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This is a wonderful Christmas themed comm written last July for the wonderfu lagunacrale, go check him out", "writing": "What the hell is this? In front of me was some sort of large bubble. I could barely see the top and I could definitely not see what was inside. It took me three days to get here on foot after some half-drunk farmer submitted a report to the guild of something strange out here by the border.\n\nThe guild master so graciously handed this job down to a humble ferret like myself since I didn’t have anyone to spend the holidays with. At least it's extra coin for some ale when I get back to the city. Though, I was guilty of celebrating a bit too early and buying a few casks of ale beforehand.\n\nWinter was a tough time, and ale was sometimes an adventurer’s best friend; and a farmer’s too if the stories of the drunken farmer barging half naked into the guild earlier this week was to be believed.\n\nWho knew winter out here would be so cold, colder than the city at least. I could only shudder at the thought of being so exposed to the elements, I could feel my brown and cream fur shudder in the cold. I already had a thick coat of fur, and the parka did little to help with the cold. At least I had a bit more of ale leftover, and I took another swig from my flask before proceeding to inspect the bubble.\n\nI got to say, the farmer was probably less drunk than I was right now, as I elected to push my head through the bubble. I didn’t know what to expect to be honest, for it to pop? To be filled with water maybe? But seeing some sort of winter village would not have been something I would have guessed.\n\nCheery tiny music filled my ear as I pressed my head forward, I immediately pulled my head back to make sure I was seeing right. Outside the bubble, all I could hear was the sound of silence as snow continued to fall all around me. Pressing my head back in, I was greeted once more by the same cheery music.\n\nLooking around, I was behind some sort of building. I pulled my sled through the bubble too and hid it behind the building. Didn’t want to attract much attention, wherever I was.\n\nSnowfall was lighter here under the bubble, it seemed like whatever that bubble was protected whatever was inside it. I carefully looked around corners, everything seemed normal and quiet, save for the cheerful music. This looked like any normal town, that is until I came upon the town square.\n\nThe music was loudest here, some sort of strange boxes producing the sound, yet those magical tools weren’t what caught my eye, but the large statue at the center of the square. A large ten-foot statue of some sort of otter in strange attire stood tall and proud in the city center, and only one word could be seen on its base in bold black lettering; Darkwater.\n\nI shuddered at the thought of what kind of person could have such a garish display of self-worth. I bet I could barely afford to get something even one tenth of its size. I instinctively took another swig of my flask before moving on and trying to look at the stalls that were starting to open up.\n\nThe blacksmith was first to open as I felt a swathe of warmth was over me; its forge started firing up, almost filling the entire square in its languid warmth. The square felt like the best place to seek answers, and merchants are always up for striking a conversation.\n\n“Good morrow” the closest stall that seemed to be opening was one selling an assortment of candied goods “Oooh, sweets, how much?”\n\nThe sweets gave off a certain warmth, certainly freshly made. They gave off a sweet smell that wafted in the air as if enticing me to buy them. They smelt of cinnamon, ginger and sugar, something surely made for the holidays.\n\n“You’re not from around here, are you?” The fox behind the stall was short in stature, yet seemed to eye me like some sort of prey “We don’t get many visitors here”\n\nI suddenly felt even more out of place as other setting up stalls began to look in our direction. I felt like a lost pup who barely knew where I was going with how they were looking at me. I did not like this town.\n\n“Yes I’m not from around here” I fumble around my pockets for a few worn paper bills “Will this cover one of your whatever these things are?”\n\n\n\n\nThe strange candies on the fox’s stall were the last thing on my mind, but I learned that buying something was the fast track to getting answers in any situation.\n\n“Your big city money ain’t do any good here” The fox then proceeded to pull out a shiny silver coin with the face of an otter plastered on one side “Here in Darkwater, this is the kind of coin we take”\n\nLooks like buying some answers was out of the question. I furled my brow deep in thought, thinking about what to do next. Though the fox coughing behind his stall caught my attention more than anything.\n\n“City money may not all be good here, but we do make exceptions for some coins” The man behind the stall winked in m direction “It may not be a Darkwater coin, but if it's the same weight, coin is still coin for some of us here”\n\nI curtly nod before turning around to take a closer look at some of the other stalls. As the day went on, more and more stalls were set up, more and more festive trees and decorations of green and red were put up. These people really liked to celebrate the season, didn't they?\n\nAll felt normal, minus the strange sense of xenophobia, that is until I saw a fur fixing up a cart. Now any sensible citizen fixing up their cart and filling it with goods was commonplace in any city; but one often didn’t do it in the nude, especially in the biting winter cold like this.\n\n“Mind putting on some pants?” My flask was long gone and empty at this point, yet I still had the confidence to strike up a conversation no matter how awkward the situation seemed. I was only returned a questioning glance and cock of the head from the strange naked wolf “Let me help you”\n\nI quickly help the lupine carry boxes from his stall to his cart. This close I could get a closer look at the strange wolf. His attire, or lack thereof, consisted of ramshackle irons covering his ankles and wrists; a similar piece of iron covered his neck and a small metal cap where his cock should’ve been. I shuddered at the thought of wearing such metal in the cold.\n\n“Here, take this” I pull out an old one of my extra scarves. I didn’t need it right now, but the wolf looks like he sure did. “Don’t want you watching a cold now do we?”\n\nI laugh at my own joke, all the while the wolf seemed to panic at the prospect of the scarf, they quickly ran away down some back alley, leaving the cart they’ve been filling for who knows what reason. Well, that was one way of saying thank you.\n\nI finished loading the cart, it was the least I could do for the strange wolf. Just hope he wears the scarf at least. If I didn't know any better, I’d say he was a slave rather than a wolf with a strange sense of fashion.\n\nAfter reminiscing about the wolf, I started noticing more and more furs in a similar state of dress out and about. The sight of these furs doing daily menial tasks in their current state assured me they were all slaves. All naked, all male, and all caged between the legs. Something was going on in this town and I needed to find out more.\n\nI decided to regroup in the town center, maybe by the statue. As I rounded the stall from before again, I came face to face with a strange sight. A horse drawn carriage had made its way to the front of the town’s statue.\n\nAnd when I say horse drawn, quite literally horse drawn. Two massive equines stood at the front of the carriage, both wore nothing but irons similar to the wolf from before but both had iron bits between their mouths and their crotches sported much larger pieces of iron.\n\nI couldn’t help but stare at the two as their current state of dress left nothing to the imagination. I could even feel my own loins stirring just thinking about how lithe their bodies were. How the light around us seemed to dance of their rippling muscles and their heavy balls on full display. Heck I could probably even smell their musk from across the square!\n\n“Ahem!” a voice beside me suddenly chimed, almost making me jump out of my own fur “Excuse me, but if you would please stop ogling at my carriage, that would be wonderful”\n\nAfter finally calming down, I had to take a look at who the carriage’s so-called “owner” was. Standing before me was a tall imposing otter clad in a sleek black suit and carrying a cane. Plain was one word to describe him, simple brown fur with a cream accent, yet his eyes seemed to carry some sort of power behind them.\n\n“Ah I’m sorry” I didn’t know why I was apologizing I was just looking, nothing wrong with looking, especially when they’re naked for all to see “And may I ask, who are you?”\n\nHe wasn’t as tall as the two horses in front of his carriage, yet he felt more imposing, more powerful. I could feel an aura of confidence in the otter that stood before me, like that of a lord or a royal. Basically, someone not to be messed with.\n\n“Why I’m the fine mayor of Darkwater, er I mean mayor of the fine town of Darkwater” There was a certain eloquence in his voice, like the feeling of wine on a cold evening sliding down one’s throat “None other than the illustrious Vandris Darkwater, nice to meet you”\n\n\n\n\nWe were both standing in front of the statue, and I had to make a double take just to compare the two. The statue was a spitting image of the otter before me, Darkwater eh? So, this was the big shot running the place, the big shot big enough to get a statue of his own likeness in the center of town\n\n“And you fine young adventurer” Vandris’ tone suddenly changed as he pointed his cane in my direction like an accusing finger “What brings you to my fine town?”\n\n\n\n\nAh, there it is, the big old mayor pointing an accusing finger, err cane, at the newcomer. This town seems to hide its fair share of secrets. And all the naked slaves running about was another red flag entirely.\n\n“I’m just an adventurer passing through” The less he knows of my mission the better, who knew what a town like this was hiding just to keep themselves a secret from the outside “Saw the big ol’ bubble and decided to pop in for a quick stroll”\n\n“Hmmm, how interesting,” Vandris lowered his cane and proceeded to walk circles around me, as if inspecting me. I felt his eyes scan my very being, as if they were seeing beyond my very clothes. I suddenly felt naked as he continued to stare at me.\n\n“Well, if you’ll excuse me” I say quickly trying to get away from the suspicious otter “I’ve got an appointment in the next hidden town over”\n\nI tried to briskly walk away, only to be flanked by the two imposing stallions from before. Both were larger up close, especially since I got a faceful of equine pecs after planting face first into one.\n\nI lost my balance as I made contact with one of the stallions and immediately felt a large pair of hands grab me by the arms. I tried to stand up, get back on my feet, but the horses had different plans.\n\n“Let me go!” I was suddenly raised by my arms right then and there. My feet could barely touch the ground in my current position. I could only flail about and writhe in their herculean grip as I watched the otter get ever so closer “Get back!”\n\n“Now, I don’t take kindly to outsiders” There was an intense aura coming off of Vandris, I felt my voice lump in my throat just trying to get a say in the situation “Especially outsiders who try and meddle in affairs far bigger than they are”\n“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” I scream still flailing in the air between the two stallions. This close to the two, I felt my head swirl as their masculine smell proceeded to invade my senses.\n\n“Oh, I know all about the capital sending someone out here to investigate” There was a condescending tone in Vandris’ voice as he spoke “I know all about some stray farmer seeing our town, it was only a matter of time before the capital found my little slice of paradise”\n\n“I don’t know what you’re talking about” I continued to struggle more now that I knew this place was bad news, the slaves were a start but this guy sounded insane “I’m just passing through!”\n\n“I saw you give that wolven slave a scarf” Vandris was fuming at this point, veins practically popping out of his head from anger “I saw you give him a scarf”\n\n“So, what, what’s a piece of cloth got to do with this?” I was genuinely perplexed, that is until I remembered they were slaves, they were all slaves; every last fur I saw naked living their lives probably as a slave to this town and to Vandris.\n\n“NO ONE GIVES SLAVES GIFTS!” Vandris practically exploded in anger, his voice bellowing all throughout the town square. Stalls suddenly began closing and people hurried hid in their homes “Slaves don’t deserve gifts, not unless I say so”\n\nSuddenly Vandris was back to his cold demeanor, calm and collected. He slicked back his hair, putting it back in place before turning around, and walking. I could only see the sway of his long tail, but I knew I was in deep shit.\n\n“We’ve had outsiders here before” Vandris walked towards the blacksmith’s forge and the horses followed with me still in tow “Know this, you are not the first, nor the last”\nHe barely looked at me as he spoke, all the while a kindly looking rabbit came out of the building before us. He bowed before Vandris with reverence, not uncommon when speaking with a lord, but the iron collar wrapped around the rabbit’s neck said it was more than reverence.\n\n“Hello, rabbit, we have a new guest with us” Vandris waved in my general direction, to which the rabbit only gave a knowing nod before going back into his hovel “His name is… I don’t know actually, nor do I care. Just fire up the forge, you know the drill.\n\nI continued to struggle, hoping to free myself from the horses’ iron grips, yet soon I was forced onto my back onto an anvil. The anvil was strange, in the sense there were iron rings at its four corners, all of which were aptly locked onto my wrists and ankles, forcing me into some sort of spread-eagle position.\n\n“Do get the brand ready, the special one this time” the blasted otter was gingerly sitting on a chair the rabbit pulled out, curtly waiting as if he was waiting at a cafe. I couldn’t help but struggle further as his sly smile irked my vision.\n\nThe forge itself was somewhere to my left while Vandris sat to my right. I could hear he was actually sipping as he waited for the forge to heat up. I looked around, the only exit being flanked by the two horses and a door leading who knows where.\n\nI was trapped, I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I could wager a guess as the rabbit began pulling out metal rings and brands from behind his tools. I had to escape! There was no way I was going to become some perverted lord’s little plaything!\n\nVandris continued to sip his tea, as if waiting for me to tire myself out. It seems his patience outweighed my stamina as soon I was a panting mess on the table, splayed and unable to move, my muscles practically cramping from the strain. I could do nothing but watch as the pompous lord finished his tea, smirking as he stood and removed his coat.\n\n“Now, I’ve never had a ferret before” a smooth velvety finger ran itself over my chest, the layers of clothes I had on doing little to comfort me from his touch “Not one in the town you know”\n\nI returned his try at banter with a silent glare, one he happily took continuing to play with my body. The feeling of his hands running along my body, snaking under my clothes left me hot and bothered. The intimate touch brought warmth to my body, which was welcome compared to the cold and freezing wind of the winter wonderland outside.\n\nSuddenly he pulled a small blade from his pocket, its metal glinting in the forge’s ambient light. I felt my heart race as he quickly pressed the blade to my neck. I held my breath, only to feel the blade cut into my clothes. Soon my thick layers of winter wear were cut to ribbons before my very eyes. The cold felt more palpable now as it seemed to embrace my entire body.\n\n“Now, that’s a nice color of fur” I felt his hands now, caressing my now bare chest, I was left in nothing but my underwear as his fingers ran laps around my chest and belly “What a nice cream color, I wonder how it would look against the snow”\n\n\n\n\nI couldn’t help but squirm under his touch, my member reacting more than I wanted. I closed my eyes, focusing on what this otter was before me, a monster, a slaver, a master. That singular word rang through my mind, I didn’t know if it was his hands or how I was laid bare for him to see, but I felt more blood rush to my cock than I wanted too.\n\n“Ooh, and it seems our little friend wants to play too!” I felt his hands slowly move to my loincloth, the soft velvety feel of his paw pads making me shiver “Too bad he won’t get to play much”\n\nThe cold breeze that came in brought a biting chill as it nipped at my fur. My loincloth was unceremoniously cut and thrown aside, leaving my hard cock on full display to this perverted lord before me. I couldn’t help but blush at how his hand fondled my balls and massaged my sheath, forcing my cock fully out of its furry burrow.\n\n“My oh my, it's quite small isn’t it” I was panting like a common dog as I felt his finger trace a line from the base of my cock to the tip of its tapered head “Not quite what I was expecting to be honest”\n\n“It’s not small!” it wasn’t small, at least I thought so “And it’s not about the size, but how you use it”\n\n“Glad you think that, though, even if that were the case, I don’t think there’s enough cock here to work with” Vandris let go of my cock, leaving it to bob in the air and me slowly instinctively humping into the cold empty air “Be quick blacksmith, I’d be sad if our little friend retreated back before we were done”\n\n“Why I… oughghgh” Suddenly I felt a piece of wood placed between my teeth, like some sort of gag. I continued to scream muffled curses at the otter, all while the rabbit proceeded to press some cold calipers around my balls and my sheath. The feeling of cold metal suddenly pressing against my bits made me practically jump in my bindings, giving the otter and his equine compatriots a quick laugh.\n\n“Jumpy one, aren’t we” Vandris patiently stood to the side of the rabbit, taking in the measurements as if eyeing a tailor’s work “Don’t worry, we’ll get you used to the cold yet”\n\nI felt my heart well up in my throat as the rabbit continued to gently handle my privates. I couldn’t say I didn’t like the attention my bits were getting, but I wished they were in a better context. As soon as the rabbit was finished, I breathed a sigh of relief.\n\nThe rabbit then proceeded to walk towards Vanrdris, he had to stand on his tip toes just to silently whisper something into his ear. I could only hope for the best as I was still unable to shout obscenities at the two with the gag still ever present in my mouth.\n\n“My little blacksmith here told me you are a bit under endowed” Vandris came closer, his face practically touching mine as he told me this, all while his other hand groped my balls “Though, I bet our smallest will fit you”\n\nThe measuring, the taunting, I finally put two and two together on why he was so interested in measuring me down there. I suddenly found new found energy as I struggled against my bonds once more, though it was futile as I was unable to move my shackles even an inch. I was not about to become some sort of chaste slave for these people.\n\n“Oh, feisty now are, finally figured out what’s going to happen, no?” I shuddered at the thought of what was going to happen, especially if the two horses were any indication “I told you I never had a ferret before, now I can finally have one”\n\nVandris words left a bitter taste in my mouth, talking about a ferret I mean me, like I was some sort of new plaything. The cold breeze felt even colder as I saw the Rabbit emerge from somewhere inside his forge carrying a tiny piece of metal that glinted in what little light we had. Though this piece of metal seemed even smaller than the one the wolf had between his legs.\n\n“I’m sure you know what this is and what’s going to happen” Vandris then proceeded to pluck the perverted cage from the rabbit’s hand, all before gingerly walking to the other end of the table “Now be a good boy and hold still, wouldn’t want us to have a little accident now do we?”\n\nI could feel his warm breath tickle my cock as he practically pressed his face against it. Though that second of ecstasy was soon replaced by pain as he grabbed and held tight to my balls. If I could close my legs I would’ve, but the only reaction the pain brought was my cock immediately shrinking back into its sheath, ready to be caged.\n\n“There there, all nice and flaccid now, are we?” I couldn’t see Vandris as he let go of my balls, though no relief cae as all I could imagine was his smug smile knowing what he did “Don’t worry, it was so small anyway, you couldn’t even fuck anything with it even if you tried!”\n\nI blushed, I knew it was true, even if I didn’t admit it. But that didn’t mean I had to lose access to my cock. I could feel some part of me shatter at the thought of never being able to get hard again; but there was some sort of relief that came with it, I don’t know why. Was it this town? Was it Vandris?\n\nWho knows, As the cold metal ring slowly slid over my sheath to rest at the base of my member, I shuddered. Was it out of the cold? Or was it pleasure, I felt, changed somehow. Thinking about Vandris’ smile once more eased my heart even if I didn’t want it to.\n\n“There, now doesn’t that feel better” a metal cap was then placed over my sheath, lining up with the ring from before, it felt a tad big for me, but I felt that I wouldn’t get hard anytime soon “We don’t need another useless cocklet running around do we?”\n\n“Quickly now, wouldn't’ want him getting hard again, don’t we?” Vandris seemed to be talking to the rabbit as I saw him scurry off next to Vandris holding a rod freshly pulled from the forge’s fire “Gently now, I want him caged not gelded”\n\nWarmth spread from the previously cold cage. A sudden surge of heat that felt welcome at first, that is until it became a searing heat that immediately dissipated as quickly as it came.\n\n“Done, it may be a bit too big, but it’ll fit” I felt the shackles holding my ankles get undone, leaving my legs free to move, but at this point, I just couldn’t find the strength to even kick Vandris in the face“Be glad we welded it shut rather than bolting it like the last time, who knew a barbarian could just rip metal bolts out without a hitch?”\n\n“MMMhhhpppmmm!” What do you mean welded, I couldn’t help but try and shout at the otter, the realization of how permanent this was pulling me from my stupor.\n\n“Now, now, no time for that, we have to prep you” Vandris then took hold of my newly free legs, raising them before hooking them to the ceiling in another pair of iron shackles; though these pair were hanging from the ceiling “We need everyone to know just what you are”\n\nThe rabbit came back, this time with a different metal rod. Its end was white hot, another sign of it freshly pulled from the fire, but unlike the previous rod, there was some sort of brand on its end. I could feel my heart sink as what it was, a brand; and not just any brand, but the white-hot iron was a brand of none other than the Darkwater sigil I saw back in the town square.\n\n“This’ll be quick now” The two horses flanked me once more, holding me down as Vandris eyed the piping hot brand in hand “But don’t let that stop you from screaming”\n\nScream I did, the gag did little work as I let out a guttural cry, metal searing into my flesh. I felt my fur burn at the first touch, singing away until the brand made its way to my flesh leaving its mark. It was mere seconds, yet it felt like eternity as I was marked as official Darkwater property. I felt Vandris pull away the brand and probably handing it back to the rabbit, yet the pain stayed.\n\nTears welled in my eyes; the pain still fresh in my memory as if the branding iron was still there. I glared at Vandris as he came closer to my face, my body still bound and helpless. I was humiliated, broken, marked, yet looking once more at Vandris’ face, my hatred started to dim like a candle in the wind. Just what was happening to me?\n\n“My my, now isn’t that better” A warm and silky hand caressed my chin, leaving me purring, pushing the thoughts of what I just went through to the back of my mind “You’re now officially Darkwater property, and by extension my property”\n\n“Now, we need to get your introduction underway!” Vandris continued to inspect my face, making me blush like I wasn’t already naked and bound in front of him “Boris, Edward, get the stocks ready, we need to introduce our little friend here to everyone in town!”\n\nI stared deep into his gaze as he held my face close. I couldn’t help but stare at his eyes, and knew it was all going to be ok. He was my master now, he was Vandris Darkwater, and I was a nameless slave. I did not deserve a name, but I did deserve to be his.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "What the hell is this? In front of me was some sort of large bubble. I could barely see the top and I could definitely not see what was inside. It took me three days to get here on foot after some half-drunk farmer submitted a report to the guild of something strange out here by the border.

The guild master so graciously handed this job down to a humble ferret like myself since I didn’t have anyone to spend the holidays with. At least it's extra coin for some ale when I get back to the city. Though, I was guilty of celebrating a bit too early and buying a few casks of ale beforehand.

Winter was a tough time, and ale was sometimes an adventurer’s best friend; and a farmer’s too if the stories of the drunken farmer barging half naked into the guild earlier this week was to be believed.

Who knew winter out here would be so cold, colder than the city at least. I could only shudder at the thought of being so exposed to the elements, I could feel my brown and cream fur shudder in the cold. I already had a thick coat of fur, and the parka did little to help with the cold. At least I had a bit more of ale leftover, and I took another swig from my flask before proceeding to inspect the bubble.

I got to say, the farmer was probably less drunk than I was right now, as I elected to push my head through the bubble. I didn’t know what to expect to be honest, for it to pop? To be filled with water maybe? But seeing some sort of winter village would not have been something I would have guessed.

Cheery tiny music filled my ear as I pressed my head forward, I immediately pulled my head back to make sure I was seeing right. Outside the bubble, all I could hear was the sound of silence as snow continued to fall all around me. Pressing my head back in, I was greeted once more by the same cheery music.

Looking around, I was behind some sort of building. I pulled my sled through the bubble too and hid it behind the building. Didn’t want to attract much attention, wherever I was.

Snowfall was lighter here under the bubble, it seemed like whatever that bubble was protected whatever was inside it. I carefully looked around corners, everything seemed normal and quiet, save for the cheerful music. This looked like any normal town, that is until I came upon the town square.

The music was loudest here, some sort of strange boxes producing the sound, yet those magical tools weren’t what caught my eye, but the large statue at the center of the square. A large ten-foot statue of some sort of otter in strange attire stood tall and proud in the city center, and only one word could be seen on its base in bold black lettering; Darkwater.

I shuddered at the thought of what kind of person could have such a garish display of self-worth. I bet I could barely afford to get something even one tenth of its size. I instinctively took another swig of my flask before moving on and trying to look at the stalls that were starting to open up.

The blacksmith was first to open as I felt a swathe of warmth was over me; its forge started firing up, almost filling the entire square in its languid warmth. The square felt like the best place to seek answers, and merchants are always up for striking a conversation.

“Good morrow” the closest stall that seemed to be opening was one selling an assortment of candied goods “Oooh, sweets, how much?”

The sweets gave off a certain warmth, certainly freshly made. They gave off a sweet smell that wafted in the air as if enticing me to buy them. They smelt of cinnamon, ginger and sugar, something surely made for the holidays.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” The fox behind the stall was short in stature, yet seemed to eye me like some sort of prey “We don’t get many visitors here”

I suddenly felt even more out of place as other setting up stalls began to look in our direction. I felt like a lost pup who barely knew where I was going with how they were looking at me. I did not like this town.

“Yes I’m not from around here” I fumble around my pockets for a few worn paper bills “Will this cover one of your whatever these things are?”




The strange candies on the fox’s stall were the last thing on my mind, but I learned that buying something was the fast track to getting answers in any situation.

“Your big city money ain’t do any good here” The fox then proceeded to pull out a shiny silver coin with the face of an otter plastered on one side “Here in Darkwater, this is the kind of coin we take”

Looks like buying some answers was out of the question. I furled my brow deep in thought, thinking about what to do next. Though the fox coughing behind his stall caught my attention more than anything.

“City money may not all be good here, but we do make exceptions for some coins” The man behind the stall winked in m direction “It may not be a Darkwater coin, but if it's the same weight, coin is still coin for some of us here”

I curtly nod before turning around to take a closer look at some of the other stalls. As the day went on, more and more stalls were set up, more and more festive trees and decorations of green and red were put up. These people really liked to celebrate the season, didn't they?

All felt normal, minus the strange sense of xenophobia, that is until I saw a fur fixing up a cart. Now any sensible citizen fixing up their cart and filling it with goods was commonplace in any city; but one often didn’t do it in the nude, especially in the biting winter cold like this.

“Mind putting on some pants?” My flask was long gone and empty at this point, yet I still had the confidence to strike up a conversation no matter how awkward the situation seemed. I was only returned a questioning glance and cock of the head from the strange naked wolf “Let me help you”

I quickly help the lupine carry boxes from his stall to his cart. This close I could get a closer look at the strange wolf. His attire, or lack thereof, consisted of ramshackle irons covering his ankles and wrists; a similar piece of iron covered his neck and a small metal cap where his cock should’ve been. I shuddered at the thought of wearing such metal in the cold.

“Here, take this” I pull out an old one of my extra scarves. I didn’t need it right now, but the wolf looks like he sure did. “Don’t want you watching a cold now do we?”

I laugh at my own joke, all the while the wolf seemed to panic at the prospect of the scarf, they quickly ran away down some back alley, leaving the cart they’ve been filling for who knows what reason. Well, that was one way of saying thank you.

I finished loading the cart, it was the least I could do for the strange wolf. Just hope he wears the scarf at least. If I didn't know any better, I’d say he was a slave rather than a wolf with a strange sense of fashion.

After reminiscing about the wolf, I started noticing more and more furs in a similar state of dress out and about. The sight of these furs doing daily menial tasks in their current state assured me they were all slaves. All naked, all male, and all caged between the legs. Something was going on in this town and I needed to find out more.

I decided to regroup in the town center, maybe by the statue. As I rounded the stall from before again, I came face to face with a strange sight. A horse drawn carriage had made its way to the front of the town’s statue.

And when I say horse drawn, quite literally horse drawn. Two massive equines stood at the front of the carriage, both wore nothing but irons similar to the wolf from before but both had iron bits between their mouths and their crotches sported much larger pieces of iron.

I couldn’t help but stare at the two as their current state of dress left nothing to the imagination. I could even feel my own loins stirring just thinking about how lithe their bodies were. How the light around us seemed to dance of their rippling muscles and their heavy balls on full display. Heck I could probably even smell their musk from across the square!

“Ahem!” a voice beside me suddenly chimed, almost making me jump out of my own fur “Excuse me, but if you would please stop ogling at my carriage, that would be wonderful”

After finally calming down, I had to take a look at who the carriage’s so-called “owner” was. Standing before me was a tall imposing otter clad in a sleek black suit and carrying a cane. Plain was one word to describe him, simple brown fur with a cream accent, yet his eyes seemed to carry some sort of power behind them.

“Ah I’m sorry” I didn’t know why I was apologizing I was just looking, nothing wrong with looking, especially when they’re naked for all to see “And may I ask, who are you?”

He wasn’t as tall as the two horses in front of his carriage, yet he felt more imposing, more powerful. I could feel an aura of confidence in the otter that stood before me, like that of a lord or a royal. Basically, someone not to be messed with.

“Why I’m the fine mayor of Darkwater, er I mean mayor of the fine town of Darkwater” There was a certain eloquence in his voice, like the feeling of wine on a cold evening sliding down one’s throat “None other than the illustrious Vandris Darkwater, nice to meet you”




We were both standing in front of the statue, and I had to make a double take just to compare the two. The statue was a spitting image of the otter before me, Darkwater eh? So, this was the big shot running the place, the big shot big enough to get a statue of his own likeness in the center of town

“And you fine young adventurer” Vandris’ tone suddenly changed as he pointed his cane in my direction like an accusing finger “What brings you to my fine town?”




Ah, there it is, the big old mayor pointing an accusing finger, err cane, at the newcomer. This town seems to hide its fair share of secrets. And all the naked slaves running about was another red flag entirely.

“I’m just an adventurer passing through” The less he knows of my mission the better, who knew what a town like this was hiding just to keep themselves a secret from the outside “Saw the big ol’ bubble and decided to pop in for a quick stroll”

“Hmmm, how interesting,” Vandris lowered his cane and proceeded to walk circles around me, as if inspecting me. I felt his eyes scan my very being, as if they were seeing beyond my very clothes. I suddenly felt naked as he continued to stare at me.

“Well, if you’ll excuse me” I say quickly trying to get away from the suspicious otter “I’ve got an appointment in the next hidden town over”

I tried to briskly walk away, only to be flanked by the two imposing stallions from before. Both were larger up close, especially since I got a faceful of equine pecs after planting face first into one.

I lost my balance as I made contact with one of the stallions and immediately felt a large pair of hands grab me by the arms. I tried to stand up, get back on my feet, but the horses had different plans.

“Let me go!” I was suddenly raised by my arms right then and there. My feet could barely touch the ground in my current position. I could only flail about and writhe in their herculean grip as I watched the otter get ever so closer “Get back!”

“Now, I don’t take kindly to outsiders” There was an intense aura coming off of Vandris, I felt my voice lump in my throat just trying to get a say in the situation “Especially outsiders who try and meddle in affairs far bigger than they are”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” I scream still flailing in the air between the two stallions. This close to the two, I felt my head swirl as their masculine smell proceeded to invade my senses.

“Oh, I know all about the capital sending someone out here to investigate” There was a condescending tone in Vandris’ voice as he spoke “I know all about some stray farmer seeing our town, it was only a matter of time before the capital found my little slice of paradise”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” I continued to struggle more now that I knew this place was bad news, the slaves were a start but this guy sounded insane “I’m just passing through!”

“I saw you give that wolven slave a scarf” Vandris was fuming at this point, veins practically popping out of his head from anger “I saw you give him a scarf”

“So, what, what’s a piece of cloth got to do with this?” I was genuinely perplexed, that is until I remembered they were slaves, they were all slaves; every last fur I saw naked living their lives probably as a slave to this town and to Vandris.

“NO ONE GIVES SLAVES GIFTS!” Vandris practically exploded in anger, his voice bellowing all throughout the town square. Stalls suddenly began closing and people hurried hid in their homes “Slaves don’t deserve gifts, not unless I say so”

Suddenly Vandris was back to his cold demeanor, calm and collected. He slicked back his hair, putting it back in place before turning around, and walking. I could only see the sway of his long tail, but I knew I was in deep shit.

“We’ve had outsiders here before” Vandris walked towards the blacksmith’s forge and the horses followed with me still in tow “Know this, you are not the first, nor the last”
He barely looked at me as he spoke, all the while a kindly looking rabbit came out of the building before us. He bowed before Vandris with reverence, not uncommon when speaking with a lord, but the iron collar wrapped around the rabbit’s neck said it was more than reverence.

“Hello, rabbit, we have a new guest with us” Vandris waved in my general direction, to which the rabbit only gave a knowing nod before going back into his hovel “His name is… I don’t know actually, nor do I care. Just fire up the forge, you know the drill.

I continued to struggle, hoping to free myself from the horses’ iron grips, yet soon I was forced onto my back onto an anvil. The anvil was strange, in the sense there were iron rings at its four corners, all of which were aptly locked onto my wrists and ankles, forcing me into some sort of spread-eagle position.

“Do get the brand ready, the special one this time” the blasted otter was gingerly sitting on a chair the rabbit pulled out, curtly waiting as if he was waiting at a cafe. I couldn’t help but struggle further as his sly smile irked my vision.

The forge itself was somewhere to my left while Vandris sat to my right. I could hear he was actually sipping as he waited for the forge to heat up. I looked around, the only exit being flanked by the two horses and a door leading who knows where.

I was trapped, I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I could wager a guess as the rabbit began pulling out metal rings and brands from behind his tools. I had to escape! There was no way I was going to become some perverted lord’s little plaything!

Vandris continued to sip his tea, as if waiting for me to tire myself out. It seems his patience outweighed my stamina as soon I was a panting mess on the table, splayed and unable to move, my muscles practically cramping from the strain. I could do nothing but watch as the pompous lord finished his tea, smirking as he stood and removed his coat.

“Now, I’ve never had a ferret before” a smooth velvety finger ran itself over my chest, the layers of clothes I had on doing little to comfort me from his touch “Not one in the town you know”

I returned his try at banter with a silent glare, one he happily took continuing to play with my body. The feeling of his hands running along my body, snaking under my clothes left me hot and bothered. The intimate touch brought warmth to my body, which was welcome compared to the cold and freezing wind of the winter wonderland outside.

Suddenly he pulled a small blade from his pocket, its metal glinting in the forge’s ambient light. I felt my heart race as he quickly pressed the blade to my neck. I held my breath, only to feel the blade cut into my clothes. Soon my thick layers of winter wear were cut to ribbons before my very eyes. The cold felt more palpable now as it seemed to embrace my entire body.

“Now, that’s a nice color of fur” I felt his hands now, caressing my now bare chest, I was left in nothing but my underwear as his fingers ran laps around my chest and belly “What a nice cream color, I wonder how it would look against the snow”




I couldn’t help but squirm under his touch, my member reacting more than I wanted. I closed my eyes, focusing on what this otter was before me, a monster, a slaver, a master. That singular word rang through my mind, I didn’t know if it was his hands or how I was laid bare for him to see, but I felt more blood rush to my cock than I wanted too.

“Ooh, and it seems our little friend wants to play too!” I felt his hands slowly move to my loincloth, the soft velvety feel of his paw pads making me shiver “Too bad he won’t get to play much”

The cold breeze that came in brought a biting chill as it nipped at my fur. My loincloth was unceremoniously cut and thrown aside, leaving my hard cock on full display to this perverted lord before me. I couldn’t help but blush at how his hand fondled my balls and massaged my sheath, forcing my cock fully out of its furry burrow.

“My oh my, it's quite small isn’t it” I was panting like a common dog as I felt his finger trace a line from the base of my cock to the tip of its tapered head “Not quite what I was expecting to be honest”

“It’s not small!” it wasn’t small, at least I thought so “And it’s not about the size, but how you use it”

“Glad you think that, though, even if that were the case, I don’t think there’s enough cock here to work with” Vandris let go of my cock, leaving it to bob in the air and me slowly instinctively humping into the cold empty air “Be quick blacksmith, I’d be sad if our little friend retreated back before we were done”

“Why I… oughghgh” Suddenly I felt a piece of wood placed between my teeth, like some sort of gag. I continued to scream muffled curses at the otter, all while the rabbit proceeded to press some cold calipers around my balls and my sheath. The feeling of cold metal suddenly pressing against my bits made me practically jump in my bindings, giving the otter and his equine compatriots a quick laugh.

“Jumpy one, aren’t we” Vandris patiently stood to the side of the rabbit, taking in the measurements as if eyeing a tailor’s work “Don’t worry, we’ll get you used to the cold yet”

I felt my heart well up in my throat as the rabbit continued to gently handle my privates. I couldn’t say I didn’t like the attention my bits were getting, but I wished they were in a better context. As soon as the rabbit was finished, I breathed a sigh of relief.

The rabbit then proceeded to walk towards Vanrdris, he had to stand on his tip toes just to silently whisper something into his ear. I could only hope for the best as I was still unable to shout obscenities at the two with the gag still ever present in my mouth.

“My little blacksmith here told me you are a bit under endowed” Vandris came closer, his face practically touching mine as he told me this, all while his other hand groped my balls “Though, I bet our smallest will fit you”

The measuring, the taunting, I finally put two and two together on why he was so interested in measuring me down there. I suddenly found new found energy as I struggled against my bonds once more, though it was futile as I was unable to move my shackles even an inch. I was not about to become some sort of chaste slave for these people.

“Oh, feisty now are, finally figured out what’s going to happen, no?” I shuddered at the thought of what was going to happen, especially if the two horses were any indication “I told you I never had a ferret before, now I can finally have one”

Vandris words left a bitter taste in my mouth, talking about a ferret I mean me, like I was some sort of new plaything. The cold breeze felt even colder as I saw the Rabbit emerge from somewhere inside his forge carrying a tiny piece of metal that glinted in what little light we had. Though this piece of metal seemed even smaller than the one the wolf had between his legs.

“I’m sure you know what this is and what’s going to happen” Vandris then proceeded to pluck the perverted cage from the rabbit’s hand, all before gingerly walking to the other end of the table “Now be a good boy and hold still, wouldn’t want us to have a little accident now do we?”

I could feel his warm breath tickle my cock as he practically pressed his face against it. Though that second of ecstasy was soon replaced by pain as he grabbed and held tight to my balls. If I could close my legs I would’ve, but the only reaction the pain brought was my cock immediately shrinking back into its sheath, ready to be caged.

“There there, all nice and flaccid now, are we?” I couldn’t see Vandris as he let go of my balls, though no relief cae as all I could imagine was his smug smile knowing what he did “Don’t worry, it was so small anyway, you couldn’t even fuck anything with it even if you tried!”

I blushed, I knew it was true, even if I didn’t admit it. But that didn’t mean I had to lose access to my cock. I could feel some part of me shatter at the thought of never being able to get hard again; but there was some sort of relief that came with it, I don’t know why. Was it this town? Was it Vandris?

Who knows, As the cold metal ring slowly slid over my sheath to rest at the base of my member, I shuddered. Was it out of the cold? Or was it pleasure, I felt, changed somehow. Thinking about Vandris’ smile once more eased my heart even if I didn’t want it to.

“There, now doesn’t that feel better” a metal cap was then placed over my sheath, lining up with the ring from before, it felt a tad big for me, but I felt that I wouldn’t get hard anytime soon “We don’t need another useless cocklet running around do we?”

“Quickly now, wouldn't’ want him getting hard again, don’t we?” Vandris seemed to be talking to the rabbit as I saw him scurry off next to Vandris holding a rod freshly pulled from the forge’s fire “Gently now, I want him caged not gelded”

Warmth spread from the previously cold cage. A sudden surge of heat that felt welcome at first, that is until it became a searing heat that immediately dissipated as quickly as it came.

“Done, it may be a bit too big, but it’ll fit” I felt the shackles holding my ankles get undone, leaving my legs free to move, but at this point, I just couldn’t find the strength to even kick Vandris in the face“Be glad we welded it shut rather than bolting it like the last time, who knew a barbarian could just rip metal bolts out without a hitch?”

“MMMhhhpppmmm!” What do you mean welded, I couldn’t help but try and shout at the otter, the realization of how permanent this was pulling me from my stupor.

“Now, now, no time for that, we have to prep you” Vandris then took hold of my newly free legs, raising them before hooking them to the ceiling in another pair of iron shackles; though these pair were hanging from the ceiling “We need everyone to know just what you are”

The rabbit came back, this time with a different metal rod. Its end was white hot, another sign of it freshly pulled from the fire, but unlike the previous rod, there was some sort of brand on its end. I could feel my heart sink as what it was, a brand; and not just any brand, but the white-hot iron was a brand of none other than the Darkwater sigil I saw back in the town square.

“This’ll be quick now” The two horses flanked me once more, holding me down as Vandris eyed the piping hot brand in hand “But don’t let that stop you from screaming”

Scream I did, the gag did little work as I let out a guttural cry, metal searing into my flesh. I felt my fur burn at the first touch, singing away until the brand made its way to my flesh leaving its mark. It was mere seconds, yet it felt like eternity as I was marked as official Darkwater property. I felt Vandris pull away the brand and probably handing it back to the rabbit, yet the pain stayed.

Tears welled in my eyes; the pain still fresh in my memory as if the branding iron was still there. I glared at Vandris as he came closer to my face, my body still bound and helpless. I was humiliated, broken, marked, yet looking once more at Vandris’ face, my hatred started to dim like a candle in the wind. Just what was happening to me?

“My my, now isn’t that better” A warm and silky hand caressed my chin, leaving me purring, pushing the thoughts of what I just went through to the back of my mind “You’re now officially Darkwater property, and by extension my property”

“Now, we need to get your introduction underway!” Vandris continued to inspect my face, making me blush like I wasn’t already naked and bound in front of him “Boris, Edward, get the stocks ready, we need to introduce our little friend here to everyone in town!”

I stared deep into his gaze as he held my face close. I couldn’t help but stare at his eyes, and knew it was all going to be ok. He was my master now, he was Vandris Darkwater, and I was a nameless slave. I did not deserve a name, but I did deserve to be his.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "An Otter's New Toy", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "198" }