{"sf1_id":926900,"sf2_id":"znJBDgQn","title":"Fox Hunt 6","author":"KevinFoxboy","words":5698,"posted_at":"2015-10-26T22:31:09.000Z","tags":["Bondage","Chains","Dominance","Fox","Fursuit","Human","Submission","larp"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/926900-fox-hunt-6","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/znJBDgQn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/5e/08/5e0850a6-f234-4c5f-84e8-bfb540f40016","description":"Mistress tests her LARP fox, and he starts serving men","content":"\u0026nbsp;Fox Hunt 6 - 2012-1025.0130  \nAdult anthro characters, adult situations and language, nudity.  \nAll text and situation (c)2012 Kevin Foxboy\n\n\u0026nbsp;The chain wasn't particularly heavy. It was enough to hold even a   \nstrong man who wasn't a submissive, but it wasn't heavy enough for towing.   \nIt was unusual that she'd unhitched the leather and just let it hang from   \nmy throat.\n\n\u0026nbsp;My wrists were still cuffed and clipped behind my back, my ankles   \nstill cuffed on a half-meter chain. You may be wondering how the heck I got   \nthe fox suit on that way, and I was so busy admiring the long soft fur and   \ntrembling at the expense I forgot to say that of course Mistress Roberta   \nchained my collar to the cart beforehand.\n\n\u0026nbsp;She simply unclipped my wrists to slip the fur on my arms then   \nreclipped them behind my back. She did my ankles when I stepped in the   \nsuit. As I've said, I've signed a legal submission contract and agreed   \nto the role-play.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I had no interest in struggling against the chains or trying to   \nescape. An unwilling slave would have to be chained again before being   \nunclipped, and it'd be difficult for even a strong woman to control his   \nattempts to flee. He'd have to be heavily guarded.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I was easy to control, because I liked her fussing over me. I didn't   \nreally need the second chain, as the leather would be enough to control me.   \nBut I didn't want to insult her Dominance, and she'd had to hold me to clip   \nme.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Now that my Day-Mistress had me thoroughly chained, she told me to   \nkeep my hands still as she clipped them to the chain. She wasn't about to   \nlet my hands free, but she did reach around me, unclip my left cuff and bring   \nat around me to reclip it to the right cuff and release them from the chain.\n\n\u0026nbsp;My wrists were now clipped together in front of me. \"Offer me your   \nleash, fox beast\", She ordered. She's Dominant so I use the uppercase She. I   \nknew how to obey, and the wrist cuffs slid around as I placed my left wrist   \nover my right.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Since I'm right-handed, that meant my left was in the way of using   \nthe dominant hand, and it was a subtle form of control over me. We both knew   \nwhat it meant, and I raised my wrists together slowly so I wasn't a threat.   \nI fumbled for the leather leash as I brought my hands up, bowed my head and   \nheld my hands bound at the wrists over my head.\n\n\u0026nbsp;A true act of submission would have me unbound but holding my wrists   \ntogether as if they were. I stood there quietly, my head down and wrists up,   \nwith the hand-loop of the leather leash dangling about a foot. She could just   \ntake the leash, or slap me in the face if She wanted.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Mistress Roberta chuckled, enjoying my obedience. As I said, I agreed   \nto this, so She didn't have to have men beat me into submission so She could   \nenjoy my terror and forced weakness. She looped the leash clipped to my collar   \nthrough my wrist cuff clip, and pulled me to make me walk.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Mistress Roberta had me securely enough. I knew with tension on the   \nleash the clips wouldn't release, and She could safey unclip the cart's chain   \nto lead Her leashed fox away, down the path to a bench with a kneeling pad.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp;Mistress had a little time to enjoy me before my captors expected   \ntheir trophy. I didn't know what She'd want me to do for Her, as we were   \noutside and I had the fox suit She'd warned me to keep clean. There was   \na pad beside the bench, and one in front.\n\n\u0026nbsp;The side pad was for a submissive to kneel out of his Domme's way   \nbut closely available for her commands. I knew what the front one was for,   \nas I've licked Mistress Roberta before. As I've said, I'm a hetboy and I   \nwas eager to lick a strong Domme at her command.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"You know what to do, beast,\" she said. I did, and I spoke submis-  \nsively. I prefer a direct command because I'm allowed to infer permission,   \nand I don't like to perform without it. I knelt on the far end of the pad   \nas if afraid to approach.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"May I indeed crawl to You and lick Your feet, Mistress?\" I inquired.   \nAs a submissive I should probably just call her Ma'am, but she'd taken advan-  \ntage of my chained nudity to clip my cuffs, leash my neck and stuff me in a   \nbondage cage, and I wanted to please Her.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Mistress Roberta accepted my offer. \"Yes you may, Kevin\", she chose   \nto use my role-play name instead of just beast. I've been called Spot as a   \nrole-play dog, and sometimes Doormat.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"Yes, Mistress\", I smiled. I was glad it wasn't like /Roots/ and I   \nwas allowed to enjoy my submission. It may seem a bit strange that there was   \na pad outside, but I've been on the outdoor detail that rolls them up at   \nnight and unrolls them in the morning if it isn't raining.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Or going to, soon. We unroll in the early morning so Doms/mmes can   \nenjoy us, and if it rains in the aternoon we rush out and clear them. The   \nguests are probably unaware the thick hedges conceal gates to storage cabins.\n\n\u0026nbsp;At any rate, me on my knees with a pad keeping the expensive fox suit   \nclean. I liked the pads in the suit since the stone's hard. I was several feet   \naway from Mistress, to avoid breaking Her personal space, but at Her accept-  \nance of my crawl and lick offer I started forward, quickly enough to obey   \nbut slowly enough not to startle Her.\n\n\u0026nbsp;If you've never seen a submissive twenty-someodd guy on his knees   \ncrawling to you, I suggest you get out more. Come on over to the Main Line   \nHunt Club and buy a guest pass, then rent me. I'll show you how a boy obeys.\n\n\u0026nbsp;While still three feet away, I paused and ducked my head down to   \nthe pad. Mistress Roberta made an accepting grunt, and I barely lifted my   \nhead and low-crawled to Her. She uncrossed her feet and planted them firmly   \nin front of Her.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Part of a contract submissive's training is how to kneel, crawl, lick   \nand kiss the way the Dominants expect. You don't just rush up and do them, you   \ntake your time to let them enjoy your skill and submission. You may have the   \nAmerican gender bias and expect females to crawl, not males.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I like to kneel, crawl, lick and kiss. It feels good to relax and give   \nup my cares. The Dominant takes the responsibility, so it's not so relaxing   \nfor them. They have to stay strong and in control. I just have to learn to   \nobey.\n\n\u0026nbsp;As I crawled up to Mistress Roberta, She took the time to unzip Her   \nboots for me. Perhaps She didn't trust me to hold Her feet while I removed   \nthem. The boots I mean, not the feet. She washes of course so the scent   \nisn't unpleasant, just feminine.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I knew how her feet tasted. I started getting squishy-minded yet again   \nand that's why I love the lifestyle. I slowly approached Her stockings and   \npaused, my knees folded, my weight on my shins, my back flat with my clipped   \nhands under me. I wouldn't be using hands anyway.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I licked my lips and wet my tongue. I extended it and carefully   \ntouched Her toes. My eyes closed as I tasted Her. I shuffled forward just   \nto let my tongue fully touch Her skin, then slid to Her right foot and licked   \nalong the outer side, from Her toes to Her ankle in overlapping strokes.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I was lapping her, trying hard to be a canid. If you've never petted   \nsomeone's pet fox animal, there's a farm in Russia where they've been breeding   \ntamer and tamer foxes. Now their ears are floppy just like domestic dogs, and   \nthey can be housebroken.\n\n\u0026nbsp;There is a bit of a wild animal smell to them, though.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp;After I lapped the outer side of Mistress Roberta's right foot, I   \npaused just long enough for Her to order me to continue. I slid to the inner   \nside of Her right foot, lapping from Her toes to Her ankle. She told me to   \nget on with it, so I didn't pause but went over to lap the inner side of Her   \nleft foot, then the outer side.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I returned to Her toes and kissed. Sometimes She's allowed me to lick   \nHer toes and Her heels, but I was expected at the fourth aid station so She   \ngently snapped the leash up. \"Your captors are going to demand your tongue   \ntoo, Kevin.\" She told me.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"Yes, Mistress,\" I replied softly. I knew quite well the things my   \ntrainer HuntMaster Alfonse had told me. And I knew the men were frequently   \nrougher with a sub. They seem to feel they need to distance themselves from   \nour obsequiousness, but I've never felt Dominant.\n\n\u0026nbsp;It was time to go. Mistress Roberta put Her boots back on and let me   \nzip them with my teeth. I enjoyed the scent of Her ankle and shin. Then She   \nsnapped me up and led me by the leash back to the bondage cage. She ordered   \nme in, and of course I obeyed.\n\n\u0026nbsp;As I backed my furry rump into the cage I wiggled my rump just for   \nfun and the furry fox tail swished. I barely felt it, and I wanted my rump   \nbare so I could enjoy the fur. I would have to beg my Day-Masters to remove   \nthe fox suit and let me feel the tail.\n\n\u0026nbsp;But Mistress Roberta didn't close the cage door, which surprised   \nme. I was sub enough to stay quiet though, but whimpered like a dog and She   \nchuckled. She chose to explain, which was a bit odd. Perhaps She wanted me   \nmind-squishy and eager for the men to Dominate me.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"You're going to run some more, Foxie. Just stay on your hind paws   \nand keep the suit clean. The green path has no dirt trail, it's all grass.   \nAnd it has very gentle curves, it's effectively straight to the cabin.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"Now I'm going to blow a whistle, and you're going to leave the cage   \nand run. Your back paws have the half-meter chain, so take short quick steps.   \nYour front paws are clipped in front, so you can balance.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"On your furry mark. Get Set.\" She blew Her whistle, and I obeyed   \nHer order to hop out of the cage, off the cart, and start off downrange. I   \nwalked to get the feel of the chain, began to jog, then trot, then run.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I was on my way back to Masters Rosen and Williams, and I would be   \nallowed to return the steel collar and chain leash.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp;As I ran down the green path, I was a bit surprised to see the cabin   \nalready. I have a poor sense of direction, and I need a map to see geography,   \nso I prefer just running along a marked trail. I had to note the green flags   \non the trees.\n\n\u0026nbsp;It had taken a lot longer to go from cabin to Lounge, but that was   \non the double blue path circling around the Hunt Club property. In about ten   \nminutes I was starting to feel tired, but I pushed myself and arrived back   \nat the cabin.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Remember I'd run up to it and been shocked at the brace of horse at   \nthe posts. The horses were still there, or maybe back again, and they knew   \nmy scent. I avoided the traps placed on the double blue path and saw the   \nkneeling pad on the back steps.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I knew it was for submissives, so I went up the steps and knelt. I   \nstill don't know how the masters knew I was caught earlier, but I did see   \nthe thin wire from the pad. I know enough about pressure-sensitive mats to   \nrealise my presence was anticipated and expected.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Master Williams appeared at the trail to the horse barn. \"Well,   \nwell, lookie what we have here. A kneeling foxieboy waiting to submit.\"   \nThe tod suit I wore was air-brushed russet with red highlights. A vixen   \nwould be a lot plainer, cause she had pheromones to make males come to her.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I ducked my head and took a chance. He hadn't said quiet, so I spoke   \nsoftly. \"Greetings, Master.\" I kept my head down, since we both knew the game.   \n\"Call me Joe, beast,\" he said to test me, and I reacted because a sub simply   \ndoes \\*not\\* use just a man's first name.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"\\*Sir\\* Joe, I am here as your submissive,\" I spoke formally. This   \ninformed him I knew what I was there for. If he wanted to Dom me, he'd demand   \nthe word Master, but he'd brushed that aside. \"Stay, boy\" came his order.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I wanted to crawl to him and beg to kiss his feet, but I didn't dare   \nget the fursuit dirty. I also wanted to amuse him with the suit's bigger   \nassets, but I had all day and night for that.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Besides, he was striding confidently up the trail and I can't keep   \nup on my knees. He'd told me to Stay, so I obeyed. My head was still down   \non the pad, my rump in the air and the tail hanging quietly. Again I wished   \nit was real, so I could wag it like a dog.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I know I've called the man Master Williams up to now, because he'd   \nbeen rough and Dom with me earlier. I called Sir Edgar a master for the same   \nreason. It's never wrong for a submissive of any gender to use the more formal   \ntitles of respect.\n\n\u0026nbsp;It wasn't all that unusual for a man to command that a sub call him   \nSir. Perhaps Sir Williams had been busy with free person duties and was just   \ngetting back to his sub, but I knew the man wasn't a stickler for the rough   \nrole-play Master Rosen liked.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I'd be harder for me to call Master Rosen a Sir, but of course I'd   \nobey the man if he ordered it. It's rather irritating for a free man to keep   \nhis voice gentle, because we sub/bes are aware of a Dominant's tone of voice.   \nWe act just like animal dogs do, except we understand words, not just the   \nanger.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp;I like serving Sir Williams. He's not weak, not permissive, just   \nprefers relaxed subs. He's perfectly capable of slapping us hard enough to   \nknock us down. And frankly I rather like the Domination. It's a thin line   \nsometimes between enjoying a nice knockdown and seeming to lack submission.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I heard a deep laugh in front and above me, and cringed. I couldn't   \nthink of any other response to Sir Rosen. He wasn't slapping me to Dominate   \nme, and I'm allowed to think the word Sir instead of Master.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"So I see foxie-boy is here for his captivity.\" It was not a question.   \nHe bent down and called me a Good Boy, and I wanted to rub my fox snout on   \nhis leg. But how was I to serve two men? I only have one tongue, and I don't   \nwant it split.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Now recall that I still had the leather fox mask on, with the snout-  \ncuff that kept me from removing it. I was getting hot in there from the run-  \nning, so I'm glad I didn't get the foxsuit head sweaty.\n\n\u0026nbsp;And I was there to return the snoutcuff, steel collar and leash   \nMaster Rosen had put on me. I'd never tested to see if it was locked, because   \nI'm a sub. I'm trained and tamed, and I like showing it.\n\n\u0026nbsp;However, I also said there's a lot to being a trained sub under the   \nSafe Sane Consensual Guidelines to Adult BDSM Roleplay, and I've served men   \non the floor and in the bed. Yes, two males together. You can go get upset now.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Master Rosen seemed rather relaxed now it was later in the day, and   \nhe could see the sweat on my human face around the snout. He ordered me to   \noffer him my leash, and of course I obeyed as I could with my wrists short-  \nchained.\n\n\u0026nbsp;He seemed to enjoy taking the dangling hand-loop from my wrists, held   \nhigh above my ducked head as if bound. My neck, wrists and ankles were bound,   \njust not tightly, and Master snapped the leash so it pulled up on the collar   \nring and I knew to stand.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Master Williams preceded me as I followed Master Rosen two steps   \nback and a step to his left. He only needed his left hand on my leash to   \ncontrol me. The men walked past their horses and paused to pet them. They   \nwere quite familiar with the scent of leather, on themselves and on submisives.\n\n\u0026nbsp;We went past the toolshed, and I knew very well what sort of fun they   \nhad in there with us. I'll tell you about it later, ok? Tease, because a mild   \npull on the leash kept me walking upright so I didn't dirty the fursuit.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I still don't know why Mistress Roberta put it on me. They could so   \neasily have just ordered me to put on the spare fox suit the valet had ready.   \nOr for that matter they didn't have to have Roger and Elaine wash me, they   \ncould have just put the same suit back on me.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Maybe Masters didn't want me sweaty. More likely they wanted to clean   \nthe fursuit and use it on another sub/be later. The suit I was running in   \nwasn't specific for gender. Remember it was really just furry arms and legs.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I'm told I get a silly grin on my face when I think about the tool-  \nshed. My grin was hidden by the snout, but I did walk a bit different. I'd   \nrecovered my breath and submissively followed my leash to the barn.\n\n\u0026nbsp;My wrists were clipped in front so they stayed on as Master Rosen   \nsnapped my leash down. I was glad the barn had clean straw on the floor   \nbecause I forgot to think. I simply obeyed the silent command and knelt   \nfor work with my legs only slightly parted.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp;Master Williams chuckled and leaned toward Master Rosen. They both   \nchuckled and looked over at their sub on his knees. It took a few seconds   \nbefore it dawned on me they were pointing to my suit and not my kneeling.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I'm perfectly used to kneeling completely undressed for men. It never   \nbothered me even before my training. Maybe I'm an exhibitionist at heart, but   \nquite frankly I'm small down there and I don't really interest even the subbes.\n\n\u0026nbsp;What I had on today were the fake plastic testicles on the expensive   \nfursuit. They'd been partly hidden in fur while I walked, and I'd been kneeling   \non the pad on the steps before so I don't think they really saw them before.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I giggled, because I was embarrassed to be the center of attention.   \nAs I said, nobody cared about my human parts, and I'd been perfectly willing   \nto take the drugs that made me less interested in nude subbes. They hadn't   \nordered me to speak, so I merely murred to acknowledge their glances.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I do believe the suit gave the men naughty ideas. They wanted to know   \nwhat else the suit had, as they'd seen how unfilled my g-string was earlier.   \nI smiled, which they couldn't see behind the snout, and ducked my head to   \nshow I knew I wasn't supposed to speak with the snoutcuff.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Of course it'd be impolite even to beg for its removal. That would   \nimply a sub was allowed to have an opinion. Master Williams dug a key out   \nof his pocket, and even with my poor human sense of smell I became aware   \nof the doggy treats.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Master Rosen had led me to a convenient iron ring set in the barn   \nfloor. As I knelt my knees went on each side, because I'm trained to kneel   \nto a floor ring. I was making myself available and Master Rosen held my leash   \nwhile Master Williams crouched down (no kneeling for Dominants) and clipped   \nmy wrist chain to the ring.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I could still move my hands a few inches, but I was well-restrained   \nsince I couldn't stand. The dog snout mask blocked some of my peripheral   \nvision, and I wondered why they bothered to be stealthy as they circled me.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I knew perfectly well I wasn't allowed to swivel my head and simply   \nwatch them. So I was surprised when I heard the /snick/ of the snoutcuff   \nlock opening. Master Williams on my right whispered to keep my mouth shut,   \nso I just ducked my head to say \"Yes, Master\".\n\n\u0026nbsp;If you're offended by Dominant men doing naughty stuff to willing   \nsubmissive young men, skip ahead.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp;Anyone still reading, Hi there, I'm Kevin the Sub. On\u0026nbsp; my knees in   \nthe barn, I was loosely chained to the floor ring, and Masters were removing   \nthe snoutcuff they'd put on me earlier that day. I think I said I'd started   \nto enjoy the weight and the excuse for not talking.\n\n\u0026nbsp;As Master Williams removed the cuff, Master Rosen gripped my snout   \nand pulled my head around. He lifted my snout to look directly in my eyes, and   \nas I'm submissive I couldn't meet his gaze. I had to whimper and look down.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I didn't dare move my head of course, not while he held it. I wanted   \nhim to shove me down hard and step on me, even though I knew his boots were   \nmuddy from wherever he'd been before riding back to the cabin. There was even   \na submissive shudder when I thought it might not be mud here in the barn.\n\n\u0026nbsp;As I've said, I actually like some rough treatment. It's so very   \nrelaxing after a hard day of pretending to be a peer in vanilla land, where   \nthey make me wear clothes all the time and don't let me kneel.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Giggle, no nudity is such a sily rule! Even in the sports building at   \ncollege I was only allowed nudity in the men's locker room, and only to and   \nfrom the showers. Even then I had to carry a towel and wear it.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Just because I was looking at other sweaty nude men, measuring their   \nsizes and deciding if they deserved respect, that doesn't mean I wanted to   \nfondle them. Only with their direct command, because that gives me permission.\n\n\u0026nbsp;It's not a submissive's place to judge his Sirs or Masters. I'd obey   \nthem even if they were small, like the horses do. Even John Holmes was smaller   \nthan horses. I wonder if he kept ponies to compare to?\n\n\u0026nbsp;In case you didn't know, the Hunt Club owns real animals too. How else   \ncould we sub/bes learn the right behaviour? Sure we knew how to kneel, but I   \nmean the ones role-playing Felids would learn catty things like sit on your   \nrump and lick your thigh.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I know cats and dogs are licking more sensitive places, but this isn't   \na vet lesson, and we people doing role-play aren't that flexible. But even I   \ncan lick my thigh a few inches above the knee, and pretend to go higher.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Which is what I very much wanted to do. Kneeling in the barn, I was   \nnaked inside the fursuit, and I'd noticed the removable lining which protected   \nthe expensive fake fur from my beast skin and sweat. I was grateful for the   \nknee and shin padding, and knelt with my foot extensions flat and pawpads up.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I've served both masters in the barn before, but that was in the old   \nfursuits or just the arm, leg and torso pieces. Or completely nude in just my   \nhuman skin. They were perfectly aware of my lack of size to fill a g-string.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Which is probably why a rather gentle kick in the rump told me to   \nspread my legs and kneel for their amusement. The suit testicles hung on the   \nstraw in their furry scrotum, and I felt the weight disappear. My human cock   \nwas held by the baculum in the sheath, and I was glad for the support.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp;Even if I'd been normal-sized, I'd feel afraid and be shrunken. I   \nwondered how many other males had worn this suit, and if they'd been big   \nenough to stay in the sheath without being held. It still smelled new, but   \nI knew I didn't deserve to be the first.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Masters Rosen and Williams pretended to be pleased by the plastic   \nsize. Of course they were just being polite, but why? I'm a sub, and I'm   \nquite used to size insults. Most of them are just the truth anyway.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I had a strong urge to kneel before my masters completely naked and   \ndisplayed for their perusal. I wanted to admit my failings and take the whip.   \nI may not have said I really enjoy a nice rump-warming, because my glutes are   \nflabby and therefore pad my pelvis and hips.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Another wave of submissive pleasure shook my neck, down my back and   \nflanks, and my trapped rump. The fake tail wiggled and I wished I could make   \nit swish and wag. I needed to prove to these strong men that I was worth their   \nattention.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\"Are you cold, Kevin?\" inquired Master Williams. As I said, he was   \nless assertive, and I saw Master Rosen's glare, directed at me for daring   \nto move without permisssion. The direct question meant I was allowed to   \nspeak, and my training and chained helplessness reminded me to speak only   \nthe truth, and not waste their time.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I'm not cold, Master, thank you. I'm not used to this suit, and I'm   \nafraid to dirty it.\"  \n\u0026nbsp; \"Is that why you're not wearing the head, you beast?\" Master Rosen's voice   \nwas less gentle.  \n\u0026nbsp; \"Mistress Roberta put the suit on me, and I wore your snoutcuff so she kept   \nthe head, Master\", I replied. I wasn't being dominated by her and I forgot to   \nemphasise the pronouns.  \n\u0026nbsp; My Day-Masters let the fact pass by. \"Tell me why you moved without my   \norder\", Master Rosen said. I knew a sub takes that as an order.  \n\u0026nbsp; \"Please, Masters, this sub needs to prove he's worth your attention\".  \n\u0026nbsp; \"You seemed a lot surer of yourself when you were chained naked in the   \nTrophy Room, Kev.\" Master Williams voice almost seemed caring.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I was quite aware that Master Williams has a more relaxed way of   \ndealing with us submissives. He even whips us relaxedly. A nice spank on   \nthe rump, a spicy sting down the thigh. I'm going squishy just enjoying   \nremembering.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Master Rosen likes to treat us rougher, and I think I said I like   \na little rough treatment, cause I can take it. I've often had a nice rosy   \nrump after a session with his whip, paddle, riding crop, baton, whatever.\n\n\u0026nbsp;In the suit I wouldn't be allowed to indulge, because it'd get dirty.   \nI apologised to Master Williams that I hadn't seen him, and he said I seemed   \ntoo easy as I went squishy. I said I'd lost the hunt, been captured.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"And the dog pack was taming you, weren't they, boy?\" Master Rosen said.  \n\u0026nbsp; \"They roughed me up and rolled me over, Master, and made me feel tame\".  \n\u0026nbsp; \"And you liked it a lot, didn't you, Kev?\" Master Williams tagged in.  \n\u0026nbsp; \"Yes, especially when Alice sat on me and dominated me.\"  \n\u0026nbsp; \"Alice? The beagle bitch?\" I wondered how much they'd seen. Laughter.  \n\u0026nbsp; \"Oh, we saw enough, beast. You liked being tamed and sat on, didn't you boy?\"  \n\u0026nbsp; \"Alice forced this sub boy to erm, show his tameness...\" I started to reply.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Master Williams grunted and toed my rump. I fell silent, as I was   \ntrained. Without the snoutcuff I had only the leather snout to let me look   \ndoggy, and as it was still the one I had as a fox it was a sexy pointy one.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I don't know how much you know about foxes. They're vulpines, and   \ntogether with canines the're canid. Foxes get pointy ears and skinny snouts   \njust made to fit men or women. I told you this is an adult story.\n\n\u0026nbsp;And of course i was trained to use the snout as well as my human lips   \nand tongue. I said how I kneel, crawl, lick and kiss;\u0026nbsp; and I wanted to show   \nthe men more of me. Where was a fursuit operator to wag and swish my tail,   \nand operate the sheath and baculum?\n\n\u0026nbsp;My human body was limp. I've admitted I can't really fill my rough   \ncloth g-string, and I bet you didn't know how males pad their naughties. I   \nsuggest you go see exotic dancers and stuff dollar bills in there, feel for   \nyourself.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Master Williams gripped my leash and snapped me up. I knew to rock   \nforward on my knees, fold my real feet under me, and rock back, to come   \nsmoothly to my feet. I'm quite used to the eighteen-inch long ankle hobble   \nand the four-inch wrist hobble. I often wear my cuffs under long jeans and   \nshirt in vanilla land, and I'll tell you some stories if you rent me.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I kept my head up so they could see if they wanted to control me,   \nbut I cast my eyes down as a sub should. I let Master Rosen put a leather   \nmuzzle on me, and I enjoyed the pretend need for control. Maybe I wasn't   \na completely tamed foxboy, or they liked reins.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Perhaps it was time for this foxieboy to do some work. With my ankles   \nand wrists clipped I can even climb a ladder, if I can balance and grip one   \nside. Since this is a working estate, the barn is really used to store horse   \nfeed, and I've gotten rather a giggle out of the two-legged beasts fetching   \nfood for the four-legged ones.\n\n\u0026nbsp;What Master Rosen wanted me to do was fetch food for the horses that   \nwere ridden earlier that day. I'd heard them while I was fox-running, and I   \nknew they should be walked to cool down instead of being put away wet. Giggle.   \nI know how it feels to be ridden and left tied down.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Anyway, if you were expecting just gay sex, you'll be dissappointed,   \nbecause this story is more about how submissive men and women are treated at   \nthe Main Line Hunt Club, and there are things adults do besides sex. Maybe   \nnext chapter, ok?\n\n\u0026nbsp;\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp;It's probably boring to hear about how to care for horses, especially   \nif it's not yours. If you've never ridden, there's a lot more to it than you   \nsee in movies or cable TV horse shows. It's kinda like what goes on at car   \nraces to keep the machines roaring around, except horses are alive.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Now, if by chance you've \\*been\\* ridden, please tell me about it. My   \nemail's open and waiting. I mentioned ponyplay in passing a while ago, and I   \ndunno if y'all picked up on it. The barn has stalls for submissives to lie   \naround in, and troughs for us to drink from when we're being equine.\n\n\u0026nbsp;There're also leather harnesses, and I really think you should c'mon   \nover and see the mares and stallions stamp and pull carts. If you want, I'll   \ntell you about being broken to the harness, bridle and bit, and reins.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I'd fallen into an animal trap while fox-running, and been captured   \nby these men. We all knew it was SSCG role-play of course, and if I'd been   \nchicken and safeworded, they were on their honor to stop.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Which doesn't mean they have to remove all the cuffs, just stop   \npulling on me and let me speak. Adults discuss whatever it was the sub/be   \nis upset about, and lots of times we just go slower and give the sub/be a   \nchance to relax and learn to enjoy it.\n\n\u0026nbsp;So I've had my limits pushed, which is how I found out I like the   \nrump-warming, and being held down and stepped on. I knew Master Rosen was   \nholding himself back because I'd just arrived at the barn, and I was a part-  \ntime domestic servant before doing dog and now fox hunt duty.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I saw the rougher blackened chains hanging ominously from the rafters.   \nThey weren't long enough to reach me standing on the floor, and I saw the   \nrough wood beam with the widely-spaced steel stud cuffs. I looked and saw   \nthe other beam on the floor with its own stud cuffs.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I whimpered and shook. I still wasn't allowed to talk, because they   \nput the leather muzzle on my fake dog snout. Of course my human face was   \nunbound under it, and I could safeword if I was chicken. But I'd lose my   \nhonor and any respect I'd built up.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Master Rosen saw where I was looking, but he just smiled overly   \nsweetly and turned to his partner. Master Williams knew it was time for   \nsome serious Domination of their captive foxtoy. They also knew I wore a   \nnew expensive Fox suit, and they didn't care if it got dirty.\n\n\u0026nbsp;But they didn't care to waste money on cleaning it. So they grabbed   \nmy arms and marched me over to the low balance beam, where they proceeded to   \ndrape me over it, pull my legs wide and clip my ankle cuffs to the legs on   \none side, then spread my arms and clip my wrist cuffs on the other.\n\n\u0026nbsp;All I had to protect my otherwise naked rump was the fursuit. I was   \nacutely aware it was a one-piece, and they discovered the disappointing fact   \nimmediately. There was no waist seam to separate and humiliate me.\n\n\u0026nbsp;And I would have to wait until they could get the suit off before   \nenjoying a sound spanking.","series":{"name":"HumanFox","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/717361-fox-hunt-5.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/945377-fox-hunt-2b.json"}}