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A Slave's Love

Chapter 1: The Fight Club and Captain Fang

In this world, they say that the only thing that matters is one's freedom, and for some that is the only thing they live and hope for in their sorrowful lives. To be free from oppression and bondage is a longing for these creatures that they may never know. One in particular sat among these depressed and lonely beings. His name is Malachi, and he is a young male red fox of fifteen years in age.

Malachi sat among the several other male slaves in the dank, musty cell they all called home. Along with him, there was Joshua, who was rather new to this group and to Malachi was being quite loud as he shook the bars of their cell with his big paws. Joshua was much bigger than the others, having a bit of body weight on his mid section where as the others were either muscular or slim, depending their schedule and their master clientele. Joshua, the big bulky wolf of the group was the only one still wearing a tattered green tunic and tan trousers, which signified he came in earlier that morning and from his rude growling and curses, he was not happy about his situation.

While the large wolf begged and pleaded with the uncaring guards outside the cell room, the others that consisted of Daniel, a muscular otter who by just gazing upon him would seem to be looking at walking testosterone, even Malachi joked about Daniel having muscles on his muscles. Solomon, a graying bear, and the eldest of the slave males sat near Malachi, finding some quiet solace in the youngster. Lastly, sitting against the corner, was the foreboding muscular body of the black furred lion Ezekiel.

Now Ezekiel could easily pass for just an average black lion, but to the other slaves in the cell, he was the one you left be if you feared for you life. Daniel, who was beyond any doubt bigger by mass than Ezekiel, feared the leonine for just the week prior to this one Ezekiel made Daniel submit to his needs and made the large otter his bitch in front of the others. Malachi remembered that night and could still clearly see the tears and fear on his poor otter cell mate's muzzle as the thick leonine's well endowed length ripped into him with each thrust.

That little stunt by Ezekiel cost him a week in the castle quarry, which was the most hated job for any slave, but the black lion felt it was worth is and now easily asserted his dominance over any of the others, including the new wolf that now was beginning to scratch the big cat's last nerve. Joshua let out one last howl to be set free, and that was all it took. Before any of the other slaves could blink, Ezekiel was upon the gray wolf, the massive black paw gripping his throat while the black feline pinned him to the door, a low, annoyed, guttural growl emanating from the broad chest of the nearly naked lion.

"Shut your fucking yap box before I put something in there to silence it for you!" Ezekiel roared, the sound reverberating off the cold stone walls and floor, causing the other furs to pin their ears back from the immense noise.

The fear in the gray wolf's eyes became apparent when he stared into the menacing yellow orbs of the lion that was now towering before him. Joshua struggled against the mighty grip, his eyesight blurring as his lungs ached for breath from the massive paw around his throat. The wolf felt his chest burning and aching for the wanted breath he was not sure was coming, his eyes grew wider in terror as he was gripping the fact his big muzzle had gotten him into such a tight spot. It was then that a soft voice spoke up from the back of the room, surprising everyone with its almost innocent and child-like tone.

"Let...him...go...now." The small voice of Malachi spoke up.

Malachi was always a fox of few words, but when he said something, he meant it. This time however there was an undertone of annoyance in his words that struck Solomon and Daniel with a slight fear. None of the other slaves knew much about the slender, lithe red fox. In fact to them he was almost a complete mystery except his age, and a few other personal things, seeing as they all were forced to wear just a piece of cloth to cover their groin regions.

The big black feline let out a growl of even more irritation than before as he felt he was being challenged for control by this small little 'bitch' of a fox. It was quicker than lightening and the clang when Malachi's small frame became crammed against the cold steel bars caused the other two to rush to the young fox's aide. Solomon grabbed Ezekiel's arm and pleaded with the lion, "Please let him go Ezekiel, he is only a child, and he doesn't mean his words, please."

The hulking feline paused, fangs bared and chest heaving with unending anger and rage. Malachi writhed and squirmed to be free from the huge paw around his neck that was almost easily dwarfing his entire head. The small vulpine's foot paws dangled nearly a foot from the stony floor below, kicking with fervor to touch the ever comforting ground and to be free from the hold of the mass of muscles named Ezekiel. His body was in a good deal of pain as Malachi was not used to having the wind knocked out of him by such a force, his lungs were on fire to breathe and he knew he had to do something or he was going to leave the world there and now.

Chest heaving, lungs aching with each breath, his body now burning from the lack of oxygen in his lungs, Malachi struggled and kicked his foot paws to search for some kind of footing below him. As luck struck him, he found what he sought. Along the bottom of the bars ran a vertical bar to hold them all together, which let Malachi rest his foot paws before he made his move.

Once the small fox's foot paws reached, the bar below, he flexed his legs, crouching before pushing off with his strong calf muscles. He launched upward, using the surprise from his assailant to his advantage, because as he jolted at an angle Ezekiel stumbled to release his neck while Malachi somersaulted over the hulking beast of a lion and behind him. The fox took this opportunity and with fluid motion wrapped the chains of his wrist shackles around the thick feline neck, in turn reciprocating the choking gesture his attacker was gracious to try on him before.

A flash of the vulpine's fangs showed a side of Malachi the rest of the slaves had never seen before. The slim fox placed his right foot paw in the small of the big cat's back, rocking back on his left heel to put more tension on the choking chains so that Ezekiel was clawing frantically to get free. Malachi was always calm and quiet, but today he was showing fight no one thought he would have ever been capable of doing. His fangs clenched tight in a low threatening growl as he continued to choke off the black lion's air supply.

"Don't you dare think you can lay your raping paws on me! You are my bitch now!" Malachi seethed with anger toward the muscle headed feline.

All of this commotion alerted the two guards that stood watch over the slave quarters. On the left stood a formidable, athletic cheetah with his strong legs and chiseled muscle build. Next to him, on the right side of the wooden door loomed a burly bear, with his broad shoulders and muscular arms, all supporting his slight gut that was apparent under his armor. The cheetah turned to his friend and motioned with a tilt with his head to all the noise. Both guards were chosen for different purposes, the bear was the muscle and responsible for breaking up any quarrels and for enforcing. The cheetah on the other hand was there in case of escape and to escort the slaves where needed.

A loud crash came from the door as the bear guard, Royce, burst into the slave quarters with resounding authority. His figure was indeed imposing, but he stood there in a slight shock to see Malachi, a slim teenage fox, getting the best of Ezekiel with a malicious gleam in the young vulpine's amber eyes.

"Malachi!" the bear roared with a dominant growl in his throat as he made his way to the cell door, "You let him go now!" When he met the defiant glare from Malachi, he smashed his fist against the bars. "Now! Or else I am petitioning the king to put you in next weeks slave auction! Do you want that?! You want to be sold off to those barbarians?" Royce demanded, with a hint of pleading.

All the castle inhabitants claim Malachi as their favorite. The young fox had always been quite and did as commanded along with being obedient to each of the masters he had. Ever since he was a kit, Malachi was a slave to the castle. Some say he was born into it, but Malachi knows better. Back before Malachi was born a young vixen met with a noble fox, and the results of a night of passion between a noble and a commoner resulted in the slender framed, toned canine that now stood with a snarl on his lips. He eased the chain down, but not before bringing his left foot paw up into a roundhouse kick to the side of the lion's muzzle.

Ezekiel dropped like a stone to his knees, gripping his neck to try to regain his breath after receiving a blow to the head by the powerful limb of what most thought was a defenseless red fox. Stomping over to the cell door, Malachi gave Royce a glare before the bear opened it up. Royce grabbed one of the several leashes that hung just outside the door, it was custom after any fight to separate the two and take them to different cells. Therefore, Malachi was gladly going to volunteer to leave this time. Shock and awe pasted each of the other slave furs, even Joshua whom did not know what had transpired but was happy to quiet down to not cause more of a raucous.

The burly bear Royce attached the leash to the small fox's collar, which was fastened snuggly on each of the slaves, and with authority gave it a hard tug. Malachi obliged with a solemn nod, his muzzle still showing more anger toward the whole shit storm that transpired. Bryghton, the athletically built cheetah gave Royce an odd look when he led Malachi out of the slave quarters.

"Please Royce; don't tell me the little runt was the cause of that entire racket?" Bryghton tilted his head quizzically in hopes his bear friend would tell him wrong.

With a downtrodden sigh the bear shook his head, "It was Bry, seems little Malachi got tired of our resident asshole Ezekiel and got the better of him."

Both guards exchanged some silent glances before Royce lead Malachi away. Now it is customary that any fight amongst the slaves handled with separating one from the other and if the fighting persists then sell one slave to the highest bidder in an auction. The bear pulled Malachi down the cold stone hallway. Like most halls in the castle, this one contained a high ceiling, mostly for the larger canine types, and a soft red carpet fashioned under their foot paws with a slight gold trim.

Malachi caught the familiar scents of some of the nobles he passed, some standing out more to him as he recognized he had encountered them before from working as their servant or personal slave. Each of the slaves had a task; Ezekiel charged with helping in the fields, the quarry, the stables, etc. Solomon always ended up with working in the palace library, which he adored as it helped him learn more and expand his mind. Either Daniel would end up doing construction work around the palace or they allowed nobles to buy him out for a while and help some of the nobles at their lands with odd jobs.

Our little teen fox was always the slave who helped around the inner workings of the palace, either in the kitchen, with the maids, and even on rare occasions, he was the fur to keep a visiting noble company during their visit. On these visits, it wasn't uncommon for a noble to take Malachi as his or her caller for the night times. Malachi did not mind the nobles that used his body in a sexual way; he grew used to it after a while and expected it most of the time when he became a visitor's escort.

The two males rounded the next corner, which caught the fox off guard. Usually Royce would take them a few rooms down and lock them inside to cool down, but today the bear seemed to be taking him a lot further than he should. Malachi stopped, causing Royce to tug on the leash, but when Malachi did not respond, he turned to see what the cause for it was. The young vulpine lifted his head, which was down the whole time to show he was the submissive to the nobles and that was customary for the slaves.

He gave Royce an interested look before asking, "Why are we going down here? All that is here is stables." Malachi became even more curious as Royce gave him a slight grin.

The larger ursine wrapped a muscular arm around the neck of the young fox and gave him a small chuckle. "I thought you might want to get that anger out Mal. You took down Ezekiel, the biggest predator I have seen in a long time. I want to show you something."

With his ears pinned back and with a reluctant nod, Malachi followed Royce into the stables. Way back past all the feral animals, and a few rooms beyond that, the two men stepped into a massive room with an over abundance of straw strewed about along with several mountainous bails which erected into what could be seats. Between the mountains of hay bales, there opened up a rather encompassing pit several feet in depth and over fifty feet in diameter. Along the inner walls of this makeshift arena were several cages big enough to hold a fur in each one comfortably. Malachi had heard rumors of slave fights echoing the gossip inside the palace, but never in his wildest dreams did he think it was real.

"Welcome to the fight arena! The guards around the palace gather the slaves and pit them together in matches, and the winner gets a share of the profits and time off their labors for the remaining week. So far, the champion is Ezekiel. He has won the last nine consecutive matches. He hasn't done any work in months because Bryghton and me trained him." Royce explained to the confused looking fox.

Malachi gazed around in awe, his amber orbs taking it all in. He walked around, feeling the course straw under his foot paws as he made his was around the outer rim of the fight pit. It was not much loner after Royce released the leash to let him roam around the arena. All the slaves could roam free in here seeing as there was only one exit, and that was how they came in. When Malachi glanced up after several minutes of wondering about, he took notice that Royce had now left him alone. Just when our young fox got the idea to try to get out, he saw the portly ursine coming back into the arena with a tall, toned, muscular wolf.

Malachi felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of this wolf, his fur black as midnight and his eyes casting a red hue that stood out like no other. This wolf wore a tattered leather vest with a white tunic underneath along with some black trousers that ended at his large boots what covered his foot paws. A long crimson overcoat rested over the broad shoulders of this athletic Adonis before Malachi, the coat having intricate gold trim along with golden buttons down the torso. Perched upon the head of the lupine sat a triangular captains hat, which made the fox believe this canine came from the port close by, and the salty ocean smell that stood out in the wolf's scent was even more evidence he was used to being at sea more than land.

He could feel his heart beating faster when he got closer to this sea faring wolf, his nose taking in the strong scent of male musk and sea salt. Malachi felt feelings he could not comprehend. Sure, he has been with others before but this he was feeling now was something he just could not fathom. As he stood next to the new canine, he could hear his heart ringing in his ears with each beat. He took in the vision that was this wolf, along with the chiseled, toned abs peeking under the open tunic, and each abdominal gleaming in the silky soft fur and begging for the fox to caress. The more Malachi took in of the wolf, the faster he felt his heart pump, feeling as if it were going to erupt out of his chest. He could not contain himself any longer; the scent was driving him insane!

As if a vixen in heat, Malachi latched onto the wolf, his nose buried in the crevasse between the pectoral muscles and taking in a deep breath filled with that intoxicating aroma that he was growing to crave. Royce and the wolf exchanged looks at one another before the wolf gave a soft chuckle, and placed a big paw on the young fox's head to ruffle the soft blonde head fur of the vulpine. This small action made Malachi murr loudly in acceptance as he just kept taking in that wonderfully addicting salty musk of the wolf.

The wolf kept still as he exchanged words with Royce, not seeming too bothered by his new leech fox. "So this is the one you mentioned to me? He seems too harmless to be a fighter if you ask me." He said with a chuckle while continuing to caress the fox's head.

"I assure you what I told you is true. Apparently he is a typical fox, drawn to the nearest wolf with the intent to mate." Both males laughed at that, but Malachi heard nothing but his own throbbing heartbeat.

"Well if he is as strong as you say then I'll take your wager. I want him in the fights tonight."

Royce gave an assuring nod. "Of course sir, I will see to it he wins too. Don't worry about anything. Young Malachi will win you all the money you want tonight."

"He better, I'm placing it all on this one fox." The wolf said with a spry grin. "Although, seeing how he is attached to me for now, perhaps I can pay for a little recreation with this one. He is quite cute and would look better moaning under me, if you catch my drift?" he nudged the ursine with a wink and held out several gold coins that made Royce's eyes light up with energy.

"Of course, he is yours for however long you wish sir!" he exclaimed while snatching the gold from the wolf's paws and biting on a piece to check its authenticity.

The muscular canine gave Royce a gentle wave of the paw to be as nice as he could to tell the bear to leave. Without a moments hesitation he left, leaving the two canines alone, the young fox still reeling from what would be the first musk high he was going to experience. Malachi felt the wolf pull him from his spot between his pectorals which disturbed the kit and made him emit a irritated growl to which the wolf chuckled, replying with, "Come now, there will be more time for that later. Why don't we find a comfortable spot in here?"

The young fox gave a nod, his head was still reeling and at this point the wolf could have asked anything and he would do it. He was not sure what was coming over him but he knew for some reason this wolf made him relaxed and safe, more so than he has ever been in his life. Malachi wanted nothing more than to just bury his muzzle back in the wolf's chest and take in more of that scent to stay safe.

With a big strong wolf arm around his shoulder, Malachi followed his new 'master' to wherever he wanted him. They came to one of the back corners where there was a bit more straw and the wolf bunched a bit of it together to make the ground softer as he eased the shackled fox down onto the hay. The wolf was now standing over him, and Malachi had to admit he was even more handsome than the fox thought, his masculine form and toned physique making him a picture perfect canine specimen. It was not until the larger canine began removing his vest, hat, and tunic that the fox's heart picked up its pace again.

Young Malachi could not help but stare at the half-naked wolf Adonis before him as the sun shining through the boards in the roof illuminated that dark ebony fur which gleamed with the tight abdominal muscles and carved pectorals. The wolf eased down next to the slender fox, the build of Malachi nothing like that of this god he now saw before him, which did make him a bit self conscious of it just before he felt that big black paw rubbing down his back just between the fox's shoulder blades.

'Why do I get this feeling when I look at him?' Malachi thought while letting loose a soft murr from the large paw on his back, caressing him softly. 'When I look in his eyes I feel safe, like I don't ever want to leave his side.'

A soft smile crosses the muzzle of the wolf before he placed his paw on the thigh of Malachi, eliciting a blush from the fox that became apparent when the pink of his ears flushed red. When the wolf saw this, he gave the side of Malachi's muzzle a quick lick. Malachi's eyes got wide; he was not used to these feelings, and especially the tenderness he was getting from this wolf. Most others just mounted him and told him to leave, but this one seemed different somehow.

"So...what is your name little fox?" the wolf asked, his voice was so soothing, deep, yet with a soft alluring undertone to the fox.

Malachi could not stop his blush from growing as he tried to respond. "Malachi, master."

The big wolf gave that wonderful smile again as he chuckled. "Malachi eh? Well Malachi, I am Captain Fang."

Fang spoke so softly that Malachi was swooning before he knew it. Though he knew Fang more likely than not would leave after tonight, he did not care; he was enjoying the wolf's presence as long as it lasted. It was not but a moment of silence before Fang was leaning over Malachi, his muzzle dangerously close to the fox's. Then it happened...their lips met and instantly Malachi felt all inhibitions and fears about Fang leaving fade away and all that mattered was the moment.

Fang pressed his lips firmly against Malachi's, within seconds the young fox relaxed and opened his muzzle to allow the big, flat canine tongue to invade his maw. The slick, warm wolf flesh danced around inside the muzzle of the fox as they kissed for what seemed like hours to Malachi. When Fang pulled from the kiss he was panting just slightly and the smell of his masculine musk grew stronger, hitting Malachi like a wall.

Both canines could not deny that they were growing aroused from the other, Malachi most of all. His loincloth had quite the tent under it as his slick pink fox flesh was almost completely out of his sheath. Fang caught wind of Malachi's arousal and with a mischievous smirk, he took a claw, a quick motion and the cloth fell from the foxy waist of Malachi. Murring low and deep, Fang lowered himself to the exposed fox cock and drawing his flat tongue over the underside of the shaft while his paws tugged down the sheath to release the soft knot inside.

The hot wolf tongue, mixed with the warm breath on his cock was more than Malachi could stand. He was not used to this treatment, as he was to pleasure the other and left to masturbate on his own after. These sensations made his pole of thick fox meat jump, the pointed tip secreting precum that was quickly then lapped up by Fang. All of a sudden, Malachi felt his entire six inches of cock being surrounded by warm and wet, making him gasp out a loud moan. A new feeling welled up in his sleek body as he saw Fang sucking on his entire length to the knot.

The wolf's head began to move up and down the shaft, creating suction along the fox cock, which in turn released more of the salty, sweet precum that the wolf greedily swallowed. Fang was enjoying his slave's taste and was wanting more and more with each glob of precum that landed on his tongue. He kept blowing the young teenage fox with fervor, seeking more of that exquisite liquid from the kit's cock.

Malachi felt his legs quiver, he was not sure if he could take much more. Then he felt it, the feeling rising up in him. He moaned and panted his breathing quickened, and his chest tightened. He felt his legs tense and his toes curl when his balls drew up to his body. With a loud howl of ecstasy, he released a torrent of cum into Fang's muzzle, which the wolf drank down without hesitation.

He fell back against the straw, panting harder as the orgasm he just had was washing over him. Fang just pulled off Malachi's dick and gave his lips a lick to get any more seed that he might have missed. The wolf's pants were tight now and a nice sized bulge formed at the crotch. Fang hooked his thumbs into his trousers and slid them down to expose his own ten inches of thick, dripping wolf hood.

When Malachi glimpsed the massive wolf dick, he could not help but give a loud murr before his tail thumped against the hay under him. Fang reached down, and with his paw, he gathered some of the excess cum from the fox's cock before applying it to his own. A few soft strokes and his cock was coated in the thick seed like lubricant. With the rest of the fox's excess seed, he took and smeared some along the tight anal star of Malachi. The vulpine was not expecting this and let out an audible meep at the fingers massaging his entrance.

Fang gave a soft chuckle as he swirled his finger at the pucker before pressing his finger inside, and causing Malachi to whimper out a long moan of pleasure. "Hehe, looks like you haven't had a decent touch in quite some time. Don't worry, I plan to show you a good time Malachi."

At this point Fang could have said he was going to rape the fox and he would not have cared. He was putty in the wolf's paws and the feeling of Fang's fingers scissoring inside his anal passage was driving him bonkers. Malachi arched his back and panted even more, his body was feeling pleasure like never before and it was amazing. His senses were dulling and everything was turning into pleasure and bliss. That was until he felt it pressing against him.

The thick, pointed wolf dick head was at his entrance and wanted access. Malachi was about to moan when his muzzle was silenced by the wide tongue of Fang being shoved into his maw, entwining with his own. The kiss did little to lessen the pain that was now running through Malachi's small body, sure, he had taken dicks before but this was thick with a girth he was not used to and it set his rear on fire when it first began to push inside. Fang however knew this and compensated, slowing his advances into the tight ass of the fox to allow the passage to adjust to his large canine meat.

Once each inch of thick wolf cock buried deep in his ass, Malachi wrapped his arms around Fang. His heart was beating harder and faster and the odd feeling in his stomach rose, he knew it was not the wolf's cock, not yet anyway, but he could not shake this feeling inside him. The feeling he wanted this wolf more and more with each passing second.

Slow at first, and then harder came the thrusts of Fang's dick into the warm, slick passage of the fox Malachi. Both felt a fire stirring inside as they let out moans into one another's muzzles while they remained locked in a kiss. It was not long before Fang was pounding his fleshy rod into that tight ass, his heavy balls slapping against Malachi's cheeks with each hammering slam into the warmth. Malachi dug his claws into the back of Fang, sending the large wolf slamming his cock with more and more roughness than the one before. It was not long before the fox felt it again, his chest tightens along with his legs and his balls pulled up to his body. He pulled from the kiss and let out a howl of sheer pleasure, his anal walls tightening around the large canine dick inside him and holding it tight. Fang pushed forward, but the tightness of Malachi's hole was too much and he could feel his knot swelling inside the vulpine below.

The howl rang loud in the arena as the young fox coated his chest and belly in thick ropes of musky cum. When Fang could not move his cock he began to grind, his knot now locking them together and with each short thrust Malachi would yip from the sexual bliss; feeling like his ass was being tugged with the knot. Fang was close, his orgasm rising quickly as he wrapped his muzzle around the small fox's shoulder and biting down hard he slammed his hips forward.

A muffled roar around the fox shoulder signaled the torrent of wolf cum that flooded into Malachi's bowels when Fang released. Malachi felt the hot seed filling his rear and then some as the large wolf balls drained themselves into the young kit below, filling the anal passage to the brim with hot, virile, wolf cum, causing the fox to collapse from having cum twice in succession.

Fang pulled off the shoulder of Malachi and licked the wound while catching his breath. Both remained that was for some time so that Fang's knot could deflate and untie them. When he slid the knot loose, it made Malachi whimper and try to clench down on the sensitive wolf dick.

"Mmm...no no, you have to get ready. You can have more later I promise." Fang murred and pulled Malachi into a spooning position, nuzzling and kissing the young fox's neck every few moments as they enjoyed their afterglow together.

They lay there spooning for about an hour before Fang sat up and began to get dressed. He stood over the resting Malachi and gave a soft chuckle. While he put his triangular hat upon his head, he felt something as he gazed at the sleeping fox, something in his heart that he could not explain. He smiled to himself as he put the shackles back on Malachi, getting him ready for the upcoming fight as he slept.

Malachi slept for another hour while other guards and furs gathered in the Arena. When he woke up, he found himself in one of the cages in the fighting pit. He was completely naked, but clean of all seed from before and around his neck, he felt the collar and then he saw the shackles. This brought him down and he lowered his head and ears, feeling just like he did when he slept with those other nobles, abandoned and alone.

He glanced up to see Fang standing at the edge of the pit, giving him a smile and a wink which immediately perked the young fox up until he looked over to who was on the other side of the arena. Malachi gave a whine when he was his opponent, Ezekiel. He may have found someone he felt strongly for, but now it seemed he was going to have to fight for his life to see the wolf once more. One look into the black lion's eyes and he could tell that Ezekiel meant business. Malachi lowered his head and said a silent prayer to whatever god was listening as a loud clang echoed and both of the slave's cages opened.