FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

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Well, took me a fair while to finish my second story. As with the previous one, sorry for all spelling errors and mistakes.

Expect cock, and enjoy~

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Makev let out a soft grunt as his feetpaws slipped again. Walking barefoot, his sensitive pawpads rubbed over the rough paving stone, still warm after the sunny day. The fennec fox of course was used to walking without protection, ages of evolution allowing his species to withstand much worse surfaces. But evolution didn't prepare him for walking blindfolded. Neither did it prepare him for being dragged by a leash used also to bind his wrists together. Or that the black fox pulling it liked to yank the smaller male. He could almost see that fanged grin on the others muzzle. Yet he did onto complain.

Master. If the black-furred male had a name, he didn't bother with telling what it was. This was the only way he was to be addressed, and Makev learned the hard way not to try anything else. His lessons of obedience and servitude were hard, harsh... and arousing. Even when walking down a path in a public park, bound and blindfolded, with a heavy collar around his neck, the desert fox couldn't deny he was fully hard, his length pressing down one of the legs of his pants. The male in front would often stop, letting him walk into his back, paws giving Makev a tight grope. Two squirms, one from the grope, one from the yank of the leash that always came afterwards, hurrying him. His ears twitching, waiting to hear a gasp, a yell, any noise of another person seeing them. He never thought an internet hookup could turn so wrong and right at the same time.

Suddenly, there was a hand against his chest. Fingers creeping up his body, wrapping around his collar. For the first time, he was stopped before he walked into the other fox.

• On your knees - came the command. Before he could even think about it, his legs were already bending, his training taking over before his mind could react.

• I found the right bench. You can almost see the whole park from here -

And that means, the whole park can see us, Makev thought. Not surprised by the choice of location. One hundred percent sure, his owner wasn't looking anywhere else, but at him. He could almost feel the icy blue gaze on him, studying each twitch and expression he made.

• Open up. I need to take a leak -

The fennec fox caught fire. From his chest, down his body, up his head, a rush of blood, the most crimson blush you could imagine taking over his muzzle and ears. A filthy perversion. A loved kinky.

Makev shivered in disgust and disbelief.

The fennec fox opened his muzzle wide, tail giving a soft wag.

The black fox knew how to work his kinks. How to turn curiosity in desire. How to train the body, and numb the brain. How to make a grown up, adult man kneel bound in front of him in a public park, and let be used as a urinal. Wagging as piss splattered over his face.

The first stream hit his muzzle, quickly lowering to land in his open mouth. No matter how hard he tried to swallow, he never could keep up. Or maybe he just loved the feeling of the musky fluid dripping down his chin and neck. Regardless, the stream soon moved lower, over his chest, belly, finally ending on his groin. His clothes soaked with it, slowly going through it, staining his fur. Not matter how hard he tried, or which shampoo he used, the fennec fox always could feel the hint of that smell on him ever since he was marked the first time.

• Good boy - came the praise. Was he really that happy to hear those words? His tail gave another wag, brushing over the piss-made mud under him. Was it still just a role he loved to play, or was he really becoming a 'good boy'?

The other fox slowly encircled him. The other male also always walked bare foot, but his reason were usually different than Makev's. Each click of those bare, well-kept and sharp claws making the fennec fox thinks about how they felt against his tongue, his chest, his groin.

The wet stain on his crotch grew warmer, his soaked shaft twitching, adding his own pre to the mixture.

His hands were pulled above his head. And then, to his surprise, set free. A yank on his collar pulled him up, back onto his feet. The black furred male behind him, pressing into his back, the obviously bulged groin pressing right against Makev's rear, under his tail. One hand sneaking under his wet shirt, finding his nipple among the wet fur. Squeezing, pinching it hard enough to make the smaller male squirm and whine. Two clawtips pressing into his flesh. Master always teased the desert fox of pinching a hole through those sensitive numbs of flesh. "The most expensive silver rings for his sluts nipples" he always said with a wide grin, watching his slave whimper. The fox split between being Makev, and being the slave. Not sure which part of him was almost ready to agree.

This time no teasing propositions came. Instead, the second black furred hand slipped onto his ruined jeans pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them almost at the speed of sound. No underwear on the smaller male, as ordered. His shaft roughly yanked up, six and a half inches of dripping fox cock, hanging free in the air, drips of pre carried off by the breeze throughout the park, along with his smell. The smell of need, of lust. Of submission.

• Ain't you excited, slut? In the middle of the park, so hard and needy just from being pissed on by a true male? You filthy whore... - each word stung deep. Each word made his cock jump, the larger males paw wrapped around it, bending it up, against Makev stomach. He could not deny it, could he? He was here. He was hard as fuck. If the black fox ordered him to lick the paving stones clean of the piss made mud, he would drop to his fours and do it, wagging his tail. Training? Or predisposition? This was beyond one horny fox to understand. His mind, his will wrapped around the hands of another male, cruel, creative hands that bent and molded him. That guided him here.

The shove wasn't that hard, but as his knees smacked against the bench he still yipped. Not because of the hard wood, but simply because the paws that were toying with his body left. Instead, they guided him to kneel on the park bench, facing the back of it. Swiftly, the black fox pulled Makev by the leash to press his chin against the upper end of the seat. A few simple loops of the leash, and both his hands and wrist were now tied to the wooden boards. But it was only half of the setting the fox had in store. The same leash was dragged under the bench, finally slipping between the boards and the desert foxes ankles, a few more loops ending with a knot finishing the work. One last touch remained. With a chuckle, and a hard smack to his rear, the dominant male slipped Makevs pants down his legs.

His tail rose up high in the air. Another reaction he needed no command for. Another lesson the black furred male taught his body, to expose itself before a thought about it even passed his mind.

• Good boy - his owner repeated himself. Slowly, his hand slipped down the smaller males back. The same sharp clawtips slowly scratching through his fur. Warm fingertips encircling, pressing around the base of his tail. Making him whimper and shudder on the bench. The hard wood he knelt on already started to hurt his knees, but that didn't matter, those were someone else's knees. Makev, the slave, the Master's whore just obediently stayed at his place, lifting his rear even higher as those fingers wrapped around his bushy tail, pulling him up.

And the he moaned out as those fingers slipped lower, gripping the base of the wide, glass plug he was ordered to wear. His ring spread around it, fur still glistening with cum and lube. The first almost always more often applied then the other. Somewhere in the back of his mind was the part of him that was still amazed how long he was able to keep the toy in. And how well he could pretend it wasn't there. An even smaller part questioned how was he convinced to wear smaller plugs inside to work, or on trips. Devious devices of his owner, always to be inserted into the desert fox on a whim. A text message, a call, even just an email, and the suddenly blushed fennec fox raced off to the nearest place he could get enough privacy to slip one of them in. Was it still himself?

His thoughts cut as the black fox pulled at the base of the plug, slowly pulling it out. Makev grunted, almost biting down on the bench back under his muzzle. It has been at least two hours since it went in, and that along with the walk made him a bit tease, if not sore. Yet soon with a soft 'pop' the glass toy slipped out of him. The last load, left in him by his owner before the walk, slowly starting to drip between his exposed cheeks, warm against his skin in contrast to the breeze he was exposed to.

• Lovely view... - the black furred male chuckled, his fingers slowly smeared the stains around the exposed hole, almost tenderly massaging the sore flesh. Unable to keep himself from it, Makev murred low, in lust, another drip of fox pre falling onto the bench. Would it really be a surprise if after everything he was ordered to clean the bench with his tongue? Which now hang in the air, the desert fox panting as his owner slowly added pressure onto his entrance, even if not much really was needed. It took only a few seconds for the larger male to slip three fingers inside his pet, curling them deviously to press right against his prostate, the moan that spread his mouth in response loud. Lustful. Needy. On the edge to just beg to be taken here and now.

• Such a needy slut - came the degrading words right next to his ear, three fingertips mercilessly rubbing over his most sensitive inner spot - How about I'll just leave you here, bound, exposed and available for anyone to take? Come back tomorrow afternoon, have you clean any mess left and walk you home on all fours, with only your shirt on, leaking and stained by any male that would take advantage of you? Maybe even post an invitation online, with the exact place? -

Makev shivered, not even knowing was it lust, fear or humiliation. The black fox already proved once he was one to share his property, having him 'entertain' three guests on a small house party he organized. Not to mention the time he was given an hour to come to the fox with a cum-filled rear. But would his owner just leave him bound in public? There was fear. Lots of it. And almost as much lust. The deep, submissive craving to satisfy his owner. To give himself away to other males. Makev would be afraid to even walk the park alone at night. But the slave... Masters slave...

• Oh, but I see we have the reason we came here coming. Over here gentleman! - the fox yelled, pulling his fingers out of his pet, before slapping his rear hard.

The desert fox felt his heart stop. His blood boiled, the blush that covered his body brighter than a supernova. At first he thought his owner was just playing with him. But then...footsteps, closing in. A loud laugh, and some unrecognizable words. Hooves against the pavement closer and closer to him. If not the warm hand simply laying on his rear, by now Makev would probably bite through his binds and try to escape with any shreds of dignity he might had left. But that touch... Yes, the fox was rough. Sometimes cruel. Definitely a huge dick. But still, that touch somehow made him feel... safe? Was it even a proper word for this situation?

And then suddently an unfamiliar hand squeezed his right asscheek. Hard. Teasing. With a loud, surprised squeak the desert fox almost made the bench jump up with him in panic. Another alien hand wrapping around his narrow snout, keeping it closed. His instincts took over, and if the grip wasn't strong enough he was sure by now his teeth would be sinking in flesh. Throwing his head to the sides, trying to slip out of the binds, the fox went into full fight or flee mode.

• Feisty little critter, ain't he? - a deep voice said above his head.

• If he saw what he's in for he'd be begging and drooling over it - his owner replied. With a chuckle, he slipped his hand under the bound male and gave his still dripping cocktip a rough pinch. With another, muffled squeak, he finally calmed down. There was no helping it. Whatever the black-furred male planned was going to happen regardless of his will. The hard, dripping fox cock between his legs showed only the slaves anticipation for it. There was nowhere for Makevs panic to go, except to be shoved deep into the corner of his mind.

• Well then, why don't we give him a feel of what's in store for this little, slutty plaything? - another unfamiliar voice said, this time somewhere around his back. His blushed ears dropped down low in submission as two large hands took hold of each of his cheeks. And then, there was heat. At first Makev thought the stranger pressed his knee against his exposed rear. Wide. Hard. But knees don't drip warm fluids. And the he realised. A horse. A flared horsecock head was shoved under his tail. The wide tip leaving a fresh stain, equine pre dripping down his thighs, onto the back of his balls, and dropping onto the bench, mixing with the stain he made. There was fear again. He never took a horse before, even the widest toy Master made his take didn't feel this large.

The black fox simply wrapped his hand over the smaller males furred orbs and pulled. What started as a squirm soon turned into a wide, breathless gasp as the tip of the equine malehood started to press against his ring, forcing it wide, spreading his rear with the hot pillar of flesh. A short snort, a hooved leg smacking against the pavement, a thrust hard enough to almost move the bench, and... it was in. The head, along with several fat inches slipping inside him, his jaws opens so wide in a mixture of a moan and whine they almost hurt. Yes, the black fox might have prepared his back to take the beast. But not his mind. Neither Makev, neither the slave was ready for the feeling of having such a huge malehood inside them. Each breath, each heartbeat seemed to only make him squeeze around and feel more of the veined length.

• He looks like you're already poking his brain with your dick - said the voice above his head.

• It's just the tip. How about you give him something to do on your end and we'll meet halfway inside the slut? -

• Soon. First, I can smell the whore likes to smell like a true male -

• Dude. You get any of your stuff on me and I swear I'm pulling out of this ass and having yours -

• Fine. I'll just aim good -

How much of the conversation could one understand with a mind so clouded with being taken by a large male? Makev didn't. He heard words. Voices. But they were now as good as background noise.

It took the warm stream of piss to hit his opened muzzle, flooding over his taste buds, to come back to his senses. Almost drowning in urine, the desert fox cough and gagged as the other stranger seemed to aim only for his face, starting with his mouth, then going up over his nose and forehead. A clawed hand grabbing the back of his neck, pushing his muzzle to point down, so only a few drops landed onto his back, most of the stream dripping down his head, and off his lips and nosetip. With his muzzle completely soaked, Makev felt the male pull one of his fluffy ears, using it to wipe his cock.

• There, happy? -

• It stinks of piss now - the horse replied, pulling back half an inch.

• Like he didn't when we came? - the bound fox twitched softly. Would Master reapply his scent here? Or back home?

• Whatever. Don't care - the equine cut off, accenting his words with a rough shove, making him moan out as a few more inches sunk inside him, as deep as the longest toy he ever took. Just how big was this horse?

• You're a dumb jock, that's all. You would never understood the fine points of the play we can have here, thanks to our host - with that the other male grabbed both of the fennecs ears and pulled his wet muzzle back up, pressing his nose tip against an equally wet, musky cocktip.

• This is how you do it. Beg - came the command, amplified by a pinch to the sensitive ear tips.

The command was already imprinted in his mind. Beg for Master's cock. Beg for his piss. His seed. Beg for anything ordered to beg for, and then beg for anything expected to beg for. The fox trained his slave well. And beg he did.

Not just with words. Not even just with sound. His expression, his muzzle, lips and tongue pleaded, and worshipped the male in front of him. Stealing licks and even a kiss on the bitter-tasting cocktip. It wasn't Master, screamed a part of his mind. No, the black furred male wouldn't allow his slave to even breathe over his cock without a clear order. It wasn't Master. The second his lips sinned with touching that cock, the male in front of him just grabbed the back of his head and in one, strong move shoved all of his length inside his muzzle. Canine, was all he was able to think of before the tip slipped down his throat. Thick and veined. He couldn't help it. All his training, all the willing and unwilling practice the black fox put him through, and Makev still gagged around that cock. Coughing, his throat squeezing against the invading length, his body fighting to push it out. Just a second the fennec fox begged as he fought not to vomit. Just a moment he tried to plead as the horse proved to be larger than he thought was possible, another rough shove slapping the equine hips against his rear. Please, let me adjust, he panicked, feeling almost as if a pole of cockflesh impaled him from lips to ass.

The slave just knew he failed his Master. Disappointed him.

And the black furred fox made sure he knew his failure has been noticed. Even with his touch, his smell, his feelings overwhelmed by the two males roughly having their way with him, he could feel the clawtips almost gently dragging over his side. A hand slipping onto his chest. His nipple pinched so hard between those claws he almost bit down. There was blood, he was sure of. And he knew there will be more.

The canines claws raked his back, his teeth pulling at one of his ears as each thrust brought him closer to forcing his knot into the fennecs muzzle, even if it meant dislodging his jaws. The horse almost broke his pelvis as a rough shove sent him over his edge, flooding his insides with thick, hot seed. Makev felt his own seed, dripping down from his own dick, not even able to recall when in the crazed runt he came himself.

And among all this, all the slave could hear is the sound of his owners footsteps. Slowly moving away.