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Here we have an RP that I was doing with Mizzyam. After rereading it again, I decided to share. This is my first attempt in converting an rp into a story. I left most of it alone, adding a few new parts and so on. Please give me feedback on this, I want to see what you guys think of this :D", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Hey all, here we have something new. Here we have an RP that I was doing with Mizzyam. After rereading it again, I decided to share. This is my first attempt in converting an rp into a story. I left most of it alone, adding a few new parts and so on. Please give me feedback on this, I want to see what you guys think of this :D", "writing": "The sun shined brightly on the warm, Spring afternoon as Jake, a small, white-haired rabbit with black-tipped ears, sat under a big, shady oak tree, nose buried in a book. The eight-year-old cub was dressed in his usual, breezy attire consisting of a simple pair of black shorts with a white stripe on either flank and white draw-strings fastened into a neat little bow, and a pale green t-shirt with a picture of his favorite cartoon character, Super Bunny, on the front.\n\n\nPresently the image of the superhero was distorted beyond recognition as he leaned over his book, bright blue irises scanning the pages with keen interest. Next to him laid his book-bag, with several notebooks and a sketch-pad inside. Normally he’d be observing the playground and doodling, but he’d found a new novel series in the library that was just above his reading level, and he’d since been binge-reading them whenever he could.\n\n\nSo naturally, when Jake and his friends were let out of class for their last recess break of the day, he made a beeline for his favorite tree to read. Today was such a nice day, too. A firm but gentle breeze blew in from the south, swooping into the enormous crater that made up all of Springwood Valley, in which laid the rural town named after its famous waterfall. It stirred the tree branches overhead and washed over his fine, soft fur with little, tickling tendrils.\n\n\nNothing could ruined his blissful mood as he absorbed himself in the intense mystery novel he was reading, except maybe if one of the usual bullies made an appearance to pick on him. But so far they’d left him alone today for the most part. The only notable encounter had him being pushed against his locker as one of the older boys walked by. Him and his buddies laughed it off, but they hadn’t bothered him since, and only two classes remained. So the chances of another run-in with them was slim.\n\n\nStill, he had to be wary at all times, and made a note to scan the playground occasionally, just to make sure the other students playing there maintained their distance. So long as they did, he was safe.\n\n\nUnbeknownst to the little buck, a pair of watchful eyes were fixed squarely upon him. A few blocks away, nestled in the bucket of a bucket truck--which was raised up to seemingly allow it’s occupant to work on the local power lines--was a orange and cream furred fox, dressed in a heavy set of work clothes. He had a small binocular lense set in one of his eyes and was looking out over to the local school, watching the young cub sitting in the yard.\n\n\nHe’d been tracking him for months now, so young, so vibrant, so full of life. The cub was intoxicating to him…He grinned and pulled up his radio and called over it quietly, “Is everything ready?”\n\nA few moments later a voice came back over it and said, “Yes sir, Police are occupied and the truck is standing by.”\n\nThe fox grinned and closed the power box on the pole he was beside, clicking the button on the radio before saying, “Then get to it then. Bring him to the usual place once you have him.” \n\nHe clipped the radio back onto his belt and lowered himself back down to the ground, climbing back out of the bucket and taking his hard hat off as he climbed back into the truck. The driver, a large ape, grunted as the door snapped shut and he pulled away, driving off down the road…\n\n\nMeanwhile, back at the school…\n\n\nAs Jake sat in the yard, enjoying his book, a large ice cream truck pulled up, it’s loud speaker playing a musical tone to hail all of the children in the yard. The side panel opened and a curvy gazelle stuck her head out and hollered, “Ice cream! Free Ice cream! Come and get something to make your spring day even better!”\n\nShe smiled, looking sweet and genuine in her offer of free treats, a crowd of cubs and teachers rapidly assembling around the truck, clamoring for the chance at free ice cream.\n\nWhen the distant call for free ice-cream rang out, both of Jake’s ears perked up immediately. He hesitated to pull his focus away from his book though, continuing to read hurriedly until he found a good stopping point. The second he did, he shoved a bookmark between the pages and closed the book, head rising eagerly to spot the truck and all the cubs running towards it. Immediately his bright blue eyes widened with growing excitement and a big smile spread across his face.\n\n\nHe’d never seen the local ice-cream truck offering free treats before. This had to be a one in a million opportunity, and the young buck wasn’t going to let it slip away. Not even the long line forming beside the vehicle was going to deter him. However, he was still hesitant, and took his time packing away his book and checking to make sure everything inside his book-bag was accounted for.\n\n\nThen, slowly at first, Jake rose to his feet, propping himself up against the big oak tree as he watched his fellow classmates getting their cold, sweet treats one by one. Eventually, the rabbit could stand by no longer and started to make the trek across the grassy field, picking up the pace as the line-up of other cubs began to gradually shrink. He grudgingly entered into the milling group of students, picking his way through the crowd before he finally reached the dwindling queue.\n\n\nBy the time he arrived, half the student body and even a few of the faculty, had acquired their free ice-creams, and only a few cubs remained, waiting for theirs. Impatiently, Jake shifted his balance between one foot and the other, standing on his toes to peer over the other students’ heads while they made their orders. His urgency was partly because of the bustling flock of bodies, but mostly he worried he would be too late.\n\n\nSooner than he expected, the way before him became clear and Jake shouldered his book-bag and rushed to the side of the truck, rising up onto his toes again to peer inside where he’d seen the pretty gazelle lady.\n\n\n“I-is there anymore? A-am I too late?” he asked the gloomy interior of the vehicle.\n\nThe gazelle lady leaned out through the window and said, “Of course I still have some more! I’ve got enough ice cream for two schools!” \n\nShe laughed sweetly and said, “Come around to the other window I gotta reach in and grab the ice cream from the other freezer.” She smiled and closed the window facing the yard, opening the window facing the road.\n\n\nAs she did this, a sporty red car pulled up at the end of the road, far enough away that it would be out of sight of most casual observers. She looked down the road towards it and the driver nodded at her, reving the engine slightly. She nodded, her smile slipping slightly, she knew the plan, but a lot could go wrong with it... \n\nAs soon as she handed Jake a certain kind of ice cream, the car would make it’s move... What if she wasn't fast enough? She sighed, no point worrying about it now. Now all she needed now was for the child to come away from the dwindling crowd of students and teachers.\n\n\nJake perked up immediately when the woman reassured him that there was plenty of ice-cream remaining, but he frowned a little when she told him to come around to the other side. It didn’t make any sense, since everyone else had been served from this side of the truck. The famished cub wasn’t about to argue though. He did however look back over his shoulder at students and teachers alike, ear drooping uncertainly.\n\n\nWith a small sigh, the buck resigned himself to the task. The gazelle had already closed the window in this side, so if he wanted his own snack to enjoy, he really had no choice. So without further thought, Jake padded around the rear of the vehicle, adjusting the book-bag on his shoulder. As he moved to the other side, another car in the distance revved its engine. It drew the rabbit’s attention for only a few moments before he rounded the ice-cream truck and came up on on the opposite side.\n\n\nSmile returning, Jake raced over to the open window, where the lady was waiting for him. He promptly stood up on his toes again, beaming as he browsed the list of tasty treats that were normally exchanged for money. He hardly needed to browse though. He knew exactly what he wanted right now.\n\n\n“Hey! Um… c-could I get a chocolate ice-cream?”\n\n\nThe gazelle smiled and said, “Of course! Let me get it for you.” She opened the freezer to begin to scoop up the ice cream that he had asked for. After a moment she smiled and handed Jake a sweet sugar cone piled high with chocolate ice cream. Before he could move away though she said, “Hold on, I have something extra special for you.” She reached down and pulled up a cartoony fox shaped ice pop, cherry flavored and a popular local favorite. While she had given this out to other kids, none of them had gotten it while on this side of the road.\n\nOnce he’d gotten his ice-cream, Jake was ready to leave right away, but the gazelle promised him something special. Curiosity made him stay long enough to see her pull out another frozen treat, but after he reached out to accept it, he realized what the molded shape was supposed to be. Of course, by then he already held the popsicle in his other paw, but he nearly dropped the fox-themed abomination on the spot.\n\n\n“Oh! Uhm… th-thanks, I guess,” he said awkwardly.\n\n\nHe didn’t want to be rude, but he couldn’t help reacting negatively. The lady wouldn’t have known about his aversion to predators like foxes and wolves, so he didn’t blame her. \n\nShe grinned and after a moment the sound of tires squealing filled the air as the sports car slammed on the gas, flying down the road like a bright red missile aimed straight at Jake. The gazelle’s face became one of horror and she yelled, “Look out!” \n\nShe quickly grabbed Jake’s arm and with strength and speed pulled him off the street through the still open window, the sports car flying past and skinning the side of the ice cream van where he’d been standing mere seconds later.\n\n\nThe gazelle quickly shut and locked the window before turning back to the scuffed up Jake, looking somewhat concerned, something that he couldn’t know was only an act…\n\n\nThe sudden, loud noise and the sight of an approaching vehicle racing right towards him, froze the cub to the spot, wide-eyed with terror before he was yanked off his feet and pulled inside the ice-cream truck. With a shrill gasp, he dropped both his ice-cream cone and the popsicle, his world shifting swiftly from a bright sunny day, to a dimly lit space where he’d landed on his back, panting in fear and trembling.\n\n\n“Wha--what happened?!” he cried in confusion, squirming beneath the gazelle who’d just saved his life. “Was I--were they--?” The retreating rumble of the sports car trailed away outside the ice-cream truck and gradually Jake’s racing heart slowed. “Y-y-you saved my life… They--they were gonna run me over!”\n\n\nThe gazelle smiled a bit and hushed him softly before saying, “It’s okay honey, you're still alive. Some people just don’t deserve their license…” \n\nShe rubbed his leg a bit, noticing a hefty bruise blooming on it from where he’d hit the rim of the van’s window as she’d yanked him in. She tutted softly and said, “I’m gonna take you to the doctor, they need to look at this to make sure you're still okay.” \n\nShe stood up and scooped out another thing of ice cream, a special treat for the cub. She put a little syrup on it, the syrup had been laced with a tasteless tranquilizer to make kidnapping the cub easier.\n\n\nShe handed it to Jake as hammering came on the window. She smiled and moved, addressing the concerned teachers, explaining that Jake was okay but that she’d be taking him to the doctor.” \n\nShe grinned as the relieved adults nodded in agreement and thanked the gazelle for saving the young cub. They praised her for her quick action in saving the boy and urged her to hurry to the hospital.\n\nThe gazelle smiled. Her boss would make sure these witnesses kept their mouths shut one way or another. With Jake in the back, she climbed into the driver seat and started the engine, driving away. As she turned the corner, she pulled out her radio and said over it quietly, “Sir, I’ve got him. Moving to the rendezvous point.”\n\n\nJake merely huffed in agreement when the gazelle commented on the terrible driving that had very nearly ended the cub’s life, but when she noticed a bruise on his leg, his attention immediately shifted focus to the dull, throbbing pain that he hadn’t acknowledged until now. With a whine, the buck retracted the injured limb and began rubbing and probing the spot. He winced several times as the full extent of the damager became obvious.\n\n\nIt wasn’t a severe bruise, but Jake was sensitive enough as it was. Already tears were threatening to well up in his eyes, but he stubbornly blinked them away while he listened to the ice-cream lady surmise the situation and take control of it. When she volunteered to take him to the hospital though, he opened his mouth to object. He still had classes to attend, one in which he had a test to write. The last thing he wanted was to be pulled out of school right now.\n\n\nUnfortunately, before he could speak, a fresh ice-cream cone with butterscotch syrup was placed in his paws. Then a banging on the side of the vehicle made him jump. The gazelle was quick to address the concerns of his teachers, swiftly explaining that she’d accompany him to the hospital. The present faculty seemed to agree, even congratulated the woman for her decisive action in saving his life.\n\n\nOnce she was finished with the teachers, the window was closed again and the gazelle returned to the driver’s seat of the ice-cream truck. Jake merely watched quietly and nervously as she turned the ignition and brought the vehicle to life. It rumbled beneath the cub’s rump before he worked his way onto his knees to steady himself. \n\nAs they pulled away from the curb though, he toppled backwards and nearly lost his ice-cream. He managed to catch himself on one of the big tubs of ice-cream, but the movement of the automobile made it hard for him to stay upright.\n\n\nGradually, Jake crawled on hands and knees towards the front, one paw still holding the cone as he halfheartedly sampled it with occasional licks. The syrup tasted a little weird, but the chocolate of the ice-cream masked it well enough, that he was well into devouring the treat by the time he wiggled in-between the two seats up front. Wedging himself there, he tried to counter the vehicle’s side-to-side lean as he looked up at the gazelle.\n\n\n“Do I really have t’go to the hospital? It--it’s not really that bad, Miss,” he explained. “It’s just a bruise. An’besides, I have to go back t’class soon.”\n\n\nThe gazelle had watched the boy eat his ice cream in the rear view mirror, smiling a bit to herself as he crawled to be next to her. Soon, the drug would take effect. She heard his question, wondering about why he needed to go to the hospital. She smiled and said, “I know it’s just a bruise, but the bone could be bruised too, and when those happen, it’ll hurt even more. Wouldn’t you rather have it taken care of now than having to go there again later?”\n\n\nShe reached down to rub Jake’s head gently before turning onto another road, heading out towards the warehouse district of the town. One could cut through here to get to the hospital if they wanted to, but it wasn’t needed. She grinned and said, “We’ll be there soon Jake, go ahead and rest a little, it’ll take a few minutes.” \n\nAs though to emphasize this, she slowed to a stop as she came up on a small construction site, a leopard standing there with a sign turned to the red stop sign. They could be here for a while.\n\nShe wanted Jake to fall asleep, or at least to doze off, she didn’t want to have to see him fight against his future owners when she finally reached the place where he’d be picked up by the others. She may be participating in this kidnapping, but she still didn’t want to see the cub hurt.\n\n\nFor a few seconds, Jake’s brow furrowed in thought. The woman had made a compelling argument, and certainly the cub didn’t want to see a needle-wielding doctor anymore often than he had to. So if he had to go to the hospital, he’d sooner get it over with a quick as possible. \n\nAt the very least, the gazelle made good company for the journey. She was kind and pretty, and most importantly had just saved him from certain death. If there was anyone he trusted to take him to a doctor right now, it had to be her.\n\n\nWhen she offered for him to rest, the buck nodded and lapped up another mouthful of ice-cream to melt in his mouth while he climbed into the passenger seat. Jake had been taught about vehicular safety, so rather than continue to bump around in the back, he buckled himself in and continued to eat his ice-cream. They’d come to a stop in front of some construction workers, giving Jake plenty of take to finish his frosty treat and chew his way through the cone.\n\n\nBy the time he popped the last piece into his mouth though, the rabbit had begun to feel incredibly drowsy. His eyes sagged heavily and he blinked with bleary eyes as he stared at the leopard with his stop-sign, waiting for what seemed like forever for it to change to the yellow, ‘slow’ sign. Eventually, the sign swung around to say slow, seeming to move in slow motion for Jake. He blinked, his senses dulled and his mind foggy. He fwlt so drained, so tired... \n\nFinally, he lost the strength to hold his head up, his chin dropping to his chest as he stared blearily down at his shorts, yawning hugely as he shuffled in his seat so he could lean against the window.\n\n\n“I’m tired…” he mumbled, “How much… longer till we get there?”\n\n\nThe gazelle smiled and said, “Very soon.” \nShe pulled up to a light, turning on the turn signal. She was deliberately taking paths to give the cub ample time to fall asleep. To help matters along, she reached out to him and gently rubbed the back of his neck and his shoulders with one hand, trying to lull him into a deep sleep. If he had had enough of his wits about him, he may have picked up on the fact that she was trying to lead him on and make him fall asleep.\n\n\nWhen she felt that he was close or nearly completely out, she turned onto another road and began to drive towards another section of this place. Soon, a nondescript black van came into view, with a large wolf standing there, reading a newspaper as he waited for the gazelle. As he spotted her, he sighed and folded up the newspaper, opening up the back of the van.\n\n\nAs the ice cream van pulled to a stop, the gazelle opened the door and slid out quietly. The wolf crossed his arms and said, “You’re late.” \n\nThe gazelle frowned and said, “I know, I just wanted him to fall asleep before we got here.”\n\nThe wolf rolled his eyes and said, “Look, we don’t need to be nice to him, its not what we are veing paid for, now where is he?” \nThe gazelle pointed to the passenger seat. She frowned and said, “Try not to wake him if he’s asleep.”\n\n\nThe wolf waved his hand at her in annoyance and moved to the passenger seat. Opening the door and reaching in to unbuckle the cub before sliding his hands under the buck and lifting him from the seat.\n\n\nThanks to the gazelle’s gentle ministrations while he laid against the passenger-side door, Jake had gone from dozing in and out, to outright slumbering for the remainder of their short journey. However, when the vehicle finally came to a stop, and the steady rumble of the engine which had helped him drift off to sleep, suddenly cut off, the buck roused just a little.\n\n\nHe opened his heavy eyelids ever so slightly, and lifted his head away from the door weakly, but his vision was blurry and his senses dulled. The rabbit’s bleary gaze eventually found the gazelle who’d be driving, outside the vehicle now and talking to a strange wolf. \n\nThe sight felt so out of place that he was certain he was dreaming and gradually started to nod off again. His hearing though, however muffled, continued to half-heartedly track the movements beyond the ice-cream truck’s cab.\n\n\nWhen the door right next to him opened suddenly, Jake stirred in instinctual panic as he nearly toppled out of his seat. The broad chest of the wolf from just moments prior stopped his descent before he could topple out. Never the less, the cub was perturbed after being jerked from his stupor. He didn’t even remember hearing the man approach, but now he was unbuckling Jake’s seatbelt.\n\n\nIt wasn’t until the wolf slipped his arms under him to lift him from the seat that Jake began to whine and squirm sleepily. He was still very weak and disoriented, trying to determine if he was still dreaming or not.\n\n\n“Wha… wha’s goin’on…?” he moaned, half-consciously. “Are… are we there already…?” Wriggling uncomfortably in the wolf’s arms, he tried to look up at the man, squinting in an attempt to bring his face in focus. “...Who’re you…?”\n\n\nThe gazelle smiled as she appeared beside the cub, rubbing his chest slowly as she said, “He’s a specialist. He’s gonna take good care of you.” She smiled and said, “Don’t worry, you’ll be okay.”\n\n\nThe wolf rolled his eyes and shouldered the gazelle away and moved to the black van, climbing inside and setting Jake down onto a little mattress in the back. Prey species could be such pansies at times... He moved over and grabbed some hand cuffs and clipped them onto Jake’s wrist and then to the bed.\n\n\nOnce he’d done that he climbed back out of the van and moved back to the gazelle. He crossed his arms and said, “Remember, you will keep your mouth shut, or I’ll be having a dinner of gazelle sometime.” He grinned and licked his lips. She shuddered and said, \"Don't worry, I'm not going to say anything. Just...make sure he gwts there safely.\" \n\nShe began to move back to the ice cream van and as she did the wolf called, \"Don't worry, I'll bring you your cut.\" The gazelle shuddered again at the thought, wiahing that anyone else would do that.\n\n\nVore or the hunt of others was long since banned, but that didn’t stop some sick individuals from doing it, whether he was joking or not, he still gave her the creeps. Once she was back in the ice cream van, she pulled away and disappeared into the city, leave the wolf alone with Jake. He shrugged and closed the black van before moving around to the driver side door and climbing inside. Turning the engine over, he trundled away, with his?precious cargo locked away in the back.\n\n\nThough he seemed outwardly satisfied by the gazelle’s answer to his question, something about the wolf didn’t feel right. Ignoring the fact that he was a wolf, the man hardly looked like a doctor, let alone a specialist, like the woman claimed. Jake didn’t really have the strength or wherewithal to argue though. As it was, he was struggling just to stay awake while he was carried towards a black blob that was the predator’s van.\n\n\nIt came into better focus as he was brought closer, but when he was carried into the rear of the vehicle, Jake began to squirm again. A distinct chill ran up his spine when he was placed on the mattress inside, the dim interior making it even harder to see for the sleepy cub. The softness of the bedding was helping to coax him back to sleep too, despite the faint, distant alarm bells ringing in his head.\n\n\nThis was wrong. Of that he was certain. Even before the handcuff clicked shut around his right wrist. With a protesting groan, Jake shifted around on the mattress to get a better view of the handcuffs now connecting him to the inner wall of the van. He tugged on it weakly, watching the wolf vacate the cramped space to speak with the gazelle.\n\n\nRolling onto his side awkwardly, Jake tried to peer out the rear of the vehicle, but when his vision failed him, he instead tried to listen to the wolf’s gruff, mumbling tone. He couldn’t make out any words though and shortly after, the doors closed with a startling slam that made him flinch. After that, his head dropped back into the mattress and he sighed softly, staring up at the ceiling of the van as the wolf climbed into the driver’s seat.\n\n\nThe engine rumbling to life threatened to lull him back to sleep, but before he drifted away again, he tugged on the handcuff around his wrist and grabbed the chain in his free paw to pull on it. He had no strength, and even less desire to resist whatever was happening right now. It felt like he was being kidnapped, but he couldn’t think clearly. And it didn’t make sense for the nice gazelle lady to associate with the shady wolf.\n\n\n“Where…? Are you… a doctor…? A-are we… going t’the… the hospital…?” he asked the driver sleepily, trying to raise his voice to be heard over the noise of the engine.\n\n\nThe wolf ignored the cub and kept on driving, eventually pulling onto the highway and heading on out of the city and out into the countryside. His destination was an old manor house, out in the rolling hills and sweeping plains?that exsisted beyond the city, far enough out that privacy was a non issue.\n\n\nThe whole trip took 30 minutes or so but finally, the wolf turned to go down a gravel road and eventually pulled into the driveway of a moderately sized, old manor house. He came to a stop in front of the house and cut off the engine, climbing out of the driver seat and heading around to the back and unlocking the door.\n\n\nHe reached inside and unlocked the handcuffs, picking the cub up and turning back towards the house. Before he could do so much as take as single step forward go any further, lithe fox stepped over towards the wolf, a wide smile on his face.\n\nThe fox was tall, standing only a few inches shorter than the imposing black wolf. He wore a fashionable black waistcoat with gold trim, under which he wore a long sleeved white button up shirt. His pants were also black in color and expensive looking. To complete the look, he carried with him a mahogony walking stick, polished to a mirror sheen with a solid gold grip at the top that his digits wrapped comfortably around.\n\nThe fox held out his arms and said, “I gotta say, that went quiet smoothly.” He smiled and cocked the cubs face towards him, looking the young bunny over a bit before saying, “The usual fee then?” The wolf smiled and said, “Of course.” The fox grinned and took the buck from the wolf and pulled out a substantial stack of cash from his waistcoat, handing it to the wolf, the deal made, the cub sold.\n\n\nAfter his queries had gone unanswered, Jake slept for the remainder of the journey, stirring only when the van struck the occasional pot-hole and made the whole chassis jostle. Every time though, he quickly drifted into slumber again. It wasn’t until the vehicle came to a stop that the cub was roused again by that missing vibration that had been lulling him to sleep. He opened one eye just a little as he listened to the wolf exit the vehicle and move around to the back to retrieve him.\n\n\nStill too weak to even struggle, Jake laid motionless while the handcuff was removed. The wolf then picked him up again, and proceeded to carry him somewhere. But he stopped almost as quickly as he’d started, and a new voice reached his twitching ears. The cub’s senses were still clouded by the tranquilizer in his system, but there was no mistaking the scent of ‘fox’. And when he felt fingers grabbing his face, both eyes fluttered open slightly, just enough to see the fuzzy visage of that which he feared most.\n\n\nHis reaction was entirely internal though, an intense panic that he couldn’t translate into his half-dead limbs, let alone express verbally. For all intents and purposes, he was still unconscious, or at least completely out of it as far as either man making their exchange could tell, but he still managed to writhe a little during the hand-off from one terrifying predator, to another. Beyond that, all he could do was moan softly in the fox’s arms, eyes closed and consciousness quickly fading again, despite the perceived danger.\n\n\nThe fox smiled as the wolf got back into the van, tucking the wad of cash into his back pocket. As the van trundled away, the fox smiled at his new slave and said, “Well now. Let’s head inside shall we?” His voice was mellow and strong, carrying an air of authority and comfort with it. He had a slight accent too, though from what it was impossible for the doped up buck to determine.\n\n\n\nThe fox turned and carried the young Jake back into his house, entering into a warm and cozy foyer, where he closed the door and moved away, heading up the stairs and eventually arriving at a comfortable bedroom. He set his cane, which was purely for show, against the wall and carried Jake to the bed, laying the cub out upon it. He didn’t know how deeply Jake’s fear of predators like himself was, but he wasn’t interested in eating the cub, he had far more nefarious ideas in mind for him.\n\n\nSnapping his fingers before the buck’s eyes to see how awake he was he eventually reached down and began to undress the bunny, sliding his hands up his belly and pulling his shirt off with relative ease. Once he’d done that, he loosened the drawstrings of the boy’s shorts and hooked his fingers into his underwear and shorts, pulling them both down as well until the young buck was lying completely naked on the bed. It was tempting for the fox to make use of Jake now, but he resisted, it was no fun if they couldn’t scream and resist him.\n\n\nJake remained unaware of his surroundings as he was carried indoors, only showing the smallest signs of life with the occasional twitching of his ears and nose. However, as soon as he was placed on the bed and assaulted with snapping noises right in front of his face, the buck’s face scrunched up in annoyance. He groaned softly and opened both eyes just enough to take in the blurry realm he’d been moved to, before they closed again.\n\n\nOn top of being so tired he could barely move, his head had begun to throb and he was reminded on the bruise on his leg as it pulsed in unison. Unfortunately, he was too weak to move, and too disoriented to stop the fox from disrobing him. He whined softly in protest though, bending his legs inward ever so slightly and trying to tense the muscles in his arms as bit by bit he was relieved of his clothing.\n\n\nHe lost track of events for a good few moments afterward, but the cooler air against his fuzzy little body told him that he hadn’t been dreaming. Jake began to blush with the realization that he was naked, but in his half-conscious stupor, the best he could do to alleviate his embarrassment, was to drag his uncooperative limbs over his chest and groin. He pinched his thighs together as much as he could too, but it was all for naught, as soon after he drifted back to sleep.\n\n\nThe fox watched Jake check out and then smiled, grabbing his arms and strapping them together in leather bondage straps so that he couldn’t use them to hide his decency as effectively. Once he’d done that, he took the boys clothes and threw them into the fireplace before moving back to the bed and tucking the cub in. After he had the boy nice and settled he picked up a small CD player from under the bed and set it on the nightstand beside the bed.\n\n\nHe hadn’t tried this before, but he was curious about how well it would work. He pulled out a CD from his pocket and put it into the player and pressed play. A soft, soothing sound came from the speakers that built into a seaside atmosphere, designed to keep the young bunny asleep. As the track played, his own voice came out of the speaker, speaking out to Jake in a smooth, soothing sort of way...\n\n\n“Hello young one...welcome to your new life. You are my slave...you aren’t going home, you aren’t free. You love cock and want to play with them. You want them to violate you, your holes are made to be broken. Your balls are made to be hurt, your cock is worthless and meant to be punished. I am your master, hear me...You want to be girly, you want to taste cum. You love the balls of real males, those stronger than you. You are meant only to be a slave...only to be used.”\n\nFrom here, the CD was set to repeat endlessly until turned off. He knew that minds were impressionable and that the sleeping mind was susceptible to outside influence, but this being new ground, he had no idea how or even what it would do to Jake. \n\nStill, he left it on and left the room, letting cub sleep off the tranquilizer, to inevitably wake up hours later. It was at least 6 hours later when Jake finally roused.\n\n\nGroggy and sore, the cub awoke grudgingly hours later to an odd melody playing nearby, with a man’s voice speaking overtop of the natural ambience. At first he couldn’t understand what was being said, or even who was speaking. For just a fleeting moment he thought it was his father speaking to him, but then clarity came to him bit by bit, and the words took on meaning. What he heard the voice saying to him though, chilled him to the core.\n\n\nWith a start, Jake lurched up into a sitting position, eyes wide and scanning the unfamiliar surroundings with fear. His breath caught in his throat when he realized he didn’t recognize anything in the room. \n\nThis wasn’t his bedroom. It wasn’t even his sister’s or his parents’. As his wandering gaze took in the lavish carpeting and expensive-looking furniture, his attention finally settled on the CD-player spewing the sick, disgusting mantra that he’d woken up to.\n\n\nJake’s brows promptly furrowed with indignation and he moved towards the nightstand with the intent of turning off the vile recording, noticing with a thrill of panic as he did so that his arms had been strapped together with rich looking black leather straps.\n\nHe strained his arms, trying to pull them apart, but it was no use, they wouldn’t budge no matter what. Whining, he shifted on the mattress and as the blanket fell away from his naked chest he gasped instantly with shock. Retreating back under the covers, he took one look beneath them and whined loudly in distress. He was naked. Completely naked.\n\n\nIn a growing panic, the rabbit searched the room for his clothing, but there was nothing but a low flame crackling in the fireplace nearby. Slowly the cub began to hyperventilate, his anxiety sky-rocketing as he struggled to remember the events leading up to waking up in this strange place. The harder he tried to recall what happened, the less he could recollect. Especially with that CD-player repeating itself like a broken record.\n\n\nEventually the bunny’s composure cracked and he threw himself at the device, fumbling it awkwardly with his strapped hands before seizing hold of it and chucking it across the room where it exploded into several pieces against the wall. The racket it made caused him to flinch, and then whip around nervously. Suddenly he was worried about the noise, expecting the owner of the CD-player to return. He needed to get out of here, somehow. Find someone who could take him back home.\n\n\nGrowing increasingly agitated, Jake took a deep breath and removed himself from the bed, dragging the sheets along with him until he uprooted them from under the mattress. He then trailed the whole mass behind him as he made a beeline for the bedroom door, tip-toeing as if he might not draw attention after breaking the CD-player. The second he reached the door, Jake grasped the knob and turned it ever so gently until it unlatched, then carefully swung it open to peek out into the hall.\n\n\nThe hall was dark, in fact, the whole house seemed to be dark. It was clearly very late, and his parents had to be so worried about him. Unknown to him, standing just in the shadows to his left, framed by the faint light of the hall window, was his master, the owner of the CD player and the voice that had been on it. He saw the cub, who’s bound hands were clenched to his chest, holding a bundle of sheets in front of him to try and hide his decency.\n\n\nWhen the cub stepped out into the hall and looked around, the fox waited until he was facing away from him before stepping forwards and slamming his open palm against Jake’s exposed ass cheek. He grabbed the buck’s scruff and hissed in a low voice, “Destroy my things will you! I guess I need to start teaching you a lesson!” He pulled on the cub’s scruff, practically dragging him back into the room he’d just come from.\n\n\nThe fox was not one to be trifled with, but also not totally unfair about everything, Jake had destroyed the CD-player rather than simply turning it off. The older male wouldn’t tolerate that kind of behavior. He tossed Jake onto the bed and fell on top of him, keeping his ass facing him as he began to violently spank the cub for what he had done. His hand rising up and swinging down with a firm crack against those young, firm cheeks again and again, filling the air with the cubs screams and fox's deep grunts.\n\n\nAlthough he caught the scent of the fox before he was attacked, Jake was no better prepared for the assault that followed. The slap to his rump made his yelp sharply, arching his back for the man to grab his scruff tightly. His ears quivered as the vulpine’s hot breath tickled the hairs, but it was what the predator was saying that really scared him.\n\n\nWhen he was suddenly yanked back into the room, the real panic set in. Jake immediately began to thrash and struggle as he was forced to stumble back towards the bed, fighting to free himself and at the same time crying out loud. He was scared beyond belief and confused. All he really understood was that a fox had him by the neck with a clear intent to cause him harm. And he wasn’t proven wrong in the least.\n\n\nAs soon as the male had him by the bed again, he was thrown, flailing, onto the bare mattress and pinned beneath the adult. Then, to his horror, the fox began to spank his naked rump. Each strike elicited a sharp, squealing yelp that made the buck’s entire body jump, and left his cheeks tingling and stinging with a painful burning sensation. And every smack that followed only doubled the intensity of that pain.\n\n\nIn just a few short moments, Jake was openly the sobbing and squirming beneath his assailant. He understood that the man was angry at him for breaking the CD-player, but it took him several attempts to stammer an apology.\n\n\n“Ah..! Ahm… I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he wept, tears and snot smearing into the fitted sheet that still clung to the mattress. His backside was aflame with agony, but the spanks kept coming. “Please, stop! Please! I’m sorry! I didn’mean t’break it!”\n\n\nThe fox growled and stopped his beating of the boy’s ass, he gripped the buck’s throat and said, “Don’t lie...you did mean to break it.” He slapped the boy’s balls, hard, several times, until they were as red as his ass was, the orbs unable to move out of the way from their awkward position between his legs, taking each hit square. When he finally finished he let go of the boy and said, “Now...I think that’s enough punishment for now.”\n\n\nHe rubbed his stinging hands together, smarting from the abuse he’d just dealt to the cub. As he looked at the young buck, he gripped the boys chin and turned his face towards him and said, “Now...who am I?” The CD should have made that clear to the boy, even while he was asleep. He wanted to hear only one word from the cub.\n\n\nAs he waited patiently for the boy to recover enough to answer him, he rubbed over his backside slowly. While it was meant to be a gentle touch to sooth his aching ass, he knew full well that the buck was going to freak out at finding the fox’s hand upon his buttock’s again.\n\n\nWhen the spanking finally stopped, Jake let out a shaky cry of relief, only to have it choked off by the fox’s paw grasping his throat. He stiffened in the man’s grip in anticipatory fear that was well placed as the low, growling tone of his abuser was accompanied by several unrestrained strikes to his tender little orbs. The cub shrieked with the first hit, but he lost his voice for the rest, instead jerking beneath the fox and grunting as his boyhood was made to hurt even more than his stinging backside.\n\n\nThe pain in his testicles didn’t go away either. Both of them continued to scream and throb, turning Jake into a whimpering, weeping mess as he wedged his bound paws between his thighs to cup the abused loins. The fox finally declared his punishment over, but the pain continued to torment the bunny well after the fact, making it difficult to comprehend the question that was posed in the aftermath.\n\n\nGingerly, Jake flopped onto his side on the bed, shrinking into a ball of pain and fear. He continued to cry relentlessly, face buried in the mattress until the fox forced him to meet that predatory gaze. Instantly, the tears stopped and the rabbit stared wide-eyed at the beast that had just beaten him, jaw trembling as he seemed to search that face for an answer. In light of what he’d just endured, Jake was drawing a blank at first.\n\n\nLuckily he was given some time to formulate a response, but before he even took the time to think it over, he stammered,” I--I… I don’t know…”\n\n\nOnly after did his tear-filled eyes find the broken CD-player on the other side of the room and made the connection. His sky-blue eyes lit up then, like he’d discovered the meaning of life in the wreckage of that device. He swallowed nervously and to moisten his throat, then eagerly offered up the answer he hoped would spare him further pain.\n\n\n“M-m-m-master…? Y-y-you’re my… m-master…?” he said with an upward inflection, like he wasn’t sure it was the right answer.\n\n\nThe fox grinned and pat Jake’s thigh gently and said, “Good...good boy. You got it exactly right. I am your master. You will address me as such.” He smiled and stroked across the small buck’s side, following the curve of his hips and rubbing his butt, to try and make the pain go away somewhat. The CD had at least given Jake a basic understanding of his role here, and that was something. Still there were many other things that he was willing to experiment with.\n\n\nHe smiled and said, “My name is Johnathan. You may call me Master or Master John. If you do a really good job, I may even allow you to call me John. But you’ll have to work very hard for that privilege.” He smiled and straightened up, pushing his pants down to the floor.\n\n\nHe wanted to truly break the little cub he’d paid for in, whether he liked it or not. He kept his underwear on and said, “You and I are going to play a little game... Here are the rules. The easier you take my treatment of you and accept it, the softer and gentler my treatment of you will be. The more you fight me, the more abusive I will become. Got it?”\n\n\nHe smiled and thrust his hips forward playfully before the buck, the bulge in his underwear very obvious. He was horny and it was plain to see. He rubbed the top of Jake’s head and said, “Come on...let’s get to it honey…”\n\n\nVisibly relieved that he’d given the correct answer, Jake’s focus took a sharp shift from the man’s face to the paw that was stroking along his naked body. That touch made his skin crawl, and made the tightly wound muscles beneath it tense with fear. He didn’t like it one bit, but he was too scared to object at this point. The vulpine was content for now, but his introduction had been a harrowing experience, and that first impression stuck.\n\n\nThe fox, who identified himself as Johnathan, was a bad man. That much was obvious. But Jake still didn’t know why he was here, or even where here was. And he didn’t even want to think about the things that had been mentioned on that CD-player. None of it sounded good, and almost all of it--what he’d understood at least--scared him deeply. If John had the capacity to be good, though, then the cub wasn’t inclined to get on his bad side again. Not after what had just happened.\n\n\nStill, the man expected Jake to call him Master. And on the CD he’d been called a slave. He understood enough about the two terms to grasp the danger he was in, and the role he was expected to play, but capacity in which he was meant to ‘serve’ continued to elude him. Right up until Johnathan stood up and dropped his pants, anyway.\n\n\n...Okay, no, he was still confused and even more frightened now. The bulge in the fox’s underpants seemed to only imply something terrible was going to happen, and as if to cement that belief as fact, John told him they were going to play a game. The way he said it sent chills up the cub’s spine, and the rules that followed only assured him that the man had a heinous agenda.\n\n\nWhen Johnathan asked for confirmation that Jake understood, he didn’t answer. Instead he just stared at the man’s bulge with growing anxiety. The fox then thrust his hips forward and the rabbit jumped as if he’d been bitten. Afterward a paw was placed on Jake’s head and immediately he lurched backwards on the bed, tugging at his bound wrists and even going so far as to try and chew through the leather.\n\n\nPanic had set in, and he backed away as far as he could on the bed, still trying to hide his nakedness from the fox and gnaw on his bondage at the same time. His gaze didn’t leave John once as he tried to free himself, ready to bolt at the first hint of the predator moving towards him.\n\n\nJohnathan stared at the cub, somewhat disbelieving by his behavior. There wasn’t much that the buck could do to stop his assault, but he had thought that after having been beaten, he’d have learned. Apparently not though. With a speedy lunge, he leapt at the bunny and grabbed his legs, dragging him back towards him. As soon as he could, he slapped the young buck across the face so hard that he almost snapped his incisors on the leather that Jake was desperately trying to chew through.\n\n\nGrabbing at the cub’s neck, he began to squeeze on it, resting his knee squarely on the buck’s balls as he growled out, “This is what you get for defying me! Pain!” He growled, his eyes wild and fierce. In his panicked defiance, Jake had triggered the very bad side that he had desperately wanted to avoid. It almost felt like the fox was going to murder him for what he had done, but after a few deep breaths, the fox’s grip relaxed.\n\n\nHe sighed and said, “Sorry. I got a little carried away. Now...do I need to hurt you, or are you going to cooperate? I promise you that I won’t hurt you if you give in to what I say.” It was true enough, the fox had a vicious temper that he worked to keep under control, and he didn’t want to kill his prize just because he lost his temper. He let go of Jake’s throat and said, “Now...calm down and do as I say.”\n\n\nHe rubbed the back of Jake’s neck gently, thinking that maybe he should get another tranquilizer to try and calm the buck down, at least a little bit. He waited to see if the buck would cool off enough to think clearly, and after a moment, he decided to try something. He pushed his underwear down with his free hand, his meaty, knotted cock springing free, fully erect. He stroked the shaft and bounced his balls in a seductive, enticing sort of way and said, “This is my cock and balls...remember?” \n\nHe nodded to the CD-player on the floor, indicating the mantra of degradation that had been playing on it. He wondered if perhaps some of the words would spark curiosity in the cub rather than fear, after all, he had been telling him that he would enjoy it over the recording.\n\n\nThe instant Jake saw the fox lunge for him, his instinctual response threw him to the foot of the bed in an attempt to get out of range. Unfortunately, he lost his balance and flopped on the mattress instead, giving Johnathan ample time to grab his flailing legs and yank him close enough to strike violently across the face. The slap hit him so hard that it made his head ring and his teeth ache, disorienting him sufficiently for a paw to clasp around his throat and for the man’s knee to crush his little, exposed sack to the point of mind-numbing pain.\n\n\nIt all happened so suddenly that Jake was still in shock, his entire body rigid with fear and pain as every breath came out ragged and strained. His chest heaved with each lungful of air while he stared wide-eyed at the furious vulpine. It quickly became hard to breathe and Jake was beginning to feel light-headed and dizzy before John finally released his throat and eased the pressure threatening to pop his little orbs.\n\n\nAs oxygen returned to his brain, so did his common sense. Where moments before it looked like the fox was going to strangle him to death, now the man had relaxed again. He apologized for his actions, but neglected to release his tight grip on the cub’s throat until after he’d gotten the assurance he was looking for that Jake would cooperate. All the buck did was nod as his answer, but it was enough, thankfully.\n\n\nOnce his neck was released, the bunny took as deep, shaky breath, shivering in the fox’s grasp. But he didn’t move. He didn’t kick or squirm or even so much as twitch the wrong way. However, the moment his captive scrotum was freed, both of Jake’s paws immediately cupped the bruised orbs. Fresh tears and the smallest whines under his breath were proof of the intense pain he was still struggling with.\n\n\nJohn’s paw began rubbing the back of Jake’s neck, as if it might remedy the abuse the cub had sustained, but he gave no hint as to whether it was helping or not. The eight-year-old rabbit just continued to lay there stiffly beneath the fox right up until the man pulled down his briefs to reveal his full erection. Only then did Jake’s gaze move from Johnathan’s face to the intimidating, knotted organ. He watched silently as the fox stroked it with his paw, and then made his own balls bounce.\n\n\nThen the prompt came, and Jake’s gaze returned to the fox’s face. He stared at John for a few moments, before looking down at his exposed genitals again. The buck was more than capable of putting two and two together, especially when John nodded towards the broken CD-player, but a considerable amount of doubt and anxiety lingered in the cub’s heart. He wasn’t certain he could do what he was told, especially if it involved that fox’s manhood in any way. But if he responded incorrectly, there was sure to be repercussions that he’d sooner avoid if he could.\n\n\nStill… it was difficult to come to grips with what Johnathan was demanding of him, if in fact he understood correctly what that was. Right now though, anything was better than more pain. His tender and aching testicles couldn’t take anymore abuse. So he had to try and cooperate as best he could.\n\n\nJake nodded slowly in answer to John’s question, swallowing the lump in his throat, before saying, “I… I remember…” The bunny was already starting to blush before the next words left his mouth, but he had to lower his gaze and break eye-contact in order to speak the dreadful words. “C… can I… p-play with them…?”\n\n\nJohn smiled and said, “Yes...you may, like a good little slave.” He grinned and rubbed the top of Jake’s head before helping him into a sitting position. He had watched as the young buck’s mind had worked over the pro’s and con’s of what was being asked of him. He could see the reluctance in the cub’s eyes but he knew that being hurt any more than he was now was far and away the LAST thing that he wanted.\n\n\nOnce Jake was in a sitting position, John smiled and bent over to kiss the boy on the head before straightening up and saying, “Now...be gentle, okay? You can roll my balls in your hands, you can massage them, but you can also kiss, lick, and suck on them too. You can also stroke my cock, lick and suck on it as well. When you suck on a male's shaft, keep your teeth away from the shaft at all times, do want any accidents do we?”\n\n\nHe grinned and reached down, undoing the straps still holding the young buck’s hands together, so that he could have the full use of them. He knew that the cub was unlikely to try and strike back at him now, and as such was willing to let him work unbound.\n\n\nBefore Jake could get started, John smiled and said, “If you do a really good job, I’ll get you some numbing cream and ice for your butt and balls, okay?” He smiled at him, wanting him to see that he wasn’t all bad.\n\n\nJake winced just a little bit when he was given ‘permission’ to do the last thing he wanted to do, but he couldn’t exactly refuse now. Besides, Johnathan’s mood had improved drastically now, and to upset that delicate balance between kind and ruthless, was to invite further abuse. For the moment at least, he was going to be given some semblance of control. The fox even unbound his wrists after instructing him how to go about ‘playing’ with his genitals.\n\n\nNow that he was sitting up, Jake was free to slouch with his head hung low in dreadful anticipation of the task that lay before him. His arms were free again and the fox loomed over him with a big grin on his face. He was pleased for the moment, but if the cub didn’t act right away, there was a chance that would change in a hurry, and that fear compelled him to submit himself to the degrading chore.\n\n\nJake certainly didn’t want any accident to happen, so he’d shook his head in response, but when John promised him something to treat his pain if he performed well, the buck sighed softly. Then nodded defeatedly. \n\nAfterward, he slowly looked up until his gaze was level with the vulpine’s large, knotted member. His snout wrinkled instinctively at the sight, but another shaky sigh relieved him of his dignity so he could grudgingly reach out with his freed paws.\n\n\nIn his left paw Jake grasped the hot, throbbing erection tentatively, hunching his shoulders as the warmth transferred into his fuzzy fingers. With his right, the buck cupped the fox’s saggy testicles. Of course, his hand was too small to capture both large orbs, so he awkwardly started to ‘roll’ them around, like Johnathan had explained to him. Stroking the shaft an easier task, but trying to juggle both at the same time led to some confusion in which he accidently squeezed one of the fox’s testes.\n\n\nHe didn’t realize his error until the man spoke up, making him jump and hunch his shoulders further with a hasty apology: “S-s-s-sorry…!”\n\n\nFor the moment he abandoned the scrotum, using both paws to grasp and stroke up and down the vulpine penis. His inexperience was obvious, as was his nervousness. He was afraid of making a mistake as much as he was afraid of not performing to the man’s expectations. \n\nAnd that fear inevitably lead to errors in his judgement. He grabbed too tightly with his paws, inadvertently digging his blunt claws in as he prepared to take the length into his maw, but he stopped short and his grip further constricted while he struggled to overcome the nausea rising up inside him.\n\n\nJohn stood patiently as Jake finally reached out to take a hold of his erection, moaning lightly as the soft, padded paws ran up and down the length of his shaft and tried to follow his instructions, but his lack of skill and nerves was very obvious. The buck couldn’t seem to divide his attention between the act of stroking his cock or playing with his balls, which eventually led to the boy squeezing one of his nuts a bit harder than he should have.\n\n\nThe fox had hissed in pain and sharply said, “Be careful please!” Which had immediately made the cub shrink away and switch to focusing on just his throbbing erection, instead. With both paws rubbing on it, it felt okay, but not what he had hoped for; Jake was so scared of angering him that he seemed to be afraid of applying any pressure at all.\n\n\nFinally, when the buck moved to take the shaft into his mouth, his fear and disgust got the better of him. He sat there, paws trembling nervously, his grip now nearly painfully tight, with those dull claws digging into his cock. He winced and then grabbed Jake’s wrists.\n\n\nPulling his hands off of his cock, he knelt down and reached out to cup Jake’s cheek, gently rubbing his thumb along the cub’s cheek as he said, “Shhh, it’s okay. Relax.” He ran his hands over the young male’s chest, neck, and face gently, trying to calm him down.\n\n\nEventually, he managed to say, “I know you’re scared Jake. I know that you don’t want to upset or anger me. But I also know that this is all completely new to you. You don’t even know the pleasures of your own body, let alone how to please mine.”\n\nHe smiled a bit, despite the flame of anger inside of him, beating the hell out of young Jake for every little mistake would yield no results. As this was the case, he needed to balance his cruelty with kindness as the situation dictated.\n\n\nHe took a few moments to patiently and kindly teach Jake about how hard to squeeze and how to keep his stubby claws retracted. To help him in this, he guided Jake’s hands to his shaft, manipulating them like a father teaching his child how to hold a pencil.\n\n\nSqueezing on the cub’s hand to give him an idea of the appropriate amount of force was one thing, but he also showed him how to stroke the shaft, to tug on the knot, to tease the tip with his palm or fingers. It was almost as though the boy were on automatic, being controlled by another.\n\n\nWhen he let go of his hands, the fox smiled and said, “For oral...I think I’ll do something special for you…” he reached into the nightstand and pulled out a series of small packets, special little sweets imported from japan specifically for oral sex. He pulled off one which was bright red and pulled the top of it off, squeezing a bit of fluid out onto his finger and letting Jake sample it.\n\n\nThe gel would taste just like a cherry jolly rancher candy and that would help to mask the flavor of his cock. He grinned and handed it Jake, saying, “When you go to suck my cock, put that on it. And if you need to, close your eyes before you start. It’ll be like sucking on candy...just don’t bite me, okay?”\n\n\nHe smiled and ruffled Jake’s furred head, a much different man than Jake had been introduced to; so kind and thoughtful. Jake's life rested in the hands of a male on a hair trigger, one who could be both the most violent man he’d ever known or one of the nicest, if perverted, males he’d ever known. It was humbling and frightening in a way, but at least he was helping Jake learn so he’d avoid mistakes, rather than beating the shit out of him without explaining.\n\n\nJake was still wrestling with his own internal conflict when the fox had suddenly grabbed his wrists and forced him to let go of the vulpine organ. He stiffened in fright and trembled as John crouched down to caress one side of his face. Despite flinching away from his touch at first, the buck ended up seeking comfort in that physical contact, even though it led to John running his paws all over him. His skin crawled and tingled wherever those fingers made tracks, but he tried his best to calm down. To relax, as he was instructed to.\n\n\nUnfortunately it was easier said than done. Johnathan probably didn’t know, but Jake was afraid of the fox for more reasons that just being kidnapped and forced to touch the grown-ups privates. Ever since he’d awoken, his sense of smell had been assaulted by that familiar and unwelcome predatory musk that permeated the air. The poor cub, with his abnormally sensitive instinctual response, had been on high alert the entire time.\n\n\nHaving witnessed the man’s incredibly short temper as well, Jake had every reason to fear him. And even though logic and common sense told him that cooperation was the safest route to take, his own overactive instincts kept threatening to override his higher functions. It had already happened once so far, and the rabbit’s crotch still throbbed with the memory of what that had led to. If he couldn’t control himself, it was going to happen again. And John would get mad again. And then…\n\n\nThe cub let out a small whine as he watched his paws return to the big, red penis, guided by the fox. Jake was completely unresponsive initially to the man’s efforts to show him how to properly fulfill his task. He just stared with his snout wrinkled and his expression sagging with apprehension and uncertainty while John manipulated his little hands and fingers. He didn’t like being manhandled like this, but he paid close attention to the lesson he was being taught, however gross it was to do so.\n\n\nWhen Johnathan finally let go of his paws, Jake retracted them immediately, wiping his palms on his bare chest, like he was trying to clean them, or simply rub off the feeling of the man’s throbbing erection. Either way he felt dirty and defiled. And the fox wasn’t finished yet. Next, he reached into the nearby drawer, offering a solution to the buck’s earlier apprehension in the form of a gel packet, which he provided a sample of on his fingertip.\n\n\nJake’s first thought was to scoop up the substance with his own finger, but before he could, John’s hand pulled away. With a small frown, the cub sighed and leaned forward to lick the gel off instead, which he was permitted to do quite readily. His timid little tongue was quick to lap up the substance, where he mulled it around in his mouth for a few seconds to gauge the taste. It was very sweet. An appealing flavor to be sure.\n\n\nHowever, according to his ‘master’, the purpose of it was to improve the experience of performing orally. The rabbit merely frowned deeper and sighed softly. His cheeks were flush with embarrassment, and his ears a hot, pink shade of shame as they lay slumped against his back. What last little bit of defiance he had right now, gradually faded as he accepted the packet and returned his attention to the task still pending.\n\n\nHe couldn’t help scrunching up under the fox’s paw as it ruffled the fur on his head, but at least for now he was left alone to complete his terrible deed. Naturally though, he put off the oral component for now, setting the packet aside and using both paws to grasp and massage the predator’s erection right at the knot, like he was shown. Gradually he worked his way up, and then down again, repeating the actions he’d observed and trying to add his own flair to it.\n\n\nWhenever he reached the tip on the penis, he used his palm and occasionally his fingers, to pinch and rub at the sensitive flesh.His shoulders remained firmly hunched the entire time, with his gaze intensely focused on the fox’s manhood, save for the occasional upward glance to make sure he wasn’t hurting John. Though, if the sounds he was making were anything to go by, he was actually doing a lot better this time.\n\n\nGradually, Jake’s confidence grew and his manipulations of the organ grew more complex and natural. Eventually he reached a point where his own curiosity led to him exploring not just the vulpine shaft, but the big, squishy testicles below. Though Johnathan hadn’t shown him how to treat them nicely, the ever-present aching of his own orbs ensured he didn’t dare squeeze too hard again as he rolled the hot scrotum around in his little paws.\n\n\nEverything about the fox’s manhood was so much bigger than his own. His small hands were dwarfed by the size, such that he required both just to cradle the man’s sack. He stopped at one point to stare at it, recalling what John had told him he could do with it. \n\nSeveral seconds of reluctance passed, but inevitably, he leaned forward and ducked his head under the man’s twitching erection to sniff at and timidly lick the fuzzy flesh. The smell was terrible by his standards, reeking of the fox’s musk, but breathing through his mouth spared him the worst of it, so it could lick and attempt to suckle on the wrinkly skin of John’s scrotum.\n\n\nHe was able to keep it up for about a minute, before he had to retreat and wipe his lips. The taste was unpleasant, but what bothered him most were the stray hairs that got in his mouth. He picked them out individually, making a face that suggested this wasn’t the first time he’d gotten a mouthful of hair. Once he was finished, the buck moved back to the main focus of his chore. This time he picked up the gel packet, sniffing at the opening to reaffirm that it had a pleasant smell.\n\n\nWhen his gaze returned to the throbbing erection, Jake sighed softly and grabbed it firmly with one paw, while the other squished the whole packet at once, ejecting the gel in a huge glob, all over the tip of the organ. Startled by the quantity, the buck whined and tried to catch it all with his paws so he could rub it all over the man’s penis. It was quite sloppy, and his efforts made a distinct, gloppy noise as he spread it up and down the shaft, all the way to the knot.\n\n\nOnce it was well lubed, he retracted one paw and sniffed it. It smelled sweet and tasty, and he couldn’t stop himself from lapping up the gel remnants from his palm. He would’ve been content to spend the next half-hour cleaning his goopy paws, but John pulled his arm away and forced him to refocus. Luckily, Jake was eager to oblige now that the man’s organ would taste just as good. There was only the smallest hesitation before he opened his tiny maw and lowered it over as much of the penis as he could.\n\n\nUnfortunately, Jake’s comfortable limit brought him just short of getting a third of the cherry flavored red rocket in. Then his mouth closed around it, his teeth resting lightly of the fleshy surface before he remembered to back them off. From there he began to suckle on it, his tongue lapping at the pulsing creature awkwardly.\n\n\nTo say that the fox was pleased by the turn of events with the buck's increase in confidence with his newfound knowledge was an understatement. The buck’s grip was firmer, his touch more agile and skilled; and it only improved as he began to experiment. The little pinches to his flesh made John moan even more, despite stinging a bit; he was a sadomasochist, so this little bit of pain was delightful to him.\n\n\nHe was even quite impressed when the cub managed to work up the courage to try and lick at his heavy balls, that small tongue dragging across the sack in long, lewd strokes. He grinned and massaged the young boy’s shoulders as a reward for his good behavior. He was being such a good boy and he praised him by saying so, deeply enjoying what Jake was doing. The fact that he was also well kept and clean had to be a big plus for the young cub.\n\n\nFinally, the moment came, as the bunny moved onto the task that he’d been truly waiting for. While pawjob’s were nice and all, they paled in comparison to the delightful heat and velvety feel of a young, hot mouth. \n\nThe buck squeezed the gel clumsily over his erection, getting a lot of it on his paws which he sat back to clean. The fox was willing to let him do this, until it stretched on into ridiculous territory. When the gel had all vanished, the cub kept licking his paws, chasing after the persistent taste that would continue to linger on his skin for the next hour or so.\n\n\nHe grabbed the buck’s paws and pulled them back to his cock, redirecting his attention to the task at hand. Though Jake was somewhat reluctant, it was nowhere near as bad as it had been. He didn’t even need to close his eyes to shield his senses from the cock he was about to take into his maw as he slid the throbbing erection into his mouth.\n\n\nThe fox gasped and moaned lewdly, rubbing the cub’s head as he said, “Ohhhh yes….that’s so good Jake….” He felt the young buck’s teeth, but he seemed to remember his earlier instructions before pulling his teeth away and beginning to suckle on his shaft. The pleasure was wondrous, but the cub could only get about a third of his cock into that tiny mouth of his. John’s eyes drifted towards the nightstand…\n\n\n\nHe had many more things still hidden inside it, one of which would help the cub perform deep throating. Before he just grabbed it though, he smiled and said, “You are doing very well...that feels so wonderful...but...little boys should be able to go deeper. I know you can’t do it very well right now, but it is possible to take my cock into your throat without hurting yourself. That would feel even better.”\n\n\nHe smiled and added on, “I have another little item in the nightstand which can help with that, make it a lot easier on you...if you are willing to try it.”\n\n\nAs put off as he was having another male’s penis in his mouth, the taste went a long way to ease him into the sexual act. However, though John’s moans and words of encouragement told him he was doing well, it also made him sick to his stomach just having to pleasure the man to spare himself another beating. What other choice did he have, though? The mantra from the CD was burned into his memory now, specifically the part that stated he would never go home.\n\n\nIf that was true, then all of his efforts to avoid abuse and further pain would be pointless. He could never leave, and should he ever find his way out of this house, he’d still be lost. There was no telling how far from home he was. And everything that had led up to this point was still a blur. \n\nThe only thing he could vaguely recall was a chocolate ice-cream cone, and a speeding sports car racing towards him. There was pretty face floating around in his memory too. A gazelle. But he got a distinctly negative impression of the woman he could barely remember.\n\n\nThe fact he couldn’t properly recall how he got here was worrisome enough. But if he tried to escape and failed… Jake was certain the punishment would be much harsher. Assuming Johnathan didn’t just kill him instead. That was always a lingering possibility, especially after seeing that look in the fox’s angry eyes while he was being kneed in the groin. He’d almost be willing to do anything to never see that feral glare again.\n\n\nUnfortunately, just as that thought passed through his head, John stirred and spoke up. At first he was offering more praise, however then he said ‘but’, and Jake shrank inward a little, slipping off the man’s now slimy but still sweet-tasting member. He looked up at the fox with a big, uneasy frown upon hearing that he should be able to go ‘deeper’. \n\nJust thinking about it made his throat clench involuntarily. The cub rubbed his neck nervously and followed John’s gaze as he mentioned the nightstand, in which hid something that would supposedly make the task easier.\n\n\nWhether that was true or not, the buck didn’t want to suck on that fleshy rod anymore than he had to, let alone try to take more of it into his tiny maw. There was just no way it would fit without making him choke and gag. He was certain of it.\n\n\n“D… do I have to?” he asked timidly, dropping his gaze and hunching his shoulders again. It took a lot of nerve just to say those words, mostly because he dreaded what the answer might be.\n\n\nJohnathan looked at him and after a moment he sighed a bit and said, “You are going to be taught how to do it eventually Jake. There will be others who will be doing this with you eventually, and when they come to do that, they will expect you to know how to perform a wide range of sexual pleasures. If you’re worried about gagging, don’t be, that’s what the little item I mentioned prevents. It’s a spray that numbs your uvula and throat enough to stop your gag reflex and limit any discomfort you may have from taking a cock into your throat.”\n\n\nHe smiled and rubbed the top of Jake’s head gently, smiling down at him before saying, “See, I’m not trying to set you up on this. The last thing I want you doing is vomitting all over the floor or my front.” \nHe pat the buck’s head playfully and said, “So, we can do it now, while you are learning oral sex, or we can do it later. I leave it to you to decide.”\n\n\nHe reached into the drawer and produced the spray. It had a medicinal taste to it that he found revolting, but it did work. He’d used it himself before when he had felt pretty submissive one day and had sucked down an entire horse cock. It had touched into his belly before he finally felt some discomfort. Combined with the cherry flavor in the buck’s mouth, maybe it would taste more like cough syrup rather than pure bitter herbs.\n\n\nThough he flinched involuntarily when Johnathan pet him, Jake was grateful that the fox didn’t get angry. If anything, he sounded more annoyed. Maybe a little exasperated. Like a father trying to teach his son how to do something that was necessary but not enjoyable. He hated it. John was not his father. They weren’t related. They weren’t even the same species. John was a predator, a kidnapper and a molester. And the things he was saying brought tears to the cub’s eyes.\n\n\nA particular word had caught Jake’s full attention, making his ears perk right up in shock. But he didn’t say anything right away. His eyes had widened, and the tears were free to trickle down his cheeks as he trembled, though he continued to listen to the fox carry on with his reassurances. None of it really mattered now, however, in light of what had been stated before. Even after John had finished, the cub was still struggling to wrap his brain around that casual factoid he’d been given; like it was no big news.\n\n\nAfter the decision was left up to him to make, whether he would accept the medical spray so he could learn another depraved act, Jake hung his head, racked with inner turmoil. He glanced at the little spray bottle that the fox had set on the nightstand for a few long moments, then shook his head.\n\n\n“I… I don’wanna do it right now,” he said finally, tensing just a little in anticipation of another potential outburst from the predator. When it didn’t come though, Jake’s attention immediately shifted to the new, and pressing concern that had been brought to light. He waited just a few seconds, until John was ready for him to resume his task, then he blurted out his fears.\n\n\n“Y-you said ‘others’ before... W-w-what others were you talking about? And… and… w-why do I have to… why to do I have to do stuff with them too? I don’want to, I don’t! Please don’t make me, John…”\n\n\nJohnathan was a bit disappointed that Jake turned down the offer to learn deep-throating now, but he had fairly offered him the choice, so he calmly put the bottle back into the nightstand, accepting the cub’s decision. After a few moments though, he bounced his cock before the boy to get him to go back to what he was doing, but then Jake just exploded with all of his mounting fears and worries.\n\n\nThe fox frowned, making a mental note to put on another CD for tonight while Jake slept to help deal with these issues. While he enjoyed full on raping his little “friends” some of his clients, even some of his predator clients, came for the company of a little cub and hated when they fought so much. \n\nJake was terrified of predators, whether by natural instinct or by cultural influence, he didn’t know, but both could be suppressed or reversed with proper conditioning, though instinct would take significantly longer to overcome.\n\n\nHe sighed as Jake blurted out his name and reached down, very gently slapping Jake on the cheek. It was wasn’t nearly hard enough to hurt the cub, but it would definitely get his attention. He pointed his finger at the boy and said, “You get one freebie for using my name Jake, but remember, until I say otherwise, it’s Master or Master John, you may not use my name alone unless I say so.”\n\n\nAfter a moment, he tapped his foot and said, “I run a harem business Jake, one that deals exclusively in cubs, such as yourself. People from all over the come to my various establishments to pay to have sex with little boys and girls like you. People from the city, who know my real business will come here, pay me money, and then get an hour to spend with you. During which time you will do what they say and pleasure them. There will be both predators and non-predators, but they have their own rules that they have to follow. They must wash themselves beforehand, they can’t take pictures or record video, and they can’t hurt you any more than I allow, which doesn’t usually go beyond a light spanking.”\n\n\nHe saw the panic rising in Jake’s eyes and he forestalled him by saying, “Nothing at all what I did to you Jake, in fact, in comparison, it’ll be practically pleasant. They also cannot attempt to take you with them or eat you. I actually will make them ‘disappear’ if they try. Think of it as a club that people pay to get into to have fun with you, while I look after you and keep you safe.”\n\n\nHe smiled reassuringly, but he knew full well that that last part about a predator attempting to eat him was going to stick the most and possibly make him have a panic attack. He was ready in that event…\n\n\nWhen the fox slapped him for saying his name with prefacing it with ‘master’, Jake jumped and yelped like he’d been struck much harder than he had been. Truthfully though, it hadn’t hurt so much as startled him. He’d completely forgotten about the man’s preference for being referred to as his Master, but it made the buck blush at the thought of doing so. Still frowning, he brought a paw to his cheek and rubbed it, like it was stinging after a violent strike.\n\n\nHe kept it there as the fox started into a long-winded and increasingly devastating explanation that raised just as many questions as it answered, and left Jake dumbstruck with disbelief. The rabbit couldn’t believe his ears. John’s claim that he ran a sex business, horrifying as it was, was overshadowed by his break-down of the process by which random strangers would pay money to spend time with Jake, during which the man described in detail what would happen, and what would be expected of him.\n\n\nJake’s jaw hung open in utter anguish, fresh tears welling up in his eyes as the true nature of his captivity was revealed. The fact that John’s ‘clients’ had to follow rules too hardly mattered when what they were allowed to do was arguably just as bad, if not worse. But then… then the fox told him something he’d never forget. It was supposed to be reassuring, probably; some sort of light at the end of the tunnel. But all Jake got from the whole speel, were the words ‘predator’ and ‘eat’. Two of his biggest triggers.\n\n\nAll of sudden the bunny began to hyperventilate, his chest heaving drastically and yet not drawing in nearly enough air. Eyes wide and shedding tears, his gaze wandered around the room frantically, his body trembling on the verge of leaping into action to escape this impossible nightmare. He started to shake his head, mouthing the word ‘no’ over and over, but only feverish squeaks came out.\n\n\nJohn may have promised to deal swiftly with anyone who tried to eat him, but the fact that it was even necessary had made the buck’s heart do backflip into his throat, where he choke on it in growing panic. Eventually he found his voice, but when he did, he also found the strength to move again. And with that, all common sense went out the window. It was fight or flight, and right now he was looking for somewhere to go in favor of tussling with the fox.\n\n\n“N… no! No, I don’t want to,” he cried, violently throwing himself to one side and struggling frantically to keep John from grabbing and securing his limbs as he tried to worm past him to reach the door. He needed to run, to get away. To hide. “I don’wanna have sex with strangers! Please! L-let me go! S-stop!” \n\nHe sobbed loudly and fought the stronger male. “Please, I just wanna go home! I--I want my mommy and daddy!”\n\n\nThe fox had seen Jake’s predictable reaction coming from a mile away and cursed his own stupidity for having run off at the mouth the way he had. He was an honest male, despite his perverse interests and violent behavior, one could even say that honesty was one of his redeeming qualities. However, that did mean that he created more of these situations than he’d care to admit.\n\n\nAs the cub’s eyes clouded instantly with pure, unbridled panic, Johnathan was ready to make a grab for the boy when he made to flee. He misjudged the direction at first and the buck slipped past him, screaming about wanting to go home and wanting his parents. \n\nThe fox swore softly and pulled open the nightstand, reaching inside and turning his hand upwards to feel along the roof of the drawer. His fingers touched what he was looking for and he pulled out a syringe with a mild tranquilizer contained inside.\n\n\nIt was nowhere near as powerful as the one used to bring him here, but it would do what he wanted which would be to force the majority of the fear back out of the cub by making him relax and calm down. Clenching it in his teeth, he bodily tackled the buck to the floor, wrapping a strong arm around the boy to hold him still. The cub’s fighting was immensely frantic, as though terrified that he was going to die any second now.\n\n\nQuickly, the male pulled the cap off the syringe and stabbed it into the young male, injecting its contents. After tossing the needle away once it was empty, he held the boy firm, hushing him gently and assuring him that it was alright. He was so well practiced with this that it showed just how many times the young charges he “took care of” had been pushed into panic attacks.\n\n\nIn such a blind flurry of panic, Jake had lost sight of everything else but that door. His only escape from this terrible fate. And he fought so desperately to reach it, kicking and screaming and sobbing. Had he the presence of mind he might've tried to bite the assailant keeping him from his goal, but everything happened in just a matter of seconds.\n\n\nHe continued to struggle right up until something sharp was stabbed into his left thigh. The painful sting made him squeal in terror and fight even harder despite being pressed uncomfortably against the floor and firmly restrained by the fox. The needle was in and out quickly but the pain lingered and drove the breathless cub to burst into tears.\n\n\nThere was no escaping now, with John's strong arms restricting his movements, but Jake's panic continued unfiltered for several more long moments, all while the fox tried to calm him. Eventually though, the tranquilizer began to course through his body, weakening the rabbit's limbs and sapping the energy from him.\n\n\nPanting heavily, Jake gradually began to relax, the fear ebbing away in gentle waves as terror was replaced by sadness. Whimpering and screaming became strictly sobbing and his struggling was reduced to half-hearted writhing. Bit by bit the urge to resist faded and exhaustion took over. In really no time at all, Jake became docile again, wheezing and whining softly as he went limp in John's arms.\n\n\n“Please… please, I just… I wanna go home…” he moaned in-between breaths.\n\n\nThe fox hushed the boy softly and picked him up off the floor, carrying him back to the bed. He knew that this boy would be the hardest or at least one of the hardest he had yet taken in to repurpose. He was now a little flaccid from the effort of stopping the boy, feeling a little let down as well that he had ruined it all with his big mouth. He looked at Jake as the boy lay on the bed and he said, “I’m sorry I frightened you.”\n\n\nHe did mean it. His big mouth had pushed all the wrong buttons and sent the buck into a flying panic, the fault was entirely his own. He looked down at his cock and after a moment he said, “Jake, finish what you started, and then I’ll let you sleep, okay?” He couldn’t really afford to give the buck time to adjust as the bunny would no doubt want. If he was going to make any progress breaking the boy down, he needed to keep the pressure on.\n\n\nHe was tempted to just penetrate Jake, save him the effort of having to work up the nerve to put the fox’s penis back into his mouth, but he’d save anal sex for later. Instead, he bounced his flagging cock and said, “Come on, finish it up Jake.”\n\n\nNow that the tranquilizer was in full effect, the poor buck put up no resistance whatsoever as he was picked up and returned to the bed. His limbs flopped on the mattress uselessly as he laid where he was placed, chest still heaving while he caught his breath. \n\nEventually he quieted down, staring up at the ceiling to avoid making eye contact with the fox standing beside him. John apologized for upsetting him, but the sincerity in his voice just sounded hollow to the cub. Sure he might’ve been sorry about that, but he wasn’t sorry about the kidnapping, or the abuse.\n\n\nAnd he certainly wasn’t sorry about the grim future he had planned for Jake. In fact, once the eight-year-old had settled into the soft bed with the intent to stay there and do nothing, Johnathan spoke up again, drawing a scowling gaze from the bunny as he focused on the fox’s face, and then, grudgingly, the droopy erection still seeking attention. By now Jake was too tired to really argue, but he couldn’t help letting out a small, miserable whine when his ‘master’ repeated the request.\n\n\nOf course, Jake doubted the man meant it only as as suggestion. Still, rolling onto his side was a struggle in his drugged state, but he managed it relatively quickly. He hugged his legs together and tucked them in to hide his privates, then covered his face with one arm to hide his shame. \n\nEventually his free arm slid across the mattress and blindly searched for the organ, grabbing a hold of it once it was in range. He didn’t want to watch this time, and he certainly hoped John wouldn’t expect him to perform orally again.\n\n\nUnfortunately, not looking made it harder to jerk up and down the length of the vulpine member, and only using one paw complicated things further too. But he made no move to remedy the issue, keeping his face hidden while he tried half-heartedly to pleasure his… master.\n\n\nThe fox watched as the cub halfheartedly moved into position, very clearly wanting to do nothing to pleasure the male who stood above him. The buck kept his face hidden and fumbled around for his shaft, which because it was flagging nearly caused the bunny to hit him in the balls while looking for it. He scowled as the buck then began to roughly tug on his shaft, trying to one handedly pleasure his fading erection and only succeeding into causing him discomfort.\n\n\nFinally, Johnathan growled in annoyance and snapped, “Oy! Sit up and do it right or I’ll really make use of that throat of yours now!” He grabbed the buck’s hand and pushed it away, almost feeling like a cramp was about to happen in his cock from the halfhearted, pathetic attempt at pleasure the bunny had been doing.\n\n\nHe crossed his arms as he waited for Jake to comply and he said in no uncertain way, “Don’t you dare hide your body from me. You move your arm away from your crotch and let me see what I like and do what you were meant to do properly, you got me?!”\n\n\nJake had honestly thought he was doing okay, right up until the fox growled in frustration and barked at him angrily. The startling noise would’ve made the cub jump in surprise if he weren’t feeling so drained, but he still managed to shrink inward on himself in response, shivering as a sign of submission after his paw was swatted away. Letting out a small whine, the buck began to move, reluctantly.\n\n\nAs if taking his time, he gradually worked himself up into a sitting position, head down and teary-eyed gaze focused on the fox’s penis. While he settled onto his rump, Jake continued to cover his privates, keeping his thighs pressed together and letting both legs hang off the edge of the bed. He would’ve been content to resume with just one paw, but before he even had a chance to reach out to grasp the vulpine organ, the indignant fox ordered him specifically to uncover himself.\n\n\nAnother whine followed the demand as the cub trembled on the verge of crying again. He managed to swallow the rising lump in his throat and hold back his tears, but there was no mistaking just how enthusiastic he was about the whole ordeal. It was clear that his master was beginning to get angry again, though. And an angry fox was a dangerous fox.\n\n\nAt the very least, Jake’s natural instincts were presently muddled by the injection he’d been given, but it was entirely temporary. Fortunately, the buck didn’t waste anymore time after defeatedly removing the paw he had resting in his lap. He kept his thighs closed though, to obscure as much of his little sheath as he could while he wrapped his fuzzy mitts around the softening erection again.\n\n\nThis time, the rabbit put more effort into stroking up and down Johnathan’s shaft, staring at it bleakly until his touch rejuvenated the male’s libido. He could feel the organ swelling beneath his paws, hardening and throbbing with greater intensity the longer he worked. Eventually, without being prompty, Jake leaned forward to take the length into his little muzzle again, licking the hot flesh gently as first before suckling as fervently as he had previously.\n\n\nAs he slowly began to bob his head up and down, tears trickled down his cheeks. By now his eyelids were red and puffy from crying so much, and he stopped occasionally to wipe them and sniffled to clear his nostrils. He didn’t say a word the entire time, too wrapped up in his own grief to really register if he was making John happy or just more angry.\n\n\nJohn was only initially annoyed by the cub’s slight disobedience to his instructions to not hide himself. While he had complied with his hand, he still was doing his best to save his decency with his fur and thighs. As Jake began to suck him off, he lifted a foot and pushed the male’s legs apart. Jake would get the idea of showing of and flaunting his body sooner or later.\n\nFortunately for the young boy, his actions were very pleasing to the fox. His erection had returned from the pawjob and now was being teased and pleasure by that oh so soft tongue and the determined, yet somehow delicate suckling that Jake was giving him.\n\n\nHe was about to lewdly say that he loved watching little boy’s cry around his cock while sucking it, to give him permission to do so, but then the wounded cub did it anyway, soon starting to weep around his shaft, the shaft that would be the first in his life, one of many.\n\n\nJohnathan rubbed Jake’s head and neck slowly, moaning lewdly as the crying cub sucked him off, he was so blissful now, his anger was melting away under the pleasure of it all. He could feel his precum oozing out into Jake’s mouth and he grinned before saying, “Ooo, I’m getting close Jakey...I’m gonna give you a nice big mouthful of cum…You’d better swallow it…”\n\n\nHe would honestly be very impressed if Jake did succeed in swallowing his first load of cum, even some of the nursing cub’s that he’d played with in the past couldn’t swallow the thick, semi salty cum of a male. He chuckled at those memories and began to gently hump back and forth in Jake’s little maw, making the most of the little bit of room in it he had available to him.\n\n\nTime seemed to pass by in a hazy blur for Jake, the rhythm of lifting and lowering his head becoming monotonous and hypnotic. At some point he’d switched to auto-pilot, repeating the same gestures and motions with his fingers and tongue based on which actions garnered the most appreciation from the fox he was forced to pleasure. As he did so, he grew less adventurous, and less creative with his efforts.\n\n\nLuckily, Johnathan either didn’t notice or didn’t care, as he robotically suckled and flicked his tongue across the tip of the fox’s member, and used both paws to squeeze and stimulate the underside of the swelling knot at its base. Nearly ten minutes passed from the moment he started, till the moment John made his announcement that he was close to climax.\n\n\nThe sound of his voice alone was enough to wake the rabbit from his mindless task, and with the return of his faculties, came his sense of taste. And unfortunately by now, the vulpine organ had begun oozing a foul-tasting fluid into his maw. The instant he recognized its presence, Jake whined and wrinkled his snout in disgust, but he didn’t stop. For now the remaining gel on the fox’s shaft helped to counteract the bitterness, however Johnathan had promised more was to come, and expected the cub to swallow it.\n\n\nIn worried protest, the buck whimpered again and looked up at John, tears still streaming from his eyes as he searched for some semblance of sympathy from his master. All he got instead, were gentle thrusts overriding his stalling efforts to suckle, such that the fox was practically doing all the work now.\n\n\nJohnathan moaned lewdly, over and over repeating words like, “Yeah…” and “So close…” He grinned down at his plaything, for that’s all Jake was at this point, his little slave meant only for pleasuring him. He had noticed the flagging quality of Jake’s efforts to experiment to please him, falling into the trappings of doing the one set of things that seemed to work, rather than mixing and matching to make the best of it all.\n\n\nJake’s whining and whimpering were what put him on the edge. The cub had stopped sucking, had practically stopped his squeezing. He didn’t want that vulpine seed in him, no matter what. In a way, it was a form of degradation that the young buck would not be able to fully recover from if he ever were able to go back to a normal life. You could argue that being taught oral sex could fall into practical sex ed...but this?\n\n\nBeing seeded by a predator, one who had kidnapped him, one who intended to do more to him in the future, it was far more than just simple lessons on sex, it was more than just having fun with the boy. It was an attempt to break and remold him.\n\n\nJohnathan hissed and panted hard, fighting every urge he had to just plow the boy’s throat as hard as he could. Inevitably, he gripped Jake’s head and let out a strained growl as he finally, and somewhat suddenly came, his first rope of seed bursting into Jake’s mouth, the fox’s hands making sure, inadvertently, that his head didn’t go anywhere.\n\n\nWith his whimpering pleas were ignored, Jake lost all hope of being spared the finale. Unfortunately, he didn’t really know what to expect when the grunting, moaning fox grabbed his head and thrust into his muzzle in one last bid to get the most out of his orgasm. To the buck’s utter horror, what followed was a nauseating rush of hot, salty fluid spraying into his mouth, instantly triggering his gag reflex and causing him to choke on the bitter load. His cheeks quickly puffed out from the pressure and semen began to leak around the failing seal that was his lips around the canid shaft as he let out a startled, revolted yelp.\n\n\nInstinctively, Jake tried to pull away so he didn’t drown on the awful substance, but he met resistance in the form of John’s paws, which still firmly held him place while subsequent loads of seed pumped into his full mouth. It didn’t stay there long though, as the gagging triggered a coughing fit that he couldn’t stop. Semen proceeded to flood his sinuses until it squirted out his nostrils, and most of what remained spilled around his bottom jaw in-between gurgling squeals as the buck writhed with both paws firmly pushing against Johnathan’s thighs.\n\n\nWhat little of the fox’s spunk actually stayed in his mouth, was involuntarily swallowed during the struggle, but he barely noticed in the heat of the moment. All he cared about was not drowning, and freeing himself from the seemingly endless flow of bitter seed. He didn’t even react to all excess that poured down his chest and splattered into his lap, where his legs had been forced open so that his privates could be soaked in semen.\n\n\nJake didn’t stop trying to break free once, but he wasn’t permitted to until John has finished, and only them was he able to tear himself away with a loud, choking sob. Covered in cum and gasping for air, the cub crawled to the opposite side of the bed, dry-gagging as if he were actively trying to vomit. Instead, some spittle came up, and then he flopped onto his belly, panting and whining as he curled into a ball of shame and hiding his face once more.\n\n\nWithout a doubt, the cub was traumatized. He was ashamed and humiliated, and he stank of the fox’s musk so much that it overwhelmed his senses. And if Johnathan was to believed, this was only the beginning of his new, terrible existence.\n\n\nThe fox was panting heavily, still coming down from his orgasmic high. That was the kind of orgasm that he enjoyed, powerful and pent up. He took a deep breath and rubbed his belly a bit, noticing as he did so the abnormal amount of cum on his belly.\n\n\nHe looked down and saw his seed all over the floor, the bed, his flagging cock, his belly, and as he follow the trail of cum, all over Jake too. He frowned a bit and chastised Jake a little by saying, “You should have swallowed it Jake.”\n\n\nHe sighed shakily, feeling a bit sympathetic for him. He knew what it was like to have cum forced through the sinuses due to volume, though in his case, it had been an elephant who had mistaken him as the cub he’d paid for to play with.\n\n\nHe shuddered a bit and walked towards the wall opposite the bed and said, “Jake, look at me.” When he had Jake’s attention, he lifted on a hidden latch in the wall’s decorative lining and a hidden door opened, revealing a full private bathroom inside, complete with an expensive massaging bathtub, a shower with a cushioned bench and a sink with mirror and all the things he needed to clean himself up.\n\n\nThe fox smiled and said, “Go on. Get cleaned up. I’ll get this room cleaned up and get your bed ready, then you can get some rest. Okay?” He’d mellowed out significantly, so much so that if it weren't for his cum covered nude appearance and his dripping cock, he could have passed as a friend of his dad’s.\n\n\nJohnathan’s post-coital comment was the last thing Jake wanted to hear right now. As if he’d had been given the choice to swallow or not. The buck hadn’t even been certain what it was at first, but his first assumption had been that it was pee. From there, the response was involuntary and automatic. He had to eject it somehow. And though his sinuses burned like they were coated in napalm, and it hurt to breathe, it was still better than willingly ingesting the wolf’s urine.\n\n\nAfter the fact however, the cub had been able to better assess what had happened. When he explored his own naked chest, he found big globs of sticky, stringy semen, matting his fur and assaulting his already raging sinuses with the fox’s strong musk. He’d only just noticed the mess had spread right down to his little sheath and sac when John called for him. Compelled to obey, he peeked through the protective shield he’d made with his arms.\n\n\nHe spotted the fox right away, but he’d crossed the room to the other side, where a latch was lifted to reveal a secret room, built right into the wall. Eyes widening in awe, the buck sat up and stared into the ornate bathroom that had been revealed, like some mechanism from a fantasy castle. For the moment, his pain and misery was forgotten in favor of curiosity and adventure.\n\n\nAs he pored over all the fancy, expensive appliances in the private bathroom, John spoke, offering its facilities to the rabbit so he could get clean. It was a temptation Jake simply couldn’t refuse, especially after discovering just how messy he’d gotten. Even his wariness of the fox didn’t stop him as he slid gingerly to the edge of the bed and onto his feet. He padded slowly across the room, taking his time to examine the room beyond while still keeping an eye on the predator.\n\n\nNot that he expected the man to hurt him again for the time being. In fact Johnathan seemed to be quite elated following his orgasm, and made no move for the rabbit as he inched into range, then out of range again. He still eyed the fox the entire way, but once he was inside the bathroom, it was like an invisible barrier had been raised where the door should’ve been, and he dropped his guard like the heavy burden it was.\n\n\nCuriosity took over and the bunny made a beeline for the bathtub, appreciating its visual appeal before leaning over the rim to fiddle with the knobs. As he did so, he noticed a digital component to the large basin. It was a touch-screen control panel for all of the bathtub’s unique functions, like it’s jets. But it also controlled the water’s temperature through a single faucet, which Jake turned on and set to his preferred warmth. He was smiling the entire time, amazed by the technology and its intuitive nature.\n\n\nThe water kicked on and began to fill the tub with a loud racket that drowned out any noises beyond the bathroom, so Jake looked back to watch John through the open doorway, to make sure he was still safe and to occupy his mind while the water level rose.\n\n\nThe fox smiled as the cub moved into the bathroom, now more than ever showing his young, innocent nature. When he bent over to begin to fill the tub, John took advantage of it to appreciate the cub’s exposed ass and tender, slightly bruised balls. He chuckled a bit as the buck looked back at him and he waved playfully, at the boy before shutting the door for him.\n\n\nOnce the door was shut, he quickly moved about to clean up the room, scrubbing away his cum from the bed, the floor, and himself. Once he did all that, he moved back to his room and got out his recording equipment, taking a few moments to record a new CD for the boy to address his fears, his worries, and to reinforce his place in the world. When he finished and burned the CD, he put it in his pocket and left the room.\n\n\nHe went and collected new bedding for the cub’s bed as well as an immensely sturdy industrial radio/CD player. Jake would have no hope of breaking this one. He finally got a bowl of pasta from his dinner in the kitchen, completely meatless, and returned to the bedroom. He pushed the radio out of sight under the bed, made the bed, and then sat on the edge of it, waiting for Jake to come back out again.\n\nAs soon as the unusual doorway had been closed, leaving Jake to himself in the bathroom, the last of his anxiety and uneasiness vanished in an instant. Finally he felt safe again and could relax for real. And the first thing he did was race towards the toilet, flipping up the lid and gingerly plopping himself down over the bowl. He might not have said anything, but ever since he’d woken up, the buck had to go pee.\n\nSeveral times back there, he was so terrified he was certain he’d piss himself, and it was only sheer luck that he hadn’t. So by now, he had a full bladder to empty and he did so with immense relief. When he’d finished, he reached between his legs to flick his little sheath dry. In doing so though, he accidently slapped it against his tender orbs, causing him to yelp, and then frown. With a growing sense of worry, he spread his thighs and examined he aching testes, checking their sensitivity and determining nothing more than that they hurt a lot, still. Maybe the water would make them feel better.\n\nAfter hopping off the toilet, he flushed and put the seat down, like he’d been taught. Then he returned to the bathtub, turning the faucet off in a hurry upon seeing the water level nearing the danger level. Before climbing in, the bunny retrieved a towel from the linen closet and placed it nearby within reach. All that was left then was to step into the water… And goodness was it warm and inviting. His legs practically buckled under him as he lowered himself into the tub, letting out a long, soft sigh of relief.\n\nMinutes passed by like seconds as Jake melted under the intense warmth cocooning every inch of his body, save for his head and ears, but even the latter gradually drooped beneath the surface. And when he dared to try out the water jet feature, time lost all meaning whatsoever. Inevitably, it led to Jake far overstaying his welcome in the bathroom as half-an-hour became an hour and one hour threatened to become two. In all that time, he only spent a few minutes cleaning the scum from his fur. The rest went into turning the usually tense, wired bunny into putty.\n\nAfter a few more moment’s, a gentle prod came on the buck’s chest to get his attention. The fox had come in to check on him, genuinely worried that maybe something had happened to him. When the cub jolted in surprise at being prodded the fox relaxed and said, “Oh good, you’re ok.” He smiled and rubbed The buck’s wet head and said, “You’ve been here almost two hours. Come on, I’ve had to reheat your dinner several times now.”\n\nHe moved to grab the towel, shaking it open and holding it open for the cub to climb into and dry himself off. The fox was dressed once again, smiling down at him pleasantly.\n\n\nWhen he was roused so abruptly from his dozing, Jake felt a momentary surge of adrenaline, confused and frightened until he remembered where he was, and who had disturbed him. Unfortunately, the fox was the last thing he wanted to see at that moment. By now the tranquilizer’s effects were beginning to fade, but it maintained enough control to keep the buck from having another outburst. Instead, he just sighed shakily.\n\n“Y… you startled me,” he mumbled softly, reaching for the touch-screen to turn off the jets while Johnathan acquired his towel. He hesitated to leave the safety and warmth of his bath though, peering over the rim of the tub at the fox and the green wall of fabric he waggled invitingly at him. “Two hours… it didn’t feel that long. Wait… did you say dinner?”\n\nSuddenly the rabbit’s ears perked up, flicking stray water droplets about as he sat up attentively. His empty stomach grumbled at the mere thought of food, and it was more than enough encouragement to draw Jake from his bathwater. He took his time climbing out though, trying not to look like he was shying away from the fox’s watchful and no doubt lustful gaze. He eventually touched down on the bath mat and had no other means to stall, so with a tiny sigh, he turned around to face John and padded into range of his spread arms. With a sharp inhale, he forced himself to turn his back, essentially putting a predator out of his visual range. It was more difficult to do than he let on, but it was even harder to keep his arms at his sides the whole time.\n\nHe knew what would come next. He’d done this same routine with his father countless times in the past. This time however was very different. Jake didn’t mind having Lewis dry him with a towel, but he was family and fellow prey. Johnathan was neither of those.\n\nThe fox could sense how tense the buck was just being near him, so he quickly dried the young male off. While he did, he whispered, “You don’t need to be so afraid of me. Would things really be any different if I were a horse instead? The same things would be happening to you regardless, so what's the point in fearing me because I’m a fox?”\n\nHe finished toweling off the boy’s head and then folded the towel, hanging it up before grabbing the boy’s hand gently and leading him from the room. In the time it had taken Jake to bathe, Johnathan had radically improved the simple meal. Adding cheese, a small sliced apple, homemade sweet bread with fresh butter, on top of the pleasant pasta that he’d been reheating. He even had included a small strawberry milkshake, which was sitting in a thing of ice to keep it from melting.\n\nJohnathan smiled and pat the bed for Jake to sit on it, smiling as he picked up the tray full of food the likes of which he was certain the young cub had never expected to receive from his kidnapper.\n\nAs grateful as he was that the fox didn’t take another longer to dry him than he had to, Jake didn’t want to hold John’s hand. He wasn’t exactly given a choice, but he tugged on his arm several times before giving in and trailing behind the predator as he was led back into the bedroom. The moment he passed through the threshold, his little nose began to twitch, nostrils flaring to breathe in the rich aroma wafting through the room.\n\nBefore they had even reached the bed, Jake was already searching the area with his eyes to find the source of what smelled to him like a vegetarian’s delight. He stopped though when the fox patted a spot on the bed, indicating for the cub to take a seat there. Breathing in slowly, he contemplated it for a long moment while Johnathan let go of his paw to retrieve the tray of food. The instant he saw that spread, he made up his mind.\n\nWithout further hesitation, he took his seat on the bed, ears raised high and nose aquiver with anticipation. Every second wasted not eating was making him hungrier, and John took forever to bring it close enough for him to safely dig in. Mostly, he waited impatiently for permission to do so, and the second he got it, he snatched up several apple slices and practically inhaled them through his scissor-like incisors. He moaned in pleasure for entirely a different reason than the fox had earlier. He was starving.\n\nOnce he was finished with his handful, Jake went straight for the strawberry milkshake, both to wash down the apples and to clear his palette of certain unpleasant flavors that still lingered. He guzzled a third of the glass, and even as he was setting it back down, he was reaching for a slice of bread to use as a makeshift scoop for the cheesy pasta. He was downright ravenous, but undeniably grateful, moaning between every mouthful and huffing for air.\n\nThe fox smiled as the bunny tore through the food he’d provided. Rabbit’s were no stranger to him. He’d broken in young buck’s and doe’s before Jake and besides them, he had a few friends among their kind. They ate often, due to an abnormally high metabolism, so Johnathan was more than ready for it.\n\nBut even so, he couldn’t help but be a little manipulative about his meals. While cow’s typically were accepted to donate breast milk for consumer products, such as cheese, due to their incredibly high natural production, it was far more uncommon for any other species to do the same.\n\nIt just so happened that the milk provided for this cheese had come from a vixen. He chuckled a bit and couldn’t help but ask, “How is it? The cheese good? Like the bread? I made it myself.” He figured a bit of nice conversation couldn’t hurt to relax the boy, though he doubted he’d get a clear answer out of him.\n\nJake had been a mindless eating machine right up until Johnathan made himself known again by speaking. Then his eating slowed drastically and eventually came to a pause as he looked up at the fox still looming over him while he enjoyed his meal. His brows furrowed slightly, then sagged, and eventually he answered, “I’th good.”\n\nHe still had a mouthful of food, which he promptly swallowed and slowly returned to eating. This time he was far less enthusiastic about it, but he continued to devour his dinner steadily, determined not to leave a single scrap behind. Now that he was fully aware of the fox’s presence though, his instincts were on alert, and his guard, as well as his hackles, had risen in defense. It was all automatic. He couldn’t have stopped it if he’d tried. And Johnathan ignorantly assumed it was by choice.\n\nThough he wasn’t looking to have a conversation with his kidnapper, he had the growing urge to enlighten him to his plight. And eventually, while he was spooning a piece of bread and some pasta into his mouth, he found the courage to do it.\n\n“I cann...” he started to say, before he stopped to swallow and speak more clearly, “I can’t help it, y’know… b-being scared, I mean…”\n\nThe fox sighed and said, “Instinct’s are pretty powerful huh? You aren’t the first one I’ve met who feels that way.” He smiled and said, “Believe it or not, it is possible to override and calm those instinctive fears. I used to be terrified of bloodhounds, but I got over it. Since then, I’ve had several of them as friends and partners.”\n\nHe rubbed the top of Jake’s head and waited patiently for him to finish eating. It took a little while longer, but eventually, there was nothing else on his plate he could delay matters with anymore. When all the food was gone, Johnathan took the tray back from him and wiped his mouth gently with a napkin before saying, “Those fears are mostly irrational Jake, a holdover from our days in the wild. I’m not like those animals of old.”\n\nHe smiled and turned to take the tray away, telling Jake to get ready for bed, as he had a long day ahead tomorrow. With that, he disappeared through the door to head for the kitchen, closing and locking it behind him. He’d be back though...he still had one more thing he needed to do before he went to bed.\n\nAt first, Jake perked up when John seemed to acknowledge his condition, but as he continued on, his ears gradually started to droop, along with his expression. That line of reasoning was all too familiar to the buck. Probably because he’d heard in a million times, by teachers, bullies and fellow classmates. It was the catch-all reply for someone who didn’t understand his genetic disorder. He wanted to correct the fox, but by the time he’d finished, the moment of confidence had passed.\n\nSulking quietly, he returned to his meal until nothing remained. Not even the juices that stained the dishes were left, since he’d fastidiously licked every surface to prolong his meal. Unfortunately, it was a losing battle, and eventually the tray way taken away. He flinched recoiled slightly when the napkin was used to wipe his face, bewildered by the uncharacteristically paternal gesture. The words that followed however made the buck scowl again. He promptly huffed indignantly and crossed his arms.\n\nUnder his breath he muttered, “I know that!”\n\nLooking away, he scowled at his newly made bed while the fox whisked the tray away with parting instructions and a worrying reminder. After the door had closed behind him, it clicked suspiciously and Jake scowl turned into an anxious frown. Was he just locked in? Did he lock the door? Jumping to his feet, the rabbit shuffled to the other side of the room, grasping the handle lightly and jiggling it carefully to test it. He whined when it failed to turn.\n\nBacking away, the buck then searched for the nearest window, checking each of the three for any sort of latch or mechanism by which he could open them. But all of them were designed not to open. And even if they had been, there was no way he’d get through the steel mesh just beyond the glass. His hopes for escape were crushed before they even had a chance. This was the first time he’d been alone in this room since waking up, and there was nothing he could do but… exactly what he was told to do.\n\nJake let out a defeated sigh and trudged back to his bed. Plopping down on it, he flopped onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. He was lost. Hopelessly lost. No way home. Just like the mantra said. Who was he to argue.\n\nTaking a deep breath, Jake sat up again, propped up on his arms for a moment before hopping down from the bed to pull back the covers. At least he could have some semblance of protection in the form of a blanket, if he was no longer going to be allowed to have clothes. He’d have to ask about that… The buck yawned and climbed into the bed again, gently slipping beneath the sheets and kicking them closer so he could pull them over his naked body. Then he flopped onto the pillow with a huff and greeted the ceiling again.\n\nHe hadn’t realized just how tired he was until now, but his eyelids were already beginning to grow heavy, and his thoughts gradually scattered into obscurity. It wasn’t instantaneous, but in a matter of minutes, Jake had drifted off into a light slumber and was snoozing away shortly after that.\n\nAs the young boy finally drifted to sleep, the plan of the fox would be put into action. After an hour or so, a small camera lowered from the ceiling, the same one he would use when Jake was working to ensure his clients were behaving themselves. The cub seemed to be asleep, but he wasn’t sure how deep of a sleeper he actually was. He gave it another hour before he finally acted.\n\nSliding out of his office chair, he made his way out of his office and back up the stairs to the bedrooms, heading down the hall towards the room that Jake slept in. With all the stealth he could muster, he gently unlocked the door and peered inside, spotting the cub still asleep in his bed, the fox’s golden eyes seeming to glow in the dim light.\n\nHe slid into the room and shut the door, making his way over towards the bed and kneeling down, reaching under the bed to grab the bulky, but extremely durable radio/Cd-player combo he’d put there earlier. Setting it on the nightstand, being careful not to knock the lamp over, he turned the volume down to nothing and plugged it in.\n\nTurning the device on, he switched it over to the CD-player and put the new CD into it, closing the lid and slowly turning up the volume. He repeated pushed the back button when the sound started to come through the speakers, adjusting the volume until it was loud enough to be heard, but not so loud as to awaken the sleeping cub.\n\nThe fox even put his head under the blankets, just to confirm that he could still hear it with his head covered, though muffled, the words were still distinct. He set the CD to loop for 8 hours, so that it wouldn’t bother the cub when he woke up...hopefully, and then hit the play button after once again restarting the CD.\n\nHe smiled as the soft natural sounds began to roll from the speakers, the sounds of a forest, something that would capture the cub’s feral instinct prone mind and increase his attentiveness. He bent down and kissed the buck softly before leaving as quietly as he’d entered, locking the door behind him.\n\nSoon enough though, his mellow, accented voice came over the stereo, not unlike a night time DJ, talking to his audience, but instead of the words typically heard by DJ’s, of encouragement and hope, his words were poison, meant for a different purpose entirely.\n\n“Hello there Jake...your Master commands you to listen and learn. You are where you belong, your life is meant only to pleasure other males. You are not afraid of Predators, predators are strong, they can protect you, keep you safe. You are not meant to be a boy, boy’s are strong, you are weak. You are a girly boy, you butt is meant only to be used and abused. Your balls are worthless, they deserve to be beaten and popped. You want your cock beaten and abused, you want your balls tortured and broken. The pain is good, you like it. It makes you horny. You deserve to be spanked, you are a worthless little slave who pretends to be a boy. You love cum, it’s so tasty and rewarding. You crave having cock in your butt and mouth. Your throat is meant to be used. You want to wear girly clothes, you want to dress slutty. You won’t fear being eaten, Master will keep you safe. Predators are good and will protect you…”\n\nThe recording looped back here, repeating the mantra again, drilling into Jake’s ears the words that his active mind would easily fight and resist. The words that degraded his place as a male, made him less than he was. Words that tried to encourage the buck to want his balls popped and his cock tortured, words that assured him that he was safe around predators.\n\nThere was no guarantee that this would truly stick within his mind, but with 8 hours of the mantra being played to him, there was a solid chance that it was going to affect him in some way and Johnathan was eager to see how...", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The sun shined brightly on the warm, Spring afternoon as Jake, a small, white-haired rabbit with black-tipped ears, sat under a big, shady oak tree, nose buried in a book. The eight-year-old cub was dressed in his usual, breezy attire consisting of a simple pair of black shorts with a white stripe on either flank and white draw-strings fastened into a neat little bow, and a pale green t-shirt with a picture of his favorite cartoon character, Super Bunny, on the front.


Presently the image of the superhero was distorted beyond recognition as he leaned over his book, bright blue irises scanning the pages with keen interest. Next to him laid his book-bag, with several notebooks and a sketch-pad inside. Normally he’d be observing the playground and doodling, but he’d found a new novel series in the library that was just above his reading level, and he’d since been binge-reading them whenever he could.


So naturally, when Jake and his friends were let out of class for their last recess break of the day, he made a beeline for his favorite tree to read. Today was such a nice day, too. A firm but gentle breeze blew in from the south, swooping into the enormous crater that made up all of Springwood Valley, in which laid the rural town named after its famous waterfall. It stirred the tree branches overhead and washed over his fine, soft fur with little, tickling tendrils.


Nothing could ruined his blissful mood as he absorbed himself in the intense mystery novel he was reading, except maybe if one of the usual bullies made an appearance to pick on him. But so far they’d left him alone today for the most part. The only notable encounter had him being pushed against his locker as one of the older boys walked by. Him and his buddies laughed it off, but they hadn’t bothered him since, and only two classes remained. So the chances of another run-in with them was slim.


Still, he had to be wary at all times, and made a note to scan the playground occasionally, just to make sure the other students playing there maintained their distance. So long as they did, he was safe.


Unbeknownst to the little buck, a pair of watchful eyes were fixed squarely upon him. A few blocks away, nestled in the bucket of a bucket truck--which was raised up to seemingly allow it’s occupant to work on the local power lines--was a orange and cream furred fox, dressed in a heavy set of work clothes. He had a small binocular lense set in one of his eyes and was looking out over to the local school, watching the young cub sitting in the yard.


He’d been tracking him for months now, so young, so vibrant, so full of life. The cub was intoxicating to him…He grinned and pulled up his radio and called over it quietly, “Is everything ready?”

A few moments later a voice came back over it and said, “Yes sir, Police are occupied and the truck is standing by.”

The fox grinned and closed the power box on the pole he was beside, clicking the button on the radio before saying, “Then get to it then. Bring him to the usual place once you have him.”

He clipped the radio back onto his belt and lowered himself back down to the ground, climbing back out of the bucket and taking his hard hat off as he climbed back into the truck. The driver, a large ape, grunted as the door snapped shut and he pulled away, driving off down the road…


Meanwhile, back at the school…


As Jake sat in the yard, enjoying his book, a large ice cream truck pulled up, it’s loud speaker playing a musical tone to hail all of the children in the yard. The side panel opened and a curvy gazelle stuck her head out and hollered, “Ice cream! Free Ice cream! Come and get something to make your spring day even better!”

She smiled, looking sweet and genuine in her offer of free treats, a crowd of cubs and teachers rapidly assembling around the truck, clamoring for the chance at free ice cream.

When the distant call for free ice-cream rang out, both of Jake’s ears perked up immediately. He hesitated to pull his focus away from his book though, continuing to read hurriedly until he found a good stopping point. The second he did, he shoved a bookmark between the pages and closed the book, head rising eagerly to spot the truck and all the cubs running towards it. Immediately his bright blue eyes widened with growing excitement and a big smile spread across his face.


He’d never seen the local ice-cream truck offering free treats before. This had to be a one in a million opportunity, and the young buck wasn’t going to let it slip away. Not even the long line forming beside the vehicle was going to deter him. However, he was still hesitant, and took his time packing away his book and checking to make sure everything inside his book-bag was accounted for.


Then, slowly at first, Jake rose to his feet, propping himself up against the big oak tree as he watched his fellow classmates getting their cold, sweet treats one by one. Eventually, the rabbit could stand by no longer and started to make the trek across the grassy field, picking up the pace as the line-up of other cubs began to gradually shrink. He grudgingly entered into the milling group of students, picking his way through the crowd before he finally reached the dwindling queue.


By the time he arrived, half the student body and even a few of the faculty, had acquired their free ice-creams, and only a few cubs remained, waiting for theirs. Impatiently, Jake shifted his balance between one foot and the other, standing on his toes to peer over the other students’ heads while they made their orders. His urgency was partly because of the bustling flock of bodies, but mostly he worried he would be too late.


Sooner than he expected, the way before him became clear and Jake shouldered his book-bag and rushed to the side of the truck, rising up onto his toes again to peer inside where he’d seen the pretty gazelle lady.


“I-is there anymore? A-am I too late?” he asked the gloomy interior of the vehicle.

The gazelle lady leaned out through the window and said, “Of course I still have some more! I’ve got enough ice cream for two schools!”

She laughed sweetly and said, “Come around to the other window I gotta reach in and grab the ice cream from the other freezer.” She smiled and closed the window facing the yard, opening the window facing the road.


As she did this, a sporty red car pulled up at the end of the road, far enough away that it would be out of sight of most casual observers. She looked down the road towards it and the driver nodded at her, reving the engine slightly. She nodded, her smile slipping slightly, she knew the plan, but a lot could go wrong with it...

As soon as she handed Jake a certain kind of ice cream, the car would make it’s move... What if she wasn't fast enough? She sighed, no point worrying about it now. Now all she needed now was for the child to come away from the dwindling crowd of students and teachers.


Jake perked up immediately when the woman reassured him that there was plenty of ice-cream remaining, but he frowned a little when she told him to come around to the other side. It didn’t make any sense, since everyone else had been served from this side of the truck. The famished cub wasn’t about to argue though. He did however look back over his shoulder at students and teachers alike, ear drooping uncertainly.


With a small sigh, the buck resigned himself to the task. The gazelle had already closed the window in this side, so if he wanted his own snack to enjoy, he really had no choice. So without further thought, Jake padded around the rear of the vehicle, adjusting the book-bag on his shoulder. As he moved to the other side, another car in the distance revved its engine. It drew the rabbit’s attention for only a few moments before he rounded the ice-cream truck and came up on on the opposite side.


Smile returning, Jake raced over to the open window, where the lady was waiting for him. He promptly stood up on his toes again, beaming as he browsed the list of tasty treats that were normally exchanged for money. He hardly needed to browse though. He knew exactly what he wanted right now.


“Hey! Um… c-could I get a chocolate ice-cream?”


The gazelle smiled and said, “Of course! Let me get it for you.” She opened the freezer to begin to scoop up the ice cream that he had asked for. After a moment she smiled and handed Jake a sweet sugar cone piled high with chocolate ice cream. Before he could move away though she said, “Hold on, I have something extra special for you.” She reached down and pulled up a cartoony fox shaped ice pop, cherry flavored and a popular local favorite. While she had given this out to other kids, none of them had gotten it while on this side of the road.

Once he’d gotten his ice-cream, Jake was ready to leave right away, but the gazelle promised him something special. Curiosity made him stay long enough to see her pull out another frozen treat, but after he reached out to accept it, he realized what the molded shape was supposed to be. Of course, by then he already held the popsicle in his other paw, but he nearly dropped the fox-themed abomination on the spot.


“Oh! Uhm… th-thanks, I guess,” he said awkwardly.


He didn’t want to be rude, but he couldn’t help reacting negatively. The lady wouldn’t have known about his aversion to predators like foxes and wolves, so he didn’t blame her.

She grinned and after a moment the sound of tires squealing filled the air as the sports car slammed on the gas, flying down the road like a bright red missile aimed straight at Jake. The gazelle’s face became one of horror and she yelled, “Look out!”

She quickly grabbed Jake’s arm and with strength and speed pulled him off the street through the still open window, the sports car flying past and skinning the side of the ice cream van where he’d been standing mere seconds later.


The gazelle quickly shut and locked the window before turning back to the scuffed up Jake, looking somewhat concerned, something that he couldn’t know was only an act…


The sudden, loud noise and the sight of an approaching vehicle racing right towards him, froze the cub to the spot, wide-eyed with terror before he was yanked off his feet and pulled inside the ice-cream truck. With a shrill gasp, he dropped both his ice-cream cone and the popsicle, his world shifting swiftly from a bright sunny day, to a dimly lit space where he’d landed on his back, panting in fear and trembling.


“Wha--what happened?!” he cried in confusion, squirming beneath the gazelle who’d just saved his life. “Was I--were they--?” The retreating rumble of the sports car trailed away outside the ice-cream truck and gradually Jake’s racing heart slowed. “Y-y-you saved my life… They--they were gonna run me over!”


The gazelle smiled a bit and hushed him softly before saying, “It’s okay honey, you're still alive. Some people just don’t deserve their license…”

She rubbed his leg a bit, noticing a hefty bruise blooming on it from where he’d hit the rim of the van’s window as she’d yanked him in. She tutted softly and said, “I’m gonna take you to the doctor, they need to look at this to make sure you're still okay.”

She stood up and scooped out another thing of ice cream, a special treat for the cub. She put a little syrup on it, the syrup had been laced with a tasteless tranquilizer to make kidnapping the cub easier.


She handed it to Jake as hammering came on the window. She smiled and moved, addressing the concerned teachers, explaining that Jake was okay but that she’d be taking him to the doctor.”

She grinned as the relieved adults nodded in agreement and thanked the gazelle for saving the young cub. They praised her for her quick action in saving the boy and urged her to hurry to the hospital.

The gazelle smiled. Her boss would make sure these witnesses kept their mouths shut one way or another. With Jake in the back, she climbed into the driver seat and started the engine, driving away. As she turned the corner, she pulled out her radio and said over it quietly, “Sir, I’ve got him. Moving to the rendezvous point.”


Jake merely huffed in agreement when the gazelle commented on the terrible driving that had very nearly ended the cub’s life, but when she noticed a bruise on his leg, his attention immediately shifted focus to the dull, throbbing pain that he hadn’t acknowledged until now. With a whine, the buck retracted the injured limb and began rubbing and probing the spot. He winced several times as the full extent of the damager became obvious.


It wasn’t a severe bruise, but Jake was sensitive enough as it was. Already tears were threatening to well up in his eyes, but he stubbornly blinked them away while he listened to the ice-cream lady surmise the situation and take control of it. When she volunteered to take him to the hospital though, he opened his mouth to object. He still had classes to attend, one in which he had a test to write. The last thing he wanted was to be pulled out of school right now.


Unfortunately, before he could speak, a fresh ice-cream cone with butterscotch syrup was placed in his paws. Then a banging on the side of the vehicle made him jump. The gazelle was quick to address the concerns of his teachers, swiftly explaining that she’d accompany him to the hospital. The present faculty seemed to agree, even congratulated the woman for her decisive action in saving his life.


Once she was finished with the teachers, the window was closed again and the gazelle returned to the driver’s seat of the ice-cream truck. Jake merely watched quietly and nervously as she turned the ignition and brought the vehicle to life. It rumbled beneath the cub’s rump before he worked his way onto his knees to steady himself.

As they pulled away from the curb though, he toppled backwards and nearly lost his ice-cream. He managed to catch himself on one of the big tubs of ice-cream, but the movement of the automobile made it hard for him to stay upright.


Gradually, Jake crawled on hands and knees towards the front, one paw still holding the cone as he halfheartedly sampled it with occasional licks. The syrup tasted a little weird, but the chocolate of the ice-cream masked it well enough, that he was well into devouring the treat by the time he wiggled in-between the two seats up front. Wedging himself there, he tried to counter the vehicle’s side-to-side lean as he looked up at the gazelle.


“Do I really have t’go to the hospital? It--it’s not really that bad, Miss,” he explained. “It’s just a bruise. An’besides, I have to go back t’class soon.”


The gazelle had watched the boy eat his ice cream in the rear view mirror, smiling a bit to herself as he crawled to be next to her. Soon, the drug would take effect. She heard his question, wondering about why he needed to go to the hospital. She smiled and said, “I know it’s just a bruise, but the bone could be bruised too, and when those happen, it’ll hurt even more. Wouldn’t you rather have it taken care of now than having to go there again later?”


She reached down to rub Jake’s head gently before turning onto another road, heading out towards the warehouse district of the town. One could cut through here to get to the hospital if they wanted to, but it wasn’t needed. She grinned and said, “We’ll be there soon Jake, go ahead and rest a little, it’ll take a few minutes.”

As though to emphasize this, she slowed to a stop as she came up on a small construction site, a leopard standing there with a sign turned to the red stop sign. They could be here for a while.

She wanted Jake to fall asleep, or at least to doze off, she didn’t want to have to see him fight against his future owners when she finally reached the place where he’d be picked up by the others. She may be participating in this kidnapping, but she still didn’t want to see the cub hurt.


For a few seconds, Jake’s brow furrowed in thought. The woman had made a compelling argument, and certainly the cub didn’t want to see a needle-wielding doctor anymore often than he had to. So if he had to go to the hospital, he’d sooner get it over with a quick as possible.

At the very least, the gazelle made good company for the journey. She was kind and pretty, and most importantly had just saved him from certain death. If there was anyone he trusted to take him to a doctor right now, it had to be her.


When she offered for him to rest, the buck nodded and lapped up another mouthful of ice-cream to melt in his mouth while he climbed into the passenger seat. Jake had been taught about vehicular safety, so rather than continue to bump around in the back, he buckled himself in and continued to eat his ice-cream. They’d come to a stop in front of some construction workers, giving Jake plenty of take to finish his frosty treat and chew his way through the cone.


By the time he popped the last piece into his mouth though, the rabbit had begun to feel incredibly drowsy. His eyes sagged heavily and he blinked with bleary eyes as he stared at the leopard with his stop-sign, waiting for what seemed like forever for it to change to the yellow, ‘slow’ sign. Eventually, the sign swung around to say slow, seeming to move in slow motion for Jake. He blinked, his senses dulled and his mind foggy. He fwlt so drained, so tired...

Finally, he lost the strength to hold his head up, his chin dropping to his chest as he stared blearily down at his shorts, yawning hugely as he shuffled in his seat so he could lean against the window.


“I’m tired…” he mumbled, “How much… longer till we get there?”


The gazelle smiled and said, “Very soon.”
She pulled up to a light, turning on the turn signal. She was deliberately taking paths to give the cub ample time to fall asleep. To help matters along, she reached out to him and gently rubbed the back of his neck and his shoulders with one hand, trying to lull him into a deep sleep. If he had had enough of his wits about him, he may have picked up on the fact that she was trying to lead him on and make him fall asleep.


When she felt that he was close or nearly completely out, she turned onto another road and began to drive towards another section of this place. Soon, a nondescript black van came into view, with a large wolf standing there, reading a newspaper as he waited for the gazelle. As he spotted her, he sighed and folded up the newspaper, opening up the back of the van.


As the ice cream van pulled to a stop, the gazelle opened the door and slid out quietly. The wolf crossed his arms and said, “You’re late.”

The gazelle frowned and said, “I know, I just wanted him to fall asleep before we got here.”

The wolf rolled his eyes and said, “Look, we don’t need to be nice to him, its not what we are veing paid for, now where is he?”
The gazelle pointed to the passenger seat. She frowned and said, “Try not to wake him if he’s asleep.”


The wolf waved his hand at her in annoyance and moved to the passenger seat. Opening the door and reaching in to unbuckle the cub before sliding his hands under the buck and lifting him from the seat.


Thanks to the gazelle’s gentle ministrations while he laid against the passenger-side door, Jake had gone from dozing in and out, to outright slumbering for the remainder of their short journey. However, when the vehicle finally came to a stop, and the steady rumble of the engine which had helped him drift off to sleep, suddenly cut off, the buck roused just a little.


He opened his heavy eyelids ever so slightly, and lifted his head away from the door weakly, but his vision was blurry and his senses dulled. The rabbit’s bleary gaze eventually found the gazelle who’d be driving, outside the vehicle now and talking to a strange wolf.

The sight felt so out of place that he was certain he was dreaming and gradually started to nod off again. His hearing though, however muffled, continued to half-heartedly track the movements beyond the ice-cream truck’s cab.


When the door right next to him opened suddenly, Jake stirred in instinctual panic as he nearly toppled out of his seat. The broad chest of the wolf from just moments prior stopped his descent before he could topple out. Never the less, the cub was perturbed after being jerked from his stupor. He didn’t even remember hearing the man approach, but now he was unbuckling Jake’s seatbelt.


It wasn’t until the wolf slipped his arms under him to lift him from the seat that Jake began to whine and squirm sleepily. He was still very weak and disoriented, trying to determine if he was still dreaming or not.


“Wha… wha’s goin’on…?” he moaned, half-consciously. “Are… are we there already…?” Wriggling uncomfortably in the wolf’s arms, he tried to look up at the man, squinting in an attempt to bring his face in focus. “...Who’re you…?”


The gazelle smiled as she appeared beside the cub, rubbing his chest slowly as she said, “He’s a specialist. He’s gonna take good care of you.” She smiled and said, “Don’t worry, you’ll be okay.”


The wolf rolled his eyes and shouldered the gazelle away and moved to the black van, climbing inside and setting Jake down onto a little mattress in the back. Prey species could be such pansies at times... He moved over and grabbed some hand cuffs and clipped them onto Jake’s wrist and then to the bed.


Once he’d done that he climbed back out of the van and moved back to the gazelle. He crossed his arms and said, “Remember, you will keep your mouth shut, or I’ll be having a dinner of gazelle sometime.” He grinned and licked his lips. She shuddered and said, "Don't worry, I'm not going to say anything. Just...make sure he gwts there safely."

She began to move back to the ice cream van and as she did the wolf called, "Don't worry, I'll bring you your cut." The gazelle shuddered again at the thought, wiahing that anyone else would do that.


Vore or the hunt of others was long since banned, but that didn’t stop some sick individuals from doing it, whether he was joking or not, he still gave her the creeps. Once she was back in the ice cream van, she pulled away and disappeared into the city, leave the wolf alone with Jake. He shrugged and closed the black van before moving around to the driver side door and climbing inside. Turning the engine over, he trundled away, with his?precious cargo locked away in the back.


Though he seemed outwardly satisfied by the gazelle’s answer to his question, something about the wolf didn’t feel right. Ignoring the fact that he was a wolf, the man hardly looked like a doctor, let alone a specialist, like the woman claimed. Jake didn’t really have the strength or wherewithal to argue though. As it was, he was struggling just to stay awake while he was carried towards a black blob that was the predator’s van.


It came into better focus as he was brought closer, but when he was carried into the rear of the vehicle, Jake began to squirm again. A distinct chill ran up his spine when he was placed on the mattress inside, the dim interior making it even harder to see for the sleepy cub. The softness of the bedding was helping to coax him back to sleep too, despite the faint, distant alarm bells ringing in his head.


This was wrong. Of that he was certain. Even before the handcuff clicked shut around his right wrist. With a protesting groan, Jake shifted around on the mattress to get a better view of the handcuffs now connecting him to the inner wall of the van. He tugged on it weakly, watching the wolf vacate the cramped space to speak with the gazelle.


Rolling onto his side awkwardly, Jake tried to peer out the rear of the vehicle, but when his vision failed him, he instead tried to listen to the wolf’s gruff, mumbling tone. He couldn’t make out any words though and shortly after, the doors closed with a startling slam that made him flinch. After that, his head dropped back into the mattress and he sighed softly, staring up at the ceiling of the van as the wolf climbed into the driver’s seat.


The engine rumbling to life threatened to lull him back to sleep, but before he drifted away again, he tugged on the handcuff around his wrist and grabbed the chain in his free paw to pull on it. He had no strength, and even less desire to resist whatever was happening right now. It felt like he was being kidnapped, but he couldn’t think clearly. And it didn’t make sense for the nice gazelle lady to associate with the shady wolf.


“Where…? Are you… a doctor…? A-are we… going t’the… the hospital…?” he asked the driver sleepily, trying to raise his voice to be heard over the noise of the engine.


The wolf ignored the cub and kept on driving, eventually pulling onto the highway and heading on out of the city and out into the countryside. His destination was an old manor house, out in the rolling hills and sweeping plains?that exsisted beyond the city, far enough out that privacy was a non issue.


The whole trip took 30 minutes or so but finally, the wolf turned to go down a gravel road and eventually pulled into the driveway of a moderately sized, old manor house. He came to a stop in front of the house and cut off the engine, climbing out of the driver seat and heading around to the back and unlocking the door.


He reached inside and unlocked the handcuffs, picking the cub up and turning back towards the house. Before he could do so much as take as single step forward go any further, lithe fox stepped over towards the wolf, a wide smile on his face.

The fox was tall, standing only a few inches shorter than the imposing black wolf. He wore a fashionable black waistcoat with gold trim, under which he wore a long sleeved white button up shirt. His pants were also black in color and expensive looking. To complete the look, he carried with him a mahogony walking stick, polished to a mirror sheen with a solid gold grip at the top that his digits wrapped comfortably around.

The fox held out his arms and said, “I gotta say, that went quiet smoothly.” He smiled and cocked the cubs face towards him, looking the young bunny over a bit before saying, “The usual fee then?” The wolf smiled and said, “Of course.” The fox grinned and took the buck from the wolf and pulled out a substantial stack of cash from his waistcoat, handing it to the wolf, the deal made, the cub sold.


After his queries had gone unanswered, Jake slept for the remainder of the journey, stirring only when the van struck the occasional pot-hole and made the whole chassis jostle. Every time though, he quickly drifted into slumber again. It wasn’t until the vehicle came to a stop that the cub was roused again by that missing vibration that had been lulling him to sleep. He opened one eye just a little as he listened to the wolf exit the vehicle and move around to the back to retrieve him.


Still too weak to even struggle, Jake laid motionless while the handcuff was removed. The wolf then picked him up again, and proceeded to carry him somewhere. But he stopped almost as quickly as he’d started, and a new voice reached his twitching ears. The cub’s senses were still clouded by the tranquilizer in his system, but there was no mistaking the scent of ‘fox’. And when he felt fingers grabbing his face, both eyes fluttered open slightly, just enough to see the fuzzy visage of that which he feared most.


His reaction was entirely internal though, an intense panic that he couldn’t translate into his half-dead limbs, let alone express verbally. For all intents and purposes, he was still unconscious, or at least completely out of it as far as either man making their exchange could tell, but he still managed to writhe a little during the hand-off from one terrifying predator, to another. Beyond that, all he could do was moan softly in the fox’s arms, eyes closed and consciousness quickly fading again, despite the perceived danger.


The fox smiled as the wolf got back into the van, tucking the wad of cash into his back pocket. As the van trundled away, the fox smiled at his new slave and said, “Well now. Let’s head inside shall we?” His voice was mellow and strong, carrying an air of authority and comfort with it. He had a slight accent too, though from what it was impossible for the doped up buck to determine.



The fox turned and carried the young Jake back into his house, entering into a warm and cozy foyer, where he closed the door and moved away, heading up the stairs and eventually arriving at a comfortable bedroom. He set his cane, which was purely for show, against the wall and carried Jake to the bed, laying the cub out upon it. He didn’t know how deeply Jake’s fear of predators like himself was, but he wasn’t interested in eating the cub, he had far more nefarious ideas in mind for him.


Snapping his fingers before the buck’s eyes to see how awake he was he eventually reached down and began to undress the bunny, sliding his hands up his belly and pulling his shirt off with relative ease. Once he’d done that, he loosened the drawstrings of the boy’s shorts and hooked his fingers into his underwear and shorts, pulling them both down as well until the young buck was lying completely naked on the bed. It was tempting for the fox to make use of Jake now, but he resisted, it was no fun if they couldn’t scream and resist him.


Jake remained unaware of his surroundings as he was carried indoors, only showing the smallest signs of life with the occasional twitching of his ears and nose. However, as soon as he was placed on the bed and assaulted with snapping noises right in front of his face, the buck’s face scrunched up in annoyance. He groaned softly and opened both eyes just enough to take in the blurry realm he’d been moved to, before they closed again.


On top of being so tired he could barely move, his head had begun to throb and he was reminded on the bruise on his leg as it pulsed in unison. Unfortunately, he was too weak to move, and too disoriented to stop the fox from disrobing him. He whined softly in protest though, bending his legs inward ever so slightly and trying to tense the muscles in his arms as bit by bit he was relieved of his clothing.


He lost track of events for a good few moments afterward, but the cooler air against his fuzzy little body told him that he hadn’t been dreaming. Jake began to blush with the realization that he was naked, but in his half-conscious stupor, the best he could do to alleviate his embarrassment, was to drag his uncooperative limbs over his chest and groin. He pinched his thighs together as much as he could too, but it was all for naught, as soon after he drifted back to sleep.


The fox watched Jake check out and then smiled, grabbing his arms and strapping them together in leather bondage straps so that he couldn’t use them to hide his decency as effectively. Once he’d done that, he took the boys clothes and threw them into the fireplace before moving back to the bed and tucking the cub in. After he had the boy nice and settled he picked up a small CD player from under the bed and set it on the nightstand beside the bed.


He hadn’t tried this before, but he was curious about how well it would work. He pulled out a CD from his pocket and put it into the player and pressed play. A soft, soothing sound came from the speakers that built into a seaside atmosphere, designed to keep the young bunny asleep. As the track played, his own voice came out of the speaker, speaking out to Jake in a smooth, soothing sort of way...


“Hello young one...welcome to your new life. You are my slave...you aren’t going home, you aren’t free. You love cock and want to play with them. You want them to violate you, your holes are made to be broken. Your balls are made to be hurt, your cock is worthless and meant to be punished. I am your master, hear me...You want to be girly, you want to taste cum. You love the balls of real males, those stronger than you. You are meant only to be a slave...only to be used.”

From here, the CD was set to repeat endlessly until turned off. He knew that minds were impressionable and that the sleeping mind was susceptible to outside influence, but this being new ground, he had no idea how or even what it would do to Jake.

Still, he left it on and left the room, letting cub sleep off the tranquilizer, to inevitably wake up hours later. It was at least 6 hours later when Jake finally roused.


Groggy and sore, the cub awoke grudgingly hours later to an odd melody playing nearby, with a man’s voice speaking overtop of the natural ambience. At first he couldn’t understand what was being said, or even who was speaking. For just a fleeting moment he thought it was his father speaking to him, but then clarity came to him bit by bit, and the words took on meaning. What he heard the voice saying to him though, chilled him to the core.


With a start, Jake lurched up into a sitting position, eyes wide and scanning the unfamiliar surroundings with fear. His breath caught in his throat when he realized he didn’t recognize anything in the room.

This wasn’t his bedroom. It wasn’t even his sister’s or his parents’. As his wandering gaze took in the lavish carpeting and expensive-looking furniture, his attention finally settled on the CD-player spewing the sick, disgusting mantra that he’d woken up to.


Jake’s brows promptly furrowed with indignation and he moved towards the nightstand with the intent of turning off the vile recording, noticing with a thrill of panic as he did so that his arms had been strapped together with rich looking black leather straps.

He strained his arms, trying to pull them apart, but it was no use, they wouldn’t budge no matter what. Whining, he shifted on the mattress and as the blanket fell away from his naked chest he gasped instantly with shock. Retreating back under the covers, he took one look beneath them and whined loudly in distress. He was naked. Completely naked.


In a growing panic, the rabbit searched the room for his clothing, but there was nothing but a low flame crackling in the fireplace nearby. Slowly the cub began to hyperventilate, his anxiety sky-rocketing as he struggled to remember the events leading up to waking up in this strange place. The harder he tried to recall what happened, the less he could recollect. Especially with that CD-player repeating itself like a broken record.


Eventually the bunny’s composure cracked and he threw himself at the device, fumbling it awkwardly with his strapped hands before seizing hold of it and chucking it across the room where it exploded into several pieces against the wall. The racket it made caused him to flinch, and then whip around nervously. Suddenly he was worried about the noise, expecting the owner of the CD-player to return. He needed to get out of here, somehow. Find someone who could take him back home.


Growing increasingly agitated, Jake took a deep breath and removed himself from the bed, dragging the sheets along with him until he uprooted them from under the mattress. He then trailed the whole mass behind him as he made a beeline for the bedroom door, tip-toeing as if he might not draw attention after breaking the CD-player. The second he reached the door, Jake grasped the knob and turned it ever so gently until it unlatched, then carefully swung it open to peek out into the hall.


The hall was dark, in fact, the whole house seemed to be dark. It was clearly very late, and his parents had to be so worried about him. Unknown to him, standing just in the shadows to his left, framed by the faint light of the hall window, was his master, the owner of the CD player and the voice that had been on it. He saw the cub, who’s bound hands were clenched to his chest, holding a bundle of sheets in front of him to try and hide his decency.


When the cub stepped out into the hall and looked around, the fox waited until he was facing away from him before stepping forwards and slamming his open palm against Jake’s exposed ass cheek. He grabbed the buck’s scruff and hissed in a low voice, “Destroy my things will you! I guess I need to start teaching you a lesson!” He pulled on the cub’s scruff, practically dragging him back into the room he’d just come from.


The fox was not one to be trifled with, but also not totally unfair about everything, Jake had destroyed the CD-player rather than simply turning it off. The older male wouldn’t tolerate that kind of behavior. He tossed Jake onto the bed and fell on top of him, keeping his ass facing him as he began to violently spank the cub for what he had done. His hand rising up and swinging down with a firm crack against those young, firm cheeks again and again, filling the air with the cubs screams and fox's deep grunts.


Although he caught the scent of the fox before he was attacked, Jake was no better prepared for the assault that followed. The slap to his rump made his yelp sharply, arching his back for the man to grab his scruff tightly. His ears quivered as the vulpine’s hot breath tickled the hairs, but it was what the predator was saying that really scared him.


When he was suddenly yanked back into the room, the real panic set in. Jake immediately began to thrash and struggle as he was forced to stumble back towards the bed, fighting to free himself and at the same time crying out loud. He was scared beyond belief and confused. All he really understood was that a fox had him by the neck with a clear intent to cause him harm. And he wasn’t proven wrong in the least.


As soon as the male had him by the bed again, he was thrown, flailing, onto the bare mattress and pinned beneath the adult. Then, to his horror, the fox began to spank his naked rump. Each strike elicited a sharp, squealing yelp that made the buck’s entire body jump, and left his cheeks tingling and stinging with a painful burning sensation. And every smack that followed only doubled the intensity of that pain.


In just a few short moments, Jake was openly the sobbing and squirming beneath his assailant. He understood that the man was angry at him for breaking the CD-player, but it took him several attempts to stammer an apology.


“Ah..! Ahm… I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he wept, tears and snot smearing into the fitted sheet that still clung to the mattress. His backside was aflame with agony, but the spanks kept coming. “Please, stop! Please! I’m sorry! I didn’mean t’break it!”


The fox growled and stopped his beating of the boy’s ass, he gripped the buck’s throat and said, “Don’t lie...you did mean to break it.” He slapped the boy’s balls, hard, several times, until they were as red as his ass was, the orbs unable to move out of the way from their awkward position between his legs, taking each hit square. When he finally finished he let go of the boy and said, “Now...I think that’s enough punishment for now.”


He rubbed his stinging hands together, smarting from the abuse he’d just dealt to the cub. As he looked at the young buck, he gripped the boys chin and turned his face towards him and said, “Now...who am I?” The CD should have made that clear to the boy, even while he was asleep. He wanted to hear only one word from the cub.


As he waited patiently for the boy to recover enough to answer him, he rubbed over his backside slowly. While it was meant to be a gentle touch to sooth his aching ass, he knew full well that the buck was going to freak out at finding the fox’s hand upon his buttock’s again.


When the spanking finally stopped, Jake let out a shaky cry of relief, only to have it choked off by the fox’s paw grasping his throat. He stiffened in the man’s grip in anticipatory fear that was well placed as the low, growling tone of his abuser was accompanied by several unrestrained strikes to his tender little orbs. The cub shrieked with the first hit, but he lost his voice for the rest, instead jerking beneath the fox and grunting as his boyhood was made to hurt even more than his stinging backside.


The pain in his testicles didn’t go away either. Both of them continued to scream and throb, turning Jake into a whimpering, weeping mess as he wedged his bound paws between his thighs to cup the abused loins. The fox finally declared his punishment over, but the pain continued to torment the bunny well after the fact, making it difficult to comprehend the question that was posed in the aftermath.


Gingerly, Jake flopped onto his side on the bed, shrinking into a ball of pain and fear. He continued to cry relentlessly, face buried in the mattress until the fox forced him to meet that predatory gaze. Instantly, the tears stopped and the rabbit stared wide-eyed at the beast that had just beaten him, jaw trembling as he seemed to search that face for an answer. In light of what he’d just endured, Jake was drawing a blank at first.


Luckily he was given some time to formulate a response, but before he even took the time to think it over, he stammered,” I--I… I don’t know…”


Only after did his tear-filled eyes find the broken CD-player on the other side of the room and made the connection. His sky-blue eyes lit up then, like he’d discovered the meaning of life in the wreckage of that device. He swallowed nervously and to moisten his throat, then eagerly offered up the answer he hoped would spare him further pain.


“M-m-m-master…? Y-y-you’re my… m-master…?” he said with an upward inflection, like he wasn’t sure it was the right answer.


The fox grinned and pat Jake’s thigh gently and said, “Good...good boy. You got it exactly right. I am your master. You will address me as such.” He smiled and stroked across the small buck’s side, following the curve of his hips and rubbing his butt, to try and make the pain go away somewhat. The CD had at least given Jake a basic understanding of his role here,  and that was something. Still there were many other things that he was willing to experiment with.


He smiled and said, “My name is Johnathan. You may call me Master or Master John. If you do a really good job, I may even allow you to call me John. But you’ll have to work very hard for that privilege.” He smiled and straightened up, pushing his pants down to the floor.


He wanted to truly break the little cub he’d paid for in, whether he liked it or not. He kept his underwear on and said, “You and I are going to play a little game... Here are the rules. The easier you take my treatment of you and accept it, the softer and gentler my treatment of you will be. The more you fight me, the more abusive I will become. Got it?”


He smiled and thrust his hips forward playfully before the buck, the bulge in his underwear very obvious. He was horny and it was plain to see. He rubbed the top of Jake’s head and said, “Come on...let’s get to it honey…”


Visibly relieved that he’d given the correct answer, Jake’s focus took a sharp shift from the man’s face to the paw that was stroking along his naked body. That touch made his skin crawl, and made the tightly wound muscles beneath it tense with fear. He didn’t like it one bit, but he was too scared to object at this point. The vulpine was content for now, but his introduction had been a harrowing experience, and that first impression stuck.


The fox, who identified himself as Johnathan, was a bad man. That much was obvious. But Jake still didn’t know why he was here, or even where here was. And he didn’t even want to think about the things that had been mentioned on that CD-player. None of it sounded good, and almost all of it--what he’d understood at least--scared him deeply. If John had the capacity to be good, though, then the cub wasn’t inclined to get on his bad side again. Not after what had just happened.


Still, the man expected Jake to call him Master. And on the CD he’d been called a slave. He understood enough about the two terms to grasp the danger he was in, and the role he was expected to play, but capacity in which he was meant to ‘serve’ continued to elude him. Right up until Johnathan stood up and dropped his pants, anyway.


...Okay, no, he was still confused and even more frightened now. The bulge in the fox’s underpants seemed to only imply something terrible was going to happen, and as if to cement that belief as fact, John told him they were going to play a game. The way he said it sent chills up the cub’s spine, and the rules that followed only assured him that the man had a heinous agenda.


When Johnathan asked for confirmation that Jake understood, he didn’t answer. Instead he just stared at the man’s bulge with growing anxiety. The fox then thrust his hips forward and the rabbit jumped as if he’d been bitten. Afterward a paw was placed on Jake’s head and immediately he lurched backwards on the bed, tugging at his bound wrists and even going so far as to try and chew through the leather.


Panic had set in, and he backed away as far as he could on the bed, still trying to hide his nakedness from the fox and gnaw on his bondage at the same time. His gaze didn’t leave John once as he tried to free himself, ready to bolt at the first hint of the predator moving towards him.


Johnathan stared at the cub, somewhat disbelieving by his behavior. There wasn’t much that the buck could do to stop his assault, but he had thought that after having been beaten, he’d have learned. Apparently not though. With a speedy lunge, he leapt at the bunny and grabbed his legs, dragging him back towards him. As soon as he could, he slapped the young buck across the face so hard that he almost snapped his incisors on the leather that Jake was desperately trying to chew through.


Grabbing at the cub’s neck, he began to squeeze on it, resting his knee squarely on the buck’s balls as he growled out, “This is what you get for defying me! Pain!” He growled, his eyes wild and fierce. In his panicked defiance, Jake had triggered the very bad side that he had desperately wanted to avoid. It almost felt like the fox was going to murder him for what he had done, but after a few deep breaths, the fox’s grip relaxed.


He sighed and said, “Sorry. I got a little carried away. Now...do I need to hurt you, or are you going to cooperate? I promise you that I won’t hurt you if you give in to what I say.” It was true enough, the fox had a vicious temper that he worked to keep under control, and he didn’t want to kill his prize just because he lost his temper. He let go of Jake’s throat and said, “Now...calm down and do as I say.”


He rubbed the back of Jake’s neck gently, thinking that maybe he should get another tranquilizer to try and calm the buck down, at least a little bit. He waited to see if the buck would cool off enough to think clearly, and after a moment, he decided to try something. He pushed his underwear down with his free hand, his meaty, knotted cock springing free, fully erect. He stroked the shaft and bounced his balls in a seductive, enticing sort of way and said, “This is my cock and balls...remember?”

He nodded to the CD-player on the floor, indicating the mantra of degradation that had been playing on it. He wondered if perhaps some of the words would spark curiosity in the cub rather than fear, after all, he had been telling him that he would enjoy it over the recording.


The instant Jake saw the fox lunge for him, his instinctual response threw him to the foot of the bed in an attempt to get out of range. Unfortunately, he lost his balance and flopped on the mattress instead, giving Johnathan ample time to grab his flailing legs and yank him close enough to strike violently across the face. The slap hit him so hard that it made his head ring and his teeth ache, disorienting him sufficiently for a paw to clasp around his throat and for the man’s knee to crush his little, exposed sack to the point of mind-numbing pain.


It all happened so suddenly that Jake was still in shock, his entire body rigid with fear and pain as every breath came out ragged and strained. His chest heaved with each lungful of air while he stared wide-eyed at the furious vulpine. It quickly became hard to breathe and Jake was beginning to feel light-headed and dizzy before John finally released his throat and eased the pressure threatening to pop his little orbs.


As oxygen returned to his brain, so did his common sense. Where moments before it looked like the fox was going to strangle him to death, now the man had relaxed again. He apologized for his actions, but neglected to release his tight grip on the cub’s throat until after he’d gotten the assurance he was looking for that Jake would cooperate. All the buck did was nod as his answer, but it was enough, thankfully.


Once his neck was released, the bunny took as deep, shaky breath, shivering in the fox’s grasp. But he didn’t move. He didn’t kick or squirm or even so much as twitch the wrong way. However, the moment his captive scrotum was freed, both of Jake’s paws immediately cupped the bruised orbs. Fresh tears and the smallest whines under his breath were proof of the intense pain he was still struggling with.


John’s paw began rubbing the back of Jake’s neck, as if it might remedy the abuse the cub had sustained, but he gave no hint as to whether it was helping or not. The eight-year-old rabbit just continued to lay there stiffly beneath the fox right up until the man pulled down his briefs to reveal his full erection. Only then did Jake’s gaze move from Johnathan’s face to the intimidating, knotted organ. He watched silently as the fox stroked it with his paw, and then made his own balls bounce.


Then the prompt came, and Jake’s gaze returned to the fox’s face. He stared at John for a few moments, before looking down at his exposed genitals again. The buck was more than capable of putting two and two together, especially when John nodded towards the broken CD-player, but a considerable amount of doubt and anxiety lingered in the cub’s heart. He wasn’t certain he could do what he was told, especially if it involved that fox’s manhood in any way. But if he responded incorrectly, there was sure to be repercussions that he’d sooner avoid if he could.


Still… it was difficult to come to grips with what Johnathan was demanding of him, if in fact he understood correctly what that was. Right now though, anything was better than more pain. His tender and aching testicles couldn’t take anymore abuse. So he had to try and cooperate as best he could.


Jake nodded slowly in answer to John’s question, swallowing the lump in his throat, before saying, “I… I remember…” The bunny was already starting to blush before the next words left his mouth, but he had to lower his gaze and break eye-contact in order to speak the dreadful words. “C… can I… p-play with them…?”


John smiled and said, “Yes...you may, like a good little slave.” He grinned and rubbed the top of Jake’s head before helping him into a sitting position. He had watched as the young buck’s mind had worked over the pro’s and con’s of what was being asked of him. He could see the reluctance in the cub’s eyes but he knew that being hurt any more than he was now was far and away the LAST thing that he wanted.


Once Jake was in a sitting position, John smiled and bent over to kiss the boy on the head before straightening up and saying, “Now...be gentle, okay? You can roll my balls in your hands, you can massage them, but you can also kiss, lick, and suck on them too. You can also stroke my cock, lick and suck on it as well. When you suck on a male's shaft, keep your teeth away from the shaft at all times, do want any accidents do we?”


He grinned and reached down, undoing the straps still holding the young buck’s hands together, so that he could have the full use of them. He knew that the cub was unlikely to try and strike back at him now, and as such was willing to let him work unbound.


Before Jake could get started, John smiled and said, “If you do a really good job, I’ll get you some numbing cream and ice for your butt and balls, okay?” He smiled at him, wanting him to see that he wasn’t all bad.


Jake winced just a little bit when he was given ‘permission’ to do the last thing he wanted to do, but he couldn’t exactly refuse now. Besides, Johnathan’s mood had improved drastically now, and to upset that delicate balance between kind and ruthless, was to invite further abuse. For the moment at least, he was going to be given some semblance of control. The fox even unbound his wrists after instructing him how to go about ‘playing’ with his genitals.


Now that he was sitting up, Jake was free to slouch with his head hung low in dreadful anticipation of the task that lay before him. His arms were free again and the fox loomed over him with a big grin on his face. He was pleased for the moment, but if the cub didn’t act right away, there was a chance that would change in a hurry, and that fear compelled him to submit himself to the degrading chore.


Jake certainly didn’t want any accident to happen, so he’d shook his head in response, but when John promised him something to treat his pain if he performed well, the buck sighed softly. Then nodded defeatedly.

Afterward, he slowly looked up until his gaze was level with the vulpine’s large, knotted member. His snout wrinkled instinctively at the sight, but another shaky sigh relieved him of his dignity so he could grudgingly reach out with his freed paws.


In his left paw Jake grasped the hot, throbbing erection tentatively, hunching his shoulders as the warmth transferred into his fuzzy fingers. With his right, the buck cupped the fox’s saggy testicles. Of course, his hand was too small to capture both large orbs, so he awkwardly started to ‘roll’ them around, like Johnathan had explained to him. Stroking the shaft an easier task, but trying to juggle both at the same time led to some confusion in which he accidently squeezed one of the fox’s testes.


He didn’t realize his error until the man spoke up, making him jump and hunch his shoulders further with a hasty apology: “S-s-s-sorry…!”


For the moment he abandoned the scrotum, using both paws to grasp and stroke up and down the vulpine penis. His inexperience was obvious, as was his nervousness. He was afraid of making a mistake as much as he was afraid of not performing to the man’s expectations.

And that fear inevitably lead to errors in his judgement. He grabbed too tightly with his paws, inadvertently digging his blunt claws in as he prepared to take the length into his maw, but he stopped short and his grip further constricted while he struggled to overcome the nausea rising up inside him.


John stood patiently as Jake finally reached out to take a hold of his erection, moaning lightly as the soft, padded paws ran up and down the length of his shaft and tried to follow his instructions, but his lack of skill and nerves was very obvious. The buck couldn’t seem to divide his attention between the act of stroking his cock or playing with his balls, which eventually led to the boy squeezing one of his nuts a bit harder than he should have.


The fox had hissed in pain and sharply said, “Be careful please!” Which had immediately made the cub shrink away and switch to focusing on just his throbbing erection, instead. With both paws rubbing on it, it felt okay, but not what he had hoped for; Jake was so scared of angering him that he seemed to be afraid of applying any pressure at all.


Finally, when the buck moved to take the shaft into his mouth, his fear and disgust got the better of him. He sat there, paws trembling nervously, his grip now nearly painfully tight, with those dull claws digging into his cock. He winced and then grabbed Jake’s wrists.


Pulling his hands off of his cock, he knelt down and reached out to cup Jake’s cheek, gently rubbing his thumb along the cub’s cheek as he said, “Shhh, it’s okay. Relax.” He ran his hands over the young male’s chest, neck, and face gently, trying to calm him down.


Eventually, he managed to say, “I know you’re scared Jake. I know that you don’t want to upset or anger me. But I also know that this is all completely new to you. You don’t even know the pleasures of your own body, let alone how to please mine.”

He smiled a bit, despite the flame of anger inside of him, beating the hell out of young Jake for every little mistake would yield no results. As this was the case, he needed to balance his cruelty with kindness as the situation dictated.


He took a few moments to patiently and kindly teach Jake about how hard to squeeze and how to keep his stubby claws retracted. To help him in this, he guided Jake’s hands to his shaft, manipulating them like a father teaching his child how to hold a pencil.


Squeezing on the cub’s hand to give him an idea of the appropriate amount of force was one thing, but he also showed him how to stroke the shaft, to tug on the knot, to tease the tip with his palm or fingers. It was almost as though the boy were on automatic, being controlled by another.


When he let go of his hands, the fox smiled and said, “For oral...I think I’ll do something special for you…” he reached into the nightstand and pulled out a series of small packets, special little sweets imported from japan specifically for oral sex. He pulled off one which was bright red and pulled the top of it off, squeezing a bit of fluid out onto his finger and letting Jake sample it.


The gel would taste just like a cherry jolly rancher candy and that would help to mask the flavor of his cock. He grinned and handed it Jake, saying, “When you go to suck my cock, put that on it. And if you need to, close your eyes before you start. It’ll be like sucking on candy...just don’t bite me, okay?”


He smiled and ruffled Jake’s furred head, a much different man than Jake had been introduced to; so kind and thoughtful. Jake's life rested in the hands of a male on a hair trigger, one who could be both the most violent man he’d ever known or one of the nicest, if perverted, males  he’d ever known. It was humbling and frightening in a way, but at least he was helping Jake learn so he’d avoid mistakes, rather than beating the shit out of him without explaining.


Jake was still wrestling with his own internal conflict when the fox had suddenly grabbed his wrists and forced him to let go of the vulpine organ. He stiffened in fright and trembled as John crouched down to caress one side of his face. Despite flinching away from his touch at first, the buck ended up seeking comfort in that physical contact, even though it led to John running his paws all over him. His skin crawled and tingled wherever those fingers made tracks, but he tried his best to calm down. To relax, as he was instructed to.


Unfortunately it was easier said than done. Johnathan probably didn’t know, but Jake was afraid of the fox for more reasons that just being kidnapped and forced to touch the grown-ups privates. Ever since he’d awoken, his sense of smell had been assaulted by that familiar and unwelcome predatory musk that permeated the air. The poor cub, with his abnormally sensitive instinctual response, had been on high alert the entire time.


Having witnessed the man’s incredibly short temper as well, Jake had every reason to fear him. And even though logic and common sense told him that cooperation was the safest route to take, his own overactive instincts kept threatening to override his higher functions. It had already happened once so far, and the rabbit’s crotch still throbbed with the memory of what that had led to. If he couldn’t control himself, it was going to happen again. And John would get mad again. And then…


The cub let out a small whine as he watched his paws return to the big, red penis, guided by the fox. Jake was completely unresponsive initially to the man’s efforts to show him how to properly fulfill his task. He just stared with his snout wrinkled and his expression sagging with apprehension and uncertainty while John manipulated his little hands and fingers. He didn’t like being manhandled like this, but he paid close attention to the lesson he was being taught, however gross it was to do so.


When Johnathan finally let go of his paws, Jake retracted them immediately, wiping his palms on his bare chest, like he was trying to clean them, or simply rub off the feeling of the man’s throbbing erection. Either way he felt dirty and defiled. And the fox wasn’t finished yet. Next, he reached into the nearby drawer, offering a solution to the buck’s earlier apprehension in the form of a gel packet, which he provided a sample of on his fingertip.


Jake’s first thought was to scoop up the substance with his own finger, but before he could, John’s hand pulled away. With a small frown, the cub sighed and leaned forward to lick the gel off instead, which he was permitted to do quite readily. His timid little tongue was quick to lap up the substance, where he mulled it around in his mouth for a few seconds to gauge the taste. It was very sweet. An appealing flavor to be sure.


However, according to his ‘master’, the purpose of it was to improve the experience of performing orally. The rabbit merely frowned deeper and sighed softly. His cheeks were flush with embarrassment, and his ears a hot, pink shade of shame as they lay slumped against his back. What last little bit of defiance he had right now, gradually faded as he accepted the packet and returned his attention to the task still pending.


He couldn’t help scrunching up under the fox’s paw as it ruffled the fur on his head, but at least for now he was left alone to complete his terrible deed. Naturally though, he put off the oral component for now, setting the packet aside and using both paws to grasp and massage the predator’s erection right at the knot, like he was shown. Gradually he worked his way up, and then down again, repeating the actions he’d observed and trying to add his own flair to it.


Whenever he reached the tip on the penis, he used his palm and occasionally his fingers, to pinch and rub at the sensitive flesh.His shoulders remained firmly hunched the entire time, with his gaze intensely focused on the fox’s manhood, save for the occasional upward glance to make sure he wasn’t hurting John. Though, if the sounds he was making were anything to go by, he was actually doing a lot better this time.


Gradually, Jake’s confidence grew and his manipulations of the organ grew more complex and natural. Eventually he reached a point where his own curiosity led to him exploring not just the vulpine shaft, but the big, squishy testicles below. Though Johnathan hadn’t shown him how to treat them nicely, the ever-present aching of his own orbs ensured he didn’t dare squeeze too hard again as he rolled the hot scrotum around in his little paws.


Everything about the fox’s manhood was so much bigger than his own. His small hands were dwarfed by the size, such that he required both just to cradle the man’s sack. He stopped at one point to stare at it, recalling what John had told him he could do with it.

Several seconds of reluctance passed, but inevitably, he leaned forward and ducked his head under the man’s twitching erection to sniff at and timidly lick the fuzzy flesh. The smell was terrible by his standards, reeking of the fox’s musk, but breathing through his mouth spared him the worst of it, so it could lick and attempt to suckle on the wrinkly skin of John’s scrotum.


He was able to keep it up for about a minute, before he had to retreat and wipe his lips. The taste was unpleasant, but what bothered him most were the stray hairs that got in his mouth. He picked them out individually, making a face that suggested this wasn’t the first time he’d gotten a mouthful of hair. Once he was finished, the buck moved back to the main focus of his chore. This time he picked up the gel packet, sniffing at the opening to reaffirm that it had a pleasant smell.


When his gaze returned to the throbbing erection, Jake sighed softly and grabbed it firmly with one paw, while the other squished the whole packet at once, ejecting the gel in a huge glob, all over the tip of the organ. Startled by the quantity, the buck whined and tried to catch it all with his paws so he could rub it all over the man’s penis. It was quite sloppy, and his efforts made a distinct, gloppy noise as he spread it up and down the shaft, all the way to the knot.


Once it was well lubed, he retracted one paw and sniffed it. It smelled sweet and tasty, and he couldn’t stop himself from lapping up the gel remnants from his palm. He would’ve been content to spend the next half-hour cleaning his goopy paws, but John pulled his arm away and forced him to refocus. Luckily, Jake was eager to oblige now that the man’s organ would taste just as good. There was only the smallest hesitation before he opened his tiny maw and lowered it over as much of the penis as he could.


Unfortunately, Jake’s comfortable limit brought him just short of getting a third of the cherry flavored red rocket in. Then his mouth closed around it, his teeth resting lightly of the fleshy surface before he remembered to back them off. From there he began to suckle on it, his tongue lapping at the pulsing creature awkwardly.


To say that the fox was pleased by the turn of events with the buck's increase in confidence with his newfound knowledge was an understatement. The buck’s grip was firmer, his touch more agile and skilled; and it only improved as he began to experiment. The little pinches to his flesh made John moan even more, despite stinging a bit; he was a sadomasochist, so this little bit of pain was delightful to him.


He was even quite impressed when the cub managed to work up the courage to try and lick at his heavy balls, that small tongue dragging across the sack in long, lewd strokes. He grinned and massaged the young boy’s shoulders as a reward for his good behavior. He was being such a good boy and he praised him by saying so, deeply enjoying what Jake was doing. The fact that he was also well kept and clean had to be a big plus for the young cub.


Finally, the moment came, as the bunny moved onto the task that he’d been truly waiting for. While pawjob’s were nice and all, they paled in comparison to the delightful heat and velvety feel of a young, hot mouth.

The buck squeezed the gel clumsily over his erection, getting a lot of it on his paws which he sat back to clean. The fox was willing to let him do this, until it stretched on into ridiculous territory. When the gel had all vanished, the cub kept licking his paws, chasing after the persistent taste that would continue to linger on his skin for the next hour or so.


He grabbed the buck’s paws and pulled them back to his cock, redirecting his attention to the task at hand. Though Jake was somewhat reluctant, it was nowhere near as bad as it had been. He didn’t even need to close his eyes to shield his senses from the cock he was about to take into his maw as he slid the throbbing erection into his mouth.


The fox gasped and moaned lewdly, rubbing the cub’s head as he said, “Ohhhh yes….that’s so good Jake….” He felt the young buck’s teeth, but he seemed to remember his earlier instructions before pulling his teeth away and beginning to suckle on his shaft. The pleasure was wondrous, but the cub could only get about a third of his cock into that tiny mouth of his. John’s eyes drifted towards the nightstand…



He had many more things still hidden inside it, one of which would help the cub perform deep throating. Before he just grabbed it though, he smiled and said, “You are doing very well...that feels so wonderful...but...little boys should be able to go deeper. I know you can’t do it very well right now, but it is possible to take my cock into your throat without hurting yourself. That would feel even better.”


He smiled and added on, “I have another little item in the nightstand which can help with that, make it a lot easier on you...if you are willing to try it.”


As put off as he was having another male’s penis in his mouth, the taste went a long way to ease him into the sexual act. However, though John’s moans and words of encouragement told him he was doing well, it also made him sick to his stomach just having to pleasure the man to spare himself another beating. What other choice did he have, though? The mantra from the CD was burned into his memory now, specifically the part that stated he would never go home.


If that was true, then all of his efforts to avoid abuse and further pain would be pointless. He could never leave, and should he ever find his way out of this house, he’d still be lost. There was no telling how far from home he was. And everything that had led up to this point was still a blur.

The only thing he could vaguely recall was a chocolate ice-cream cone, and a speeding sports car racing towards him. There was pretty face floating around in his memory too. A gazelle. But he got a distinctly negative impression of the woman he could barely remember.


The fact he couldn’t properly recall how he got here was worrisome enough. But if he tried to escape and failed… Jake was certain the punishment would be much harsher. Assuming Johnathan didn’t just kill him instead. That was always a lingering possibility, especially after seeing that look in the fox’s angry eyes while he was being kneed in the groin. He’d almost be willing to do anything to never see that feral glare again.


Unfortunately, just as that thought passed through his head, John stirred and spoke up. At first he was offering more praise, however then he said ‘but’, and Jake shrank inward a little, slipping off the man’s now slimy but still sweet-tasting member. He looked up at the fox with a big, uneasy frown upon hearing that he should be able to go ‘deeper’.

Just thinking about it made his throat clench involuntarily. The cub rubbed his neck nervously and followed John’s gaze as he mentioned the nightstand, in which hid something that would supposedly make the task easier.


Whether that was true or not, the buck didn’t want to suck on that fleshy rod anymore than he had to, let alone try to take more of it into his tiny maw. There was just no way it would fit without making him choke and gag. He was certain of it.


“D… do I have to?” he asked timidly, dropping his gaze and hunching his shoulders again. It took a lot of nerve just to say those words, mostly because he dreaded what the answer might be.


Johnathan looked at him and after a moment he sighed a bit and said, “You are going to be taught how to do it eventually Jake. There will be others who will be doing this with you eventually, and when they come to do that, they will expect you to know how to perform a wide range of sexual pleasures. If you’re worried about gagging, don’t be, that’s what the little item I mentioned prevents. It’s a spray that numbs your uvula and throat enough to stop your gag reflex and limit any discomfort you may have from taking a cock into your throat.”


He smiled and rubbed the top of Jake’s  head gently, smiling down at him before saying, “See, I’m not trying to set you up on this. The last thing I want you doing is vomitting all over the floor or my front.”
He pat the buck’s head playfully and said, “So, we can do it now, while you are learning oral sex, or we can do it later. I leave it to you to decide.”


He reached into the drawer and produced the spray. It had a medicinal taste to it that he found revolting, but it did work. He’d used it himself before when he had felt pretty submissive one day and had sucked down an entire horse cock. It had touched into his belly before he finally felt some discomfort. Combined with the cherry flavor in the buck’s mouth, maybe it would taste more like cough syrup rather than pure bitter herbs.


Though he flinched involuntarily when Johnathan pet him, Jake was grateful that the fox didn’t get angry. If anything, he sounded more annoyed. Maybe a little exasperated. Like a father trying to teach his son how to do something that was necessary but not enjoyable. He hated it. John was not his father. They weren’t related. They weren’t even the same species. John was a predator, a kidnapper and a molester. And the things he was saying brought tears to the cub’s eyes.


A particular word had caught Jake’s full attention, making his ears perk right up in shock. But he didn’t say anything right away. His eyes had widened, and the tears were free to trickle down his cheeks as he trembled, though he continued to listen to the fox carry on with his reassurances. None of it really mattered now, however, in light of what had been stated before. Even after John had finished, the cub was still struggling to wrap his brain around that casual factoid he’d been given; like it was no big news.


After the decision was left up to him to make, whether he would accept the medical spray so he could learn another depraved act, Jake hung his head, racked with inner turmoil. He glanced at the little spray bottle that the fox had set on the nightstand for a few long moments, then shook his head.


“I… I don’wanna do it right now,” he said finally, tensing just a little in anticipation of another potential outburst from the predator. When it didn’t come though, Jake’s attention immediately shifted to the new, and pressing concern that had been brought to light. He waited just a few seconds, until John was ready for him to resume his task, then he blurted out his fears.


“Y-you said ‘others’ before... W-w-what others were you talking about? And… and… w-why do I have to… why to do I have to do stuff with them too? I don’want to, I don’t! Please don’t make me, John…”


Johnathan was a bit disappointed that Jake turned down the offer to learn deep-throating now, but he had fairly offered him the choice, so he calmly put the bottle back into the nightstand, accepting the cub’s decision. After a few moments though, he bounced his cock before the boy to get him to go back to what he was doing, but then Jake just exploded with all of his mounting fears and worries.


The fox frowned, making a mental note to put on another CD for tonight while Jake slept to help deal with these issues. While he enjoyed full on raping his little “friends” some of his clients, even some of his predator clients, came for the company of a little cub and hated when they fought so much.

Jake was terrified of predators, whether by natural instinct or by cultural influence, he didn’t know, but both could be suppressed or reversed with proper conditioning, though instinct would take significantly longer to overcome.


He sighed as Jake blurted out his name and reached down, very gently slapping Jake on the cheek. It was wasn’t nearly hard enough to hurt the cub, but it would definitely get his attention. He pointed his finger at the boy and said, “You get one freebie for using my name Jake, but remember, until I say otherwise, it’s Master or Master John, you may not use my name alone unless I say so.”


After a moment, he tapped his foot and said, “I run a harem business Jake, one that deals exclusively in cubs, such as yourself. People from all over the come to my various establishments to pay to have sex with little boys and girls like you. People from the city, who know my real business will come here, pay me money, and then get an hour to spend with you. During which time you will do what they say and pleasure them. There will be both predators and non-predators, but they have their own rules that they have to follow. They must wash themselves beforehand, they can’t take pictures or record video, and they can’t hurt you any more than I allow, which doesn’t usually go beyond a light spanking.”


He saw the panic rising in Jake’s eyes and he forestalled him by saying, “Nothing at all what I did to you Jake, in fact, in comparison, it’ll be practically pleasant. They also cannot attempt to take you with them or eat you. I actually will make them ‘disappear’ if they try. Think of it as a club that people pay to get into to have fun with you, while I look after you and keep you safe.”


He smiled reassuringly, but he knew full well that that last part about a predator attempting to eat him was going to stick the most and possibly make him have a panic attack. He was ready in that event…


When the fox slapped him for saying his name with prefacing it with ‘master’, Jake jumped and yelped like he’d been struck much harder than he had been. Truthfully though, it hadn’t hurt so much as startled him. He’d completely forgotten about the man’s preference for being referred to as his Master, but it made the buck blush at the thought of doing so. Still frowning, he brought a paw to his cheek and rubbed it, like it was stinging after a violent strike.


He kept it there as the fox started into a long-winded and increasingly devastating explanation that raised just as many questions as it answered, and left Jake dumbstruck with disbelief. The rabbit couldn’t believe his ears. John’s claim that he ran a sex business, horrifying as it was, was overshadowed by his break-down of the process by which random strangers would pay money to spend time with Jake, during which the man described in detail what would happen, and what would be expected of him.


Jake’s jaw hung open in utter anguish, fresh tears welling up in his eyes as the true nature of his captivity was revealed. The fact that John’s ‘clients’ had to follow rules too hardly mattered when what they were allowed to do was arguably just as bad, if not worse. But then… then the fox told him something he’d never forget. It was supposed to be reassuring, probably; some sort of light at the end of the tunnel. But all Jake got from the whole speel, were the words ‘predator’ and ‘eat’. Two of his biggest triggers.


All of sudden the bunny began to hyperventilate, his chest heaving drastically and yet not drawing in nearly enough air. Eyes wide and shedding tears, his gaze wandered around the room frantically, his body trembling on the verge of leaping into action to escape this impossible nightmare. He started to shake his head, mouthing the word ‘no’ over and over, but only feverish squeaks came out.


John may have promised to deal swiftly with anyone who tried to eat him, but the fact that it was even necessary had made the buck’s heart do backflip into his throat, where he choke on it in growing panic. Eventually he found his voice, but when he did, he also found the strength to move again. And with that, all common sense went out the window. It was fight or flight, and right now he was looking for somewhere to go in favor of tussling with the fox.


“N… no! No, I don’t want to,” he cried, violently throwing himself to one side and struggling frantically to keep John from grabbing and securing his limbs as he tried to worm past him to reach the door. He needed to run, to get away. To hide. “I don’wanna have sex with strangers! Please! L-let me go! S-stop!”

He sobbed loudly and fought the stronger male. “Please, I just wanna go home! I--I want my mommy and daddy!”


The fox had seen Jake’s predictable reaction coming from a mile away and cursed his own stupidity for having run off at the mouth the way he had. He was an honest male, despite his perverse interests and violent behavior, one could even say that honesty was one of his redeeming qualities. However, that did mean that he created more of these situations than he’d care to admit.


As the cub’s eyes clouded instantly with pure, unbridled panic, Johnathan was ready to make a grab for the boy when he made to flee. He misjudged the direction at first and the buck slipped past him, screaming about wanting to go home and wanting his parents.

The fox swore softly and pulled open the nightstand, reaching inside and turning his hand upwards to feel along the roof of the drawer. His fingers touched what he was looking for and he pulled out a syringe with a mild tranquilizer contained inside.


It was nowhere near as powerful as the one used to bring him here, but it would do what he wanted which would be to force the majority of the fear back out of the cub by making him relax and calm down. Clenching it in his teeth, he bodily tackled the buck to the floor, wrapping a strong arm around the boy to hold him still. The cub’s fighting was immensely frantic, as though terrified that he was going to die any second now.


Quickly, the male pulled the cap off the syringe and stabbed it into the young male, injecting its contents. After tossing the needle away once it was empty, he held the boy firm, hushing him gently and assuring him that it was alright. He was so well practiced with this that it showed just how many times the young charges he “took care of” had been pushed into panic attacks.


In such a blind flurry of panic, Jake had lost sight of everything else but that door. His only escape from this terrible fate. And he fought so desperately to reach it, kicking and screaming and sobbing. Had he the presence of mind he might've tried to bite the assailant keeping him from his goal, but everything happened in just a matter of seconds.


He continued to struggle right up until something sharp was stabbed into his left thigh. The painful sting made him squeal in terror and fight even harder despite being pressed uncomfortably against the floor and firmly restrained by the fox. The needle was in and out quickly but the pain lingered and drove the breathless cub to burst into tears.


There was no escaping now, with John's strong arms restricting his movements, but Jake's panic continued unfiltered for several more long moments, all while the fox tried to calm him. Eventually though, the tranquilizer began to course through his body, weakening the rabbit's limbs and sapping the energy from him.


Panting heavily, Jake gradually began to relax, the fear ebbing away in gentle waves as terror was replaced by sadness. Whimpering and screaming became strictly sobbing and his struggling was reduced to half-hearted writhing. Bit by bit the urge to resist faded and exhaustion took over. In really no time at all, Jake became docile again, wheezing and whining softly as he went limp in John's arms.


“Please… please, I just… I wanna go home…” he moaned in-between breaths.


The fox hushed the boy softly and picked him up off the floor, carrying him back to the bed. He knew that this boy would be the hardest or at least one of the hardest he had yet taken in to repurpose. He was now a little flaccid from the effort of stopping the boy, feeling a little let down as well that he had ruined it all with his big mouth. He looked at Jake as the boy lay on the bed and he said, “I’m sorry I frightened you.”


He did mean it. His big mouth had pushed all the wrong buttons and sent the buck into a flying panic, the fault was entirely his own. He looked down at his cock and after a moment he said, “Jake, finish what you started, and then I’ll let you sleep, okay?” He couldn’t really afford to give the buck time to adjust as the bunny would no doubt want. If he was going to make any progress breaking the boy down, he needed to keep the pressure on.


He was tempted to just penetrate Jake, save him the effort of having to work up the nerve to put the fox’s penis back into his mouth, but he’d save anal sex for later. Instead, he bounced his flagging cock and said, “Come on, finish it up Jake.”


Now that the tranquilizer was in full effect, the poor buck put up no resistance whatsoever as he was picked up and returned to the bed. His limbs flopped on the mattress uselessly as he laid where he was placed, chest still heaving while he caught his breath.

Eventually he quieted down, staring up at the ceiling to avoid making eye contact with the fox standing beside him. John apologized for upsetting him, but the sincerity in his voice just sounded hollow to the cub. Sure he might’ve been sorry about that, but he wasn’t sorry about the kidnapping, or the abuse.


And he certainly wasn’t sorry about the grim future he had planned for Jake. In fact, once the eight-year-old had settled into the soft bed with the intent to stay there and do nothing, Johnathan spoke up again, drawing a scowling gaze from the bunny as he focused on the fox’s face, and then, grudgingly, the droopy erection still seeking attention. By now Jake was too tired to really argue, but he couldn’t help letting out a small, miserable whine when his ‘master’ repeated the request.


Of course, Jake doubted the man meant it only as as suggestion. Still, rolling onto his side was a struggle in his drugged state, but he managed it relatively quickly. He hugged his legs together and tucked them in to hide his privates, then covered his face with one arm to hide his shame.

Eventually his free arm slid across the mattress and blindly searched for the organ, grabbing a hold of it once it was in range. He didn’t want to watch this time, and he certainly hoped John wouldn’t expect him to perform orally again.


Unfortunately, not looking made it harder to jerk up and down the length of the vulpine member, and only using one paw complicated things further too. But he made no move to remedy the issue, keeping his face hidden while he tried half-heartedly to pleasure his… master.


The fox watched as the cub halfheartedly moved into position, very clearly wanting to do nothing to pleasure the male who stood above him. The buck kept his face hidden and fumbled around for his shaft, which because it was flagging nearly caused the bunny to hit him in the balls while looking for it. He scowled as the buck then began to roughly tug on his shaft, trying to one handedly pleasure his fading erection and only succeeding into causing him discomfort.


Finally, Johnathan growled in annoyance and snapped, “Oy! Sit up and do it right or I’ll really make use of that throat of yours now!” He grabbed the buck’s hand and pushed it away, almost feeling like a cramp was about to happen in his cock from the halfhearted, pathetic attempt at pleasure the bunny had been doing.


He crossed his arms as he waited for Jake to comply and he said in no uncertain way, “Don’t you dare hide your body from me. You move your arm away from your crotch and let me see what I like and do what you were meant to do properly, you got me?!”


Jake had honestly thought he was doing okay, right up until the fox growled in frustration and barked at him angrily. The startling noise would’ve made the cub jump in surprise if he weren’t feeling so drained, but he still managed to shrink inward on himself in response, shivering as a sign of submission after his paw was swatted away. Letting out a small whine, the buck began to move, reluctantly.


As if taking his time, he gradually worked himself up into a sitting position, head down and teary-eyed gaze focused on the fox’s penis. While he settled onto his rump, Jake continued to cover his privates, keeping his thighs pressed together and letting both legs hang off the edge of the bed. He would’ve been content to resume with just one paw, but before he even had a chance to reach out to grasp the vulpine organ, the indignant fox ordered him specifically to uncover himself.


Another whine followed the demand as the cub trembled on the verge of crying again. He managed to swallow the rising lump in his throat and hold back his tears, but there was no mistaking just how enthusiastic he was about the whole ordeal. It was clear that his master was beginning to get angry again, though. And an angry fox was a dangerous fox.


At the very least, Jake’s natural instincts were presently muddled by the injection he’d been given, but it was entirely temporary. Fortunately, the buck didn’t waste anymore time after defeatedly removing the paw he had resting in his lap. He kept his thighs closed though, to obscure as much of his little sheath as he could while he wrapped his fuzzy mitts around the softening erection again.


This time, the rabbit put more effort into stroking up and down Johnathan’s shaft, staring at it bleakly until his touch rejuvenated the male’s libido. He could feel the organ swelling beneath his paws, hardening and throbbing with greater intensity the longer he worked. Eventually, without being prompty, Jake leaned forward to take the length into his little muzzle again, licking the hot flesh gently as first before suckling as fervently as he had previously.


As he slowly began to bob his head up and down, tears trickled down his cheeks. By now his eyelids were red and puffy from crying so much, and he stopped occasionally to wipe them and sniffled to clear his nostrils. He didn’t say a word the entire time, too wrapped up in his own grief to really register if he was making John happy or just more angry.


John was only initially annoyed by the cub’s slight disobedience to his instructions to not hide himself. While he had complied with his hand, he still was doing his best to save his decency with his fur and thighs. As Jake began to suck him off, he lifted a foot and pushed the male’s legs apart. Jake would get the idea of showing of and flaunting his body sooner or later.

Fortunately for the young boy, his actions were very pleasing to the fox. His erection had returned from the pawjob and now was being teased and pleasure by that oh so soft tongue and the determined, yet somehow delicate suckling that Jake was giving him.


He was about to lewdly say that he loved watching little boy’s cry around his cock while sucking it, to give him permission to do so, but then the wounded cub did it anyway, soon starting to weep around his shaft, the shaft that would be the first in his life, one of many.


Johnathan rubbed Jake’s head and neck slowly, moaning lewdly as the crying cub sucked him off, he was so blissful now, his anger was melting away under the pleasure of it all. He could feel his precum oozing out into Jake’s mouth and he grinned before saying, “Ooo, I’m getting close Jakey...I’m gonna give you a nice big mouthful of cum…You’d better swallow it…”


He would honestly be very impressed if Jake did succeed in swallowing his first load of cum, even some of the nursing cub’s that he’d played with in the past couldn’t swallow the thick, semi salty cum of a male. He chuckled at those memories and began to gently hump back and forth in Jake’s little maw, making the most of the little bit of room in it he had available to him.


Time seemed to pass by in a hazy blur for Jake, the rhythm of lifting and lowering his head becoming monotonous and hypnotic. At some point he’d switched to auto-pilot, repeating the same gestures and motions with his fingers and tongue based on which actions garnered the most appreciation from the fox he was forced to pleasure. As he did so, he grew less adventurous, and less creative with his efforts.


Luckily, Johnathan either didn’t notice or didn’t care, as he robotically suckled and flicked his tongue across the tip of the fox’s member, and used both paws to squeeze and stimulate the underside of the swelling knot at its base. Nearly ten minutes passed from the moment he started, till the moment John made his announcement that he was close to climax.


The sound of his voice alone was enough to wake the rabbit from his mindless task, and with the return of his faculties, came his sense of taste. And unfortunately by now, the vulpine organ had begun oozing a foul-tasting fluid into his maw. The instant he recognized its presence, Jake whined and wrinkled his snout in disgust, but he didn’t stop. For now the remaining gel on the fox’s shaft helped to counteract the bitterness, however Johnathan had promised more was to come, and expected the cub to swallow it.


In worried protest, the buck whimpered again and looked up at John, tears still streaming from his eyes as he searched for some semblance of sympathy from his master. All he got instead, were gentle thrusts overriding his stalling efforts to suckle, such that the fox was practically doing all the work now.


Johnathan moaned lewdly, over and over repeating words like, “Yeah…” and “So close…” He grinned down at his plaything, for that’s all Jake was at this point, his little slave meant only for pleasuring him. He had noticed the flagging quality of Jake’s efforts to experiment to please him, falling into the trappings of doing the one set of things that seemed to work, rather than mixing and matching to make the best of it all.


Jake’s whining and whimpering were what put him on the edge. The cub had stopped sucking, had practically stopped his squeezing. He didn’t want that vulpine seed in him, no matter what. In a way, it was a form of degradation that the young buck would not be able to fully recover from if he ever were able to go back to a normal life. You could argue that being taught oral sex could fall into practical sex ed...but this?


Being seeded by a predator, one who had kidnapped him, one who intended to do more to him in the future, it was far more than just simple lessons on sex, it was more than just having fun with the boy. It was an attempt to break and remold him.


Johnathan hissed and panted hard, fighting every urge he had to just plow the boy’s throat as hard as he could. Inevitably, he gripped Jake’s head and let out a strained growl as he finally, and somewhat suddenly came, his first rope of seed bursting into Jake’s mouth, the fox’s hands making sure, inadvertently, that his head didn’t go anywhere.


With his whimpering pleas were ignored, Jake lost all hope of being spared the finale. Unfortunately, he didn’t really know what to expect when the grunting, moaning fox grabbed his head and thrust into his muzzle in one last bid to get the most out of his orgasm. To the buck’s utter horror, what followed was a nauseating rush of hot, salty fluid spraying into his mouth, instantly triggering his gag reflex and causing him to choke on the bitter load. His cheeks quickly puffed out from the pressure and semen began to leak around the failing seal that was his lips around the canid shaft as he let out a startled, revolted yelp.


Instinctively, Jake tried to pull away so he didn’t drown on the awful substance, but he met resistance in the form of John’s paws, which still firmly held him place while subsequent loads of seed pumped into his full mouth. It didn’t stay there long though, as the gagging triggered a coughing fit that he couldn’t stop. Semen proceeded to flood his sinuses until it squirted out his nostrils, and most of what remained spilled around his bottom jaw in-between gurgling squeals as the buck writhed with both paws firmly pushing against Johnathan’s thighs.


What little of the fox’s spunk actually stayed in his mouth, was involuntarily swallowed during the struggle, but he barely noticed in the heat of the moment. All he cared about was not drowning, and freeing himself from the seemingly endless flow of bitter seed. He didn’t even react to all excess that poured down his chest and splattered into his lap, where his legs had been forced open so that his privates could be soaked in semen.


Jake didn’t stop trying to break free once, but he wasn’t permitted to until John has finished, and only them was he able to tear himself away with a loud, choking sob. Covered in cum and gasping for air, the cub crawled to the opposite side of the bed, dry-gagging as if he were actively trying to vomit. Instead, some spittle came up, and then he flopped onto his belly, panting and whining as he curled into a ball of shame and hiding his face once more.


Without a doubt, the cub was traumatized. He was ashamed and humiliated, and he stank of the fox’s musk so much that it overwhelmed his senses. And if Johnathan was to believed, this was only the beginning of his new, terrible existence.


The fox was panting heavily, still coming down from his orgasmic high. That was the kind of orgasm that he enjoyed, powerful and pent up. He took a deep breath and rubbed his belly a bit, noticing as he did so the abnormal amount of cum on his belly.


He looked down and saw his seed all over the floor, the bed, his flagging cock, his belly, and as he follow the trail of cum, all over Jake too. He frowned a bit and chastised Jake a little by saying, “You should have swallowed it Jake.”


He sighed shakily, feeling a bit sympathetic for him. He knew what it was like to have cum forced through the sinuses due to volume, though in his case, it had been an elephant who had mistaken him as the cub he’d paid for to play with.


He shuddered a bit and walked towards the wall opposite the bed and said, “Jake, look at me.” When he had Jake’s attention, he lifted on a hidden latch in the wall’s decorative lining and a hidden door opened, revealing a full private bathroom inside, complete with an expensive massaging bathtub, a shower with a cushioned bench and a sink with mirror and all the things he needed to clean himself up.


The fox smiled and said, “Go on. Get cleaned up. I’ll get this room cleaned up and get your bed ready, then you can get some rest. Okay?” He’d mellowed out significantly, so much so that if it weren't for his cum covered nude appearance and his dripping cock, he could have passed as a friend of his dad’s.


Johnathan’s post-coital comment was the last thing Jake wanted to hear right now. As if he’d had been given the choice to swallow or not. The buck hadn’t even been certain what it was at first, but his first assumption had been that it was pee. From there, the response was involuntary and automatic. He had to eject it somehow. And though his sinuses burned like they were coated in napalm, and it hurt to breathe, it was still better than willingly ingesting the wolf’s urine.


After the fact however, the cub had been able to better assess what had happened. When he explored his own naked chest, he found big globs of sticky, stringy semen, matting his fur and assaulting his already raging sinuses with the fox’s strong musk. He’d only just noticed the mess had spread right down to his little sheath and sac when John called for him. Compelled to obey, he peeked through the protective shield he’d made with his arms.


He spotted the fox right away, but he’d crossed the room to the other side, where a latch was lifted to reveal a secret room, built right into the wall. Eyes widening in awe, the buck sat up and stared into the ornate bathroom that had been revealed, like some mechanism from a fantasy castle. For the moment, his pain and misery was forgotten in favor of curiosity and adventure.


As he pored over all the fancy, expensive appliances in the private bathroom, John spoke, offering its facilities to the rabbit so he could get clean. It was a temptation Jake simply couldn’t refuse, especially after discovering just how messy he’d gotten. Even his wariness of the fox didn’t stop him as he slid gingerly to the edge of the bed and onto his feet. He padded slowly across the room, taking his time to examine the room beyond while still keeping an eye on the predator.


Not that he expected the man to hurt him again for the time being. In fact Johnathan seemed to be quite elated following his orgasm, and made no move for the rabbit as he inched into range, then out of range again. He still eyed the fox the entire way, but once he was inside the bathroom, it was like an invisible barrier had been raised where the door should’ve been, and he dropped his guard like the heavy burden it was.


Curiosity took over and the bunny made a beeline for the bathtub, appreciating its visual appeal before leaning over the rim to fiddle with the knobs. As he did so, he noticed a digital component to the large basin. It was a touch-screen control panel for all of the bathtub’s unique functions, like it’s jets. But it also controlled the water’s temperature through a single faucet, which Jake turned on and set to his preferred warmth. He was smiling the entire time, amazed by the technology and its intuitive nature.


The water kicked on and began to fill the tub with a loud racket that drowned out any noises beyond the bathroom, so Jake looked back to watch John through the open doorway, to make sure he was still safe and to occupy his mind while the water level rose.


The fox smiled as the cub moved into the bathroom, now more than ever showing his young, innocent nature. When he bent over to begin to fill the tub, John took advantage of it to appreciate the cub’s exposed ass and tender, slightly bruised balls. He chuckled a bit as the buck looked back at him and he waved playfully, at the boy before shutting the door for him.


Once the door was shut, he quickly moved about to clean up the room, scrubbing away his cum from the bed, the floor, and himself. Once he did all that, he moved back to his room and got out his recording equipment, taking a few moments to record a new CD for the boy to address his fears, his worries, and to reinforce his place in the world. When he finished and burned the CD, he put it in his pocket and left the room.


He went and collected new bedding for the cub’s bed as well as an immensely sturdy industrial radio/CD player. Jake would have no hope of breaking this one. He finally got a bowl of pasta from his dinner in the kitchen, completely meatless, and returned to the bedroom. He pushed the radio out of sight under the bed, made the bed, and then sat on the edge of it, waiting for Jake to come back out again.

As soon as the unusual doorway had been closed, leaving Jake to himself in the bathroom, the last of his anxiety and uneasiness vanished in an instant. Finally he felt safe again and could relax for real. And the first thing he did was race towards the toilet, flipping up the lid and gingerly plopping himself down over the bowl. He might not have said anything, but ever since he’d woken up, the buck had to go pee.

Several times back there, he was so terrified he was certain he’d piss himself, and it was only sheer luck that he hadn’t. So by now, he had a full bladder to empty and he did so with immense relief. When he’d finished, he reached between his legs to flick his little sheath dry. In doing so though, he accidently slapped it against his tender orbs, causing him to yelp, and then frown. With a growing sense of worry, he spread his thighs and examined he aching testes, checking their sensitivity and determining nothing more than that they hurt a lot, still. Maybe the water would make them feel better.

After hopping off the toilet, he flushed and put the seat down, like he’d been taught. Then he returned to the bathtub, turning the faucet off in a hurry upon seeing the water level nearing the danger level. Before climbing in, the bunny retrieved a towel from the linen closet and placed it nearby within reach. All that was left then was to step into the water… And goodness was it warm and inviting. His legs practically buckled under him as he lowered himself into the tub, letting out a long, soft sigh of relief.

Minutes passed by like seconds as Jake melted under the intense warmth cocooning every inch of his body, save for his head and ears, but even the latter gradually drooped beneath the surface. And when he dared to try out the water jet feature, time lost all meaning whatsoever. Inevitably, it led to Jake far overstaying his welcome in the bathroom as half-an-hour became an hour and one hour threatened to become two. In all that time, he only spent a few minutes cleaning the scum from his fur. The rest went into turning the usually tense, wired bunny into putty.

After a few more moment’s, a gentle prod came on the buck’s chest to get his attention. The fox had come in to check on him, genuinely worried that maybe something had happened to him. When the cub jolted in surprise at being prodded the fox relaxed and said, “Oh good, you’re ok.” He smiled and rubbed The buck’s wet head and said, “You’ve been here almost two hours. Come on, I’ve had to reheat your dinner several times now.”

He moved to grab the towel, shaking it open and holding it open for the cub to climb into and dry himself off. The fox was dressed once again, smiling down at him pleasantly.


When he was roused so abruptly from his dozing, Jake felt a momentary surge of adrenaline, confused and frightened until he remembered where he was, and who had disturbed him. Unfortunately, the fox was the last thing he wanted to see at that moment. By now the tranquilizer’s effects were beginning to fade, but it maintained enough control to keep the buck from having another outburst. Instead, he just sighed shakily.

“Y… you startled me,” he mumbled softly, reaching for the touch-screen to turn off the jets while Johnathan acquired his towel. He hesitated to leave the safety and warmth of his bath though, peering over the rim of the tub at the fox and the green wall of fabric he waggled invitingly at him. “Two hours… it didn’t feel that long. Wait… did you say dinner?”

Suddenly the rabbit’s ears perked up, flicking stray water droplets about as he sat up attentively. His empty stomach grumbled at the mere thought of food, and it was more than enough encouragement to draw Jake from his bathwater. He took his time climbing out though, trying not to look like he was shying away from the fox’s watchful and no doubt lustful gaze. He eventually touched down on the bath mat and had no other means to stall, so with a tiny sigh, he turned around to face John and padded into range of his spread arms. With a sharp inhale, he forced himself to turn his back, essentially putting a predator out of his visual range. It was more difficult to do than he let on, but it was even harder to keep his arms at his sides the whole time.

He knew what would come next. He’d done this same routine with his father countless times in the past. This time however was very different. Jake didn’t mind having Lewis dry him with a towel, but he was family and fellow prey. Johnathan was neither of those.

The fox could sense how tense the buck was just being near him, so he quickly dried the young male off. While he did, he whispered, “You don’t need to be so afraid of me. Would things really be any different if I were a horse instead? The same things would be happening to you regardless, so what's the point in fearing me because I’m a fox?”

He finished toweling off the boy’s head and then folded the towel, hanging it up before grabbing the boy’s hand gently and leading him from the room. In the time it had taken Jake to bathe, Johnathan had radically improved the simple meal. Adding cheese, a small sliced apple, homemade sweet bread with fresh butter, on top of the pleasant pasta that he’d been reheating. He even had included a small strawberry milkshake, which was sitting in a thing of ice to keep it from melting.

Johnathan smiled and pat the bed for Jake to sit on it, smiling as he picked up the tray full of food the likes of which he was certain the young cub had never expected to receive from his kidnapper.

As grateful as he was that the fox didn’t take another longer to dry him than he had to, Jake didn’t want to hold John’s hand. He wasn’t exactly given a choice, but he tugged on his arm several times before giving in and trailing behind the predator as he was led back into the bedroom. The moment he passed through the threshold, his little nose began to twitch, nostrils flaring to breathe in the rich aroma wafting through the room.

Before they had even reached the bed, Jake was already searching the area with his eyes to find the source of what smelled to him like a vegetarian’s delight. He stopped though when the fox patted a spot on the bed, indicating for the cub to take a seat there. Breathing in slowly, he contemplated it for a long moment while Johnathan let go of his paw to retrieve the tray of food. The instant he saw that spread, he made up his mind.

Without further hesitation, he took his seat on the bed, ears raised high and nose aquiver with anticipation. Every second wasted not eating was making him hungrier, and John took forever to bring it close enough for him to safely dig in. Mostly, he waited impatiently for permission to do so, and the second he got it, he snatched up several apple slices and practically inhaled them through his scissor-like incisors. He moaned in pleasure for entirely a different reason than the fox had earlier. He was starving.

Once he was finished with his handful, Jake went straight for the strawberry milkshake, both to wash down the apples and to clear his palette of certain unpleasant flavors that still lingered. He guzzled a third of the glass, and even as he was setting it back down, he was reaching for a slice of bread to use as a makeshift scoop for the cheesy pasta. He was downright ravenous, but undeniably grateful, moaning between every mouthful and huffing for air.

The fox smiled as the bunny tore through the food he’d provided. Rabbit’s were no stranger to him. He’d broken in young buck’s and doe’s before Jake and besides them, he had a few friends among their kind. They ate often, due to an abnormally high metabolism, so Johnathan was more than ready for it.

But even so, he couldn’t help but be a little manipulative about his meals. While cow’s typically were accepted to donate breast milk for consumer products, such as cheese, due to their incredibly high natural production, it was far more uncommon for any other species to do the same.

It just so happened that the milk provided for this cheese had come from a vixen. He chuckled a bit and couldn’t help but ask, “How is it? The cheese good? Like the bread? I made it myself.” He figured a bit of nice conversation couldn’t hurt to relax the boy, though he doubted he’d get a clear answer out of him.

Jake had been a mindless eating machine right up until Johnathan made himself known again by speaking. Then his eating slowed drastically and eventually came to a pause as he looked up at the fox still looming over him while he enjoyed his meal. His brows furrowed slightly, then sagged, and eventually he answered, “I’th good.”

He still had a mouthful of food, which he promptly swallowed and slowly returned to eating. This time he was far less enthusiastic about it, but he continued to devour his dinner steadily, determined not to leave a single scrap behind. Now that he was fully aware of the fox’s presence though, his instincts were on alert, and his guard, as well as his hackles, had risen in defense. It was all automatic. He couldn’t have stopped it if he’d tried. And Johnathan ignorantly assumed it was by choice.

Though he wasn’t looking to have a conversation with his kidnapper, he had the growing urge to enlighten him to his plight. And eventually, while he was spooning a piece of bread and some pasta into his mouth, he found the courage to do it.

“I cann...” he started to say, before he stopped to swallow and speak more clearly, “I can’t help it, y’know… b-being scared, I mean…”

The fox sighed and said, “Instinct’s are pretty powerful huh? You aren’t the first one I’ve met who feels that way.” He smiled and said, “Believe it or not, it is possible to override and calm those instinctive fears. I used to be terrified of bloodhounds, but I got over it. Since then, I’ve had several of them as friends and partners.”

He rubbed the top of Jake’s head and waited patiently for him to finish eating. It took a little while longer, but eventually, there was nothing else on his plate he could delay matters with anymore. When all the food was gone, Johnathan took the tray back from him and wiped his mouth gently with a napkin before saying, “Those fears are mostly irrational Jake, a holdover from our days in the wild. I’m not like those animals of old.”

He smiled and turned to take the tray away, telling Jake to get ready for bed, as he had a long day ahead tomorrow. With that, he disappeared through the door to head for the kitchen, closing and locking it behind him. He’d be back though...he still had one more thing he needed to do before he went to bed.

At first, Jake perked up when John seemed to acknowledge his condition, but as he continued on, his ears gradually started to droop, along with his expression. That line of reasoning was all too familiar to the buck. Probably because he’d heard in a million times, by teachers, bullies and fellow classmates. It was the catch-all reply for someone who didn’t understand his genetic disorder. He wanted to correct the fox, but by the time he’d finished, the moment of confidence had passed.

Sulking quietly, he returned to his meal until nothing remained. Not even the juices that stained the dishes were left, since he’d fastidiously licked every surface to prolong his meal. Unfortunately, it was a losing battle, and eventually the tray way taken away. He flinched recoiled slightly when the napkin was used to wipe his face, bewildered by the uncharacteristically paternal gesture. The words that followed however made the buck scowl again. He promptly huffed indignantly and crossed his arms.

Under his breath he muttered, “I know that!”

Looking away, he scowled at his newly made bed while the fox whisked the tray away with parting instructions and a worrying reminder. After the door had closed behind him, it clicked suspiciously and Jake scowl turned into an anxious frown. Was he just locked in? Did he lock the door? Jumping to his feet, the rabbit shuffled to the other side of the room, grasping the handle lightly and jiggling it carefully to test it. He whined when it failed to turn.

Backing away, the buck then searched for the nearest window, checking each of the three for any sort of latch or mechanism by which he could open them. But all of them were designed not to open. And even if they had been, there was no way he’d get through the steel mesh just beyond the glass. His hopes for escape were crushed before they even had a chance. This was the first time he’d been alone in this room since waking up, and there was nothing he could do but… exactly what he was told to do.

Jake let out a defeated sigh and trudged back to his bed. Plopping down on it, he flopped onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. He was lost. Hopelessly lost. No way home. Just like the mantra said. Who was he to argue.

Taking a deep breath, Jake sat up again, propped up on his arms for a moment before hopping down from the bed to pull back the covers. At least he could have some semblance of protection in the form of a blanket, if he was no longer going to be allowed to have clothes. He’d have to ask about that… The buck yawned and climbed into the bed again, gently slipping beneath the sheets and kicking them closer so he could pull them over his naked body. Then he flopped onto the pillow with a huff and greeted the ceiling again.

He hadn’t realized just how tired he was until now, but his eyelids were already beginning to grow heavy, and his thoughts gradually scattered into obscurity. It wasn’t instantaneous, but in a matter of minutes, Jake had drifted off into a light slumber and was snoozing away shortly after that.

As the young boy finally drifted to sleep, the plan of the fox would be put into action. After an hour or so, a small camera lowered from the ceiling, the same one he would use when Jake was working to ensure his clients were behaving themselves. The cub seemed to be asleep, but he wasn’t sure how deep of a sleeper he actually was. He gave it another hour before he finally acted.

Sliding out of his office chair, he made his way out of his office and back up the stairs to the bedrooms, heading down the hall towards the room that Jake slept in. With all the stealth he could muster, he gently unlocked the door and peered inside, spotting the cub still asleep in his bed, the fox’s golden eyes seeming to glow in the dim light.

He slid into the room and shut the door, making his way over towards the bed and kneeling down, reaching under the bed to grab the bulky, but extremely durable radio/Cd-player combo he’d put there earlier. Setting it on the nightstand, being careful not to knock the lamp over, he turned the volume down to nothing and plugged it in.

Turning the device on, he switched it over to the CD-player and put the new CD into it, closing the lid and slowly turning up the volume. He repeated pushed the back button when the sound started to come through the speakers, adjusting the volume until it was loud enough to be heard, but not so loud as to awaken the sleeping cub.

The fox even put his head under the blankets, just to confirm that he could still hear it with his head covered, though muffled, the words were still distinct. He set the CD to loop for 8 hours, so that it wouldn’t bother the cub when he woke up...hopefully, and then hit the play button after once again restarting the CD.

He smiled as the soft natural sounds began to roll from the speakers, the sounds of a forest, something that would capture the cub’s feral instinct prone mind and increase his attentiveness. He bent down and kissed the buck softly before leaving as quietly as he’d entered, locking the door behind him.

Soon enough though, his mellow, accented voice came over the stereo, not unlike a night time DJ, talking to his audience, but instead of the words typically heard by DJ’s, of encouragement and hope, his words were poison, meant for a different purpose entirely.

“Hello there Jake...your Master commands you to listen and learn. You are where you belong, your life is meant only to pleasure other males. You are not afraid of Predators, predators are strong, they can protect you, keep you safe. You are not meant to be a boy, boy’s are strong, you are weak. You are a girly boy, you butt is meant only to be used and abused. Your balls are worthless, they deserve to be beaten and popped. You want your cock beaten and abused, you want your balls tortured and broken. The pain is good, you like it. It makes you horny. You deserve to be spanked, you are a worthless little slave who pretends to be a boy. You love cum, it’s so tasty and rewarding. You crave having cock in your butt and mouth. Your throat is meant to be used. You want to wear girly clothes, you want to dress slutty. You won’t fear being eaten, Master will keep you safe. Predators are good and will protect you…”

The recording looped back here, repeating the mantra again, drilling into Jake’s ears the words that his active mind would easily fight and resist. The words that degraded his place as a male, made him less than he was. Words that tried to encourage the buck to want his balls popped and his cock tortured, words that assured him that he was safe around predators.

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