# Kevin Foxboy 07

Author: KevinFoxboy
Tags: Blood, Fantasy, Fox, Leather, Male, Series, Slavery, Vixen, Wolf, plot

#7 of KFB

"Hanging Things" (c) 2009 Kevin Foxboy, all rights reserved.
Kevin's interest in Things and Betty increases, he sees blood and gets a leather collar. More plot, if you look.

 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.

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