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Nate woke up with the familiar damp smell of cellar around him. He didn't need to open his eyes to know exactly where he was. What he wouldn't give to not wake up here, to be back in his dorm room, or anywhere else really. The sound of the door being opened was what quickly made him get up, only to sink to his knees. His head bowed low, and his back arched he spoke the words he hated so much.

"Good morning Master, I hope you've slept well."

There was no reply, just footsteps coming closer, stopping before him. Nate began to tense up, hoping not to get hit for whatever the bear thought he had done this time, or just because. When he felt something making contact with his shoulder he flinched, bracing himself for the inevitable pain, which strangely didn't happen this time. Instead all he felt was a warm paw.

"Look at me." said a warm voice.

Slowly the bunny opened his eyes, there was no white bear towering before, just an otter with a warm smile kneeling beside him. Nate sighed, visibly relaxing.

"You ok now?"

"Yes Sir, sorry, I forgot for a second... I-I .. thought I-"

"That's all right, i know it will take time. Let's go upstairs, I made breakfast."

Nate nodded, quietly got up and followed the otter upstairs. The table was filled with everything one could possibly want for breakfast. Fresh bread, jam, coffee, juice and fruit. His master sat down and opened the newspaper. Nate's gaze fell on the clock on the wall and for a second he felt like he couldn't breath.

A slight gasp left his throat and got the attention of the otter, who turned his head to the now shivering bunny.

"What?"

"I-I overslept Sir. I ... I," Nate dropped to his knees and began crawling towards his master, "please forgive me Sir. I didn't mean to."

"Shhhh" The otter placed his hand on Nate's head, his thumb gently rubbing over his white fur.

"I let you sleep, you looked like you needed it. I'm not angry or anything. Let's just eat."

Nate looked up at the otter, the face looking back down at him certainly seemed like he meant what he just said. His master turned his attention to his newspaper again and Nate felt like he had just gotten away with some sort of crime. His chest felt heavy, and in his mind he was certain he had disappointed the otter.

Instead of getting up Nate decided to make up for his transgression the only way he knew how. He vanished under the table and carefully let his hands glide on the otters legs towards the zipper of his pants, only to be stopped by the otter's paw.

"Don't."

"If... if you want me to do something else Sir, please tell me, anything to make up for -"

"Sit, eat, and stop worrying."

Feeling the otter's grip loosen Nate slowly got out from under the table and pulled himself onto the chair. His eyes kept switching between the otter, hidden behind his newspaper, and the food. Something didn't feel right to him. Why was his new master so nice to him? Usually that meant something terrible was to happen to him later that day. Then again maybe he finally had something good happen to him, after all the last two days in his new home weren't so bad, maybe, just maybe the otter was actually nice. That thought was quickly pushed out of Nate's head though, by his mind reminding him about one simple fact: he had been bought.

The rustling of the newspaper caught Nate's attention. Turning his head to his master he saw an annoyed face staring back at him. Instinctively he tensed up.

"Why aren't you eating? Not hungry?"

"This is people food... uh, I'm not sure, I...I."

"Nate, you've eaten four meals here already. What's the matter?"

"T-those times you gave me my food Sir, that was different, I don't want to take something you might want. I... I shouldn't take anything at all."

"Another one of his rules I guess?"

Nate nodded.

"I'm sorry about this."

"Huh?"

"I'm going to the bathroom now, by the time I come back you will have at least two things to eat on your plate or you'll spend the remaining day in the basement. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir!"

Without another word the otter calmly folded the newspaper, stood up and went towards the stairs.

Nate's lip was shivering. The threat of the basement certainly was enough to get him moving. He quickly looked over the food, grabbing a slice of bread and a few grapes before dropping them on his plate. His shaking hands grabbed the table to steady him, waiting for the otter's return.

"Good boy," a paw lightly squeezed the bunny's shoulder, while the other one added another apple the Nate's plate "but you need more than that."

The next ten minutes were spent with Nate forcing himself to eat what he had picked. It still just felt wrong, he knew he wasn't supposed to eat this, and his stomach agreed, gurgling and cramping with every bite he took.

"Good boy, see, nothing bad happened."

Nate nodded, being threatened obviously didn't register as something bad for the otter.

"I want you to clean up now, I'll go get something you'll need for today's task."

Again Nate just nodded as he silently got up and began carrying the food into the kitchen. After putting it away he went back for the dished, carried them to the sink and began cleaning them. Hearing the otter's footsteps approaching he turned around. His master put a few index cards and a pen on the counter.

"I want you to write down every rule and lesson your previous master thought you. If he phrased it a certain way write it down that way, otherwise just the gist of it will do. After you're done bring them up."

"Yes Sir."

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Matt spent almost three hours in his office upstairs before he heard a tentative knock on his door.

"Come in."

The bunny quickly entered and closed the door again, careful not to make any noise while doing so. He slowly approached the desk, placed the cards on an empty space and the pen into a mug.

"What would you like me to do now Sir?"

"I actually have nothing else planned for you today. You can watch some TV if you'd like, or take a nap or whatever."

"Yes Sir."

Matt watched the bunny leaving in the same manner as he had entered, The only difference was a slightly confused look on his face. The otter reached for the cards and mentally prepared himself for what he would see. He had only heard one of Nate's previous rules so far and if that had been any indication of what he was about to see he wasn't sure he'd want to go ahead.

He picked up the first card and read the familiar, and already changed, rule about slaves not having names. The next card dealt with Nate's food, then one about being respectful towards his master, then daily routines and it just went on and on. Some cards didn't seem too bad, like the one mentioning how to properly address you master, other cards ended on the floor, balled up.

Having read the last one he let himself fall back into his chair while sighing. He had known that undoing the damage the bear had done would take time, but he would have never guessed how bad it was. That poor bunny must have gone through hell living with that monster for that long.

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Nate was kneeling on the floor in front of the sofa, completely focused on the show he had picked. Watching someone cook under pressure while being critiqued constantly, as strange as it seemed, made him feel relaxed. He followed the recipe, thought of alternatives and substitutes and just let go.

"You can sit on the sofa, you know."

Nate practically jumped to his feet.

"I know Sir, it ... just didn't feel right."

His master walked over and sat down. Reaching for a second remote he pressed a button and the TV turned black, displaying only the word 'recording'.

"I want to try something, that helped me a while back, if you're up for it."

"Sir?"

"Sit." The otter patted on his lap and Nate complied with his master's wishes.

The otter placed the index cards on the table, fanned them out a bit and then placed his paw on Nate's leg.

"Take a card, read it and then close your eyes and just think about what you've read. Hold on to that memory and when you're there tell me."

The bunny reached for a card, his fingers trembling. Why did he need to relive that? What good could come from that?

He swallowed hard, turned the card over and read .

'Every drop of cum you let go to waste will earn you one hour of hard punishment'.

As he had been asked he closed his eyes and his mind went back to the first time these words had been said to him.

It was the second week with the polar bear. His master had just finished using his mouth, and Nate, not being used to deepthroating, was down on all fours trying to cough up the cum that had found his way into his windpipe. He could feel the cold of the basement, smell the damp moldy air and taste the salty cum that pushed away every other taste as he coughed and sputtered.

The next thing he realized was the bear's footpaw pressing his head onto the floor and the angry bear's voice berating him, how he should be grateful to receive his master's cum at all. Then a kick to his ribs. Nate began to shake, trying to focus on the fact that this was just a memory, but still his chest felt tight.

It got even tighter, only this time there was warmth, as the otter was pulling the shivering, sobbing bunny into a tight embrace.

"What now Sir?"

"Rip it to pieces, the card and the memory."

Nate's fingers gripped the piece of cardboard and tore it in two, then again and again. Tears were streaming down his face as hundreds of pieces of cardboard fell to the floor.

"That's it, let it go. Feeling better? Even a bit?"

Nate didn't speak, but slowly the shaking stopped and the bunny turned his head to look into his master's eyes and nodded.

"I'm proud of you. I know it's hard, but that is one rule you no longer have to follow or to fear. Take all the time you need, and if you're ready take the next card, or tell me and we'll take a break."

Nate reached for another card.

'You are a thing, not a person, you don't eat people food'

The memory of the first day in the bear's basement came to him. How he was left alone, locked in that cold room without any food. Having to smell the bear cooking upstairs while he got nothing for days, just so he'd break more quickly. How he broke down on day three, and offered the bear anything for a bite to eat.

RIP

"I'd like that break now, Sir."

"Of course." The otter reached for the remote again and the show Nate had been watching came back on. It took the bunny a while to focus in the show, but after a few minutes he finally managed to push away the thoughts and just enjoyed watching a bit of meat slowly browning in a pan. This time though it wasn't just the cooking that distracted him, it was also the otter's embrace, that his master had never once broken.

After the credits had rolled Nate looked back, only to be greeted by a warm smile.

"Want to continue or call it a day?"

Nate thought for a minute before reaching for another card.

'You will not sit, only stand or kneel' RIP

'Slaves do not have names' RIP

Card after card fell to the floor that afternoon. Each one, while hard to deal with at the time left Nate feeling better than before. He knew that it wouldn't be as simple as ripping a piece of cardboard to get rid of the rules for good, but seeing them ripped to pieces on the floor took away some of their power. After all how could something so easily destroyed have any long lasting control over him.

By the time the last piece had landed on the floor Nate was smiling. He turned in the otters lap and hugged his master, who in turn planted a small kiss on the bunny's nose, only to laugh a second later at the confused and slightly shocked expression of the bunny's face.

"There is one more card. Let's call them my rules for you. I know getting used to them will take time, as will getting rid of the old ones for good, but do your best."

Nate took the card the otter held up, half curious and half nervous about what his new master thought were good rules for him to live by.

I am Nate, no one can take that from me.

Take care of yourself first.

Master has the last word, but he is not always right. I am allowed to speak up for myself.

Nate turned the card around, but found the other side empty. That was it?

"What about staying naked, Sir? That was your first rule."

"Oh, right. Well, let's just say I'm not as hell bent on rules as he was. Those three however I will enforce, no matter what."

"Yes Sir."

"It has been a long day, and I don't know about you, but I just want to cuddle up in front of the TV."

"C-cuddle? WIth me?"

"If you want to."

Nate looked at the otter again suspiciously, but decided it was worth the risk of getting disappointed as he carefully climbed onto the sofa and laid down on his master, his head resting on the otter's belly. With his master's hand slowly stroking over his back, the sound of his breathing and the slow repetitive up and down of his chest Nate quickly fell asleep.