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“And done!" The human said as he dusted off his hands, as if he had been knee deep in the labor. He shoved those soft hands into the pockets of the jumpsuit that bore his family's name on the back as two nude wolves carried a couch, the last piece of furniture to be moved in, through the threshold. Gavin watched as the two wolves set the couch down on the floor opposite the TV stand against a wall. Why did they have to be nude? “Everything look in order, boss?" The human asked looking over to Gavin. The human had been calling him 'boss' this entire move, mostly where the two of them sat at the kitchen table while the wolves moved everything in, maybe the human had picked up a box once or twice, Gavin couldn't remember.

“Uh, yeah!" Gavin said, reaching into his wallet to pull out a crisp ten dollar bill, handing it to one of the wolves. “Thanks!" The wolf looked at the bill, stretching it a bit with a confused look on his face before handing it over to the human mover, who laughed.

“Boss, they don't know what money is!" The human was practically slapping his knee in glee as he handed the ten back Gavin, shaking his head. He snapped his fingers. “Alright, come on boys, I got sandwiches in the car for you!" He said as he walked out into the hallway, not even checking to see if the wolves were following. The two wolves bowed to Gavin.

“Have a nice day, Sir!" They said in near unison, their eyes down at the floor, or in Gavin's mind aimed right at his groin. The promptly turned around and followed their Master out of the apartment.

“Uh, thanks! You too!" Gavin said nearly two minutes too late as he closed the door behind him. He looked down at his jeans which had tightened a waist size or two around him. Not only nude, but young and muscular! Goddammit! He walked around his apartment, a small one bedroom just outside of campus. Not exactly his parents mansion back in Connecticut but it worked for him, and it was HIS, and his alone. The fact that his parents were footing the bill for it didn't hurt.

“It's just kind of loud in the dorms, you know?" He had told his parents. The truth of the matter is that he had hated his roommate. Elias Taylor was a rich pompous asshole, granted Gavin wasn't exactly a Right to Dream scholarship winner but Elias took it to a whole different level. Absurdly expensive clothes, an expensive car in the student parking lot, and a fucking slave living with them! The fox had been the first time Gavin had really, REALLY been exposed to an anthro outside of the Coyote family that lived with his family, and it was night and day. Elias had his fox sleep on the floor, fetch dinner from the dining hall for him, do his laundry, the list went on. The fox never once spoke back against his Master. Just a defeated “Yes Sir" or “Right away, Sir" “Of course, Sir!" If Gavin had told Lyle to do his laundry the coyote would have dumped the dirty pile on his head. Gavin was starting to understand where the abolitionists were coming from now. The straw that broke the camels back was when the Fox, who's name Gavin never learned and as he went on he started to wonder if he even had one, caught him watching porn. He expected laughs, teasing, the thing's Lyle would've done. Instead the fox just watched Gavin, hand on his cock. “Do you require any assistance, Sir?"

But that was last semester, a semester he still managed to get a 3.8 in despite the 'distractions' he told his parents enough. So they were all to happy to help him get a small place near campus so he could focus on his studies. The only thing Gavin could focus on right now however was his raging erection from seeing those two, sleek, athletic, nude wolves.

“Here ya go Adam!" Cody said as he squeezed the thin paper back through the bars of Adam's cell. Adam smiled as he took the book, even letting his tail wag a bit as his fingers gripped the book on the other end.

“Thanks Cody." He said, looking over the cover of the paperback as the guard continued his patrol. If its cover was any indication it was a trashy, overly violent horror novel, just like the last two that Cody had given him. Adam didn't care much for horror, but he wasn't about to turn down a new book to read, doubly so from the only guard who ever bothered to give him books. The German Shepherd padded across the concrete floor from the door of his cell over to his bed. It was a simple twin cot that he barely fit into, like everything in this slave pen it was donated. Why spend money housing your stock? Next to him at the foot of the bed was a metal toilet, the kind he had seen when he worked as a Custodial slave in human prisons. This cell reminded him a lot of human prisons, but human prisons let their captives outside once in a while.

Adam flipped through the book and has he predicted it was a poorly written slog through horror cliches, at least he thought they were horror cliches given how they appeared in every one of the books Cody had slipped him through the bars. Adam stood up after a number of hours reading about the rising of tentacles all throughout New York, devouring human and anthro alike. He closed the paperback and walked over to the final feature of his luxury suite here at the Anderson Family Slave Pens. An old school desk and fold out chair. The damn things didn't even match. He heard from some of the guards that the chair came from a local church, a simple metal construct that lacked even the most basic of cushioning, guess their God didn't believe in sitting comfy. The desk was was donated from an inner city school that had shut its doors, a big old wooden style desk with tons upon tons of profanities carved into the wood likely by some delinquent student clad in a leather jacket holding a switch blade. At least that's how Adam pictured the author of the first book he ever read here in his cell. With care Adam placed his newest book atop the stack he had of other books. All worn out paperbacks with cracked spines and fading covers. No first editions here! Nothing Adam ever 'owned' was a first edition . Even his name was something recycled and spit back out at him. Adam Wolff, it had had been the most recent name he was given, the one he fell in love for a second time under. Adam looked through the neat stack of books once again, the one that always caught his attention was “The Treasures of Death Valley." It was the oldest book he had in his collection, both in original publishing date and in the edition he had. Printed on cheap pulp paper with a banner that read 'American Classics' though few viewed it as such for its content and more for its historical significance.

“The Treasure of Death Valley" was a novel published in 1875 by a young William Hill, a journalist who mostly covered the plight of anthros who worked the more dangerous factory jobs as the Industrial Revolution began to sweep the nation. It dealt with a young ranch owner finding a group of run away anthro slaves and together they find a hidden treasure deep in the prairies of Arizona. It was a rather simple adventure story written as an attempt to sway people towards abolition. Unfortunately for Mister Hill it had the opposite effect, being used to argue that anthros WANTED to be enslaved, after all, they risk life and limb to help the first human they come across. The budding abolition movement was snuffed out as fast as it began.

As Adam opened the book, the old familiar smell of cheap pulp paper hit his nostrils. It was a sweet familiar smell that brought back memories of better times. Times of reading books and playing with a small shy human boy. A boy who said they would be best friends forever! Adam was roused from his thoughts by Cody tapping on the bars of his cell.

“You got a visitor Adam!" Adam sighed, hopping off of his bed as Cody opened the cell door. Adam followed closely behind, wincing as he had to support himself on his left ankle. That ankle hadn't been the same since Mister Jeremy 'laid him off.' Cody got to the door to Mister Anderson's office, opening the door. He looked down at Adam's ankle. “Holding up ok?" Adam grunted and nodded as he walked into the office.

*

“No Don't hurt my bunny!" The tiny pale human boy cried as the muscular tiger began to ream the slim, almost feminine rabbit. Gavin rolled his eyes at the dialog, he wondered why the human was even in this shot at all. He wasn't doing anything besides cry while the 'bunny' got railed by the tiger and his monstrous cock. Gavin debated the inner workings of porn writing in the back of his mind while he idly stroked himself, watching the rabbit take that dick like a champ! Not that Gavin had much experience in taking dick himself, or experience in sex at all beyond pornography. Attraction to anthros of the same sex made dating a bit difficult. It made puberty damn near impossible with Lyle constantly parading around the house without a shirt most days. Lifting heavy objects, shoveling snow, raking. Those muscles just contracting in perfection. Before Gavin even knew it he was ignoring the porn and thinking about Lyle, Gavin closed his eyes and let himself drift into a fantasy.

Maybe his parents were away and they left Lyle in charge of the house. Maybe Lyle broke into his apartment. Or maybe the world roles were reversed and humans were slaves to anthros. That was a scaenario that Gavin thought about a lot. What mattered right now was that in his fantasy Lyle had Gavin on his knees while he sat on the couch, propping feet up on his shoulders.

“Hm...too weak to lift things, no fur so I can't send you into the snow to shovel...." Lyle placed his bare footpaw on his face, Gavin huffing in the scent, smelling a mixture of pine. “...so what can you do, boy?" Lyle sneered at Gavin. Gavin knew what that meant, and he dragged his tongue along the young coyote stud's sole. Tasting the pine and salt, feeling Lyle curl his toes as he drags his tongue up to lick between them. While his eyes were closed, other studs poured into the room. Lions, tigers, bears, wolves, and Presto's fox still wearing his butler's tuxedo the rest were all standing naked with thick erect cocks, stroking them as they watched Gavin lick Lyle's foot. Lyle watched the human slide his tongue between canine toes, stroking his cock idly before giving Gavin a 'loving' kick in the face, sending him collapsing onto the floor, with all the anthros circling around him, all stroking their cocks. Lyle leaped up from his chair, squatting over Gavin, his large canine cock right above Gavin's face. “Open wide human!" Lyle said as he started stroking his cock, harder and faster, the anthros all around him stroking in tandem. The Fox stepped out from the circle, squatting down next to Lyle.

“Would you like assistance with that Sir?" He asked, a toothy grin crossing his lips. Lyle laughed and grabbed Gavin by the hair, pulling his face up towards the coyote's monster cock! Gavin opened his mouth and felt Lyle's cock slide in! The coyote keeping a tight grip on the human's hair as the cock slid in and out, the shaft gliding across Gavin's tongue as he bucked his hips excitedly, tasting his coyote master's sweet sweet cock! Lyle continued to thrust into the human's mouth, feeling his orgasm start to build up in his throbbing yote cock. He looked around at all the other anthros, all of them stroking their cocks, standing nearly toe to toe as they surrounded Lyle and Gavin. Lyle continued to thrust into Gavin's mouth, hitting the back of his throat with his cock, pre dribbling down into Gavin's stomach. Lyle thrust a few more times before pulling his cock out of Gavin's mouth, it throbbing and leaking pre. He stood up, slowly stroking it, not wanting to explode onto the human too early. The coyote placed his foot before Gavin again.

“Lick!" He commanded, Gavin was all too happy to obey as he resumed licking his master's footpaw while he stroked his cock above him. Lyle was the first one to orgasm, much like how the alpha of a pack is the first to eat. He let his cum explode in hot excited strings down onto Gavin's chest. The coyote smirking as he watched his seed land with a soft pitter patter down on the human's chest. He stepped back, the circle parting to let him walk away. “Have at him boys!" He said dismissively as the other anthros crowded tighter around him, all of them stroking their throbbing monster cocks. Gavin nearly drowned in the cum as they released onto him in near unison, stream after stream of hot white cum falling onto him.

Gavin moaned and gasped, his imagination propelling his own orgasm forward, his cock shooting up hot spurts of cum all over his bed sheets. He panted as he felt the sweet sweet release, only wishing he could taste Lyle's cock for real!

*

“So what's your name?" The human driving had finally asked Adam after what seemed like an eternity of awkward silence.

“Well my last name was Adam, Sir!" Adam told the human from the back seat of the car. The human nodded.

“Adam works well enough for me! And drop the Sir crap, I'm not military anymore!" He laughed. The human driving him was an older man, well dressed but casual. Black hair with hints of gray that came deliberate. He was smooth, slick, but Adam couldn't place if it was slick like butter or slick like oil.

“Alright, and your name then?"

“James, or Jim, I'm not too picky about it!" He smiled, keeping his eyes fixed on the road. The transaction back at the Warehouse had gone about as smooth as possible. A quick look over to make sure there was nothing life threatening regarding Adam, a few questions regarding obedience and docility, all answered under Howard Anderson the Third's watchful eyes. One question stood out to Adam. “Are you homophobic in anyway?" Adam shook his head, half to confirm that no, he was not homophobic, half out of sheer shock that that was a question on the sales sheet now. The fat bastard even discounted Adam due to him being 'damaged goods.'

“Alright, Jim." It felt weird to call a human by their first name again, like they were actually standing on equal footing. “So what's the plan for the damaged goods?" Jim shook his head.

“Alright, only order; you don't call yourself Damaged Goods, Adam. Deal?"

“Deal." Jim nodded.

“The plan is to have you meet my son. He's a good kid, living on his own now, they always leave the nest eventually you know? But well, I know he spends a lot of time alone. He's a good kid, a really good kid. A little strange, oh and gay as hell. He lies to me about it, tells me about all the girls he's dating in college but..." Jim tapped his temple, laying a finger on a gray cluster of hairs “A dad knows these things! So my ask is this. Will you be my son's friend? Just help him through these years in ways that I can't?" Adam looked out the window, at the long corn fields and surrounding farms that littered this highway, but all he could see were ghosts. The ghosts of young boys in wheelchairs who promised they would be friends forever, the ghosts of a family who promised him they would take care of him, the ghost of a rabbit and plans to save up enough money to buy freedom. To run away from this place, somewhere far, far away.

“Ain't my first rodeo, Jim!"

*

Boxes unpacked, rooms cleaned, bong hidden, internet history deleted. Gavin couldn't help but roll his eyes at the fact his father wanted to come visit him first weekend in his new apartment, but he wasn't one to argue. He added in a few strategically placed 'hidden' beer bottles and an empty pizza box on the kitchen table, didn't want his father to know he spent most of the week hanging out in his apartment alone. He gave the room one last look over making sure it hit that threshold of 'lived in.' Gavin even debated buying some women's underwear and leaving a pair on his bed, his dad would smile at that, right? In the end his father hadn't even so much as peaked into the room before revealing his reason for the rather sudden visit. Standing behind Gavin's father was a German Shepherd anthro, tall and well built (and thankfully wearing pants!) Gavin hadn't even noticed him until he followed his father into the apartment, hobbling in on his heels.

“Look I just think you need someone living with you! What with the string of robberies in the area and everything!" Gavin couldn't help but roll his eyes, of course his gated community parents would get paranoid following news of a few nearby break ins around the city block.

“Alright dad, I'll get a roommate or something! You don't need to drop off an anthro." Gavin whispered it, not wanting the dog to hear his rejection of the idea. The German Shepherd had gone about inspecting the rooms, following that canine nose of his.

“Look, Gav, buddy!" His dad always called him Gav when he wanted to get the best of him. That's how his dad took authority over people, a slick smile and a tight handshake. “This is Adam's last chance, he's a good guy, and I couldn't just leave him for public next month!" Gavin nodded, as much as he didn't want the antho, or Adam, living with him, he couldn't argue with his dad's reasoning there. Anthros who were considered 'undesirable' were eventually auctioned off to public work forces. While some of the jobs given to them were fine, even desirable, most weren't and the threat of sending an anthro public was a quick way to get them to fall in line.

“So what's got him marked undesirable?" Gavin asked.

“Sprained ankle, at least that's all he would tell me! Good thing this building has elevators, I don't think I have enough dad strength to carry him up the stairs!" His dad laughed, patting his son on the shoulder in that 'I've already made up my mind' manner. “Anyways I'll send for another bed for him. Till then you two can just take turns sleeping on the couch or something!" Then he left, without a hug, without an I love you. Just a curt nod, a charming smile and out the door. Gavin went to go find the anthro.

“Hey Adam?" He called out, walking down the hallway to his bedroom. The anthro couldn't have gone far, it was a tiny apartment. Unless he jumped out the window. Gavin found Adam in his bedroom, his bong gripped in his paw.

“These are illegal you know?" Of course the German Shepherd was a fucking narc! Gavin stood in silence for a moment, unsure if he was supposed to order him to shut up or argue that paraphernalia itself wasn't illegal, or just beg not to call the cops. He looked at the large German Shepherd, standing a good entire foot over him. Deep down Gavin knew that Adam wasn't labeled 'undesirable' for as something as an ankle sprain. That tag doesn't get attached due to an injury. That kind of title was bestowed when they were dangerous. The silence hung in the air as Gavin's throat burnt to break it. Adam instead broke the silence, laughing loudly as he placed the bong on the night stand. “Relax kid, I'm just fucking with you!" His laughter turned into a wince as he let weight fall onto his ankle. He grunted and Gavin was quick to help him onto the bed.

“The ankle?" Adam nodded. “Alright, just lay down, I'm going to get you some water!" Adam followed his new master's orders, letting his head sink into the pillow.

It was dark when Adam woke up, for a moment he thought he was back in the cell, felt like he was back in the cell. The only sound accompanying him was the faint static emulsion of a TV the room over. The kind of sound that could be heard when all other sounds were absent. Pin drops, Adam called them. With a groan in his body, he lifted himself off the bed and hobbled out into the living room. The human was watching the TV on mute, he likely didn't even hear the faint static emissions from the screen. It was the rebroadcast of the Season finale of Astronaut Werewolf High School, where two of the lead characters finally hooked up in the bathroom of a Medieval times restaurant.

“Jesus that show's still on?" Gavin jumped a bit, he hadn't even heard Adam hobble his way out of the bedroom and into the hallway. The German Shepherd leaned against the wall, taking the pressure off his ankle as he looked towards the TV. Gavin scooted over on the couch, patting the seat next to him.

“Do you want me to change the channel?" He asked, waiting for Adam to sit next to him. Adam couldn't help but laugh at a human deferring TV choice to a slave. He took a seat next to Gavin. “How's the ankle?" He asked.

“Better, thanks for letting me sleep!" Adam grunted. Gavin nodded, watching the two werewolf astronauts make out in the bathroom.

“Well I'm not about to kick you out of my bed with a busted ankle! Wasn't like I was using the bed anyways!" Adam laughed.

“Your dad was right, you are a good kid!" Gavin groaned as he handed the remote to Adam.

“God, you spent like what, an hour with my dad and you're already talking like him?" Adam grinned and ruffled Gavin's hair. “Well I do have a good five years on you, kid!"

“And I technically own you!" Gavin pouted his words like paper, causing Adam to laugh even more as he flipped through the muted TV channels, small explosions of color flickering in and out through the screens. “Want me to take a look at the ankle?" Adam's ears perked. “I am in school for physiotherapy after all!" Adam shrugged, this human was an odd one, just like his father had said.

“Sure why not!" Adam had to stifle a laugh as Gavin proceeded to get off the couch and on his knees by Adam's feet, taking his sprained ankle and looking over it.

“So how'd you sprain it?"

“I fell! Two left feet and all that!" Gavin nodded, it wasn't a sprain caused by a fall but he wasn't about to start questioning his story. He gently ran his fingers over the dog's ankle, feeling that now familiar bump of the sprain. He put some pressure on it.

“It hurt when I do this?" Adam's face was a stone but he nodded. Gavin continued to run his fingers over the swollen ankle, feeling all the bumps and bruises. “Keep it elevated for me for a second!" He said before trotting off to the kitchen. Adam 'obeyed' his 'Master's order' while he waited for Gavin, his idle channel surfing had gone full circle right back to Astronaut Werewolf High School. Gavin hurried back with one of the kitchen chairs, sliding it under Adam's elevated foot. Gavin sat back next to Adam, watching the two leads of the show FINALLY kiss after four seasons of will they won't they. Gavin was paying less attention to the show, and more attention to Gavin's curling toes.

“Checking on how my ankle is?" Adam asked, curling his toes a bit faster.

“Uhhh...yeah! Yeah!" Gavin replied. Adam continued to curl his toes, he knew that look Gavin was giving his foot, and it wasn't a medical look!

“Would a massage help?" Adam asked, curling his toes again with a bit more slow effort. Gavin's eyes were still fixed on them. He nearly jumped out of his seat at the question.

“Hm?"

“A massage?You said you were studying physiotherapy. Would that help with my condition?" Gavin shrugged.

“I mean, it wouldn't hurt." He said, eyes still on Adam's toes. Gavin couldn't pretend that he didn't find the dog attractive, but his authoritative voice had his tail bone pressed eternally downwards. The dog was deliberate with his flexes now, slowly curling his toes.

“Think you could?" Gavin nodded, nearly jumping at the chance as he took a seat in the chair and rested Adam's foot in his lap, starting to slowly rub at the heel. Adam smirked to himself, the boy's father wasn't wrong about him, eager to please. Or was it something more? He leaned back letting the human rub his thumbs over his heel pad, hitting all of those sweet pressure points that he forgot he had. Hours standing will make one long for a massage and the human was good, very good even. “Mmm, press a bit harder?"

“Yessir!" Gavin said as he pressed his thumbs harder into the heelpad. Yessir. That made Adam's ears perk up and a curious grin stretch across his face. He curled his toes tighter as he felt Gavin continue the massage, rubbing up and down his heelpad before moving up to the sole, fingers tracing along those soft bits of flesh hidden under fur. Adam let out a content growl, letting his human work.

“Don't forget between the toes!" The shepherd growled out contently, wriggling his toes a bit.

“Oh, of course, sorry!" Gavin said meekly, running his fingers between Adam's toes. Adam grinned, lifting up his other foot to place it on Gavin's thigh, his toes curling all the same. Gavin kept rubbing, letting the other foot rest on his thigh.

“You know, you make a much better footrest than the chair!" Adam teased, tapping Gavin's stomach with his free foot. Gavin blushed, still rubbing the foot for a moment before saying in a near whisper.

“Do- do you want me to be your footrest?" Adam grinned, licking his canines as he pulled his foot back from Gavin's lap.

“On your hands and knees, kid!" Gavin quickly obeyed, pushing the chair away as he dropped to his hands and knees on the floor. Adam happily parked his feet on Gavin's back, feeling his bare heels dig into the soft fabric of the human's shirt. He took the remote in his paw and continued channel surfing, making another full cycle for Astronaut Werewolf High School to reveal that this entire season was a dream sequence. Adam chuckled to himself as he brushed through Gavin's hair with his toes, letting the claws duly scrape against the human's scalp. Adam thought he actually heard Gavin let out a purr as his toes brushed through his hair. “Having fun down there?" He teased, patting him on the head. Gavin turned a shade of deep magenta and replied with a curt shy nod. Adam laughed, dragging his toes down Gavin's face, leaving his big toe planted on the lad's lip. Adam didn't even need to say anything before Gavin took Adam's big toe in his mouth, slowly sucking on it. Adam let out a content growl, feeling the human's tongue dashing against the fur between his toes. He leaned back, feeling his new human work on his toes. He pulled his foot away, gently grabbing the human by his magenta tinted cheeks. “You're mine now, understand?" Gavin nodded, letting himself grin.

“Yessir!"

“Good, now let's go to bed!"