{"sf1_id":529795,"sf2_id":"rn6PQ2Ge","title":"Kevin Foxboy 07","author":"KevinFoxboy","words":2256,"posted_at":"2013-04-22T20:34:00.000Z","tags":["Blood","Fantasy","Fox","Leather","Male","Series","Slavery","Vixen","Wolf","plot"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/529795-kevin-foxboy-07","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rn6PQ2Ge","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/54/f3/54f39018-c63c-409f-a310-6b753bc03c57","description":"#7 of KFB\n\n\"Hanging Things\" (c) 2009 Kevin Foxboy, all rights reserved.\nKevin's interest in Things and Betty increases, he sees blood and gets a leather collar. More plot, if you look.","content":" Kevin FoxBoy 7) Hanging Things  \n  \nLater that day the Vet and some new Humans came to the Kitchen  \nwhere I had Duty. I fell to my knees as the slave I was but an older  \nHuman with a little gray in His pelt, I mean hair, spoke to me gently.  \n\"Kevin FoxBoy Four Seven?\" I nodded, afraid at the whole name. It was  \nused when I was to be given Whip, and Pain. He had two Guards chain my  \nfront paws behind my back and close-chain my back paws, then put me  \nlike a rolled Floor Rug over a nearby table. One Guard held me down.  \n  \nNow I was big afraid. I even started to shake a little because  \nHe told me to be Quiet when I tried to ask what was happening. But He  \nwasn't angry; it was the other. He told me that I'd been there a few  \nmonths, I was Growing Up, and He was giving a me a Reward for Helping  \nwith the Mouse and Betty. He showed me another collar, one that bent,  \nand told me to sniff it. I knew the scent. It was called leather.  \n  \nThe Guard that wasn't holding me took something from a pocket  \nI didn't see and put His hand at the back of my neck. I was getting  \nafraid again when He lifted and took off my Steel Collar! He even  \nrubbed my neck a little, then the Gray-Hair Human put the Leather  \nCollar on me. Now I was a Leather Collar slave. I was still kept in the  \nkennel, but the cage wasn't always locked. At night I could go to the  \nToilet by myself if I told the Chrome Collar what I was doing walking.  \nI knew the way to the Kitchen and the Vet, but I still had a Chrome  \nCollar to chain and lead me.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Betty stayed at the Vet's Office for a few days. I knew the  \nHumans would just have a different Chrome Collar slave chain me and  \nlead me to Kitchen Duty in the morning. And They did, but it was the  \nwolf boy Clarence. Just the fur and Collar, a slave, like me. But he  \ntreated me like a Human would, all Orders and chains and pulling and  \npushing. I knew his name but had to call him Sir, just as I had to call  \nBetty Ma'am. And I knew wolves didn't like foxes, we weren't Humans to  \nObey or pack members to call friends. We were smaller, weaker, and in  \nthe way of getting more food. We were both Canine, both meat-eaters,  \nand I begged not to be his food.  \n  \nThat got a good laugh, \"I see you know your place around here,  \nboy.\" I knew he also meant, Keep it that way, so I Obeyed. I was  \nGrowing Up, and one day as I was on my knees to him he got down to  \nchain me and I saw his Hanging Parts between his legs. His Balls were  \nvery big and his sheath was large and furry with his dark, almost black  \nchest and tummy fur. He saw where I was looking and said, \"Fox! Stop  \nStaring!\" I quickly looked down at my own Parts and saw the fur was  \nthicker than I thought but the Parts still showed. I usually didn't  \nlook at mixes even in the fur so I hadn't noticed his Parts before.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I called him Sir to take away the anger and he spoke firmly but  \nwithout anger. \"So you're looking there now?\" I said yes, we both knew  \nwhere I'd been looking! \"Looks like we'll have a talk with the Vet.\"  \nHe went to the door plate to talk, his voice became soft and like the  \nslave he was he named himself and me and asked to bring me to the Vet  \nfor a little time. A Guard said it was OK, could He trust us? We both  \nsaid Yes Master!  \n  \nOn the way to the Vet Clarence told me to be quiet, he'd do all  \nthe talking. I didn't want him to hit me, as a Chrome Collar slave has  \nthe right to do, and I agreed with Sir Wolf. The Vet was busy but made  \ntime to see us, listened to the wolf slave and asked me if I said the  \nsame thing. Since a Human asked me a direct question I could speak to  \nsay Yes, Master Vet then fell silent. I didn't want to anger the Wolf!  \n  \n\"Well, wolf, you know what the parts are, so leave Foxboy.\" The  \nwolf replied to the Vet, \"With Respect, Master, I'm a Chrome Collar and  \nhe's my Steel, I'm to take him to Kitchen Duty now the Mouse is here  \nwith You.\" \"And I'm a Human, you're a slave! Go to the Kitchen yourself  \nunless you have some slave to lead!\" The wolf could Order me around but  \nknew a Human was above even his pack alpha. There was no trace of anger  \nor thought other than to Obey as he crawled out.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I'd been a Leather Collar for a few days, so the wolf wasn't  \nreally saying the truth, it was just to keep me down. I'd spoken with  \nthe Vet before, but now He sounded Angry! I'd been on my knees as a  \nchained slave, knees wide, paws up on thighs, head down; now I Showed  \nRespect with my chest on the floor, my snout straight ahead, my front  \npaws loose-chained crossed above my tail. I Stayed for a few minutes;  \nwhen the Vet saw I wasn't getting up He told me to kneel, it was  \nenough. \"So you're looking at wolf balls now, eh fox? Or would you  \nrather look at Marlene?\"  \n  \nMarlene was a girl wolf. Was I looking at males, or wolves, or  \ndid I like foxes? I thought about it. I should have said earlier that  \nI'd seen a Vet, not 'the' Vet, because this was the Master. I'd also  \nseen the Mistress Vet a few times; She'd petted me and Given me an  \nExam. I learned more body part words, talked about my cock and balls,  \ntold Her if I didn't feel well. But I hadn't told any Human, no slave  \nin the Kennel, not even Betty I liked foxgirls. I even thought about  \nthem at night. Something about roundness I couldn't quite remember,  \nand my cock was out of its sheath in the mornings.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I said with a little fear that I liked Marlene. I swallowed  \nhard and admitted I liked her ... roundness. The Vet bent over laughing  \nbut got up soon, and said that He wondered when I'd notice that! It was  \nOK? He wasn't angry? No. I was a Leather Collar slave, and now I was  \nGrowing Up. He wasn't laughing, but He wasn't angry either. I wasn't  \nhurt, and He wasn't Ordering me to hold another mix down. It was very  \nodd, but He was just ... lis-ten-ing, listening to me.  \n  \nI looked at wolves just to see what they were; bigger than the  \nolder foxes I'd seen, who were bigger than me. Bigger hanging parts.  \nThey were made that way. Humans would tell me more. Later. When I Grew  \nUp. I sighed. It was always, Good Boy, Kevin, you're Growing Up; here  \nare more Duties. You noticed something, you want to talk? It's not  \ntime, you're too young, wait until you Grow Up. Mistress Pamela Wilson  \nhad first taught me words, and to want Training to get less Pain; She  \ndidn't say Training meant more Duty. Duty didn't hurt, not like Whip; I  \nhad to feel Pain if I didn't Obey. I was tired of waiting to Grow Up;  \nsomething inside my head ... moved. I felt ... Anger.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I spoke to the Vet, but I forgot to be afraid of Him. I  \nremembered something the Chrome Collar Wolf had said to Humans. \"With  \nRespect, Master, I am Growing Up. You said so. I don't like to be told  \nthat and then to wait.\" He got a look on His face that I've learned to  \nfear, not yet Anger, but close. I fell to my knees and Showed Respect.  \nI Begged to be Whipped, Hurt, to take away His Anger. He let me Beg and  \nsaid in a voice just before Anger, \"I think that's quite enough, Kevin.  \nYou still sound like you're angry, and Humans WILL NOT let a slave  \nspeak to them that way. You've begged to be whipped, and it's time I  \nstopped letting you speak that way to me.\" He unsnapped my wrist cuffs.  \n  \nHe stood up as I cowered at His feet. He went to His little  \noffice and returned with a Whip. \"Kneel To The Whip, slave!\" He  \nOrdered. His voice sounded like thunder. I Obeyed without thinking.  \n  \nI was already on my knees. Now I did Kneel Down, like Show  \nRespect but with my back curved and my front paws around my neck,  \nfingers between each other, my forehead on His floor. I showed my'an  \nHuman Master my body, ready for His Whip, His Anger, my Pain. He began  \nwith five quick strokes of pure fire on my shoulders, back and sides,  \ndown to my furry rump. Then He grabbed my collar and tail, and lifted  \nmy whole body up through the air onto His metal table. He took hold of  \nmy snout and pulled it painfully around and up, looking directly into  \nmy terrified eyes. \"Listen to me, Kevin, listen well! I'll only say  \nthis once!\" More thunder from His lips.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He paused. \"Keep breathing, Kevin. I know you're afraid. That's  \ngood. You should be. Afraid.\" He spoke clearly, firmly, with space  \nbetween His words. \"I whipped you for your anger at me! NEVER do that  \nagain! Clear?\" I nodded at once. It was very clear to me. He took back  \nthe thunder from His voice. \"As to the rest. You're allowed to like  \nMarlene's roundness. You're allowed to like Betty's roundness. I saw  \nhow you looked at her and I saw between your legs. I saw your cock,  \nKevin. You don't know what it is you want, do you?\" He was calm again,  \nbut I was still terrified. He had asked a question. I had to answer.  \nMy throat was as dry as the clean napkins I had put on tables but I  \ncroaked out, \"No, Master. Yes, Master. I don't know what I want with  \nfoxgirls but I know I want ... I need ...\"  \n  \nI struggled on, \"... to thank You for Your strong hand and firm  \nCommand. I will Obey and Please You. I will never speak to a Human in  \nanger.\" I had to show I knew what He Commanded.  \n  \nThe Vet stood a meter away from me, letting me calm down. He  \nsaid that as a Leather Collar slave I had to use my training and show  \nSteel Collars, as Leathers had shown me, how to Obey and Submit. He let  \nthe fire from His Whip on my body cool as He spoke, Training me in my  \nslavery. He spoke and listened to me as before, and I stopped hiding  \nmy feelings for foxgirls. Oh, and some wolfgirls, and that curvy  \nrabbitgirl a few cages over, and a kitty, and ...  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I was talking too much. Again. Foxes talk a lot, and it gets us  \nin trouble. I even talked more than squirrels, and everyone knows they  \ncan't stay quiet. Tell them in the kennel, and a few minutes later,  \nnoise again. Soon the vet told me to be quiet and Ordered me to let him  \nput a cuff on my snout. I Obeyed and was silent. I later started to  \nlike the snout cuff, it helped to have a thing to show me and others  \nwhy I was silent. Most foxes Obey by themselves; they're smaller than  \nwolves and have to get along with others. That's why it was so odd for  \nme to get angry and why the Vet was so very firm. We foxes like a firm  \nhand; not rough like skunks, but we want Humans and stronger mixes to  \ntell us things, like the line in the kennels to stand on or the No  \nMixes stones. Tell us words first, before we do wrong.  \n  \nAs a new Leather Collar I was old enough to see that wolves  \njust like to push until they find a limit. Then they push more and  \nglare at you until a Human or their alpha stops them. Dogs obey  \nstrength without caring why. Felines look at you like they can't tell  \nif they heard anything or not, you have to push to show you're real.  \nRabbits try to run and hide. Squirrels talk around you, like you didn't  \nsay anything unless someone else heard it. Skunks obey, but move  \nslowly, like they're underwater. Otters bounce around, you get tired  \nmoving around to talk to them instead of thin air.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Then there's other foxes. What can I say, I like my own kind  \nbest. I liked seeing Marlene's fox friend Teree until I saw it was  \nTerry, a boy. Not Terrie, a girl. Terry's hanging parts were very small  \nand it was hard to tell from them or his actions. Why did Humans make  \nhim that way? Someone paid for a weak male who would act a bit like a  \ngirl. I'm not weak, I like girls, I act rough. I'm a boy fox. But I  \nalso liked Terry. I found out he liked me too.  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"KFB","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/526898-kevin-foxboy-06.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/532439-kevin-foxboy-08.json"}}