub or squeeze his muscles, clearly fascinated by his sculptural body.

"What are you gonna do to me?" The fox dared to ask after a moment when the crocodile was cleaning his paws.

"Knowing it won't make a difference, but if you're that curious, let's just say I'm gonna exhibit your body where everyone can admire it, "he spoke again calmly, holding a warm yet unnerving smile.

The final part to clean was the crotch area, where the reptile made obvious what he wanted. After scrubbing with care, he dropped the sponge and hose to massage the fat tool the fox was too shy to admit had only been enjoyed by the females he paid to be with.

His gentle touch surprised him, and while he fought it at first, his body reacted as it was expected. The crocodile knew how to handle a cock, that was clear, and a massage to his balls was all it took for the thick shaft to start growing.

"My, oh, my," the crocodile whistled, holding the heavy rod with both hands.

Both thumbs rubbed the foreskin before carefully pulling it down, revealing the red tip already leaking pre. The fox felt disgusted by that, having never been touched by a male before. He experienced no attraction, and even if his captor was a female, the situation wasn't exciting at all. Yet, his cock throbbed the more the crocodile touched it.

The poor vulpine looked away, but he couldn't ignore the careful and experienced touch. And the pleasure kept on building inside him.

"A respectable size and weight. I'll have to make some adjustments to my formula if I wanna keep this shaft up."

Again he spoke with words that made no sense. With gnashed fangs and clenched fists, the fox did his best to turn that pleasure into hatred, to fuel his rage so he could send the crocodile to sleep the moment his hand got released. A second, that was all he needed--even less, just the smallest window to throw a sucker punch.

But that opportunity never came. From the same table where he put the scissors, the crocodile took a syringe full of a clear liquid. After checking there were no bubbles on it, he stood next to the fox and cleaned a spot on his arm.

"Wait, wait, wait! What is that?!" The fox shrieked, trying to jump away despite his bindings.

"Don't move. I don't wanna hurt. This will help you relax. It won't hurt you at all."

Again that calm, annoying voice. The fox squirmed and screamed at the top of his lungs, doing anything in his power to stop the crocodile, but his struggle was useless.

"YOU FUCKING MONSTER! LET ME GO!" He hoped for his voice to reach beyond the walls and be heard by anyone.

But no one came to his rescue. He kept his fight and hopes up even after the needle pierced the skin, and the strange liquid invaded his bloodstream.

In a matter of seconds, the drug reached his brain, and the struggle became a weak squirm, then nothing. And the rage and fear faded, leaving instead a dumb and serene expression. The fox looked so relaxed no one would believe he feared for his life just seconds ago. His head wobbled up and down, too tired to hold its weight. The pupils, once green, had become blue.

The crocodile left him there for a moment while the drug's effects settled down. He admired his body in silence, already clean but still soggy. That dirty musk had disappeared and the fox now had that sweet, sweet lavender smell he loved so much. His cock, much to his surprise, remained firm and throbbing, with a string of pre he rushed to clean with his finger before it fell off.

After pressing a button on a small remote hidden in his pockets, the metal bracers opened and the fox slide down to stand on his own. He licked the pre from his finger, stood in front of the fox, and clapped twice.

"How do you feel?" The crocodile asked.

"Good," the fox replied, his voice showing no emotion at all.

"Are you scared?"

"No."

"Are you angry?"

"No."

"Good. Let's clarify some things first, then. My name is Noku. From now on and forever, I am your Master. From now on and forever, you are my pet. You have no name. You have no face. You are only known as pet. You will forget the life you have before our encounter. You only care about the life you have with me from now on and forever. You will obey everything I say. You will follow every one of my commands. Do not question my orders. Do not question my authority. You belong to me. You are my pet. And you will find joy in being my pet. Do you understand?"

The pet's expression changed immediately, and a smile grew in his drooling maw. With a nod, he agreed to the conditions set by Noku, who gave him a soft caress on his cheek as a reward.

"Then follow me. You must take your place in the exhibition."

Noku walked out of the room, followed closely by his naked pet who, while dragging his paws over the pristine floor, couldn't stop wobbling his head as he watched his Master walk in front of him, a crocodile of his same height yet with weaker muscles that he could overpower at any given minute--and for which he drooled instead.

A couple of minutes later, they came through a door hidden behind a bookcase, arriving at a fancy living room, with LED lights on the roof and shelves decorated with a collection of retro games and consoles acquired over the years. A 30" flat screen mounted on the wall played a muted music video. But what really stood out was the circular white sofa in the middle, with a small 2ft height black platform in the center.

"Pet, get on the platform and flex. Adopt any position of your liking. And smile. Give me a big, happy, proud smile."

The fox obeyed and walked over to the center of the room. Noku stared as he jumped on the platform and flexed his arms in a victory pose, remarking the pecs and biceps from all of his muscles. The blue crocodile approached to get a better look. He separated the fox's legs a little more, then nodded in approval.

"Excellent. I want you to keep this pose. I'll let you know when I want you to change it. Until then, you do not speak nor move. Nod if you understand."

The fox, already smiling as if he had gained an Olympic medal, nodded as Noku commanded.

The crocodile knew, of course, his pet couldn't keep a straight position forever. But just like the drug he used to mess with his weak mind, he also had one for his big body.

His pet didn't even blink after the needle pierced the soft tissue, and the mysterious substance quickly made an effect on the swollen muscles. As it spread all over his body, the fox was paralyzed. He felt as is muscles turned into solid rock, leaving him trapped in that same position his Master told him to adopt. Arms, chest, tail, everything--even his big smile remained firm, showing him happy to become a living statue for his Master's enjoyment.

After five minutes had passed, he had lost control over his body. He couldn't move a finger even if he wanted. But his mind remained awake and conscious of everything happening around him. And he saw everything once the platform began to spin slowly, to give Noku the satisfaction of admiring his body from every angle.

A temporal solution until he could make a more efficient tool, but one that made him feel proud of himself. Noku take off his lab coat, revealing a tight black tank top with green stripes on the sides and khaki jeans with a leather strip hanging from the left side. After fitting his large tail on the respective hole, he sat on the sofa and lay there with both arms open.

He felt fantastic, happy to find in the living statue a satisfaction he hadn't felt before. A feat he believed impossible at first, now a reality decorating his living room.

"My own furniture," he whispered.

But as he watched the naked fox being exhibited as a collector's toy, his joy slowly faded, and soon he understood a single pet wouldn't satiate his thirst. A collection can't be called that if it's only one toy, after all.

And his mind began to plot a scheme more complicated than simply spying on a jock. He couldn't pick any male he found on the street, after all. He had to find the right males that match the set. Big, sturdy, beefy. They had to be perfect, and Noku knew that would require more than a visit to the gym.

"They aren't gonna be as easy as him," he said to himself while looking at the empty syringe at the other end of the sofa. "I'll have to build something stronger."

And with his right hand mimicking a gun, he had a brilliant idea for a replacement.

But until then, the fox would suffice. Noku saw him spin, flexing his muscles to perpetuity, completely aware of his surroundings.

His living statue. The first piece of his collection.