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My body aches, and I try to find a position that doesn't cause screaming pain to course through my muscles. There isn't one; Master has made sure of it. Sometimes Master is cruel; I love him in spite of that. Or, if I am being honest, sometimes because of that.

My arms reach for the ceiling, shackled to the cuffs that dangle from cables on the roof. My legs are well spread by a spreader bar between my ankles. He likes my hole well exposed; I can feel the cold breeze on my taint and kissing the back of my scrotum. My hole is protected for the moment though, a thick plug inserted to spread my screaming anus to breaking point. It is well lubricated by his cum, drooling from my abused hole and over my balls to drip on the concrete floor of my special room. Master gave me his ultimate gift today, letting me take his cock and feel the pleasure in his body when he filled me with seed. I heard his pleasure too; in his sweet little noises, and the words he huffed into my ears as he got close, then the rough bites on my neck. Telling me how good a pet I was. That pleasure burned the strongest.

I do not know how long I have been here since; time has no meaning as a pet. There is only each day, and my Master's needs. His cock, his sheath, his balls, his muzzle. I learned to call them that, sheath and muzzle, quickly. He didn't like it when I got it wrong.

I can remember still how I came here, before though. Sometimes I like to remember, so I can forget the pain in my body while I hang here. I guess it's all my fault in a way. As much as I blame others, I played my own part in it, and it started long before that night. It was why I ended up there, and of course, why I ended up here. On that night though, none of what happened ever entered my conscious mind even as a fantasy. My body had different ideas though, and the deep well of my subconscious. Master knew though. Master always knows.

It was my eighteenth birthday, and my mates had taken me out to get totally shitfaced. I was the last of my group to reach the magic number, and where most of them had turned eighteen in highschool, I was well into my first year in university. I thought I was such a mature guy though. I had a growth spurt in year 11, enough to go from the runt of the litter to above average. In all ways; my body had thickened out nicely, I had broad shoulders and hips, a shock of curly strawberry blonde hair and a now ample sized cock, nice and thick and just over average length. The world should have been my oyster.

Trouble was, I was still a virgin. I'd had girlfriends, and done everything but the real deal, but somehow it never happened. Tracy, well she was a 'nice girl', and then Samantha, she was into God and saving herself for her husband. Then Alyssa, well, the truth was I was just damn intimidated with her. She was a domineering type, and I liked that I'm ashamed to remember. She would tie me to the bed and sit on my face and make me eat her out until she came enough for her liking, then she would edge me until I pleaded and leave me panting and unsatisfied. I loved it, somewhere deep and dark inside. I knew I liked different things, transgressive things, even then.

I guess that's why I ended up getting into anthro porn.

One night when I was sixteen I had been browsing the net beating my meat after another session of blue balls with Samantha, when I happened across it. I remember the video like I'm watching it right now; a feline chick, a pantheress, and an equine, a big bulky stallion. Some sort of heavy horse breed, he was heavy all right, and I remember watching breathless as he mounted her just like a stallion and fucked her until he came and huge floods of his jizz spurted from her well spread pussy lips. I came without even touching my cock, just staring at that incredible thick meat pounding her hole and listening to the weird cries and moans, catlike meowls and whinnies and snorts. It was hot as hell, and freaky.

I avoided it for a month afterwards, appalled and fascinated, but it was too intoxicating. After going out with my mates and watching my best mate Rory fuck his girlfriend in the back of my car while Sam only jacked my cock through my jeans and told me "no" every time I went to touch her pussy, I went home unsatisfied and opened my laptop. I found myself typing in the search terms without really thinking. There it was though; a feast of anthro porn with every species represented.

As the years went on, I watched more and more. It was my little secret, my own perversion. Anthros were barely tolerated now, even though we had created them ourselves in the first uncontrolled rush of genetic engineering, nobody wanted to admit they were part of our heritage. They had been banished to their own section of town, there to be allowed to live if they didn't bother us, and nobody spent much time thinking of them except some bleeding hearts who talked about rights and freedoms. Whoever thought of rights and freedoms for an animal though?

Still, in the deep recesses of my horny teenage mind, I knew I thought about them. Not about freedom though; I wanted the ones I saw on the net, the ever horny willing sex slaves. The ones people whispered about, in dark corners of the pub. Or stupid naïve teenagers, who had no idea of the realities of life, swapping exaggerated talk on the bus to school trying to out-do each other. That was how it started, I guess. It's ironic now, I guess, thinking about how I was.

On that night though, all I thought about was pussy. My mates knew it too, and they liked making me suffer.

"So Mason. Have you actually like fucked a real chick yet?" That was Rory, my football playing jock mate. He had lost his virginity at fourteen and told us everything in absolute brainsnapping detail straight after. He had dedicated his life to the conquest of pussy ever since, and even if half of what he told were true, he had fucked more pussy almost than I had jerked off over online. He always ragged me about my virginity, and decided that night was the night to make an issue of it.

"Leave the poor boy alone Ror. He can't help it if he's frigid." And that was his sidekick Nathan, tall and good looking and always at ease. How much I wished I was that confident, but my late growth spurt hadn't changed my shy and tongue-tied ways around girls, legacy of being the slightly built runt for so long. Now the domineering Alyssa used me like her personal dishcloth, and though I knew I was being used, I was too chicken to tell her to fuck off.

"Are you telling me Alyssa still hasn't let him fuck her?" The third was Martin, our token nerd. Even Marty had lost his cherry, to the lead oboist from the school orchestra. They were still a couple, and the perpetual shiteating grin he wore told me they were still at it like rabbits. She was insatiable, according to Marty, and almost rubbed his dick raw the first time they did it. Now he managed to ration her to three times a night with difficulty.

I was angry, and drunk by now, and I never made good decisions when I was angry and drunk. At least that's my excuse.

"Fuck you all! Fuck you! Just because you are all mansluts..."

"Ooooohhhhhhhh!"

"Hey, just because you're a frigid viiiiiirgin Mason." The laughter was harsh, and general. Here I was, on my eighteenth birthday, and I was the butt of everyone's jokes. Well, I wasn't going to stand for it.

"Oh yeah? Well, tonight I'm getting laid!"

"Oohhhhhhh Maseys getting hoooooorny..."

"And I'm going somewhere none of you 'real men' would dare. I know a guy who told me where to go. I'm going to Anthrotown, and I'm getting me some anthro pussy. Any of you man enough to come with me?"

The silence was deafening, and broken only by a stunned Martin letting off a huge burp before wiping his mouth with a shamefaced grin. It was Rory who finally managed to speak, though he slurred a bit with the booze.

"You? Take on an Anthro chick? Fuck dude, walk before you can run Masey..."

"I tell you I'm getting laid, and with an Anthro. A mate from uni has done it, and he told me where to go. It's the fucking best, better than any human, and they can't get enough of us I'm told. I'll get the best sex any one of you fuckers is going to get, yeah me, little old frigid Mason. So suck on that!"

That made them all break up in hysterical giggles, and I got ragged about sucking on cock for the next ten minutes until Nathan went to get the next round of beers. I kept my mouth shut, seething inside, and mentally calling them all cocksuckers. I remembered one of my favourites then, a bi clip with a stud horse and a bull and a female canine. The stallion had taken the bull's balls in his mouth while the bull mounted the girl, and he sucked on them and fingered the bull's ass all the while he was fucking. Maybe, just maybe...

No, I was getting some pussy. Maybe a feline. Yeah, a feline, like the one in the very first clip I ever saw. Fuck that would feel good...watching my cock disappear into her willing cunt, all that fur against my skin, biting the nape of her neck as I pounded her quim. They always came loudly in the videos, appreciative and all and then begged for more. The anthro studs always gave it to them, and in my mind I imagined myself like one of those studs, maybe an equine or a bovine, conquering a big anthro female, my cock driving her wild and her claws scraping my back as she begged me for more.

In the end, none of my mates believed me, and they let me take a cab without joining me. As far as they were concerned, I was heading off home to beat my meat and they had better things to do. I was determined though, and I only stuttered a little as I told the cab driver where I wanted to go.

He was startled, and thought he hadn't heard me.

"Um...are you sure sir? That's next to Anthrotown..."

"I'm fucking sure. Just drive ok?"

He shook his head and headed for my destination, with a dark expression on his face. Not before activating the special tarrif three on his meter though. I was just glad he didn't refuse to drive me there, and the fifty bucks would be well spent.

My source had been adamant. If I went through the gate on Northbridge into the port zone, I could get through the fence by the container berths without going through security. If I went two streets further across, I would find my destination; a bar called The Stables. If I mentioned his name, I would be let in.

Still, I remembered being nervous when the cab dropped me off and headed into the night with a squeal of tyres. The driver wasn't hanging round, and I gulped a couple of times and pulled my denim jacket tighter round my body to keep out the night cold. A fog had descended, and the massive cranes and ships appeared like ghosts though the haze. I could see the orange lights of cranes as they moved, and hear the occasional screech of a siren. I knew in there would be Anthros too; one of the reasons for keeping Anthrotown near the port, most of the workers were Anthros as were the ship's crews. A small army of them came out of Anthrotown as dusk settled in, moving about the city to do a hundred and one menial jobs before returning with the sun to their ghetto.

So many jobs humans had decided they rather preferred not to do; at least the animals served a purpose. It sounds genuinely funny now.

That night I felt like I must stand out like a sore thumb, and I was shivering as I found the gap in the fence my friend had told me about. We had met up in a chat room online, devoted to admirers of anthro porn. I was surprised when I found out he went to the same uni as me, though he was much older, a PhD student. Still, he seemed a nice bloke with a liking for beer and he was always buying me drinks at the pub when we got together to talk about our mutual craving. He had given me all the details late one night when we were too drunk to stand, though I managed to get them down on the back of a beer coaster. I had the beer coaster with me, I had kept it in my jacket for the night I finally got up the nerve to do it. It looked like my eighteenth birthday was the night.

The fog made it hard to see, and I realised at least that I would be a fairly anonymous blob in that mist. After making it through the gap, I followed the instructions from my mate until I suddenly found myself standing in front of it, my holy grail. A big, rambling structure with a few cars pulled up outside, all of them bearing license plates that restricted them to Anthrotown. No normal ones to be seen. It looked like I had found it, though I might be the only human there tonight.

When I went through the door, I got my first close up view of one of the staff. She was a canid, a tall wolfess, with silver grey fur under a black dress. She was reading something in a book and looked up as if bored, but her expression had changed rapidly when she saw what had just come through the door.

I just stood, kind of dumbstruck, as she sized me up.

"Well, I think you have gotten lost tonight boy. Run home now to your humans before something nasty happens."

I gulped, and mentally chided myself for cowardice. If only I had run then and there. It was not to be.

"P...please. Ahh...Kevin sent me. Kevin Endicott?"

She blinked, once, and smiled softly.

"Really? You know you are forbidden to come into this sector without a permit, kid?"

"Y...yes..."

"So, let's see it then."

I blushed then, and looked at my feet shuffling on the floor. It was a solid stone floor, with many scratches and dents. I realised afterwards that the clientele would have destroyed a normal floor easily. There were no carpets or floorboards in Anthrotown, nothing for hooves and claws to destroy. At the time though, I was fascinated by the detail without knowing why. I truly was naïve.

"You don't have one do you. How did you get through the checkpoint?" she was looking at me right in the eye when I lifted my head. I tried my best cute little boy smile. It had no effect, except to make her ears twitch a little sideways. I thought truth was the best defence.

"I didn't. I found a way through a gap in the fenceline. Kevin...Kevin told me how, just like he told me to come here if I wanted...if I wanted..."

I'm embarrassed to admit I couldn't even say it then.

She gave me a long searching look. "So, does anyone know you're here kid?"

I bit my lip and shook my head. Well, they didn't know exactly where. It seemed to satisfy the wolfess though, as she nodded.

"I.D?"

I handed over my license, and she laughed for the first time. She must have seen my birthdate. She gave me another look, this time a little feral, and I shuddered as she told me to wait as she headed through a door to her left. When she returned, she was smiling.

"This is a private club kid, but for tonight, we are willing to make you a member. Happy birthday for today; and head through there. Orson is waiting for you."

"O...Orson?"

She just waved at me and like an idiot I walked through the door. I found myself in a large well finished bar, and tried to ignore all the patrons staring at me. My nose couldn't ignore it though; that rich barnyard smell, so thick and cloying. There were all types in the bar, equines, canines, felines, bovines mostly. One big minotaur bull eyed me especially keenly, his fat gold nosering dancing as he snorted in my direction. It was his companion that got my attention though, and I couldn't avoid staring even though I knew it was a bad idea. He was a stallion, heavy-set and broad like the one in the first anthro porn I watched. He was wearing faded jeans and a leather vest, and I could barely take my eyes off the huge bulge in his jeans. My head filled with visions of that magnificent stud from the video, the wide flare of his cock and the heavy balls swaying as he ploughed the feline. I licked my lips, unconsciously, and he smiled and raised his drink to me.

I blushed and tried to run but instead ran into a big squat bulk that made me come to a sudden halt. My face registered fur, and as I recoiled, I realised it was white and thick. It belonged to the hulking body of a polar bear, with a wide grinning muzzle complemented by a big cigar.

"Hello Mason. I believe you are our guest for the night."

I had found Orson, and he was to be my guide into the abyss. At first I was glad of his attentions, as he took me to the bar and made sure I had a drink. It was then that I noticed it wasn't just Orson though; he had a companion. Or something...

"Ahhh...ahhhh..." I didn't know how to say what was forming in my brain. The bear seemed to know though, and he smiled and took a big hit of his cheroot.

"This is my pet Clayton. Clayton, say hello to Mason."

Clayton was a canine, but not a domestic dog pet like I knew. He was an Anthro canine, something like a German Shepherd, with well-trimmed fur and a large swishing tail. He was also naked, except for one item of clothing; a leather and steel trimmed dog collar, with matching leash. The leash was held by Orson, who seemed content not to use it right then, but rather let Clayton walk around mostly unimpeded. To a point. I stared, amazed at the sight and finding myself admiring that body, all the muscles still obious under the fur. And of course the sheath...one thing I loved about Anthros, that sexy skin with the inviting lips and a promise of the pink mass inside. He had a thick sheath with a heavy pair of furry nuts, and it pulsed as I stared. He knew I was admiring, and he gave a small smile that made me blush and apologise as I turned away.

After a few drinks I managed to get around to asking Orson about his pet. He just smiled, and puffed on his cigar.

"We do things a bit different Mason. Amongst Anthros, it's common to have a pet. Being a good master takes a lot, and a well behaved pet is the best companion you can have. Guess you humans wouldn't understand that; though I know you must have some interest in us and our ways. At least when it comes to sex; that's what you're here for after all, isn't it Mason?"

I almost choked on my beer, before nodding under his stare. He smiled and nodded, ashing his cigar in an empty beer glass before pointing me towards the far wall.

"I thought so. Well Mason, tonight is your lucky night. Over there you will find what you are looking for I think; though you may be a little surprised at what that is."

He chuckled, a long low rumbling, and I thanked him and headed almost at a run for the doorway. I can still remember that room; dark, inviting, terrifying.

When I went through the door, the room was empty except for two Anthros, a cheetah and a fox. I managed to gasp at the sight of them both; two beautiful females, and they clearly were waiting for me. I was going to lose my virginity not with one but two beautiful Anthros, and my cock throbbed in anticipation.

They were named Selene and Natasha, I remember. Ahhh, Selene the tall willowy cheetah, with vibrant spots on a coat barely concealed beneath a long white dress. And Natasha, with her red brown fur and bushy tail. Both of them smiled at me and beckoned me into the room. There was no furniture, only a strange frame in the centre I couldn't work out.

"Hello Mason. Welcome beautiful boy. And you are a beautiful one..."

Selene did most of the talking, and Natasha mostly giggled. Somehow they persuaded me to undress, and I did half needy half shy. When the last of my clothes were off, I stood and waited for them to laugh, but when I opened my eyes, they were both admiring and I felt so warm all over.

"D...do you like me?" I managed to blurt out.

"Ohhh pretty boy...so much."

My cock swelled watching her look at me as she said that. I felt something then for the first time; I felt like I was something valuable. I flexed my muscles, showing off, and got rewarded with a giggle from Natasha and a smirk from Selene.

They led me to the centre of the room, and I felt their touch all over my body. Selene found my cock, and her paw felt amazing, nothing like my own hand or the hesitant touch of my girlfriends. She had pads that gripped my skin with a sort of rough and gentle touch, and then the fingers closed on my shaft and I felt the tips of her claws teasing the veins on my meat. I almost came there and then, and she stopped to let me catch my breath before she began jacking me with long slow strokes, fascinated by my foreskin. She played with it using her claws, sliding one under the skin against the head of my cock, then as I shuddered, she teasingly sounded my gaping wide piss slit with another claw. I remember her looking into my eyes with the hottest smirk on her face, like she had found her own personal plaything. I fucking loved being her toy...

While Selene was using her paws and claws, Natasha licked all over my chest and belly, nuzzling my nipples and biting. I let my hands touch those furry bodies, amazed at the contrast in feeling. The fox felt almost coarse in places, while the cheetah was pure soft as silk. Their breasts were firm and perfectly proportioned, and I latched onto Selene's left nipple and licked hard. My hands went exploring, and Selene suddenly gripped my hand hard, her claws digging in so much I cried out and stared into her eyes. She gave me a wink.

"Not yet boy."

I watched fascinated as she took her paw from my cock, making me whimper a little in disappointment, then whimper again with something else as she slid her fingers into her own pussy, rubbing the red swollen lips before slipping her long fingers in deep to pleasure her own sex. Her nipples throbbed in response, and she let out a soft purring as she worked her sex, then she brought her fingers out. They were glistening, wet and slick, covered in her excitement. I watched them all the way to my lips.

"Taste me Mason..."

Dazed, I complied. Just a hesitant lick at first, then when the rich deep taste hit me, I took her fingers in deep and sucked off every drop of her fluids. She released my hand, and reached down to cup my scrotum while she made me clean off her paw until every last drop was gone. Then she repeated the erotic journey, this time though with Natasha, and I heard the fox yip and moan as Selene worked her slit and fondled her clit before I got to taste a second pawfull of sex, a different taste this time, but every bit as intoxicating.

"You like games, don't you boy."

"Oh God yes..." well, I liked these games. The cheetah was in charge, just like Alyssa. But she was so much more, and I knew somehow I was going to experience far more than Alyssa ever let me.

"Do you think you can obey?" I gulped, remembering Alyssa. I could obey all right. And with these two, I knew I would enjoy it so much more.

"Y...yes..."

I got a warm smile from them both. "Such a good boy...we are going to play a game with you sweet boy. Close your eyes."

Oh God...could this get any better.

"Oh...okay..."

The fox produced a blindfold with a sexy wink, and wrapped it around my eyes all the while complementing me on my body. I saw how I looked through her eyes, as she described every detail. The skin, pink and soft, that fascinated her. My naked cock, without a sheath, small yet beautiful to her, the fat purple head like none she had seen and she just wanted to taste. That made me groan and shoot a line of precum and she rubbed the residue into my piss slit as I writhed in pleasure. Then she ran her fingers through my curly locks and I could hear her panting as she felt my hair, marvelling at the colour.

The cheetah had my cock in her paw all through this, jacking me slowly and whenever I got close, she stopped and raked her claws over my head. I screamed it hurt and throbbed so much, but I wanted more too. My body ached for her touch. I could smell her scent too, a strong scent of arousal, like the taste I remembered in my mouth when I licked off her paw. I licked my lips in anticipation, greedy for more.

"Now stand still sweet boy..."

Paws gripped my arms and lifted them up high. Suddenly I felt something on my wrists, the first hint of trouble.

"Hey! Wha...what's going on!"

"Shhh just relax. We are going to have some fun with you if you obey, remember?"

"I don't like this! This isn't what I wan....ughhhhh!"

I felt something on my lips, and my complaints died with my first Anthro kiss, as the cheetah pulled my head towards hers and locked my lips in hers. I tasted her, and our tongues entwined as she rubbed her sleek furred body over mine. My cock was trapped between us, and rubbed along her belly as she writhed. I felt my tip pouring precum all over her fur.

"Such a good boy"

I tried to pull my arms down, but they were held fast. I had been manacled to the frame. I wasn't afraid, not yet, though a shudder did go through my body. Visions of Alyssa, but now a dominating Anthro Alyssa went through my brain. Last time we had been together, she had produced a dildo and taunted me with it, as she rode my face to climax telling me all the while how she was going to use it on my ass. She slid the hard rubber head under my balls and teased my hole until I came and laughed at me, but I didn't mind. I had never cum harder in my life. Now my cock jerked again, spurting a drop of pre. The cheetah gave me a slap on the ass.

"Not so good after all. Keep that to yourself boy. You will need it later."

"L...later?"

I felt another kiss, warm and lingering. Paws caressed my ass now, as the fox went to work. She was giggling again, as her paws slid down my legs, over the back of my thighs and calves. The cheetah rubbed my cock against her sex, using me like Alyssa used the dilod, touching herself, rubbing her lips and clit. I could feel the slick skin touching me and I gasped as she bit my lip, drawing blood. I didn't notice what was happening with my legs immediately, but when I did it was too late. They had been shackled too, and I was spreadeagled in the room tied to the frame. Suddenly I did feel the fear as I struggled in vain to be free.

I felt Selene cup my chin.

"Don't fight it boy. You will only injure yourself. And that would be a pity...you are a beautiful one, after all. You should get a record price."

"Price?!"

She kissed my chest and laughed.

"Yes sweet boy. You are quite the prize...as you will see."

I was aware of noises now, and scents. The stableyard scent was back, strong in the smaller room. Many voices murmured in the background, and there were noises, nickers, whinnies, bleats, barks. I was surrounded, and I broke out in chills. Every hair stood up on my body, and I frantically tried to break free while screaming for help. All I got was some deep throated laughter. Then a paw gripped my ass; but it was not Selene, or Natasha.

I smelt smoke. Cigar smoke...

"Relax Mason. There is absolutely nothing you can do."

"Fucking let me go you animal!"

There was laughter all round, and catcalls and good natured banter. I was too distressed to join in the fun. I was the fun. The bear was not amused either though.

"Now Mason, we had better get something straight here. You need to learn to behave, or it is going to go badly for you."

I couldn't see, only hear and feel, but I could tell the bear was close, and to my left. I bent my head in that direction and spat, then screamed

"Fucking let me go freak! Now!"

There was a huge roar, like the anticipation at a football match when a brawl starts. A wild raw bloodthirsty roar. The bear said nothing, at first. Then I felt my blindfold removed.

I blinked, adjusting to the light. I was in the small room, and there were Anthros everywhere. Mostly male I realised, and mostly staring at me with undisguised hunger. I felt warm again, a deep disquieting warm. My cock still throbbed, I saw, even without the cheetah stroking my length. The two girls had retreated to the side of the room, where they eyed me with appreciation but no sympathy.

Then the bear spoke.

"Nobody knows you are here boy. You will just disappear; the human cops don't come into Anthrotown, and our own officers won't help you. A human pet...every Anthro's dream. And you get to make it happen Mason. How well you live though depends on how well you behave. But first a little...demonstration..."

That brought a round of cheers, and I fought against the bindings, terrified. The wolf Clayton walked to the side of the room as Orson let out his leash. When he turned around I knew I was screwed. All I could do was babble incoherent appeals for mercy.

The wolf was holding a heavy leather strap, with three metal studs in the end. They shined so beautifully in the dim light, almost sparkling. I tried to shrink against the frame but the bonds held me tight. The bear walked round behind me.

"Just a little lesson boy."

The pain was like fire lancing across my ass. At the time, I never thought there could be a pain worse. Of course, Master has done more and worse since, and I can take a lot of punishment. I am sometimes a bad pet though, and Master needs to teach me how to be good. And sometimes Master is cruel.

Back then, I screamed, and almost fainted. The crowd cheered, bulges throbbing harder in their pants. And, I was horrified to see, my own cock remained stubbornly hard, the end purple and glistening with precum. Part of me longed for more of that burn; now I crave it almost as much as the touch of Master's cock.

Then the bear addressed the crowd.

"Now, what am I bid for this beautiful..."a cheer

"...and mostly undamaged..."another cheer and a laugh.

"...and thoroughly unhousetrained human pet. Just turned eighteen, a magnificent specimen if ever I saw one. Just what you need for those quiet days, and perfect to warm your bed, amongst other things...if he is good..." now a low throaty chuckle.

One voice piped up though. I recognised him as the bull I saw when I first entered. He was eying me up like a meal.

"How do you know he likes males? Didn't you lure him with the promise of pussy?"

There was a general murmuring at that. The bear held up his paw.

"Now now Titan, you know that doesn't matter. He will like it well enough, once you've finished with him..." the laughter was back, along with a crawling sensation in my belly. I tried to clench my ass, imagining all sorts of things I had seen in those videos. I managed a small whimper.

"Oh, he likes males. And he likes being dominated."

The room quietened, and I turned to see the new speaker. It was the stallion, the one who had been drinking with Titan. And he was also staring at me, with a knowing smile on his lips.

"How do you know?" the bull wasn't convinced.

"I smelt him. I knew as soon as he walked in; this was one I wanted. He's desperate for it, can't you all smell it?" the stallion opened his nostrils obscenely wide, as if he was drinking me in through his nose. I felt his attention though, and it made my cock jerk.

"We all respect your senses Troy, but still..."

"The let me demonstrate."

The bear nodded, and I watched the stallion approach. He was huge, with bulging muscles everywhere and a battered looking face. One ear was half missing, and scars crossed his cheek. He carried himself with the ease of a dancer though.

"My new pet..."

"No! I'm nobody's..."

My head rang as I recoiled from a slap across the face.

"Quiet pet...your Master has not asked you to speak."

His fingers looked massive, ending in little hooves. He reached for me and I shied away but the cruel bonds held me in place, and soon I felt the touch of another male. A massive, Anthro male, who nonetheless touched me with more gentleness than I could have imagined. And I felt my body respond.

Soon others joined in, and I was surrounded by fur. The bull gripped my ass and squeezed roughly, a deer stroked my flanks, and a wolf licked my neck. I tried not to respond, but I found myself losing the fight. Then the worst of all; the stallion stood behind me.

"So perfect...Orson, can I borrow your pet?"

The bear nodded while he puffed on his cigar. The German Shepherd bowed his head to the stallion in submission, ears flat on his head.

"Kneel behind him dog."

I felt the stallion grip my sore and battered cheeks, and cried out in pain. My cries turned to sobs of need though, as I felt something incredible, something so unexpected. A long rough tongue soothed my welts, lapping at the ridges of pain and turning the burning heat and sting into something else, something that made me thrash against the bonds in unbridled arousal. Then the long tongue flicked between my cheeks and I panicked.

I tried to pull my legs together to close up my cleft but couldn't, and instead I felt the Shepherd's tongue slide down the length of my crack blowing hot breath on my skin and licking at the depths of my cheeks. I felt every last inch of his lapping, and my cock jerked and throbbed, growing to full aching erection just as the bull began jacking me with rough uncaring hands.

"No!"

Then the canine pressed his tongue on my anus. I bucked and heaved as many hands and paws held me tight, licking, touching, only knowing I had to get away from that tongue. But it was futile, and as I screamed out a plea for release, he slid his hot thick organ into my hole and began to eat me out.

I tried to resist. Then I tried to take more. I pushed back onto his tongue, wanting it, savouring it. Every time he lapped at me he touched something inside that made me go weak at the knees and drew a fresh spurt of pre from my cock. A massive load began building inside my balls, aching for release. I needed it.

Then he stopped, and I felt the stallion's breath on my neck.

"See?"

The bull scowled, and pinched the head of my cock until I screamed. It only made me harder. Then I felt the stallion again, this time though his fingers slid between my cheeks and toyed with my wet taint.

"You want this don't you boy."

"No..."

I gasped, as his fingers touched my hole.

"You lie...never lie to me boy...I will not enjoy punishing you, but I will do it when you deserve it. Now, tell me...do you want this?"

"I...I...I...ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

His fat digits suddenly spread my pucker, and I felt my anal lips clenching uselessly on his fingertips. It hurt...and it burned...and I needed...

"Do you want this?"

"Yessssssahhhhhhhhhh!"

He rammed then home to the hilt, battering my prostate over and over. I jerked, and shuddered, head leaning back and eyes rolling as waves of sensation wracked my body.

Then he pulled my head round to his and suddenly he kissed me, and he slapped my nut one more time. I arched my body and tensed as a line of precum drooled from my cock in a single line to the floor. Then the stallion suddenly wrenched his fingers from my ass and I whined like a bitch in heat.

"Please don't stop...please don't stop...please don't stop...oh God please don't stop..."

I hated myself so much in that moment.

He didn't return those fingers to my needy hole though. Instead he reached for the strap.

It took six strokes against my sore ass before I came, splitting cum all over the floor. Six hard blazing strokes across my ass, each one sending waves of need into my hole and my tensed perineum, until I felt the incredible mix of pain and pleasure from having a load strapped out of my balls by my Master. Hanging there afterwards, he stroked my fresh welts before burying his fingers in my hole, and I could see them all, all those Anthros around the room who had watched my shame, openly masturbating as they watched me humiliated. I began to cry.

"Shhh don't worry boy. I will make sure I win the auction...you will be safe."

And he did, with a final bid over the bull that made the crowd roar in appreciation. The bull scowled and looked about to make a scene, but the bear knew how to mollify his customers. So I got to watch as I hung still from the frame, as the canid Clayton went down on the bull. Titan dropped his jeans to reveal a huge pink length of bull meat, extending from a furry brown sheath above a pair of enormous balls.

I watched Clayton take his length easily, until he had his nose pressed against the bull's sheath, and his tongue slid out to lap under Titan's heavy sack. It didn't take much of this deep throated action before the bull was grunting hard with eyes closed and face screwed up, and he gripped the dog by the back of the head to ram him down onto the base of his cock. With a final bellow he flooded the German Shepherd's muzzle, thick strings of bull seed dripping from his lips to dangle all the way to the floor.

All the while my new owner fingered my hole, teasing my prostate as he licked my neck. I watched fascinated, horrified, and aroused. My cock spat precum in strings that matched the ones trickling from the canid's lips.

"You will learn to do that pet..."his voice held arousal and menace. I jerked in my bonds trying one last time to be free.

"Oh God..."

As the stallion paid for my body, the bear prepared me for my new life, attaching a collar to my neck and a ring to my scrotum. He fixed a leash to the neck collar, though he laughingly told me he woudnt mind seeing it attached to my balls instead. That was for my new owner to decide.

Owner. Owner. How the word shocked me then.

A little fight still remained, and I looked at the bear defiantly.

"Someone will come for me. They know I'm here."

He just gave me a wave of the paw and a puff of cigar smoke.

"Oh yeah? Who?"

I imagined my buddies, wondering where I was. Would any of them come? Then I thought of my uni mate. He would know.

"Kevin. Kevin Endicott. He knew I would come, and he knows about this place too."

Now the bear was wracked by chuckles. He nodded and grinned.

"Mason, who do you think gets us these prime human pets? You aren't the first. Kevin will get his cut, as always. He will be very pleased at the price you raised; a record, if I remember correctly. Ahh...here's your new owner. I will leave it to him to break you in."

I had one last hope, in spite of what the bear had said, until I stumbled naked outside behind my new owner, with the stallion nickering encouragement all the way. There was his car, to take me to my new life. A police cruiser, with the symbol of Anthrotown police.

Eventually we came here, my home, for my first night. And then my training began. I was made to lie over a bench, strapped down and vulnerable, while he stroked all over my body. The terror began to recede, to be replaced by need. He saw that too, and shook his head at my erect cock.

"You will need to learn control there Firemane."

"Who's Firemane?"

"You pet. I have decided on your name. It matches your hair; a beautiful burst of sunlight at your head...and down your chest, your belly, even here..."

I moaned, as he gripped my cock, and slicked back my foreskin then slid his hand down to the base. His fingertips played with my pubes, the sparse bush of curly dirty blonde that I had been so ashamed of when I was sixteen. I barely needed to trim, let alone shave.

"You are beautiful, Firemane. My sweet sweet boy..."

"How...how long will you keep me."

He smiled and stroked my ass.

"Until you are ready."

Then I got my first taste of Master's cock, though he would not fuck me for long agonising weeks. Not until I was ready...

Though when he did I screamed even as I shot line after line of cum as the stallion's cock tore at my hole. Now I am able to take him so much easier, and so much harder.

I still shoot like a fountain though, when Master lets me. I know to ask permission to cum; after that many whippings even I learned.

"Good evening Fire. Looks like you have been thinking those thoughts again, haven't you?"

I open my eyes wide in fear and surprise. I don't know how long I have been elsewhere, remembering, but in the meantime, Master has come home. He is dressed in his jeans and jacket, and I can smell the scent of cigar smoke. He has been to The Stables again. I shudder at the memory.

He is always at his hottest when he comes home from there. My cock jerks again, anticipating a second session with his cock. He can never resist me when he has been drinking.

He grins at me, and shakes his head though, and lets out a disapproving nicker. I know better than to whine.

"No such luck my pet. Besides, what have you done today to deserve more of this?"

He grips his bulge and squeezes and I moan now, watching the outline of his flare against the fabric. He is already hard, and needy. But if not me then...?

"I have a present for you pet. But you will need to help me."

I watch him surprised but excited, as he unties me from the frame. I let my arms hang by my sides, rubbing wrists made raw by the shackles, and letting the cramps ease from my muscles. He beckons me to follow him into the next room.

The shock makes me speak without asking permission.

"Rory!"

"Mason! Please, help me! Help!"

There is my old buddy, football jock and cocky stud Rory. Except now he is not so cocky, trussed up with his wrists and ankles bound and a pet's collar round his neck. He looks magnificent, naked and vulnerable. He has bulked up more since I last saw him, and I can see every perfect muscled mound tense as he fights the bonds. His back and ass are bruised and red from the strap. I shudder at that memory too.

Master slaps his ass, hard, and my friend lets out a stifled cry.

"I told you not to speak Mustang."

"Mustang?" I see my Master's face cloud at my impertinence. He smiles quickly though. He is pleased with himself.

"Yes Firemane. I have decided to call him Mustang. He is just like a wild young stallion, and breaking him will be an absolute pleasure."

I feel something then. Jealousy? It makes me want to scream, and hurt. My Master seems to know though, and he reaches for me, stroking my curls.

"Not like you Fire. You were tamed before you even walked into The Stables. Do not worry though my pet, you will always be my first, and my favourite."

The pleasure that courses through me is like the sun coming up just for me.

"He came to The Stables looking for you. I knew I had to buy him then; you will make an interesting pair."

I felt a twinge at that. I hung my head, as my Rory looked on pleading.

"Mason! What the fuck is this? Please, you have to help me! I came to try and find you for fuck sake. What the fuck is wrong with you!"

My hand grips his lead, and I jerk him upright as Master watches with approval.

"Good. Take him to the playroom."

We lead the increasingly desperate stud to my room. I think I can bear sharing; at least with Rory. Master guides him to the punishment bench, and bends him over the top. I feel Rory squirming and fighting, but the fight seems to leave him as he feels me grip his ankles and spread his legs while Master cuffs him to the bench.

As Rory lies over the bench, pleading, I look him over. I can see his crack, with his legs spread wide, and I have a perfect view of his anus and the long length of his perineum. There are cute little dark curly hairs that circle his hole and cover his taint. He has huge balls with a covering of dusky fuzz, and a long thick cock. I remember seeing them when we were sixteen, when he fucked his girlfriend in the back seat of my car.

I zoned out from Samantha long enough to see his girl straddle his lap, and realised she had taken off her nickers and hitched up her skirt and then pulled his jeans and briefs down. I saw his heavy balls with their covering of fuzz, and the long thick cock standing proud, and I wanted so much to go down on him. Instead I saw her guide his length into her pussy, the fat head spreading her lips as she moaned, then the shaft sliding against her lips all the way inside.

She rode him while he sucked on her tits, her fluids dripping down his cock. I watched his balls swell and ride up high, and heard his pants turn to groans and cries then his balls began to jerk and I saw his cock twitch and his swollen urethra pulse with loads of cum as he filled her until it dripped back down his shaft while she rode him still seeking her own release.

I remembered him laying his head back as she went on and on, until he finally looked up to see me watching him, and gave me a sexy wink and a grin. That was when I came, with Sam's hand on my cock, though it wasn't her touch that did it.

Now I saw that perfect cock and balls again, strapped over Master's punishment bench, and I wanted so much. Master seemed to know.

"You want him, don't you Fire."

I nodded, ashamed.

"You can help me train him. Start by getting his ass ready."

I ignore Rory's cries and threats and pleading, and kneel behind him. His muscled mounds are sore, covered in welts and bruises, and in places where the metal studs have hit hard, little cuts bleed. I lean in and rub my lips on one especially sore spot, feeling his body jerk and heave in surprise.

"Shhhh Mustang..."

"Mason! I'm not Mustang! Please, don't you remember?!"

"Quiet. Let me comfort you."

"I don't want you to....ohhhhhhh"

His body tenses, hard, then relaxes as he feels it. I lick along one sore welt, feeling the ridge of pain against my tongue. I trace it all the way across the mound of his ass, and into his crack. He realises at the end, just as my tongue touches the first of his soft hairs lining his taint and he goes crazy.

"Don't! You fucking queer, don't touch me there! Don't...Don't..."

I ignore his pointless fighting and do my job. He tastes so good, almost as good as Master, when he sits on my face and lets me eat out his fat tailhole. Rory is better than I dreamed all those times in school when I jerked off to thoughts of him fucking some girl. His ass jiggles and flexes as I lave across his sore rump, then I concentrate on his cleft and wet the hairs of his taint and the fuzz on his balls as I finally suckle each heavy hens egg sized nut and he begins to whimper again but not in fear.

Then I finally take his hole, licking in a circle round those curly dark hairs and the ridge of muscle. It is red and sore and puffy and distended, and I know Master has used him with his fingers, just as he did for me. My lucky Rory...I will soothe him there too, and I do, lapping at his hole before forcing my tongue into him and making him gasp with unfamiliar and shameful pleasures. My pussy loving stud footballer friend, reduced to a needy wreck by my tongue. For a moment, I feel the power that Master must feel, and it feels so good.

"Now fuck him Fire. He is too tight for me yet, but we can start him off with you..."

My heart beats hard, hammering in my head. Rory squirms and begs and yells at me and threatens. I can't hear his words; all I can do is watch his clenching hole as it dances before my eyes.

I am hard. Harder than ever in my life. I know I am nothing compared to an equine, but for Rory, my cock is well thick enough to let him feel it all. I bring my aching head to his hole still wet with my saliva. It doesn't go in easy, and he thrashes and curses and cries but I take him eventually, and I feel the glorious feel of my cock sinking into his depths for the first time in my life.

Master is there, stroking my ass as I fuck him slowly, feeling his tunnel clench so tight trying to force me out again. He has stopped struggling, his mouth open in a silent cry, eyes closed. My stallion master strokes Rory's hair too, easing my stud's pain.

"Now faster Fire. A little harder..."

I am pleased to obey. His hole feels so perfect, gripping my cock and yet fluttering and pulsing with life. I feel him react to every thrust now, his body shaking and soft moans escaping instead of cries. Reaching under him, I take his cock in my hand. He is semi-hard, and as I slick back his foreskin, he hardens further until he is magnificently erect and leaking while I pound his hole. I cup his balls, squeezing. He is panting now, gasping, a high pitched grunt on each thrust.

"Stop! Pull out!"

I bite my lip to avoid screaming at Master, and obey his command, my red raw cock pulling from Rory's ass with a pop. My stud friend is lost, and his words bring me to the edge.

"Please don't stop...please don't stop...please don't stop..."

His balls look so inviting, I desperately want to suck, but I resist. Master laughs, that playful deep laugh that sends shivers down my spine.

"Maybe not so much of a challenge after all..."

My stallion drops his jeans, and I watch in awe as his cock slides from its sheath. I remember the first time he showed me his stallionhood, how scared I was as well as aroused. Over fifteen inches of thick mottled horseflesh with a wide flare over a pair of tennis ball sized nuts. He let me fondle him first, then jack his length and feel it all, play with his balls and his sheath, before finally letting me suckle just his flare. The first load I took almost choked me, but I got better until he could deep fuck my throat and fill my belly with his cum. When he first took my hole, it took an hour before I felt his balls pressing against mine with his flare deep in my guts. That first kiss of his scrotum brought me off.

I eye his cock hungrily. He sees and shakes his head.

"No Fire, still not for you tonight."

I try not to look jealous, but fail. He lifts my head and smiles into my eyes.

"Not for him either. My new pet has been very bad, he needs to learn a lesson. Fetch the whip Fire."

That brings Rory back to fight mode. He bucks against his restraints, all the while watching me with pleading eyes. He screams, he swears, he begs. I remember every taunt and cruel joke he played to help me through, and bring the short tailed whip to Master.

My stallion holds the leather tongs before his cock and I watch the end swell and pulse, then he emits a long stream of piss to coat the whip and wet it well and cover it in his scent. Then he holds it out for me and I kiss the leather, licking up the residue of his delicious urine. It tastes of him so much, musky and potent. I see Rory watching appalled, too stunned to scream anymore.

Master grips my hair and pulls me to him, and I fall forward kneeling at his groin. He slaps my face with his flare and I open my mouth to take him in and taste more, licking off the last of his piss and the drops of cum from when he fucked me tonight. My cock aches, dripping seed.

"Now you know Mustang. Your friend is not going to help you. You belong to me now."

Rory is still staring at me as Master pulls back the whip, the wet leather tongs shining in the room before they slam forward in an arc to lance across his taint and his sore hole. He almost manages to break the bench free from the floor in his sudden spasm of pain and his scream shakes the walls. But his scream turns to a cry of 'noooo' as I complete his torment, for the sight of Master's whip slicing into his sensitive crevice is my final straw and I burst, flooding the floor with cum as Rory watches through wide open eyes.

That is not the end for Rory though, only the beginning. For sometimes Master can be cruel.

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