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Kevin FoxBoy 7) Hanging Things

Later that day the Vet and some new Humans came to the Kitchen where I had Duty. I fell to my knees as the slave I was but an older Human with a little gray in His pelt, I mean hair, spoke to me gently. "Kevin FoxBoy Four Seven?" I nodded, afraid at the whole name. It was used when I was to be given Whip, and Pain. He had two Guards chain my front paws behind my back and close-chain my back paws, then put me like a rolled Floor Rug over a nearby table. One Guard held me down.

Now I was big afraid. I even started to shake a little because He told me to be Quiet when I tried to ask what was happening. But He wasn't angry; it was the other. He told me that I'd been there a few months, I was Growing Up, and He was giving a me a Reward for Helping with the Mouse and Betty. He showed me another collar, one that bent, and told me to sniff it. I knew the scent. It was called leather.

The Guard that wasn't holding me took something from a pocket I didn't see and put His hand at the back of my neck. I was getting afraid again when He lifted and took off my Steel Collar! He even rubbed my neck a little, then the Gray-Hair Human put the Leather Collar on me. Now I was a Leather Collar slave. I was still kept in the kennel, but the cage wasn't always locked. At night I could go to the Toilet by myself if I told the Chrome Collar what I was doing walking. I knew the way to the Kitchen and the Vet, but I still had a Chrome Collar to chain and lead me.

Betty stayed at the Vet's Office for a few days. I knew the Humans would just have a different Chrome Collar slave chain me and lead me to Kitchen Duty in the morning. And They did, but it was the wolf boy Clarence. Just the fur and Collar, a slave, like me. But he treated me like a Human would, all Orders and chains and pulling and pushing. I knew his name but had to call him Sir, just as I had to call Betty Ma'am. And I knew wolves didn't like foxes, we weren't Humans to Obey or pack members to call friends. We were smaller, weaker, and in the way of getting more food. We were both Canine, both meat-eaters, and I begged not to be his food.

That got a good laugh, "I see you know your place around here, boy." I knew he also meant, Keep it that way, so I Obeyed. I was Growing Up, and one day as I was on my knees to him he got down to chain me and I saw his Hanging Parts between his legs. His Balls were very big and his sheath was large and furry with his dark, almost black chest and tummy fur. He saw where I was looking and said, "Fox! Stop Staring!" I quickly looked down at my own Parts and saw the fur was thicker than I thought but the Parts still showed. I usually didn't look at mixes even in the fur so I hadn't noticed his Parts before.

I called him Sir to take away the anger and he spoke firmly but without anger. "So you're looking there now?" I said yes, we both knew where I'd been looking! "Looks like we'll have a talk with the Vet." He went to the door plate to talk, his voice became soft and like the slave he was he named himself and me and asked to bring me to the Vet for a little time. A Guard said it was OK, could He trust us? We both said Yes Master!

On the way to the Vet Clarence told me to be quiet, he'd do all the talking. I didn't want him to hit me, as a Chrome Collar slave has the right to do, and I agreed with Sir Wolf. The Vet was busy but made time to see us, listened to the wolf slave and asked me if I said the same thing. Since a Human asked me a direct question I could speak to say Yes, Master Vet then fell silent. I didn't want to anger the Wolf!

"Well, wolf, you know what the parts are, so leave Foxboy." The wolf replied to the Vet, "With Respect, Master, I'm a Chrome Collar and he's my Steel, I'm to take him to Kitchen Duty now the Mouse is here with You." "And I'm a Human, you're a slave! Go to the Kitchen yourself unless you have some slave to lead!" The wolf could Order me around but knew a Human was above even his pack alpha. There was no trace of anger or thought other than to Obey as he crawled out.

I'd been a Leather Collar for a few days, so the wolf wasn't really saying the truth, it was just to keep me down. I'd spoken with the Vet before, but now He sounded Angry! I'd been on my knees as a chained slave, knees wide, paws up on thighs, head down; now I Showed Respect with my chest on the floor, my snout straight ahead, my front paws loose-chained crossed above my tail. I Stayed for a few minutes; when the Vet saw I wasn't getting up He told me to kneel, it was enough. "So you're looking at wolf balls now, eh fox? Or would you rather look at Marlene?"

Marlene was a girl wolf. Was I looking at males, or wolves, or did I like foxes? I thought about it. I should have said earlier that I'd seen a Vet, not 'the' Vet, because this was the Master. I'd also seen the Mistress Vet a few times; She'd petted me and Given me an Exam. I learned more body part words, talked about my cock and balls, told Her if I didn't feel well. But I hadn't told any Human, no slave in the Kennel, not even Betty I liked foxgirls. I even thought about them at night. Something about roundness I couldn't quite remember, and my cock was out of its sheath in the mornings.

I said with a little fear that I liked Marlene. I swallowed hard and admitted I liked her ... roundness. The Vet bent over laughing but got up soon, and said that He wondered when I'd notice that! It was OK? He wasn't angry? No. I was a Leather Collar slave, and now I was Growing Up. He wasn't laughing, but He wasn't angry either. I wasn't hurt, and He wasn't Ordering me to hold another mix down. It was very odd, but He was just ... lis-ten-ing, listening to me.

I looked at wolves just to see what they were; bigger than the older foxes I'd seen, who were bigger than me. Bigger hanging parts. They were made that way. Humans would tell me more. Later. When I Grew Up. I sighed. It was always, Good Boy, Kevin, you're Growing Up; here are more Duties. You noticed something, you want to talk? It's not time, you're too young, wait until you Grow Up. Mistress Pamela Wilson had first taught me words, and to want Training to get less Pain; She didn't say Training meant more Duty. Duty didn't hurt, not like Whip; I had to feel Pain if I didn't Obey. I was tired of waiting to Grow Up; something inside my head ... moved. I felt ... Anger.

I spoke to the Vet, but I forgot to be afraid of Him. I remembered something the Chrome Collar Wolf had said to Humans. "With Respect, Master, I am Growing Up. You said so. I don't like to be told that and then to wait." He got a look on His face that I've learned to fear, not yet Anger, but close. I fell to my knees and Showed Respect. I Begged to be Whipped, Hurt, to take away His Anger. He let me Beg and said in a voice just before Anger, "I think that's quite enough, Kevin. You still sound like you're angry, and Humans WILL NOT let a slave speak to them that way. You've begged to be whipped, and it's time I stopped letting you speak that way to me." He unsnapped my wrist cuffs.

He stood up as I cowered at His feet. He went to His little office and returned with a Whip. "Kneel To The Whip, slave!" He Ordered. His voice sounded like thunder. I Obeyed without thinking.

I was already on my knees. Now I did Kneel Down, like Show Respect but with my back curved and my front paws around my neck, fingers between each other, my forehead on His floor. I showed my'an Human Master my body, ready for His Whip, His Anger, my Pain. He began with five quick strokes of pure fire on my shoulders, back and sides, down to my furry rump. Then He grabbed my collar and tail, and lifted my whole body up through the air onto His metal table. He took hold of my snout and pulled it painfully around and up, looking directly into my terrified eyes. "Listen to me, Kevin, listen well! I'll only say this once!" More thunder from His lips.

He paused. "Keep breathing, Kevin. I know you're afraid. That's good. You should be. Afraid." He spoke clearly, firmly, with space between His words. "I whipped you for your anger at me! NEVER do that again! Clear?" I nodded at once. It was very clear to me. He took back the thunder from His voice. "As to the rest. You're allowed to like Marlene's roundness. You're allowed to like Betty's roundness. I saw how you looked at her and I saw between your legs. I saw your cock, Kevin. You don't know what it is you want, do you?" He was calm again, but I was still terrified. He had asked a question. I had to answer. My throat was as dry as the clean napkins I had put on tables but I croaked out, "No, Master. Yes, Master. I don't know what I want with foxgirls but I know I want ... I need ..."

I struggled on, "... to thank You for Your strong hand and firm Command. I will Obey and Please You. I will never speak to a Human in anger." I had to show I knew what He Commanded.

The Vet stood a meter away from me, letting me calm down. He said that as a Leather Collar slave I had to use my training and show Steel Collars, as Leathers had shown me, how to Obey and Submit. He let the fire from His Whip on my body cool as He spoke, Training me in my slavery. He spoke and listened to me as before, and I stopped hiding my feelings for foxgirls. Oh, and some wolfgirls, and that curvy rabbitgirl a few cages over, and a kitty, and ...

I was talking too much. Again. Foxes talk a lot, and it gets us in trouble. I even talked more than squirrels, and everyone knows they can't stay quiet. Tell them in the kennel, and a few minutes later, noise again. Soon the vet told me to be quiet and Ordered me to let him put a cuff on my snout. I Obeyed and was silent. I later started to like the snout cuff, it helped to have a thing to show me and others why I was silent. Most foxes Obey by themselves; they're smaller than wolves and have to get along with others. That's why it was so odd for me to get angry and why the Vet was so very firm. We foxes like a firm hand; not rough like skunks, but we want Humans and stronger mixes to tell us things, like the line in the kennels to stand on or the No Mixes stones. Tell us words first, before we do wrong.

As a new Leather Collar I was old enough to see that wolves just like to push until they find a limit. Then they push more and glare at you until a Human or their alpha stops them. Dogs obey strength without caring why. Felines look at you like they can't tell if they heard anything or not, you have to push to show you're real. Rabbits try to run and hide. Squirrels talk around you, like you didn't say anything unless someone else heard it. Skunks obey, but move slowly, like they're underwater. Otters bounce around, you get tired moving around to talk to them instead of thin air.

Then there's other foxes. What can I say, I like my own kind best. I liked seeing Marlene's fox friend Teree until I saw it was Terry, a boy. Not Terrie, a girl. Terry's hanging parts were very small and it was hard to tell from them or his actions. Why did Humans make him that way? Someone paid for a weak male who would act a bit like a girl. I'm not weak, I like girls, I act rough. I'm a boy fox. But I also liked Terry. I found out he liked me too.