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I've been taking photography studies for a while now, evening classes at the local community centre. I'm a pretty good photographer (even if I do say so myself) but there were a few new skills I wanted to learn and being new to the area I thought it'd be a good opportunity to make friends. The class was a decent mix of people, most puzzling out the functions beyond "Auto" on their fancy, purchased-on-a-whim DSLRs. We all got on well enough and our tutor; a lithe, tall, tawny rabbit called Craig seemed able to get the best from pretty much everybody in the group, patiently coaxing even the most novice student to produce better and better results from their high-tech kit. It was clear why the photography studio he ran in town was so successful.

This evening's class was still life. Various statues, antiques and household items had been spread out around the room; lights and reflectors standing dutifully by at the edges of the room. Craig explained the basics and demonstrated a few moody shots of what looked like his cutlery drawer, I couldn't help but laugh. He caught my eye and winked, clearly amused himself. As the class moved to their various stations around the room, I wandered over to some rusty ironwork and started to set up my tripod, snapping the camera securely into the shoe and levelling the contraption out. So engrossed in what I was doing, I jumped noticeably when somebody tapped me on the shoulder.

"Oops, I didn't mean to startle you." It was Craig, peeking over my shoulder to survey the shot I'd lined up. "You seem really comfortable with the subject matter... Isn't this a bit simple for you?"

"Maybe, a little," I admitted "But I took the class more for the social aspect and to pick up a few tips. I'm still enjoying it. You're a fantastic tutor."

He beamed, whiskers twitching just a little "I'm flattered, it's good to know my efforts are appreciated. Anyway..." he trailed off for a moment, a flash of uncertainty crossing his features. "I'm thinking about heading out to the old Waterford home at the weekend. They're pulling it down in a month or so and I hear the insides are really quite something. How would you feel about a one-on-one lesson?"

I smiled back. I was free next week and I'd not had much of an opportunity to try any kind of urban exploration before; I needed little encouragement and agreed that Saturday would be fantastic. Again I was greeted with the brilliant smile "Excellent! I'll pick you up from home at about 0530, we can use the changing light to our advantage." He laid a paw briefly on my shoulder and squeezed, before almost bouncing over to a baffled looking vixen, struggling with the focus on a teddy bear.

The rest of the class passed without excitement; I was happy with the shadows I'd managed to capture on the rusty pieces of metal; soft against the stark edges and pitted surfaces. I hooked the camera up to the laptop, saved off the session ready for processing when I got home, already thinking about what I'd need to take at the weekend.

Friday evening came round quicker than I expected. I'd received an e-mail that morning from Craig, suggesting what kit I might like to bring. I didn't have the filters he recommended, but the lenses and my tripod would be sufficient. While I was packing, I thought about the house standing forbidding and bleak on a hill overlooking the town. Urban regeneration meant it would soon be consigned to the history books and I realised I knew very little about the town's brooding, silent guardian. I showered and slept early, anticipating the day ahead.

Craig arrived slightly early, I opened the door blearily to see him bouncing from foot to foot; the epitome of bright-eyed & bushy tailed. He looked down at the mug in my hand and grinned "You got another one of those?"

"Uh, unh.. Oh, yes! Sorry, come in." I replied. "I'm really not a morning person."

"So I see," he smiled. You'll wake up as soon as we get going, I'm sure. "

We sat in the kitchen while we finished our coffee, Craig making small talk about the class, how impressed he was with his students and photography in general. I nodded in what I hoped were the right places as I waited for the caffeine to bring me back from the dead. At 5:30 promptly he clapped his paws "Right, fox. Get your kit stowed in the landie and we'll be off." I hoisted my rucksack with a soft grunt & took it out to the waiting vehicle.

The Land Rover was fully equipped with winch and snorkel kit and when I opened the back door I noticed a military licence plate. The extended rear cab was equally stocked with rope, slings, lanterns and helmets. I slid my bag onto the floor and made myself comfortable next to Craig on the long front bench seat.

"You're well stocked back there," I remarked, gesturing with my head toward the stowed gear.

"Yeah, I suppose I am. Remnants of a former life, mostly; I used to be a soldier. I bought the landie when my tour ended; I couldn't bear to part with it." He slammed the gearbox with a loud crunch "She's about as keen on mornings as you are though." He laughed. He laughed harder when I rewarded him with a salute... Of the one fingered variety.

It was a good 20 minute drive to the Waterford house, and as we made our way up the somnolent high street he spoke about the history of the building. "There were rumours that it was used as a brothel in the early 1900s; that some very important people were exposed in some very depraved surroundings. The madam's parties were supposed to have been legendary." He winked lasciviously and laughed again; a sound I was rapidly warming to. I smiled back, watching his face for any sign that he was pulling my leg, his expression inscrutable. "But of course... I don't believe a word of it. These old stately homes always have these rumours attached to them, makes it a bit more exciting." The Land Rover stopped with a lurch "Well, we're here. I just need to get the gate. I have a security guard friend that might have accidentally forgotten to lock up properly last night." He said, as he slid out of his seatbelt. Leaving the door open, he took the few steps up to the gate and pulled the rusted old padlock hard, the hasp resting lightly in the staple appearing to the rest of the world to be locked. The gate needed a good hard shove before it would open, but Craig was soon back in the driver's seat and we rolled slowly up the overgrown driveway.

The lock on the front door had long gone, but decades of bad weather had warped the wood and it took our combined shoulders against the jamb to open it enough to let us slip through. Craig handed me a head lamp and slipped through the gap "Pass the bags through to me, then come through yourself. We'll never get through with rucksacks on our back. I nodded and did so, working the bulky bags through the small gap before squeezing myself in behind them.

The entrance hall would have been grand in its day, rotten flock wallpaper hung in strips from the wall revealing mouldy plaster and slimy brick; dust hung heavy in the air, floating in the beam of our head-mounted torches. Craig panned his light around slowly, his voice hushed, awestruck "Let's get some of these shutters open a bit, let some more natural light in." He gestured through to a room on his right "That looks like a good place to start, I don't want to risk the stairs until we can see better, that water damage looks intense."

I nodded my agreement and followed behind, my light playing over his back. I couldn't help but admire the muscle moving under the tight, black teeshirt the rabbit had chosen to wear today. We worked around the windows on the lower floor, prying and pushing the shutters just enough to let the long shafts of early morning light flood into the lower rooms. The water damage was less intense as we moved back, our cameras the only source of noise in the musty silence, footfalls silenced by years of grime, the shutter clicking and mirror slapping seeming almost obscenely loud. Craig showed me techniques to exploit the light, how to position myself to get the best shots, his hands often guiding mine, his body pressed up close, peering over my shoulder at the screen on my viewfinder. After an hour's worth of tuition he smiled "I think you've got it. Let's go check those stairs and then go off on your own, show me what you can do."

The stairs were wrecked; little more than pulp held together with rotten carpet, neither of us wanted to risk trying the ascent. Craig looked disappointed "We're not beaten yet; there's the servant's wing to check out yet. There might be a smaller set of stairs in the scullery." It made sense; the servants wouldn't have used the main stairs to serve the upper floors. The small door leading down to the scullery was locked, but the wood was so rotten a well-placed boot was enough to grant us access. Craig pointed "There. That looks like a doorway upstairs." He said, rattling the handle. It was locked firmly shut. "No matter. I bet there's a ring of keys around here somewhere. You try the cupboards and I'll check that dresser in the corner. After 10 minutes of rifling through mouldy papers, books and filthy old crockery, I found a bunch of keys hidden just inside a cupboard door, hooked on a nail. With a bit of a struggle we opened the door onto a dank, but firm flight of stairs going up. "Ok, you go that way fox. I'm going to find out what these other keys fit." He reached into a bag, tossed me a small radio "Just in case you need me. Best to be safe."

The stairs were narrow, pitch black. I focused my light to ensure I wasn't likely to trip or fall. The first room was charred, black. Graffiti was visible under the soot and much of the floor was gone. The rooms beyond it seemed untouched by time, besides the layers of dust and gossamer skeletons of dead insects they could have been just left. I moved slowly, respectfully through the rooms, admiring the tattered wall hangings, the opulence of the surroundings. I swapped out memory cards, not realising I'd taken nearly a thousand exposures already.

A loud static burst made me yelp, the radio clipped to my bag strap braying into life "Fox. You need to come back down here, you won't believe what I've found!"

"Roger that. Where are you?"

"Come back down into the scullery, you'll see." The radio went dead. I made my way back down the stairs. A door at the far side of the scullery had been opened, revealing nothing but pitch blackness. "I'm down here!" came a disembodied voice from below my feet "You are not going to believe your eyes." The glee in his voice was unmistakeable. Carefully, I stepped down into the gloom.

He was right, I didn't believe what I saw. The basement contained a fully fitted dungeon; shackles and manacles hung from the ceiling, cages and gibbets lined the walls and a rack dominated the floor. My jaw almost hit the floor when I finally noticed Craig.

The bunny had folded his clothes neatly and was stood stark naked next to an open frame. Wrist and ankle chains hung from pulleys in the floor and ceiling; a thick iron waistband already cinched around his waist, the pink of his unsheathed erection vivid against the dark metal. "I umm, thought you might want to take some action shots..." For the first time he looked nervous, but the confidence hadn't left his voice "Help me with these bracelets, would you?"

I was lost for words. I stood, staring; dumbfounded at the sight. He grinned "You like then?" I nodded, sure my eyes were about to stand out on stalks. "I kinda noticed the way you'd glance at me in class; and you've been checking my behind out the whole time we were here."

I chuckled shyly "Was it that obvious?"

"To me it was, but that's pretty much because I was doing it back. Now, are you going to help me into these bracelets or not? There's no need to be shy."

I stepped over, kneeling between the bunny's legs; the well-oiled mancles clipped firmly closed around each of his ankles. Craig gasped softly, I looked up in time to catch a bead of precum on the end of my nose, I instinctively lapped it away & pushed my nose teasingly up under his soft, warm sac; eliciting a squeak from the part-restrained bunny. "That's it, now my wrists fox." He glanced at me, his eyes fixing on the bulge forming in my army surplus combats, his eyebrows quirking in approval "You're enjoying it, good!" The wrist shackles fastened just as easily as the anklets. I stood back, admiring the view. "Not quite finished fox. See that lever on the wall? Pull it. With a thunk, counterweights moved in the walls, tensioning the chains and lifting the rabbit just enough to spread eagle him, the chains now taut. His eyes glanced to the corner of the room, battery powered studio lights stood ready. "You know what to do, fox. Or at least I hope you do.

I stepped up to him, a paw brushing up the inside of his leg "I've been set up, haven't I?" His face was the picture of innocence, his gaze unwavering "You mean, you think I knew all this was here and I contrived it all to get some alone time with you?" A pause "Squeeze my cock and lean a bit closer." Smiling, I complied, his malehood throbbing as my pawpads encircled it, my ear brushing his muzzle "Of course it was. Now, are you going to get those lights set up or not?"

The lights took a matter of minutes to position, the rest of the room cast into a deep shadow by the bright LED fittings, the bunny's fur glistening in the pool of light. I did a walk-round, ensuring no stray shadows would spoil the shots he was expecting me to take. As I glanced down at his behind, he twitched the powder puff of a tail, the motion causing my sheath to twitch hard in its cloth confines. I gasped softly and he laughed "Fox... In my camera bag, you'll find a couple of important things. Fetch them for me. Also, ditch the clothes; I'm feeling hard done by." I shrugged out of my teeshirt & wriggled out of the combats; pleased I'd chosen to go commando that morning. "Well, I was hoping you'd give me a show while you did that; but you can't have them all. Now, the front pocket of my camera bag?" The pocket contained a bottle of thick lubricant and a bizarre looking sex toy. A bulbous, curved device with a protruding finger. A silver button at the front suggested it was battery powered. I pressed it experimentally and the toy jumped in my grasp, a deep purr coming from the embedded motor. "Good, you've found it. Need instructions?"

"I think I can work it out" I purred, stepping up behind him; rubbing my sheath against the firm, velvety swell of his behind. He squirmed, laughing softly

"Not yet, you tease. I am ready for that toy though."

I couldn't help but growl as I loaded my pads with the thick, slick lubricant & pushed them under the upturned tail; the fluid clinging to fur and flesh as my fingers slipped into the tight passage, ensuring every surface was well covered. Craig grunted, squirming at the intrusion; more of his pre pattering against the ground as I spread him over my digits. "Use.. Use,ngh, plenty on the toy... It's bigger than I'm used to.. Then wipe your paws and use my camera.. I think you'll enjoy the show." The slicked toy took some time to get positioned, the bunny was right; even with the lube it was a struggle. With the bulbs sat in the right place, the finger pressing firmly against the soft, fuzzy taint I thumbed the switch to bring it to life. Craig squeaked in pleasure, a sound I recognised as pure lust. I quickly wiped the residue from my fingers and snatched up the camera; stepping back in front of my now captive lover.

"Oh fox.. God.. You look fantastic. Better than I could have imagined." I felt my ears flushing pink at the compliment. I was proud of my white, arctic fox pelt that was for sure, but I didn't think I was anything special. I snatched up his camera, prowling around him like a tiger, snapping him from every angle; the camera's expensive ring flash firing time after time. The toy wedged so tight against bunny's prostate causing his maleness to throb and twitch; the strings of pre glistening in the lights. Subconsciously I stroked myself, barely realising my own sheath had pushed back behind the subtle swell of my knot; my fingers came away damp and I offered them to the rabbit "Lick. No more pictures until they're clean." He needed no encouragement, the soft tongue pulling my fingers over his teeth into the moist warmth, lapping them clean; the sensation causing me to gasp and twitch almost as much as he was.

"Foxx... So close.... Quick..."

I knelt in front of him, camera angled upward; adjusted for rapid shooting. I knew the lens would get spattered, but it was protected. Craig chittered harder. "Oh fox... Fox... FOX!" The last word ringing off the walls as his sac pulled up, his cock slapping hard against the iron waistband as he loosed arc after arc of potent, thick seed into the lens of the camera and over the bridge of my muzzle. I set the camera aside, certain I'd caught enough detail, my muzzle sliding around the still throbbing shaft, a paw pushing against the toy; milking the rabbit for all he was worth, gulping each morsel eagerly as the protracted orgasm wound down. "Panting softly, he looked down at my sodden muzzle "Fox... I think I'm ready for you to take that toy out now.."

"I thought you'd never ask." I smiled, slinking back around the firmly bound rabbit; stepping carefully over the chains, staying pressed up as close as I could. With a slow, firm tug, I eased the toy free and before the bunny could blink the void had been filled with my throbbing, needy foxhood. I reached forward, a paw resting on the shackle, the other circling the bunny's still twitching cock. Burying my muzzle into the soft neck fur, I hammered into the stretched ring of muscle, biting down firmly into flesh with each firm, fast stroke; reason giving away to unbridled lust as I ground myself to the hilt, popping my rapidly swelling knot past the clenching ring of muscle. Craig growled, each filthy sentence encouraging me not to hold back, to make him my bitch. My paw caressed the bunny meat insistently, growling through clenched teeth that bunny was going to cum with his fox. He nodded, chittering loudly "Then give me it fox. Give me that knot. Tie me and make me spurt... You know you want to." I did, and I couldn't hold back, barking and howling as my knot slammed home; my paw squeezing the malehood like a vice as my orgasm tore through me, torrentially spraying the bunny's tormented insides with my hot, musky seed. Craig screamed, squirming ineffectually as the pressure and warmth pushed him back over the edge, soaking my fingers in his sweet cum. An experimental tug suggested we'd be here for a while, my knot locked deep and secure. "Pleased you came, fox?" For the second time that morning I found myself speechless, nodding gently against my lover's back as I rest against him. "Fox? You know something?"

I mumbled softly, an incoherent acknowledgement.

"I think I love you..."