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"The Other Side of the Fence, pt 1."

by

WolfHound Baxton

A pair of fluorescent lights illuminated the concrete floor of Master Silva's dungeon, casting an eerie bluish glow over the floor and the two pups squirming on it. One was a black wolf with brown splotches, blue eyes and red runic tattoos along his shoulders. His ears bore piercings on their lower parts and he also had a pair of nipple piercings. The wolf sighed under his muzzle, a leather piece that covered his entire snout, except for a breathing tube, and strapped behind his head. He rubbed himself with his mitted paws. The mitts were locked on him to prevent him from using his hands.

The wolf cast a wistful gaze over towards his only companion in this dark place. He was also a wolf, but all-white except for his light-blue eyes. The two of them both wore nothing but their paw-mittes, muzzles, and collars - the collars inscribed with the names of each, all in lower-case letters. The brown wolf's tag said "sigmund," and the white wolf's said "lucas." Both of the wolf slaves bore the mark of Master Silva on the left side of their chests in the form of a tattoo - a roaring bear in dark blue ink with a black outline.

Sigmund nuzzled the other wolf who returned his gesture with a huge. Though unable to speak to one another, they often found themselves in this situation and had developed a certain way of talking to each other without actually exchanging words.

Sigmund rubbed his right mitt over that of Lucas and gave him a nuzzle. The look in his eyes, as they made contact with Lucas' said all that needed to be said: "I hope Master comes home soon."

Lucas nodded lightly and gave his slave brother a hug.

Though the situation might have looked oppressive, the two slave brothers actually loved and preferred their life. They were happy with each other and happy with their Master. Still, they were often lonely as Master Silva and his mate Master Midas had busy work schedules and were not able to be with their boys all the time. This meant they were often placed in the dungeon like this with only their chains and bondage to remind them of their lord's presence in their lives.

Suddenly, the door to the dungeon was heard opening. Sigmund's ears perked up and his eyes lit up with joy. It must be his Master! His Master had returned home!

Sig hopped up to all fours and crawled to the front of the stairs leading from the house to the dungeon. He had been taught not to stand in his Master's presence, as Master Silva found it disrespectful. Lucas blinked and padded slowly behind him as they say at the foot of the stairs, anxiously looking upwards at the opening door.

As the door open, Sigmund's ears drooped and he let out an audible sigh. Lucas looked over to him sympathetically and they turned their eyes back up the stairs. It wasn't their Master at the door, but his alpha slave, Argyle.

Argyle was a brown otter with green markings. Enslaved as well, he wore a collar with his name inscribed on it, just as the other boys, and a set of cuffs. He also had Master Silva's tattoo on his chest, but he was not mitted or restricted to all fours like Sigmund and Lucas. Also he wore a harness which was, in Master Silva's family, a sign of higher status. Despite this, it was clear that the otter was significantly smaller than the two wolves.

"I hope you boys are hungry, cause I got dinner ready!" said the otter.

Lucus put his mitted paws up and stood up excitedly, wagging his tail. He was hungry as they hadn't been fed in a while. Sigmund however, seemed somewhat glum and only mildly interested. It had been two whole days since the slaves had seen Master Silva.

Argyle carried a large bucket with him down the stairs with him. It had a large plastic scoop in it. He walked over to two metal bowls on the floor and sat down the bucket.

The two pups clambered over to Argyle eagerly.

The otter grinned down at the boys and then took the lid off of the bucket, taking a sniff. "Ahh... fresh food for pups. I'm sure you're hungry..."

The otter dipped the plastic scoop into the bucket and pulled out a wad of brown mushy material that smelled something like meat. It resembled dog food. Though actually it was food fit more for anthros than feral creatures. It had simply been ground up to the consistency of dog food after being cooked and prepared. Some vegetables were mixed in too for nutrition. Masters Silva and Midas cared for the health of their slaves, but thought that slaves should be fed mushed up food rather than "real" food reserved for free people and guests of the family.

"Here boys!,'" said Argyle as he snapped his webbed claws together, summoning the boys over to him. He took hold of their muzzles and unlatched them, releasing their faces. The boys were trained not to talk.

"Eat up pups!" said the otter, taking the muzzles over to a rack on the side wall of the dungeon and hanging them up.

"The slaves knew they were not supposed to talk, being trained as dog-slaves. Instead they pressed their muzzles down to each of their bowls, inscribed with their names, and began to lick and nibble up the sloppy mess of food that the otter had given them.

"I love watching puppies eat," said the otter. He lifted one of his webbed feet and rubbed it over Sigmund's head before pressing it down into the sloppy dog food, snickering to himself. Having fun with the dog-slaves was one of the privileges of being alpha.

Sigmund grumbled under the foot of the otter who was smaller than himself. He continued to eat his food though resentment and jealousy built in him. Why had Master chosen this otter, half his size, to be his alpha slave?

"It wasn't fair!," thought Sigmund. After all, he was stronger and much more manly than this little fish-eater. The brown wolf grumbled barely audibly under his breath as he ate. He was hungry after all.

Lucas sniffled a bit, turning his eyes over towards Sigmund with concern as he lapped up his dog slop, his tongue now rubbing across the bottom of the bowl as he licked.

Sigmund had not always been a slave, though in his heart he always knew he was meant to be one. Before coming under the collar of Masters Silva and Midas, Sigmund was outwardly a strong and independent wolf with an aggressive attitude. Standing at his full height and without his bondage gear on, he was a formidable sight to behold, especially when given to fits of rage and aggression or in the protection of his loved ones. Sigmund had been a student of various styles of martial arts since his early teens and was an accomplished fighter. He was also very intelligent and was fluent in four foreign languages.

Sigmund had met Master Silva three years prior at The Leather Talon, a bar that catered to customers with certain unique interests in the city of Richfield. He thought back to the scene of that decisive night. Master Silva sat on the stool beside him - a large white bear with green eyes. Silva was somewhat overweight with a sizable belly, though sizable muscles rippled down his arms. He wore nothing but a leather harness, a pair of chaps and a codpiece, and a leather patrol cap. A collar and leash hung from his belt, ready to be used. As he sat at the bar, he smoked a heavy cigar, adding more smoke to the already hazy room, thick with the heat and sweat of hard men

Sigmund was entranced by the bear's attitude. It stirred something within his soul. In spite of his strength, pride and accomplishments. When Sigmund saw that manly bear next to him, smoking his cigar in his leathers with his heavy boots, gloves, and the leash and collar attached to his belt, it clicked that Sigmund was able to fulfill a life's purpose he somehow knew he had from his earliest years -- to be a slave and serve another man.

All that was three years ago though. It had seemed wonderful at first, but now Sigmund was growing tired of the rigors and humiliations of slavery. Particularly he was dissatisfied by the decision of Master Silva that he should be assigned to dog-slavery.

As a dog-slave, Sigmund was locked in leather "puppy mitts" that prevented him from using his hands. His head was locked in a thick leather muzzle that prevented him from opening his mouth. A gag from the dog mask inserted into his maw and kept him from speaking, except for a small hole in the gag that transformed any sounds into a whistle resembling the whimpering cries of a feral dog. Sigmund was trained first to stay on all fours, first by a cockring attached by strings to his upper legs that would squeeze his balls if he tried to stand. This device was removed later once his training was done, but could be re-attached at any time.

When the two wolves had finished their dinner, the otter took their bowls and sat them beside the stairs to be washed with the other dishes for tomorrow, then came back over to them.

"It's time for your social hour, boys. You know what that means," said the otter, with an almost silly sarcastic tone.

Masters Silva and Midas were rather merciful to their dog-slaves and would let them have a brief social hour where they could converse like normal sentient beings, but at a price. In a fair corner of the dungeon sat a pair of pillories, with electric wires hooked to a battery. This would be used to force extra restrictions and punishments upon the boys to keep them reminded that they were dogs, not people.

Sigmund and Lucas padded willingly over to the pillories on all fours and then stood up, placing their mitted forepaws and heads in the slots before the top piece came down, locking them in. Argyle then took a a small plastic cock cage from a nearby shelf for each of them, attaching special wires on them to the battery. The inside of the cages exposed the boys' cocks to a quick but painful shock of electric current. The machine was set to fire at random intervals during the hour that the dog-boys were locked in their cages.

"Thank you, alpha." said Lucas, looking up at the otter from his place at the pillory, after he was locked in.

"You're welcome dogslave," said Argyle, giving Lucas a light pat on the head. Argyle went to pet Sigmund too, but the look in the silent wolf's eyes signaled that Argyle might be in danger of having his webbed fingers bitten off. Rather than risk it, the otter simply went to pick up his feeding bucket and the dog bowls before going upstairs and closing the door of the dungeon.

"Are you alright, brother?," said Lucas, looking over to Sigmund with concern.

The wolf just grumbled and remained silent for a moment, squirming in his restraints.

"No!," said Sigmund.

"Was the food too cold again today?" asked Lucas, his ears lowering back, somewhat cautiously.

"No!"

"Then what's the matter?"

"I... don't know," replied Sigmund with a sigh before he suddenly jolted up, his body stiffening as he emitted a cry of sharp, intense pain. His estim cock cage had fired. The wolf growled and pulled, struggling against the stocks but to no avail, finally sighing and hanging his head.

"I hate this," said Sigmund.

"But didn't you want to be Master Silva's slave? I remember you used to be so happy... ACK!!," Lucas said, then screamed as his own cage fired off.

"I don't feel like I'm taken seriously," said Sigmund. "Master Silva told me I was going to be his bodyguard, and now look at where I am."

"Well," said Lucas calmly. "Nobody denies that you're not a good fighter. You did well defending Masters from that mugger last year on the way home from the movies."

Lucas was a dog-boy by nature. He knew his place below the bottom of the pack and embraced it, thankful that his Masters provided him a place where he was not expected to stand equal with real men but could crawl along the floor where he belonged. Sigmund, on the other hand, was placed here as a punishment because of misdeeds. Lucas, ever the good boy, cared for his brother and wished that he would accept what slavery was all about and give up his pride and himself to the will and pleasures of his Masters.

"It's not fair!," cried Sigmund. "My skills go totally to waste down here. I need to be out there fighting not down here crawling on the filthy floor like a fucking dog!"

Lucas lowered his head a bit and sniffled, cringing in pain and yelping once more as his shock cage hit him. Lucas said nothing but he was insulted. Even dog-slaves have feelings. And while Lucas was happy and most content knowing his proper place, to be insulted, pissed on, spat on, kicked, and raped by real men, he was very hurt when his brother and friend insulted his very existence.

"Sig, you know that if you hadn't up and out of the blue said you hated leather men and wished you weren't one before spitting in Master's food, you wouldn't be here."

"Yeah I was being a little dramatic," said Sig. "But when we were at the bar the night before I saw this Master drag in two slaves in high heels and pink dresses, flippin' around and acting all faggy. Pissed me off you know and I see that shit all the time. I don't go to gay bars cause I wanna see girls."

"Sig," said Lucas, somewhat uneasily. He was not used to being even slightly aggressive or correcting people, but he had to. "You need to accept people as you are just like we wanna be accepted for what we are. Besides... you should be thankful that our Masters aren't into that and don't put you into that kind of gear."

---

Up above the dungeon, in the house, Argyle was busy preparing the house for Master Silva's return from work. The alpha slave moved about quickly and gracefully like an otter swimming through water, straightening chairs, putting away dishes, and getting his Master's home clothes ready. He looked nervously at the clock and panted a bit, finally having everything in order, and not a moment too soon as, looking out the window, he saw Master's car pull into the driveway.

Argyle rushed to the door, opening it quickly and then lowering himself to the floor to act as a doormat for when his Master got to the house.

Master Silva sighed as he entered the door to his home, stepping his shiny work shoes directly onto the otter's back as he entered the house, causing his alpha slave to emit a light squeal.

The large white bear was dressed in casual office wear: slacks, a white button-up shirt and a tie. He plopped down in a chair near the door with exhaustion, sighing in relief as he stretched his work shoes out.

"How was your day, Sir?" asked Argyle as he began to do the next phase of his daily duties, running his tongue eagerly along his Master's work shoes to get the daily grime and dirt off of them.

"Just awful boy!," said the Master in a deep voice, sighing but smiling down to his boy as he did his chore. "There I was just tryin to do my job, and Scott came along with some memo about the new corporate regulations that just came down and I had to take everything I'd done, throw it away, and start it over because it wasn't in the right fucking format!" Master Silva idly shoved the sole of his shoe into the otter's face as he went on ranting.

"Then to top it all off we had some crazy woman with a weird accent we couldn't understand wander into the lobby demanding directions to the Makronoi Consulate. How the hell am I supposed to know where that is!? But the stupid rules say we can't just send her away without helping her. We wasted so much time searching for that place and then figured out we misspelled it by one letter! Gah so much time wasted, and I'm gonna have to stay in late tomorrow making it all up..."

"I'm very sorry to hear that, Master," said the otter as he finished cleaning his Master's shoes. He untied them and gently took him from his Master's feet, stowing them in the closet and then moved up to unzip his Master's pants, pulling them down and then moving back a bit before Master Silva stood up. The otter gave the white bear's musky sheath a nuzzle and a little lick before very gently and respectfully pulling pulling the sheath back and taking the bear's cock in his muzzle as eagerly as a hungry otter would take a fish from the water.

The bear's heavy paw locked around the back of the otter's head as he pressed forward and relaxed his bladder, a powerful stream of strong piss flooding into the otter-boy's muzzle as the bear purged the day's load into his faithful slave. "I sure hope Midas gets home soon," he said idly. "I really need a break from all the work and drama I had today and just to spend some time with my hubby."

"I know Sir," said Argyle as he pulled his mouth off of his Master's shaft. "I think he was going to fill up his car on the way home Sir. Probably why he's not home yet."

The otter took a pair of socks and slipped them onto his Master's feet, then brought his pair of leather boots from the closet and got on all fours, facing sideways in front of the chair his Master was sitting on. The dominant bear put both of the boots over his feet then stood up, lifting his right boot and resting it on the otter's back before beginning to lace it up, alternating and doing the same with the other one when he was done.

As Master Silva then stood and the otter popped up from his place on the floor, loosening and removing his Master's tie and unbuttoning his shirt, taking it off. As Master Silva pulled off his undershirt and tossed it aside, the otter went to the closet and then came back, holding his head respectfully low as he brought Master Silva his leather harness, chaps, and codpiece and began to dress him in them before taking the leather patrol cap from the hat rack near the door and placing it on his head.

"Ahh! So good to get home after all that and get comfy again," said the bear, heading into the living room and plopping himself down onto the couch. He turned on the TV and rubbed his bear gut that stuck out from below his harness, then snapped his claws together and shouted for the otter.

"Hey boy!," shouted the bear as he summoned the otter in.

"Yes Sir?," said the boy, entering the room with his head lowered.

"Bring me a beer," ordered the bear.

Soon afterward, the otter slave returned from the refrigerator with a twelve ounce bottle and a bottle opener. He popped the lid off and presented it to his Master and then scrambled to the floor at his Master's feet.

Master Silva plopped his heavy booted feet onto the otter's back and began to chug his beer as he watched one of his favorite shows, then wiped his lips off with the back of his enormous hand, belching.

"Boy!," said the bear in a firm and dominant yet casual tone. "You fed the dogs today?"

"Yes Master," said the otter as he grunted and strained under the weight of his Master's feet. He had been trained to hold still like this for at least thirty minutes.

"You walked 'em yet today, boy?" asked the bear in that same forceful yet casual tone.

The otter gasped, breathing heavily from the pressure of the boots on his back. "N... no, Sir," he replied.

"Damn!" shouted the bear, grumbling and scratching at his codpiece idly.

"That's the third time you've forgotten this week boy," said the bear.

"I'm sorry Sir," said the otter slave.

"That'll be twenty licks with the flogger, boy. And two day's chastity," the bear said, shifting one of his massive boots from the slave's back to his muzzle.

"Yes Sir, thank you for your discipline Sir," the otter replied as he began to worshipfully lick the boot that was shoved in his face.

---

Back down in the dungeon, Sig yelped a bit as his electric cock cage went off again. He and Lucas were both panting and squirming from this treatment when they heard the door open and looked eagerly to the stairs.

Lucas wagged his tail as he saw the familiar sight of Master Silva's boots strolling down into the dungeon, but Sig just tucked his tail and grumbled a bit as the bear walked over to the two of them.

"How are you doing boys?," asked the Master as he leaned down to gently scratch a paw under each of their muzzles.

"We're doing well Master," said Lucas as he looked up eagerly at the manly bear.

"Mmmf... Master we've been cooped up down here for days. When are we going to be able to get out some? ... YELP!," said Sigmund, followed by a loud yelp from a zap of his cock cage and some more struggling squirms in his pillory.

"I know you boys haven't been walked in a while, so I'm going to take you out for a stroll, and since I'm so nice, I'll let you come up into the house for tonight.

"Thank you so much Master!," said Lucas excitedly as Master Silva undid their cock cages and then the pillories. They got back down onto all fours and became silent again as Master Silva and Argyle put their muzzles back on and then leashed their collars, taking them upstairs and then out the back door for their walk.

The backyard was well fenced-in for privacy and had a long circular track around it which Master Silva and Argyle used to walk their puppies. It was customary for them to do several laps around the track per day to keep the dog boys in shape and get them a bit of fresh air. The dog-slaves were expected to heel and keep pace with their Master or alpha as he led them about the track.

The muzzled dog-boys padded gingerly around the track, casting occasional glances up at Master and alpha as they went along in several circles. Master Silva like to take the dog boys out for walks on the street or even out in the woods when possible, but that would too often lead to them being shown to people who did not approve of such things.

The bear's ears twitched as he heard his mate's car pull in the driveway. He leaned down and gave the otter a nuzzle on the head, handing him Sigmund's leash. "I have to go now, alpha. You take good care of the pups while I'm gone."

"Yes Sir," replied Argyle, leading both pups around the track.

Sigmund looked up as Master Silva left, sad and bitter at having been left by his Master once again for some other distraction.

Master Silva made his way into the back door and through the house, opening the front door where his mate, Master Midas, was about to enter.

Master Midas was a large and muscular rhino. As he got out of the car and wiped the sweat off his brow, one could see he was dressed in mechanic's work clothes, the shirt bearing the logo of his shop. He sighed from the summer heat as he stepped from the car, his heavy work boots pounding against the driveway with his tremendous weight, then made his way to the door.

Master Midas looked, expecting to see the otter holding the door for him and tilted his head curiously as he saw his mate instead. "Where's Argyle?" asked Master Midas.

"He's out back walking the dogs. I had to come see you. I had a pretty wretched day at work today and I think we need to spend a lot more time together."

"Yeah I know," said Midas, taking off his mechanic's shirt and dropping it in the corner for the otter to pick up later, revealing a vast and powerful muscular body with huge chest muscles and broad shoulders, constrained only by a tight black wifebeater. "And you're so stressed out doing work for that job of yours it seems like you can never rest and just... you know ... look after your family."

"I know it," said the leathered bear, as he reached for the closet and pulled his mate's heavy leather jacket and officer's cap, handing them to him. "But I'm going to make a change, and as a start I need to spend some time with you tonight. Hell knows, I need it. I need to get away from all the drama and bullshit that's been going on at work."

"Good, hun," said the Rhino with a smile, giving his mate a hug, his leather jacket squeaking as he wrapped his big and powerful arms around the bear. "How about you and I have some of our special time tonight?"

The bear looked into his mate's eyes and smiled widely, blinking a bit. "I'd like that very much."

---

Later that night, Silva entered the bedroom with his mate, still dressed in his harness and boots and patrol cap. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, making sure nobody was nearby in the hall and then locked it securely before turning around and moving further into the bedroom.

Midas stood up from sitting on the bed, looking to Silva with an evil grin. "I've been waiting on you, boy..." he said.

"I know Sir," said Silva timidly, removing his patrol cap and holding it over his harnessed chest almost nervously.

"It's been way too long since we've done this, boy," said the Rhino. "You shouldn't keep me waiting too long. Now strip."

"Yes Sir," said the bear, seemingly transformed into a different personality from his old self. He hung his patrol cap on a rack on the door and loosened his harness, slipping out of it, then crouched to take off his boots. Midas moved slowly towards him, a towering mass of muscle hovering over him as he undid and squirmed from his boots, chaps and codpiece. He started to get up before one of Midas' big heavy work boots lifted and pressed itself onto his shoulder.

"Don't get up, boy!," said the rhino firmly. "I like you down there where you belong."

"Yes Sir," said the bear, going down to all fours now and looking at the ground.

"Give my boots a kiss boy," said the rhino, removing his boot from the bear's shoulder before too long and then planting it back on the floor.

"Yes Sir," said the bear, leaning down and giving each of Master Midas' boots a long and loving kiss.

"Up on your knees!," shouted the rhino confidently, smirking down at the bear as he pawed at a bulge in his crotch. "I'm gonna open you wide up."

"Yes Sir," said the bear, scrambling up and nuzzling the rhino's growing crotch.

The rhino slowly unzipped himself, a whiff of strong musk pouring out of the hole and into the bear's face, setting him off and fueling his submissive desires.

The truth was that Master Silva had not always been a Master. He was a switch, and was originally the slave of Master Midas long ago, who had made him his alpha slave and prized him for his ability to dominate others while still submitting to the will of his Master. Their current slaves: Argyle, Sigmund, and Lucas, knew nothing of this past. Silva's switch nature and past was a very intimate secret between the two Masters.

The rhino's cock emerged from his pants as the dominant beast took hold of it, stroking it slowly. It reached first eight, then ten, then twelve inches before standing there, pulsating in the air.

The bear nuzzled it gently at first, then opened his mouth, letting his tongue run along the length of the shaft slowly and lovingly as he looked up to his Sir, who nodded and smiled down at him with approval. The bear then opened his mouth and took the large gray shaft of man-meat into his muzzle, sucking it like a good boy, his tailstub wagging back and forth to be of service to his superior.

"I miss this boy," said the rhino, "but you're a bit out of practice. Where's my tongue?, and watch the teeth."

"I pfsorry pfir," mumbled the bear through his mouthful, slobbering over the dominant rhino's cock as he bobbed slowly, pressing it in as far as he could, struggling to keep his teeth away. His jaw ached as it had been a very long time since he had done something like this, but he immediately thrust his tongue forwards inside his maw, beginning to tickle and stimulate the member in his muzzle to pleasure it.

"Mmmm," moaned the Rhino as he held fast to the bear's head, thrusting into his face. "That's the way I remember it now boy."

The bear nodded slightly as he looked up at his Sir, his own cock beginning to grow hard at the praise.

Soon the rhino pulled out, his cock dripping with the bear's saliva and his own precum as he smacked the massive member across the bear's face hard, causing the bear to actually wince and turn his head to one side a bit from the force.

"Turn around bitch, you're gonna get bred....," said the rhino.

"Yes Sir, thank you Sir," said the bear, doing as he was told. His tailstub lifted up a bit as he bent down, though he had no tail to lift out of the way for his Sir to use his tail.

The bear sighed a bit and tried to relax, but then he groaned, his eyes popping out in surprise as the rhino's cock was shoved into his rear. It had been a long time indeed, and he needed to get used to this again. Still, this was going to prove to be a very interesting and relaxing night, he thought.

---

Sigmind and Lucas laid curled up in their pet beds in the living room, enjoying a softer resting place for once now that they were allowed into the house this evening. Sigmund couldn't sleep though, not being accustomed to living as a dog and missing the real beds in the slave quarters, where Argyle was sleeping. He squirmed about, unable to sleep from the discomfort of the bed and also from the thoughts running through his head.

Master Silva spent all his time either at work or doing chores for his job. It was like he didn't care for his pets at all. Always it was Argyle who took care of them lately, or sometimes Master Midas. It wasn't fair at all! Sigmund had done everything he could to try to make Master Silva happy. He even took to doing some of the simpler paperwork for him to alleviate some of the stress of his job, but it still seemed as if Master Silva didn't have enough time for him.

Sigmund thought back to his days at the Leather Talon where he often went in the evenings back before he was collared by Master Silva. He was a free boy then, but with a dead end job and a serious hole in his life.

He remembered the night at the bar when he first met Master Silva and what it led to. He was taken in an empty room at the back of the bar. It wasn't very well-maintained. It was lit by a dim, flickering, incandescent bulb below a slowly rotating fan that squeaked as it moved, illumiating the dirty wooden floor. A poorly-kept cot sit on the side of the room, the site of many trysts by the patrons of the bar. Outside the door, the sound of loud music, loud talking and glasses clattering could be heard, muffled only barely by the wall and door. It was not an ideal setting, but that flew out the window when he was with Master Silva.

The huge bear dominated the smaller wolf hard, taking what he wanted from him and making the wolf feel like a true lowly being for his use. At the same time, it seemed oddly that the bear cared for the smaller wolf. Touching him tenderly yet firmly at the same time with his heavy paws while he took what he wanted from the body of the smaller fur. It was wonderful and Sigmund was in love. He had never quite met a male such as this before, and his heart as well as his lusts were stirred.

After a long while, Master Silva emerged from the small room with Sigmund trailing behind him attached to a collar and leash.

Two of the bar's patrons, sitting next to each other looked in disdain on the couple as they emerged from the room. They were attired a a leather man and sub. The smaller one wore a harness and officer's cap and smoked a huge cigar. He appeared to be some kind of hybrid -- a white wolf with tiger stripes. Next to him was a huge and muscular black stallion, his body wrapped in heavy chains with a punishing muzzle on his face and cuffs on his arms and legs. He looked tough, but it was obvious the smaller one beside him was in charge and held the leash and chains to his gear.

Silva smiled happily as he led Sigmund over by the door and then pulled him close by his collar, only to give him a hug and then lean down to give him a long and loving kiss.

The couple at the bar turned around and looked on with an almost disgusted look until Silva walked out the door, leaving Sigmund looking in his direction with a hopeful look on his face, his paw holding a scrap of paper with a phone number on it.

A huge paw came down and clapped on Sigmund's shoulder, causing him to start from his trance and then turn around, automatically assuming a trained defensive pose, his lips curling back in a snarl.

"Don't you get all worked up over that waste of space, pup," said the hybrid who had grabbed the wolf's shoulder. "He's a jerk who'll just use you and dump you. All he cares about is his job and himself."

"Yeah...," echoed the large horse who stood next to the hybrid

"Thundercloud and I have both been with him before," said the hybrid. "He left me a while back. Said I was too rough on him, holding him back from his progress or something."

"Yeah, he took me too but then stopped paying attention to me at all when he tried to open his own business," said the horse. "We were supposed to be business partners, but he did some backdoor stunt to fire me when he said I wasn't working on getting the place going and then got some other guy to help him get it kicked off. The shop failed, figures. The guy's nothing but a worthless jerk and you got no business bein' around him."

Sigmund growled and backed up a bit, eying the two suspiciously. "Yeah I can make up my own mind about people, but thanks." he said firmly.

The hybrid shrugged. "Suit yourself," he said. "He's not a real Master either. He used to be my bitch and was for a couple others too. If you ever want to be owned by a real Master, you toss me a text. Name's Arcturus." The hybrid handed Sigmund a professional looking card who pocketed it. Arcturus then turned around and returned to the bar with his oversized sub as Sigmund left the bar.

"Thanks," said Sig quickly before walking out the door of the bar. The rest was history. He had followed it up with Master Silva and became part of his family. There were others, Argyle and Lucas, who seemed to fit in with being a slave more naturally. Sigmund was always nagged by what Arcturus and Thundercloud said to him after his first meeting with Silva, especially when it seemed Silva was becoming stressed and busy with his job.

Sig got up from his puppy bed and began to wander the house, his head hung down and sighing. He was still gagged with his muzzle and restrained by his puppy mitts, not able to do much. He walked upstairs. He knew it was forbidden without permission, but nobody was around so what harm could it do? That was when he heard the sounds of Masters Silva and Midas making love with each other in their bedroom.

His head hung low and he sniffled, a tear came to his eye as he thought about his past. He felt neglected but he didn't know how to express it. Something clicked in him and a feel of desperation came over him. He pawed at the doorknob of the bedroom, trying to turn it between his paws but finding it locked.

Suddenly a thought came to him and clicked in his head. He fell to the floor with a large thud, groaning in false pain as loudly as he could from inside of his muzzle, squirming on the floor and rubbing his arms and feet across them, making as much noise as possible.

Master Midas bellowed deeply, thrusting his cock as far as he could into the bear, causing Silva to claw the floor and then squeal out and uncharacteristically high note for a bear as his prostate was pummeled."Oh god Sir. Do me harder!"

Master Midas stopped for a moment, panting as his chest heaved in exhaustion. That was when they both heard the whimpering and cries of Sigmund.

Sigmund stopped for a moment as well. Master Silva's last cry was clearly audible to him and brought his mind back to what Arcturus had told him those many years ago.

Sigmund's Masters opened the door to their bedroom clearly. Silva was nude, moving somewhat uncomfortably due to his recent ordeal. Midas was clothed from the waist down, with his zipper left open as a sign of what had been going on.

"Boy, are you okay?" asked Silva, kneeling down by him and then pawing at his muzzle, taking it off quickly.

"No, Sir," said Sigmund, sighing as he held up his paws, sobbing a bit as Silva unlocked them and let his mitts fall to the floor too.

"What's the matter then?," asked Silva.

"I... I don't know," said the boy.

"You hurt?" asked Silva, as Master Midas stood back in the doorway, somewhat confused by the situation.

"No..."

"Then what's the matter?," asked the bear.

"I'm just... kinda upset."

"What by, boy?," asked Master Silva.

"I... I can't... know." said the slave.

The bear growled and stood up, putting his paws on his hips. "Bitch, I don't got time for this tonight. I've had a really rotten day and my mate misses me. I need to spend some time with him and I don't need any more crap right now, especially not from you. Go back to bed and I'll spend some time with you tomorrow, I promise, boy."

"You're his bitch, not his mate!," blurted out Sigmund as he stood up.

Master Silva stood back a bit and blinked, surprised as he stood next to his mate. They really didn't know what to make of this as the boy hadn't ever acted like this before.

"And you know what. I'm through with this shit!," said the wolf, giving his mask and mitts a kick across the floor.

"You said I could be your bodyguard. That I'd get a chance to practice my martial arts skills, but all you do with me is hold me in the basement and treat me like a fucking dog!"

"Calm down boy, you know that's because you were bad," said Master Midas.

"Fuck you!," said Sigmund. "He'll turn on you too, just wait! All he cares about is his work and making money. He's taking everything from you and using you just like he used all of us."

"Slave, you will report to the dungeon and lock yourself in the pillory. I'll deal with you tomorrow."

"Fuck you and fuck the dungeon!," said Sig, going to the slave quarters and grabbing some of his old clothes. "I'm done!"

"And just where do you think you're gonna go boy?," asked Master Silva. "You've got no car, no money, and no family."

"I'd rather live in a sewage drain and eat trash than here!"

Master Silva sighed, betraying his feelings of helplessness and sadness at this situation, but stood back and attempted to look strong and confident, crossing this big bear arms over his chest and looking at Sigmund. "Suit yourself boy, and get out of here."

"I'll never be back! And don't you ever talk to me again," said Sig, pounding out the door and slamming it hard.

"Master Silva went back into the bedroom, followed shortly by his mate. Silva pulled the door shut and locked it again, before wrapping his arms around the rhino and falling into him. "I loved that boy, Sir." he said, crying.

"I know, pup," said the Rhino, holding Silva and patting his back. "I'll miss him too. I don't know what must have come over him."

"He's acted like this in the past, but I've never seen it so acute before. It seems there's no taming him. We'll never be able to get him back now."

Master Midas released the bear from his grasp and then wandered over to the bed, sitting on it and placing his horned face into his palms, his heart sunk to the gutter. He loved his mate and he loved his family, but it seemed his life had steadily fallen into the gutter ever since the happy days of his wedding.

"I'm feeling sick now, son," he said to the bear, his head still in his palms.

The bear suddenly stiffened up. He wanted nothing more than to curl up in his mate's arms, but he knew that now he must be the strong one. It was a duty that had been forced on him many times before. He wanted the rhino to be his fortress and strength in life, but it seems he broke down easily often and needed to lean on the bear for strength.

Silva sat on the bed and wrapped his paw around the Rhino.

"We can't worry about him," said the bear. "He will go his own way and learn his own lesson. We have our lives to live. We can't let any loss destroy our lives. We must forget him and move on. We'll always have each other and that's what matters."

Master Midas sighed and nodded, holding his head up from his palms and sighing deeply, puffing his chest out as he regained his strength.

Silva held his mate in a tight hug then stood up from the bed, walking to the window. It was thundering outside, and driving rain poured down onto the streets in sheets. He watched his boy leave the house and venture into the unknown with a stoic gaze and a sigh, accepting what had just happened.

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Sigmund ran to the nearest street lamp, leaning on the pole and crying as the sheets of rain came down and poured over his clothes. He didn't know where to go or what to do with himself. He put his paws in the pocket of his old coat and felt a piece of paper. Pulling it out he saw the old card that the hybrid had given him back when he had met Master Silva. The card was cracked and wrinkled with age, weakened from time spent in the pocket of this unused coat, but it showed the signs of once having been crisp and glorious. The top portion of it was emblazoned with a professional looking emblem that stretched from the right to the left side of the card and the text was in a nice, bold italic font. It read. "Arcturus Armorius, agent: Augustine Enterprises. phone: 757-555-5555. The heavy rain threatened to tear apart and dissolve the already weak card before Sigmund put it back in his pocket quickly. His eyes focused on the distant nothingness as he walked from the streetlamp, the world seeming to blend into a chaotic and hellish mixture of black, navy blue and orange running paint as the rain soaked his clothes and body. As he walked the words of the hybrid from so long ago came back to his head.

"If you ever want to be owned by a real Master, you toss me a text. Name's Arcturus."

To be continued...

Next time: Sigmund is transported to an exotic location to meet his new Master, a wealthy and powerful man. It all seems wonderful at first, but darkness hides under the glittering surface, and all is not as it seems.