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In a quiet suburb of San Francisco, some time in the future, is a quaintly named business that provides a very specialised service to its young furry clients. More than just a mere "bondage dungeon", the Salon du Yiff is a place where many young cubs and teens can feel safe, loved and validated.

But it's also the stage for tumultuous events that will change lives and make an entire society question itself when an abusive parent decides to make trouble.

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Okay folks, I don't know what happened here. It's possible InkBunny's preview window pooped its pants. Feel free to download the original document!

A much more porny affair than my usual projects, this older story returns thanks to "popular request". Part two will be uploaded very soon. Note: story codes and tags only apply to this part of the story. Overall, SDY features both genders and several kinks. Hope you all enjoy!", "writing": "[t]Salon Du Yiff![/t]\n\nSTRONG ADVISED that you download the .doc file and view this story as intended. InkBunny doesn't like me right now.\n\nDISCLAIMER: As the author of this fictional tale, I must enforce the fact that the characters are not humans and the world of SDY is a fictional one, a fantasy world very different from our own. I do not condone any illegal activity whatsoever and encourage readers to remember this is pure fantasy. \n\n[b]Foreword – 2016[/b]:\n\tThis story was originally published online almost ten years ago, as a side-project. I’m uploading it now in its current state with very minimal improvements but I have to stress that Salon du Yiff is not representative of my writing today. A lot has changed, and I grew up as a person and author in the long time between starting this story and now. The narration is bloviating and clumsy, and many little things make me roll my eyes now. Heck, I hate the word “yiff.” Regardless, I have a fondness for SdY, and apparently quite a few others do too. So here it is. I hope to return and finish this story at some time.\n\tWhile you might still enjoy this story, here is a warning: this story is not finished, and there are no plans to finish it in the immediate future.\n\tNote: contains bondage and some moderate weirdness, but you will find no watersports or scat or anything like that. Also, as with my other stories, consider all expressed political opinions to belong to the characters that express them, or the character from whose perspective the narration is written; it’s been nearly a decade since I wrote this, and I don’t need political debates sparking up about things I may not necessarily believe any more, and may never have.\n\n[b]Part I[/b]\n\n-------------------------------------------\n\nExcerpt from Ever Changing Fates, a 10th grade history text, published 6488.\n\n[q][i]“In the crisis and controversy that engulfed the world after the Sicilian Wars, the remaining superpowers agreed to take decisive action to prevent further rights abuses and acts of aggression. As a result of this world-wide resolution, a universal constitution was declared, bestowing rights upon furs, irrespective of their race, geographical location, religion and, more surprisingly at the time, age. Several rights were declared intrinsic to the sentient condition that had not been so universally recognized before. \nThus was the International Bill of Rights was scribed, to protect the ideals of liberty that the entire world could reasonably agree to at the time. \nIt was not easy at all for the delegates of all the countries of the world to decide which rights should be included. After ten years deliberation, pressure from both sides of the political spectrum and many diplomatically worded ultimatums, the world’s nations finally agreed to a liberal set of rules and rights. This, along with an international cultural paradigm shift towards personal liberty, was the birth of the rights of youth as it is known today.\nOf course, by extension of this, this meant children could consent to sexual activities. This was possibly the most hotly contested issue among the nations; it received much contention from conservatives, religious groups and those who believed children to be, in essence, mentally inadequate to handle even the barest freedoms. To combat the possible harms that could eventuate from this unprecedented amount of freedom given to children, widely regarded as naïve, and to placate the conservatives the delegation took further steps. In order to protect children from their inexperience without harming or denying them representation under the auspices of the most minimal principles of freedom, issues such as rape, kidnapping, coercion and contract law- especially with regards to youths- were broadly re-drafted to protect youth while allowing them as much personal freedom and franchise as possible.\nSex-education was expanded and greatly revised, leaving kits knowing far more than any other generation before them. All over the world, cultures started to adopt these new values, and despite continued protestations from religious groups and conservatives, social standards regarding sex changed radically over the following decade.\nThe conservative groups proclaimed it a farce, a grand lie that the world was possibly thriving under such lascivious, promiscuous conditions. We shall examine the issue further in the next chapter and activity section.”[/i][/q] – [u]Page 89, Chapter 6, The International Bill of Rights and The Controversy of Acceptance[/u]\n-------------------------------------------\n\n\n[b]The[/b] slamming of an apartment door rang out into the chilly streets of North Castro, San Francisco. As he fumbled with his keys, a young wolf’s breath played magically as mist in the air before him with every exhalation. It was one of the best things about waking early and enduring winter mornings, not that he ever really had trouble motivating himself for “work.”\nTwenty-three years old today, David O’Lasser was the owner of a small business known as “Salon du Yiff.” Established by David’s uncle almost two decades ago, the Salon was a BDSM dungeon that catered to, well, the younger deviants of the neighborhood.\nOh, David had fond memories of that time, so hazy and distant now. The hours of fun he, his brother, his cousins and his friends had, helping the burgeoning business get off the ground. Usually by offering to test all the equipment or helping the employees hone their skills.\nIt had been a crushing blow to the entire family when David’s uncle passed away five years ago, yet, it was revealed he had expressly left the Salon to his nephew in his will, “should he be willing to take on the burden of small business.” Despite his young age and study commitments, David was so willing. \nIt all seemed so much longer ago than the calendar said…\nToday, Salon du Yiff was a cheap pastime for kits with time to kill or an urge to alleviate. Growing up as he did, David had plenty of ideas to revolutionize the business and the scenarios for their clients. Usually, a kit would pay a small fee, and would be told a simple “secret” they had to keep, and then experienced “torturers” would try to get them to spill the beans. A fun twist on the idea of safe-words, and a starting point for many a scenario; and, of course, the victims had a say in their so-called torment!\nMuch to everyone’s surprise, after only a few years of David’s gifted management, the Salon had regulars of all ages, requesting all sorts of activities, from the tame to the extreme. From the intense role-players to the pleasure and thrill-seekers. On the surface, there was little difference between this place and any other such establishment, aside from the ages of the clientele.\nBut in truth, the awkwardly named Salon Du Yiff was much more than a mere BDSM dungeon. It was a place where some kits would spent nights away from home, away from abusive parents. And the staff always leant an ear to the troubled, and food to those hungry. Cooperation with other charities and protective services was the norm.\nAs far as David cared, not much in the world was more important than looking after the youth.\nHe started whistling tunelessly as he walked down the main road, still practically deserted in the grey light of an overcast dawn; padding briskly down the sidewalk in his jeans and jacket, worn sneakers treading noisily on the concrete, the unnecessary salt on the pavement crunching loudly under his soles…\nThe salon was nothing more than a simple building in the middle of the small strip mall, only a few blocks away from one of the most gaudy and ostentatious shopping malls in all of San Francisco. Even the strip mall itself was replete with pennons snapping American flags at the sky, neon signs and power-devouring television screens in windows.\nNot the salon. It stuck out almost in spite of all this. It was a three storey red brick building with a few French windows, with a basement and a simple sign across the entrance that said “Salon du Yiff” in cursive font and “Fun for Girls and Boys!” underneath it. David’s uncle was never one to feel the need to invent the wheel. Even if that meant his BDSM dungeon had a sign on it that looked like it belonged in an ice cream parlor. \nDavid sauntered around the brick building, making his way to the staff entrance, fumbling with the collection of keys in his pockets. To his surprise, three young cubs huddled around the small enclose, sharing body heat in the frigid morning. The three skinny arctic-fox brothers, despite their thick, luxurious winter coats, were shivering, wearing ill-fitting clothing.\n“Boys, what happened to you?” demanded David, startled. “I thought you were going home last night!”\nThe eldest arctic spoke up first, voice broken and quavering. “We did go,” he muttered. “Mom…” he paused and glanced at his siblings. \n“I’ve told you, you could stay here instead.” David pushed his sudden anger aside, smiling warmly at them. “What happened this time?”\n“Mom was drinking last night,” the youngest of the pups replied, wiping his eyes. “She screamed at us. She...” He also shot a pointed glance at the second eldest, who was staring at his paws, entwining fingers methodically as if it was some kind of interesting game.\nDavid’s lupine eyes clicked sharply up to the last kit’s face, looking for lesions or cuts. Bruises wouldn’t be seen under that pelt. The pup avoided his eyes, impassive.\n“Damn it!” He took out his keys and started fumbling with the lock on the door. “Boys, this can’t keep happening. You have to go to the cops.”\nThe eldest replied. “We can’t. You talked to us about that before!”\n“They’ll split us up…” whispered the youngest.\n“I’m sure that wouldn’t happen,” David scoffed, but he knew this was a pointless topic. The boys were utterly convinced they’d be sent to different foster homes if they reported their abusive mother. “Just remember that you can stay here if you need to.” He pushed the door open and walked in, clicking on the halogen lights from the wall switch. “Could at least give you a warm bed and good food. Hmm?”\nHe turned and saw the three children hesitating near the doorway. Trembling little bodies outlined against the grayish tinged pre-dawn street. “C-can we please come in, mister?” pleaded the littlest one. \n“Of course you can! Quick, get your tails in here. We’ll get you something warm to eat and out of those clothes.”\nThe kits stepped in, rubbing their hands and bodies to warm themselves. David looked back at them, pity welling up as a lump in his throat. “I’ll put the heating on in the main room so you can sit in front of it for a while, guys.”\nThe wolf hurried into the building’s large kitchen and reached for the light switch, the sun still rousing itself. But the lights flared on seemingly by themselves. Glancing over at the other entrance to the kitchen, he could see a short feline lady had her paw on the other bank of light switches. Smiling at him gently. \n“How are you this morning, Mister O’Lasser?” she enquired politely, turning and starting to pull bowls and ingredients out of the pantry.\n“Fine, Sarafina,” he responded shortly. “God, enough with the ‘mister’ crap, everyone. Did you know the boys were out there?”\nSarafina raised her paws to protest her innocence. “I had no idea,” she replied in her heavily accented, lilting voice. David had to admit he had no clue where Sarafina’s accent was from. Her second name, Mkobya, seemed African to him, but she never gave a straight answer when he asked about it. The savannah had worked at the small salon for over seven years now, and was the staff member that had stuck with David the longest. “I have been here for at least an hour, and they didn’t knock on the door.”\nSomething about that stung. They didn’t knock on the door?\n“It makes me sick. I want to punch their mother in her huge nose,” Sarafina added in a perfectly even tone. \n“You punch her, I’ll kick her,” the wolf growled deeply, “and then we can both do the world a favor by shooting her in the head. Hmph.” David stood, unclenching his fists, which had been like that for the past minute. “I just wish those kids would do something. Every time I suggest they talk to somebody else, they panic and babble about being separated.”\n“Maybe we need to report it ourselves.” The ginger feline poured some rice into a pot filled with simmering water. “What are you going to do now?”\n“We don’t have any real evidence yet, unless the kits testify and show their bruises. If they get up there and deny it all, we’ll probably get nowhere. Anyway, once those kits are done warming up and chowing down, you don’t need a crystal ball to predict what they’ll want next.”\nSarafina nodded knowingly, counting the list out on her fingers. “The rack, cages, spankings…” she paused and gave him a look. “Doesn’t it worry you that those three are so… uh, how do you say this? Extreme?”\n“I’m more worried about what happens when they go home. Compared to that, what we do must be nothing to them.” David started walking out of the kitchen. “Seriously, I get pissed off just thinking about this! How can anyone mistreat those kids?”\n“You’re a softy.” The feline mistress started digging through her stock for more ingredients for whatever recondite rice dish she was throwing together. “You make a living hitting cubs with whips, tying them up, putting them in cages and all that nonsense but you’re just softer than margarine.”\n“Shh!!” David said, feigning anxiety. “What if people hear? We’ve got a reputation here, Sarafina!”\nThe cat just regarded him warmly with a blithe smile. “Get out of my kitchen, David. I make them breakfast, you go make them happy.”\n\nScarcely a few buildings down the road, a fox boy was leading a reluctant raccoon down the street by his arm.\n“Danny, my mom’ll kill me!” protested the raccoon, stopping dead in the middle of the street.\n“There’s nothing to be afraid of!” the fox said. “Look, Robby, she won’t even know!”\n“You keep saying that, but you don’t know my mom like I do!” The raccoon fretted, dancing like he was about to wet himself. “I don’t know if we should do this!”\n“I’m not trying to make you,” insisted Danny, letting go and raising his paws innocently. “I just want you to come with me and check it out!”\n“That’s the same thing!” Robert groaned. “Where am I gonna go if you go in there? Back home?”\nThe fox buried his angular muzzle in his paws and sighed. Maybe his friend was right. “Alright.” He straightened. “Let’s forget about the whole idea, okay?”\n“You can’t do that either!” The raccoon cried. “You can’t say that just because I don’t wanna go!”\n“Wait, then what the hell am I meant to say?!”\n“I don’t know!!”\n“You wanna come, don’t you?”\n“Yes- No! No! Yes! Dammit, I don’t know! I just don’t want to get us in trouble!” His wrists were pulled down to his sides. “Huh?” he squeaked, before taking a kiss straight on the lips. “Mmf! What was that for?”\nDanny giggled roguishly. “I just don’t see how you get yourself so freaked out!” he confessed. He placed a paw on the raccoon’s chest, feeling the other boy’s warmth through the tight white t-shirt. “You’re gonna burn out. Calm down.”\nThe wind in the streets flapped Danny’s salmon-colored shirt and ruffled his medium length head-fur. The biting cold hadn’t deterred the two boys from wearing everyday clothing on their early morning adventure. \nThe raccoon clutched his friend’s paw and forced himself to breathe deeply. “D-Danny, my mom hates it when we do stuff like this…”\nThe fox stepped back, feigning shock. “Oh, I didn’t know that! Robby, c’mon! You can’t let her control you like that forever!”\n“She doesn’t even like the idea of two boys…!” the raccoon whined, squeezing that paw still. “If she found out that I’d come here, I’d be dead in minutes!!”\nDanny waved his other paw dismissively. “Your mom is just an Arkie, that’s all,” he said patiently, as if that was the end of the matter. “I don’t think she’ll go crazy.”\n“I don’t know. She’s my mom…”\n“But this isn’t her business. Do you ask her every time you breathe or go to the bathroom? Or every time you jerk off?” Danny stepped closer, until he was a scant few inches from pressing into the raccoon. “This is just like that. I just want to show you this place. If you don’t wanna do anything, we can go back to my place.”\nThe raccoon furrowed his brown and groaned, shifting from foot to foot, fighting with himself. Weighing his options. Considering the consequences. Finally, he clutched his boyfriend’s paw firmly and tugged him firmly up the road.\n“Whoa, hey!” protested Danny, almost being pulled off his feet. “What’s up?”\n“I’m getting in there before I can change my mind again. Come on!”\nUnable to help a grin, Danny let himself be led. He certainly wasn’t going to complain.\n\nScarcely a few minutes after opening time, the heavy front door of the salon opened with a jangle of bells. David turned around to see a raccoon cub – a boy he didn’t recognize – looking around with wide eyes.\nAttached by the hand to the ‘coon was a regular: Danny the fox. David could recite everything this kit liked from memory, and he had many, many young customers.\n“Can I help you boys?” he asked, walking over to them and suppressing a smile.\nThe raccoon jumped when he saw the adult, then he suddenly covered his muzzle with a paw. He twisted slightly and made some strange, unintelligible squeaking sounds to his friend. The fox rolled his eyes in response.\n“He’s a little shy, Dave,” said Danny, laying an arm over his friend’s shoulders. “He wants to try this stuff out!”\nThe wolf nodded and Robby had to fight to get himself to sit still as this adult lupine gently moved his paw away from his muzzle. He whimpered in embarrassment, but David merely smiled at him.\n“Hey, chill out!” Danny said, leaning in and nosing at his friend’s cheek. “Let him get a look at ya!”\nThe wolf placed a paw on the raccoon’s other shoulder. “It's alright, kiddo. My name’s David, I own this place. What’s your name, kit?”\n“Robert,” the raccoon kit replied quietly. “Or just Robby.”\n“Well, Robby, I take it your friend has explained what kinda things go on in here? You came to try something out?”\nThere was a loud snapping sound and a youthful cry of pain from a few rooms away, and Robby looked around in surprise. To his confusion, Danny’s expression was perfectly normal.\n“That was probably one of the Amison brothers,” the fox explained. “They like that kinda thing. You know, masochism. They’re usually here early. All day.”\n“What will we be doing? We d-don’t have to do that, do we?” \nDavid stepped right in to banish that misconception. “Oh, definitely not,” he said, grinning and playfully nudging the raccoon’s shoulder. “We aren’t a place where everyone comes just to get tortured, in that sense of the word. There's much more to it than just that. Of course, it’s available if you wanna try it.”\nAnother lash, another yelp. “Uhh, not straight away, no thanks,” Robby said, wincing. “So, uh, how does it work here?”\n“Easy,” Danny answered before the grown-up had the chance. “They give you a secret and tries to get it out of you. You get to pick what he’s allowed to use on you, though. Simple!”\n“That’s about it.” The wolf stood back up, motioning for the raccoon to follow him. “It’s four dollars per question, and there’s a contract you need to sign to register. Please read the whole thing, yadda-yadda. It's not that complicated.”\nAll three of them went behind the registrar counter into a small office, and the wolf placed a piece of paper on a kid-sized desk, the height and width of a typical work-table Robby would work on in school. On the paper were a few small paragraphs, wasting the majority of an A4 piece of paper. Short and succinct, the contract was still very explicit and easily understood. Basically, it was a conditional waiver. \nRobby scanned the paper quickly, his hazel eyes moving rapidly across the page. He’d been worried when he’d heard that this involved a contract, but there was nothing suspicious that he could see, though he was hardly a legal expert. They would do what he wanted, nothing more, unless they asked him first. At any point he could pull out, and the ‘torturer’ was to cease immediately if he thought the kit was suffering unwanted distress. Everything else made good sense to him. As far as legal contracts could go, this wasn't hard to understand.\nHe picked up the thick blue pen and, shakily, brought it to bear on the contract. “My mom is gonna be so mad…” he mourned, before scrawling his name on the dotted line.\nThe raccoon sighed when the grown-up retrieved the piece of paper. He stuck a paw into his pocket, fumbling for his wallet.\n“Forget about that,” David told him, gently placing his paw on the kit’s shoulder. “First time’s on the house.”\nDanny grinned at the wolf, flashing his small white incisors. “Thank you!” he mouthed.\nThe adult shot him a surreptitious ‘thumbs up’. “Alright,” he said to the tremulous raccoon, slowly reaching out to rub his pointy ears; the cub didn’t flinch away, much to his credit. That was a good sign. “Let’s get down to business!” He rubbed his hands together with a maliciously gleeful expression that was so exaggerated it didn’t even fool Robby for more than a second. The kits laughed. “So, what sort of things do you like?”\nThe ‘coon looked at the floor. “I-I dunno, mister,” he admitted diffidently. “I’ve never done anything before. Nothing like this.”\n“Nothing?” the wolf replied, looking fairly shocked. “That’s weird. I’ve only ever met a few kits that have never experimented at all, and I’ll always be surprised whenever I met new ones.” He frowned. “You’ve never been tied up, or tied yourself up?” \n“Umm, my mom doesn’t let me do anything like that. Danny tried to do it once, but mom chased him out of the house.”\n“Played with yourself? Down there?”\nRobby felt very strange indeed. He’d had people talk to him about such things before, but for some reason this seemed difference. He was being evaluated and he could tell. “Uhhh, yeah…”\n“Danny? Have you ever…?”\nThe fox nodded, grinning widely. “Not really.”\n“Really? That's a shock.” David grinned.\nThe pup laughed lightly and laid his paw on Robby’s shoulder again. “Workin’ on it.”\nReaching into a drawer in the desk, David withdrew another, much larger piece of paper, and placed it in front of the kits. It was a bunch of selection boxes with descriptions, arranged in a sideways tree formation. For example, if you ticked something as simple as ‘bondage’, it then branched off into categories and specifics.\nRobby’s eyes glossed over when he tried to read the tiny print on the two pages. He nearly choked when he turned it over and saw there was more on the other side. “Uh-uhhh…?”\nThe wolf laughed aloud. “That’s how most react. Not everyone's heard about all this. I'll get you some more information.” \n“I’ll do it,” Danny offered, looking over the raccoon’s lean shoulder. “David, can you get a pencil?”\nThe wolf nodded. “Don’t pick anything too crazy, Danny. Just remember you’re much more used to this stuff than he will be.”\n“I won’t.” The fox pulled his friend closer, cuddling into the other boy's side.\nDavid’s heart leaped and he suddenly felt inexpressibly happy. Seeing these things always brightened his day. Even though, thanks to his job, he got quite a few chances to see the potential for affection and love in kits, it never stopped affecting him. He reached under the desk, a massive grin on his face.\nWith a thump, he deposited the salon's ironically named “brochure” on the desk. “Alright, boys. I'll be back in a minute once you've had a chance to discuss things. Remember, you don't have to do anything crazy. It's not all chains and whips here. Try to keep it fun, Danny.” \n“Okay.”\nAs David quickly paced down the corridor, the two cubs leaned on the desk and inspected the brochure – in actuality, a full-blown book – together. Robby was content to just scan the pages and let Danny turn them. The descriptions were dry and technical, but many of the sections were accompanied by very interesting photographs…\n“There's so much in here,” Danny grumbled, pushing the brochure along the desk. “Not all of it's fun to me. Here, I’ll show you a few.”\nRobby nodded, his breath catching in his throat when he saw some of the images. Some of the most breath-snatchingly gorgeous kits had posed for the making of this brochure, looking anywhere from ten to sixteen years of age. Some were outright beautiful, like they could be actors or models or something, and others were appealing normal. Their lean young bodies revealed in positions and situations that made the raccoon squirm and cover his groin; his dick starting to react.\nThere was an arctic fox cub, small and slender, featured in a lot of the photographs, and he was the first model shown when Danny turned the page to the “Masochism” section. The snowy-furred vulpine's tail was lashing happily in the air, and his lean body was bare, displaying his immaculate white fur. Cuffs snuggly around the boy's skinny ankles and wrists affixed him to a sturdy cross-shaped structure, spreadeagled standing up. Behind him was a mouse, an attractive female, who Robby guessed to be in her late-twenties with long straw-colored headfur. She held a whip, and a cheeky grin on her face.\nThe picture was dated this year and was captioned “Jeremy Amison (9) enjoying one of his favorite games.”\nRobby found himself needing to swallow for some reason.\nBut then Danny turned the page again, and Robby couldn't stop a gasp of surprise. One page was entirely devoted to a trio of photographs. A crimson colored fox-pup was the main focus of all three. In the first, with his arms bound together above his head by a coil of cotton rope, smiling playfully and posing for the camera. Penis erect and neck ringed by an elegant collar, from which a long leash trailed off camera. The picture was a middle-distance shot that included the pup’s groin.\n The second photo was one of that same pup on a small bed, now sitting on his own foot-paws in a kneeling position, his paws and ankles were both bound, arms in front of him this time. He had a sultry expression and his ears were drooping, tail swishing behind him.\nThe third was slightly different. Tied-up once again, this time an odd contraption was on the fox-boy's penis, and another in his rectum. There was a strange look on his face, a weird mix of being uncomfortable and being in the throes of pleasure, his sharp teeth gritted in distress. The shot was framed similar to the others, with the kit on the bed.\nCentered under all three images of the submissive vulpine was the caption, “Danny Docherty (10.5) tied up and loving it!”\n“Danny?!” the raccoon exclaimed. “This is you? You're in this?”\nThe fox grinned. “Yeppers. David says I’m one of the more popular boys.”\n“Popular? You let people see these pictures of you? Doesn’t it freak you out that they look at you a-and imagine doing stuff to you?”\nThe fox gave him a patronizing look. “My favorite hobby is being tied up and fiddled, so do you think I’m going to mind if someone is thinking about doing that to me? You know, so long as they aren't psycho? Once you get used to it, it’s awesome; people think I’m hot!” The fox giggled.\n“That’s because you are, though,” the raccoon said.\nIn a split second the fox caught him in an embrace, holding him belly to belly. “Y’know, so are you. You could do this too, you know.”\nRobby leaned into the embrace. “No, if my mom found out I did that…”\nThe fox-boy nodded and broke the hug. “I know.”\n“B-but, do you have any… copies of these pictures?” Robert blushed under his thick fur.\n“Why?” the fox asked unnecessarily, knowing it would make Robby squirm.\nIt did. “Uh, it’s just, they look so good a-and, you, uh, they’re really good and…”\n“But why do you want pictures when you can get me to do anything you want for you?”\n“B-because no matter how much we want to, I can’t do this sort of stuff with you. My mom’s all over us, stopping me from seeing you, stopping my allowance, not letting you sleep over. She wants you on the other side of the planet from me, and I don't want her to keep you away from me. I want to have something of yours, you know, all the time. I want you to be with me all the time. You're my b-boyfriend.”\nDanny grinned. “I was wondering when you’d say that!” he chortled. Then he laid a comforting hand on the ‘coon’s hot cheek and adopted a grave expression. “Of course you can. I’ll even take more, just for you, know what I mean?”\nRobby's hazel eyes misted slightly and he managed a thin smile. \n“Hey, c’mon! We gotta get this done.”\n\nJeremy Amison had, like his older brother, some unusual interests.\nIt had confused him at first, when he realized he enjoyed being tied up and gagged by his older brother, even asking him to do so. It worried when he realized that he enjoyed having things done to him like that. Unusual things, things that excited and aroused him in complex ways. His brother helped him experiment and push the boundary of his young imagination, and Jeremy discovered much. \nHis mother didn't approve of any of this. His mother didn't approve of much. Especially not Jeremy.\nJeremy did not know why, what crime he had committed, but he was usually the one that she got angry with. The one she locked in the dark. The one she would forget to feed. The one she never seemed to care about.\nHe had always found it strange that he felt happier and safer here, a place where he would always be tied up, tortured, hit with whips and paddles, than back home. He wasn't scared here. It usually hurt, but there was never any pain.\nTo Jeremy, there was a difference. Real pain was scary. Uncertain. Cold. Lonely. Dangerous. The Salon was none of those things. \nSuspended in a heavy cage, held several meters up in the air by a thick, steel chain, Jeremy took a moment to look around through the thick steel bars. In his fantasies, he’d be in a grimy dungeon, barely able to see anything in the gloom, the very weight of the air pressing down on him like veil of iron as unyielding as the rusted iron of his cage. Yet David wouldn’t take the risk of truly hurting a kit, so everything was fairly clean. Not everything could be perfectly realistic.\nJeremy shifted slightly, legs sticking out of the cage and dangling in the air. His arms were tied behind his back, and there was a vibrator tickling his still-developing prostate. A smaller one than he would've liked, still it sent waves of pleasant tingling through him.\nThe kit knew that he worried people. That a lot of others just couldn't understand him; even he didn't quite understand. His interests were extreme, and he did know that. He asked the staff to do so much to him, to make him scream, make him cry, make him feel totally powerless. He thanked God that his brothers and the staff at the Salon always looked out for him, set limits and stopped him from doing anything stupid, and nobody did anything to him he didn't want. \nHe was safe here. At home, not so much.\nIt was so hard to explain even to himself… that’s why he didn’t even try. One day, he knew he'd have to make sense of it all.\nBut for the moment the white-furred fox-boy was writhing in a cage, feeling a vibrator hum and buzz inside him. It took quite a bit of conscious effort and time, but this could actually get him off. \nJeremy wished he could find out what the time was, but that was part of the whole point of his experience right now, that he’d asked for. At any rate, he wished someone would hurry up and take him out of here so they could get started on the more serious stuff now. It was always slow in the morning, when the staff were getting set up for the day ahead\nDeterminedly, Jeremy started to grind and squirm, pressing down onto the mesh floor of his hanging cage. Pushing the vibrating toy further into his tensed insides, manipulating it. \nIt hurt. But he never stopped.\nTen minutes of gasping and groaning later, the pup felt a wave of pleasure wash over him. He collapsed backwards into an uncomfortable position against the metal bars, slender belly and chest rising and falling rapidly to his breathing, cock still stiff and tingling. \nDrained, he sat there, panting in his suspended cage. Sweat filtered through his fur, making him look slightly damp all over. His unkempt, uncut head-fur flopped messily over his face.\nWith a satisfied smile, he rested.\n\n“Here you are!” Danny said cheerfully, handing the wolf the list of things he and the raccoon had decided on.\nDavid took the piece of paper and scanned it quickly. “Standard fare,” he commented, nodding. “Except I can see you’ve exerted a little influence over him here and there.”\n“Only a little, Dave,” insisted the fox. “I just wanted him to give those things a try. I think he’ll like them. He said he's okay with it.”\nDavid shrugged. “It’s alright.” He tapped the piece of paper. “With the likes of you for a friend, I’m not surprised that Robby wants to try all this.”\nThe fox smiled. “Hey! Can I have some of my pictures printed for Robby? He wants to take them home. I'll pay for it!”\nLaughing, the lupine ruffled the fur on Danny’s head. “Don’t be dense. They’re your pictures, it's free. Oh. Which one of you two is the most dominant?”\nDanny blinked. “Ah, I think I am. We don’t really know, do we?”\n“Yeah, I figure you might actually be a bit of a switch… might want to explore that later on.” David winked. “Well, I’m thinking about letting you and your friend get some special treatment today. You know, help get Robby into the whole scene. No charge.”\nDanny’s eyes widened. His tail began to wag animatedly. “Oh, really?! Great!!” He jumped forwards and ensnared the grown-up in a hug. “Thanks, Dave!”\n“Don’t mention it. What do you wanna start on?”\n“As always!”\n“Want a collar?” enquired David. He remembered how hard it used to be for him to quit laughing whenever someone had asked him that as a kit. Now, he could effectively predict what any kit’s reaction would be to it. Even if they themselves weren’t sure.\nDanny nodded. “Spoke to Robby. He wants one too. I think I might actually be able to get him into this stuff! Well, if his mom doesn’t wreck everything…”\n“Oh, you mentioned her before, didn’t you? The Arkie?”\n“Yep. She’s okay, but she doesn’t want us doing anything together.”\n“Don’t worry about her, kit. It’s your lives. She won't be able to stop you forever.” The wolf quickly fixed Danny’s favorite collar around his neck. “Ready?”\n“Let’s go!” The boy exclaimed. Then his expression became demure. “Master,” he added, suddenly all diffident. \n“Yeah. Stop that.”\n\nRobby managed to stand perfectly still as the wolf gently locked a black collar around his neck. The band of leather sat snuggly against his throat, and he nearly thought it was choking him, until he realized that it was just the weird sensation of having something tied around his neck.\n“Alright,” the wolf said, kneeling down and looking gravely into the raccoon boy’s eyes. Robby knew there was an explanation coming. “Now, this is what that collar means, Robert: It means that you’re now a slave. Within constraints that you agreed to, I, or any person that works here, can do anything we want to you. You know what you’ve agreed to, right?” The shivering kit nodded, his ears standing up erect along with something else. “Alright. Now, you know that at any point in time you can tell me to stop? However, instead of simply yelling stop, you have to tell me the secret on this piece of paper.” He handed the boy the folded piece of paper. “The reason we do it like that is because you might say ‘Stop!’ out of reflex but not really want us to. We’ve had that happen before, and kits have left feeling stupid. Basically, it’s a ‘safe-word.' A phrase that isn’t likely to be blurted out insincerely, so it is always to be taken seriously. And we will take it seriously.”\nRobby nodded, understanding all too well. His first response to being poked in the side would be to shriek and call out “STOP!!” as loud as he can. It would really suck if he blew his free session out of reflex within the first few seconds.\n“Also, we sort of expect you to remember that. We’ll all be watching for signs of undue distress. If it looks like we’re causing you severe harm or distress we'll stop straight away. Aside from that, we won’t really push you that much, unless you want that—you know, to test your will. I’ll be the first to admit this place is more about pleasuring you guys than playing ‘torturer’.\n“Now, then,” David added, standing up again. “First thing you have to do, slave, is strip off. So get rid of those clothes!” Robby looked up in startled wonder. The wolf before him had seemingly transformed from a kind, excessively careful fur to a commanding, no-nonsense authoritarian! But, the raccoon perceived, there were subtle hints all over his face and in his voice that hinted David was feeling him out. Tentatively looking for boundaries and testing his responses.\nWith that profound insight, the first thought in Robby’s head was “My mom is SO gonna kill me…”\nSlowly, Robert began to lift his white t-shirt over his head. The elastic material snagged on his nose, yanking his mouth open. He grunted and pulled it off.\nHolding the white bundle in his paws, he looked around for somewhere to put it.\n“Just dump it on the floor,” whispered Danny, leaning close.\n“O-on the floor? Right, okay. Uh-umm…”\nThe fox rolled his eyes. “Master, do I have permission to strip off first?”\n“Go ahead.”\nInstantly, the pink t-shirt was easily pulled over the fox’s head and tossed to the floor. Without pausing, Danny opened the front and rear flies on his jeans and dropped them, stepping out of them. He kicked off his shoes, sending them into the corner of the room, and peeled off his ankle socks.\nStanding there in his blue & white boxer-briefs, he grinned at his gob smacked friend. “Enjoying the show?” he teased, pulling his tail through the hole in the underpants and yanking them down. He’d stripped to nude in about four seconds with no hesitation.\nRobby’s dick reacted predictably to the sight of his boyfriend naked. He’d seen the amazing sight before, but… the way the fox had undressed. It practically screamed out at him: “You’re gonna do it! You’re seriously going to do this!! You’re going to disobey your mom and have fun with your best friend!”\nHe swallowed and slipped a paw into his shorts, slowly pushing them down his legs, along with his green and black cotton boxers…\nRobby cringed when he noticed his dick standing to attention like a soldier at inspection. With a final push, he dropped the shorts all the way to the ground.\nDavid stood behind the raccoon and gently lifted his arms up. Once they were out of the way, he enfolded the cub’s dick in his paw and began to slowly pump it, squeezing it in his palm. Kneading it. After a few seconds, the kit’s knees weren’t very steady.\n“Nnh!” mewled Robby, collapsing against the adult’s leg for support, his legs suddenly shaking.\nA finger, lubricated with something, pressed against his tail-hole, quickly sliding up inside him. He yelped as the finger began to push against his pre-pubescent prostate, sending little jolts of sensation throughout his entire body. It wasn’t a feeling he was used to in the least.\nThe paw on his dick got firmer and faster, and he started to gasp and groan.\n“Robby, you’re probably wondering what the heck the finger up the butt was for, right?” David asked, his voice soft and intimate. “I’ve just rubbed something into the area behind your prostate gland is something that interferes with nerve signals. In short, it screws with orgasms.”\nThe raccoon whimpered as the expert pumping increased in speed. He wasn’t even sure what that meant. How can you mess with someone’s orgasms?\n“Nice and hard!” the wolf complimented him, ceasing and giving him a rub on the shoulder. “Good. There are a few ways we could keep it that way, but the best one…”\nLighting quick, before Robby had any time whatsoever to process what was happening, the wolf slipped an opaque plastic tube over his hard cock and pressed a small button on it. Moist rubber on the inside sucked towards the penis, enveloping the entire length and attaching itself firmly, a seal forming at the base of the member.\n“Huh?!” Robby squawked, reaching for it, but a lupine paw pushed his away. “Wh-what is that?”\n“Don’t touch. You’ll find out soon. Let it sit there.” Attaching a leash onto Robert’s collar, David started pulling him in the direction of another room. “Come on, both of you. Let's get out of reception. Can't have someone walking in on our fun.”\nRobby scampered after the wolf, keeping the leash loose. He twisted and rubbed his buttocks gently. Inside him, the area David had rubbed, there was a prickling sensation. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was certainly strange. Distracting.\nDanny padded obediently after them, paws at his sides. Expression unreadable when his boyfriend glanced back at him.\nWordlessly, David led the kits across a large room, seemingly the central room of the ground level, which looked like a large scale lounge and refectory. He took them down a corridor from that large central area, into a medium sized side room. One of many along the corridor.\n Inside the room there were a few pieces of “dungeon furniture”, designed to hold a fur in bondage. They were all perfectly sized for kits Robby and Danny’s age. Amongst others, Robby recognized some pillories and a saw-horse, but most other things in the room were unknown in their name and usage to him.\nWith a few words of direction, the young raccoon was laid out on his back on a cushioned table with fixed straps in place to hold a fur’s arms and legs spread-eagled. With great effort, he managed to resist freaking out as his skinny arms were placed through the straps and fixed down.\nHe did a wriggle-test, and found that David had secured him to the point where he couldn’t move. The raccoon was stretched tightly across the table, completely vulnerable, with a weird ‘thingie’ on his penis…\n“Comfy?” David asked him, gently rubbing the bound ‘coon’s chest. He nodded. “Cool. Now, let’s see how comfy you are when I turn this on…”\nHe pressed another small button on the tube and it started to ‘whir’ slightly. For a second, Robby couldn’t feel much, but soon his stiff dick exploded into what felt like the most intense jerk off he’d ever had. His eyes slammed open and his breath caught in his chest.\nThe sensation was several times more intense than ever has been possible with the paw, as if the nerves themselves were just vibrating with feeling. Tingling like they were wracked by electricity. He wailed as he quickly reached what ought to be his limit, that point just before he would orgasm, but nothing happened, only the sensations got even more and more powerful and overwhelming!\nDavid chortled and leaned on the table. “It uses a current in the rubber lining, when it presses against your dick like that, to stimulate the nerve endings,” he explained, winking at Danny, who was grinning openly. “As you can tell, it’s pretty intense. Here, let’s not rush things.”\nA small slider was adjusted on the side of the machine and the sensations promptly changed to very sharp pulses that ran up the length of Robby’s member, then back down after lingering teasingly on his tip; it was more bearable, but it was still horrible. Only an infinite second away from climax, the kit’s belly and groin muscles spasmed and tightened.\n“H-hagh?” he groaned, bucking and trying to dislodge the contraption, but it wasn’t budging. “Oh, sh-shit!”\nDavid sighed playfully. “Can’t have you wriggling like that. It distracts from the feeling.”\nAs a broad nylon strap went over the area just below his navel, Robby gasped. He was shaking all over and bound tightly.\nThis was incredible!\n“It isn’t that bad, over-actor!” Danny snickered. But he flinched when David shot him a stern glance.\n“As for you, little fox...” The wolf roughly grabbed Danny’s arms and pulled him over to the center of the room, where two nylon cables with cuffs for the wrists attached. They were lined with wool and very comfortable, but could be adjusted to hold even a cub’s wrists tightly.\n“S-sorry!” the fox squeaked as his arms were placed into the cuffs and fastened tightly. The pulley system was activated, and his light frame was lifted off the ground a few inches. He could stand on his tip-toes, though only just.\n“Apology accepted!” The wolf reached out to a small table at the side of the room. Moments later, he pushed a well-lubricated plastic vibrator to Danny’s sphincter and, with an arm around the boy’s hips to hold him steady, gently pushed it up against the youthful prostate. The kit’s protest was naught but a choked gasp as it easily slipped into place.\nA gentle paw stroked his cheek, and he felt David's warm breath on his ear. “Hang tight, little dude. While you warm up, I’ll think of more interesting things to put on the agenda.”\n\nIt had been a quiet and cold respite. How long he had been alone in his predicament, he wasn't sure.\nThe door into the cage-room opened and a figure walked inside. Long, tall ears casting a weirdly eerie shadow that stretched across the floor as she entered from the bright hallway.\nJeremy looked up, still exhausted.\nThe shadowy fur moved quickly over to the mechanism and lowered the cage to about two feet from the floor, then ran to it and threw the barred door open. Reaching in and gently pulling the arctic fox-kit out. He gave a muted yelp and collapsed into the figure's arms. Even though his eyes were still getting used to the sudden light, Jeremy could smell the motherly feline.\nSarafina ran her anxious eyes over Jeremy, held in her arms, but the kit just smiled up at her. Thin, watery blood had marked the fur on his legs. \n“Uh... I came!” he breathed, exhausted. “Even though you tied me up. It's really hard and-”\n“Hard and painful!” The vibrator clattered to the ground as Sarafina tossed it away. “Jeremy, there is blood. You might have to go to the doctor.” There was no scorn, no disapproval in the cat’s tone. Just worry.\nHolding Jeremy close to her, she slipped a paw around to his backside. It was raw and wet with blood, probably painful to the touch, but Jeremy held still.\n“I think it's just some blood, nothing too serious,” Sarrie assured him gently. “You need to be careful. You could've really hurt yourself. I shouldn't have left you.”\nHe shook his head firmly. “No, ma’am, it’s just a little cut, that’s all,” he insisted weakly. “I-I can keep going.”\n“Maybe tomorrow.” That was a lie, and they both knew that. “We have to stop for now. Make sure you’re alright.”\nShe cradled the snowy white kit in her arms, comforting and reassuring. Thinking. Something had to be done about this, Sarafina decided; it was fine when all he wanted was to be tied up, dominated, whipped or spanked, but now it was looking like things were getting out of control.\nShe had no idea how he managed to hurt himself while bound in a cage, but he had. In spite of, or perhaps because of, the pain he felt, he had kept going.\nEven for Jeremy, this was odd.\n“I won’t let you hurt yourself, even if that means stopping you from doing what you want, Jeremy,” Sarafina intoned, stroking his ears. “It's time for a rest.”\nThe kit clutched her arm tightly to his chest and tacitly nodded…\nMaybe he had a problem.\n\nThere was a strange thumping noise. Someone or something bashing insistently on some wooden object. Something awful and unwanted that tried to rip her from the warm embrace of sleep.\nIt carried on and on and on and on… but she was determined to ignore it. It was a cold day, and no force on this planet could coerce her out of her warm bed, silky sheets and downy quilts. Not even…\nThe door slammed open with a percussive bang, and the young rodent flew into the air with a yelp of surprise, sending her covers down to her knees. Her dark-yellow head-fur flopped over her wide blue eyes and she stared at the intruder in abject terror.\nIt took a second to register who it even was.\n“Aria!” her big sister said, deftly ripping the sheets clear off the bed. “It’s ten in the morning! Get up!” The teen crossed over to the bedroom window, throwing it open. “Let's go!\"\n“Diane!!” the mouse exploded. Sitting up, she clutched her knees to her bare chest, shivering instantly as the cold outside air washed over her. “What are you doing?!”\n“Waking you up,” came the even reply. The older mouse regarded her sister, garbed in naught but white frilly panties. “You know, Aria, if you’re cold, perhaps you should go to bed wearing something a little more practical? Or anything at all, really.”\n“It’s freezing!!” Aria cried, hugging a pillow close to her chest and shivering.\nDiane giggled and leaned over, thin hands clasped in her white gown, and delivered one of her extremely potent kisses onto her smaller sibling’s forehead. “C’mon, sleepy. Have you forgotten already?” She ‘tsked’ playfully. “Some kind of Alzheimer’s? Ten is a little young for that, isn't it?”\nAria’s eyes widened even further. A broad smile touched her lips and she bounded from her bed, suddenly unaware of the temperature. Or, for that matter, the fact she was parading around in her underwear in front of an open window facing the street. “Woo-hoo, alright!” she cried, punching the air. “Party time!”\nOutside, an old equine couple and their grandson glanced her way. The grandson, around Aria's (new and improved!) age, gave a naughty chuckle.\nThe birthday-girl grinned hugely as she ran to the window, stuck her tongue out and posed, flaunting her slender body. The young colt laughed harder, walking backwards so he could keep watching. \nShe really didn't care – it was her birthday! Not just any birthday, either. The big one-zero! The big double-digits! The day she'd get all the presents she'd begged her parents for an entire year to get! Sleepiness was banished in an instant, and Aria never had much “modesty” to begin with.\n“Aria!” said Diane, pulling the little girl-mouse from the windowsill. “Stop being a perv for a sec. We’ve got twenty minutes before people will start showing up for your party. We let you sleep in!”\n“Yeah, yeah!” Aria skipped over to her closet and threw it open. Then she came right back. “Presents!?”\nDiane lightly poked her sister’s side. “Not now! Get dressed! Come on!”\n“Come on, Di!”\n“No! You'll find out soon!”\n“Pleeeaaase?” Aria wheedled, positioning her paws at her sister’s sides. “If you tell me, I’ll stop tickling you?” She flexed her fingers...\n“Oh yeah?” Diane demanded, sweeping her little sister off her paws and depositing her back on the bed with her arms pinned by her sides. “You’re gonna need a few more birthdays to pull that off!” With that, the dreaded secret weapon was unleashed. Diane lowered her dainty muzzle to her sister's bare belly, took a deep breath... and blew such a tremendous raspberry it probably registered on the Richter Scale. \nAfter the screaming subsided, Diane sat back. “Get dressed, squirt!” \n“Do I have to?”\n“Lemme think. I know, I'll give you another one to help me think-”\n“No, no, it's okay, I'm good! You don't have to do that.”\nDiane winked. “I knew you'd see things my way. C'mon, I'll help you pick something out.”\n\nRobby collapsed to the floor when he tried to stand, panting from the residual sensations after David released him. “Oh God!” he whispered, mostly to himself. “I’ve got to get myself one of those…”\nThere was no time for rest, as the wolf helped him to his feet, and promptly buckled a set of velvet-lined leather cuffs onto his wrists. With a nuzzle that was either designed for reassurance or distraction David brought the wrists behind his back and locked them both together with a padlock through a small metal D-ring on each cuff. \n“It’s a good thing you’re so flexible,” the adult remarked, moving his young charge’s arms, shoulders and elbows as if testing how far they’d go comfortably. “So, where do you do the gymnastics?”\nRobby jerked in surprise. “Uhhh, I- I,” he stammered. “At the sports center uptown. My mom helps me do my stretches just about every night.”\n“Excellent. You should get Danny to do them too. It helps a lot. Now, stay there!”\nDanny was released next, and was also cuffed. As David was leading them both into another room, seemingly down at the basement level, the fox kit shot his boyfriend a wink. Robby responded with a shy smile and a flattening of the ears. Everything was going well so far… even that tormenting, buzzing sheathe had actually been kind of pleasurable, once it had been set to a more reasonable level.\nThis was a weird experience, but it hadn't been bad so far.\nThe room they were lead into had as its main attraction a strange cube shaped metal frame with small arms extending inwards from the vertices. Small rings at the end of those arms indicated quit succinctly that they were for attaching those cuffs to. The actual frame itself was about seven feet cubed, and was clearly designed for bondage, though Robby wouldn’t have been shocked to see such a thing in a playground.\n“Whilst you were all preoccupied,” David began, motioning for Danny to sit down- most kits attending the salon knew the ‘proper’ way to sit down was to kneel on both knees and settle back onto them, sitting on their paws, legs slightly spread and back straight, and Danny did this immediately- and leading the bewildered raccoon into the center of the structure, “an emergency came up and I’ve gotta go deal with it.” \nHe attached two more leather cuffs to the raccoon’s thin ankles. Then the lupine raised the boy’s arms up at angles and clicked the padlocks on the extended metal arms into the cuffs, leaving Robby’s body completely exposed, before doing the same with his paws to two thick iron rings on the floor in the center of the cube.\nThe raccoon was wide-eyed, exposed and spread-eagled with a hard-on so stiff it looked like it’d been doused in starch. “Wh-what are you doing?” he asked as demurely as he could, considering his heart was pounding insanely in his chest.\nThe wolf shot him a smirk. “I'm sorry,” he began again, “I didn't want to leave you guys alone again, but I won't be long. Now, it’s not uncommon for slave-boys to be ordered to do various things to one another whilst the master is away. That’s the case here.” He chuckled. “I’m leaving you in the hands of your boyfriend. I hope he’s gentle.”\nRobby’s eyes clicked sideways slightly to his boyfriend: he had a very interested expression on his face.\n“Hmm. Still though, we are talking about Danny here.” David pretended to muse. “Oh well. I won’t be gone that long. You’ll likely be in one piece when I get back. You’ll probably be a panting, shivering wreck but you’ll be alive.”\n“But what about the safe-word?” Robby asked, voice trembling with an ambivalent mixture of absolute fear and eagerness. \n“Seriously, I'm sure he won't push you that far. This is all just to get you used to this kind of sex-play, Robby.” David said softly, lightly stroking the raccoon’s tummy. “Besides. When I come back, you’re switching places. So he’d better behave.” \nThe boys traded glances...\n\nAria endured the singing. She was a patient girl, so she could handle being bawled at by furs who couldn’t carry a tune in a bulldozer. They meant well.\nShe withstood the kissing. Aria knew her relatives didn’t mean to have such bad breath.\nShe survived the hugging! She was fit enough to be able to flex her chest in such a way that there were no crushed ribs!\nYes, she truly was worthy of respect. A young mouse deserving of admiration!\nBut now was the time for presents and cake!\nAria’s features came alight when the first crimson-bound box was given to her. Eagerly, she ripped away the ribbons, tore off the wrapping paper and removed the top of the box… only to reveal another box identical to the first, but smaller, inside. She frowned, but persisted. She repeated the process to THAT box. And to the one inside. And then the next one. And the next. Before too long, she lifted out a small package. She was going to kill Diane for this.\nA package of purple crepe-paper, which she careful removed (she loved crepe-paper and wanted to keep this piece) and unveiled a small plastic card.\nHer left eyebrow leaped a hurdle. “Huh?” she enquired. “Salon duh Yiff? Whassat?” \nDiane and some of the older cousins laughed. “Yep,” she chortled. “Salon Du Yiff; that place I’ve been telling you about? I promised I’d get you a credit account for there, right? It’s $100 bucks of cred. You’re old enough to go now.”\nSuddenly, the memory clicked in her head. The little mouse girl was speechless. Her delicate jaw opened and closed until she finally thought what to say. “Thanks, sis! Oh my god, I've wanted to go there for ages!”\nAria’s father gently laid a hand on his daughter’s shoulder. “Don’t you think it’s time to open the other presents?”\n“Other presents?” repeated Aria in a distracted, dreamy voice. Of course! Why delay?”\nOkay, maybe she would let her sister get away with it this time. \n\nJeremy had been examined thoroughly by Sarafina. She’d found no severe damage, thankfully, and from what she could tell there was only a very small friction cut, which had resulted in that watery blood, but probably wouldn’t cause any lasting trouble. He was lying on his back, a pillow under the small of his spine, watching the TV in the waiting room upside down as David came in.\nThe first thing the grey, white and black lupine clocked as he walked in was the sheepish glance the arctic fox-kit threw him. He shot a wry smile back.\nSarafina came in from the other door, from the kitchen, and handed the kit a mug of warm chocolate. The scent wafted about the room.\n“What’s up, guys?” he asked, sitting on a blue beanbag by the kit. He didn't want to let the sensitive kit think he was being judged.\nJeremy struggled into the kneeling position and clutched his chocolate drink to his chest. “I’m sorry, David…” he murmured. “You don’t have to worry about me.”\n“You’re wrong, kiddo. I most certainly do.” He draped an arm around the diminutive cub’s shoulders and gently drew him closer, careful not to make him spill the chocolate. “If you’re getting hurt, it matters a lot to me.”\n“Huh?” \n“This place is about making you happy,” David said softly, squeezing the kit’s shoulder, “even if that means hurting you a little. No, wait, even if it means hurting you a lot. But you know what I mean.”\nJeremy giggled softly.\n“There’s a difference between hurting you, you know, a little pain if that’s what you want, and harming you. If you get damaged when in our care, it’s a totally different thing. I know I can’t change the way you are, Jeremy, and I’d never try to without asking you first. But you have to realize that when you hurt yourself that badly, you’re also hurting me. And your brothers. We worry about you.”\nThe kit was silent.\n“Jeremy, if you do this again, I might have to ban you from the harsher stuff. Maybe even from coming here.” Jeremy suddenly tensed. “It’s part of our rules. We can’t continue if we believe we’re harming someone. You knew that the very first day you came here.”\nThe fox boy responded slowly, tears stinging his eyes. “Please don’t ban me from here…” he said in such a wispy, delicate voice it could’ve been carried away by the faintest breeze. “I’ve nowhere else to go. When I’m here, nothing is painful! It might hurt from time to time, but it’s never painful” He placed the steaming mug in his paws onto the carpeted floor. “Sometimes, there’s blood, but there's never tears.”\nAnd for that, the wolf had no reply…\n\nThe beautiful, toned fox kit slowly padded his way to his bound ‘coon, breathing raggedly and never breaking eye contact… quite deliberately.\n“D-danny!” the raccoon gasped, trying to pull himself away unsuccessfully, the chains being pulled tight. “Wh-wh-what are you gonna do to me?” The fox was silent, even though he was but four strides away… “Danny?”\nWith a strange exhalation, Danny wrapped his arms around the raccoon’s thin frame, nuzzling into his neck. “Guess what?” he murmured, hands wandering up and down his friend’s back and sides. \n“What?”\n“Your mom ain’t here,” the fox breathed, touching his pink noses to his partner's. “She can’t stop us now.”\nRobby’s heart skipped a beat. “Y-yeah!” he giggled nervously. “So what are...?”\nDanny pressed his body up to Robby’s. Belly, chest, groin and even genitals touching. “No mom to get in the way, and you’re nice and tied up where you can’t get all shy and hide from me!” He giggled and delivered a wet lick to his boyfriend’s face. “I think it’s time you learn just what I think about you!”\nA roving paw slid its way down the restrained raccoon’s torso, tracing his fur-hidden nipples. Pointed claws suddenly scratched lightly over the grey fur.\n“Haaaa!” Robby shuddered, still uselessly trying to wriggle away. “D-Danny! No tickling!”\n“Shhh!” the fox whispered. Smirking.\nAnother light brush of the claws, this time across the raccoon’s tummy. The reaction was even more spectacular, as Robby floundered in the absolute grip of the restraining frame. “Daaannniieee!”\nThe fox giggled and slowly danced his claws all over the tight stomach. “I just hope it takes David a few hours to get back, don’t you?” He knelt down and wrapped the raccoon’s lower back and upper legs in a firm embrace. “No?” He let his tongue fall out and he slowly, but surely took his boyfriend’s erection in his maw.\nRobby jolted as, for the first time in a very long time, he felt that moist warmth, the sensation of his dick being enveloped someone’s muzzle. “Danny!!” he called out loudly as the fox began suckling gently. “Ooh, nngghh!!” Completely reflexively, he tried to pull his hips away, away from the overwhelming, skilled tongue, but his lover’s strong grasp held him in place.\nIt continued for thirty seconds… a minute… two minutes… three minutes of pathetic squirming and shaky yelps later, Robby still hadn’t climaxed, but his sensitive penis stayed firmly stiff, tingling with electric feelings. \nIt took a while for it to hit him, and when it did a horrified groan escaped his jaws. \n“That cream the wolf put up my butt!!” He realized. Powerless to stop his suckling boyfriend. “I still can’t…?!”\nOnly after he'd had his fill did Danny finally relent, sucking hard on the stiff member in his mouth as he slipped it out. Robby’s knees buckled and he would’ve collapsed had he not been chained upright.\n“You liked that, huh?” Danny teased, again pressing his dick to his boyfriend’s and starting to knead them both simultaneously. “Just imagine! We could be doing that every weekend, if it weren’t for your mom…”\nThe raccoon swallowed. “Uhh… what are you doing now?” Anxiety shook his voice – he knew now he was totally helpless.\n“Haven’t decided yet.”\n“Huh?”\nWith a sharp giggle, Danny turned away and walked towards a table sitting in a corner of the room. Robby hadn’t even noticed it when they’d walked it, but now the paraphernalia sitting on the black wooden tabletop chilled him to the bone.\nWhips. Riding crops. Small metal rods! There was stuff on that bench that would’ve looked more at home in a medieval torture room. \nRobby whimpered. “N-no… please, no whips!” he pleaded with watery purple eyes. “Danny, no!”\nThe fox picked something up off the table and, holding whatever it was behind his back, turned around. His grin was roguish and both ears were flattened sideways in a mockery of a threatening sign-language. “Okay…” he said. “I won't do that. Not even once. I won't do anything like that to you. Promise.” His naked paw-pads made little sound on the thin, austere carpet when he slowly returned. \nHis paws were concealed behind his back.\n“What’s that?” the tied raccoon cried, trying to start backwards. \n“What’s what?”\n“What’ve you got in your paws?” \nThe fox was walking around behind him, skirting him by about a meter. All the while, whatever he’d picked up from that table was hidden behind his back.\nAll of a sudden, it was too much. Robby had never been taught about this stuff. His mother pulled him out of the sexual education classes at school, and even though he trusted his friend implicitly, this was ground he’d never even seen before, let alone trodden. \nA sniffling-sob escaped his muzzle and his eyes watered. “Danny, stop!” he pleaded, hanging his head and drooping piteously. “Don’t! Wait!”\nAnd stop the fox did. Immediately. “What’s wrong?” He quickly stepped close. “I promised I wouldn’t hurt you!”\n“…when?” \n“…Okay, I didn’t quite– Look, but why would I ever wanna hurt you? I swear this doesn’t hurt. You can trust me!” Another nuzzle. \n“Danny, this isn’t…” he wasn’t going to say it wasn’t ‘right.’ “It just feels so strange!” \nDanny chuckled. “Of course it does!”\n“Please, just show me what you’ve got!” \n“It’ll spoil the surprise!” Danny adamantly straightened and kept his hands under his bushy tail. \n“I’ll scream!” threatened Robby, very macho-like. “Danny, show me! Please?”\nThere was a box of tissues in the corner of the cubic frame, and Danny plucked two downy-soft tissues out and dabbed delicately at the raccoon’s wet, wild eyes and nose. “Okay. Do you wanna go?” he asked gently, putting the tissues in a nearby container and stepping backwards. \n“No.” Robby shook his head and sniffled slightly again. “I don’t wanna ruin this. I don’t mean to. I’m just…”\nThe fox nodded. “I know. I'm sorry.” He held out white cylinder of tapered plastic, a little longer than the furry palm it rested in. There was a weird switch at the base, with a small groove just above that base. The tapered end was ribbed and not much more than a finger's width, up to the end which was about two or three.\nRobby raised an eyebrow quizzically. “What IS that?”\nThe reply was a disbelieving smack on a fox’s forehead. “You don’t know what it is?” \n“No?”\n“Come on!” Danny encouraged, proffering the object in his paws up to his friend’s muzzle. “Sex ed. class? You weren’t pulled out until five days after we covered these. You gotta know what this is!”\n“You remember when I was taken out of sex-ed?” the raccoon said incredulously. “Uhh, it looks familiar… like I saw something similar, you know?”\n“Course I remember. It was four days after I finally cornered you in the boys’ change-room showers.” \nThe raccoon blushed furiously under his facial fur. His dick twitched at the sheer memory, pulsing almost right back to full stiffness. The two were new at the school and only timidly spoke to anyone, even one another. \nOne day, Danny made his move, and their mutual crush became something much more. Something special that got only stronger and stronger with time.\nThe first time they had proper contact was right after a sex-ed class, in fact. Robby had been used as a ‘living model’ by the teacher, standing at the front of the classroom in nothing but his fur, while the grown-up pointed out the finer points of erections, giving the raccoon one in record time. \nThat was all Danny could take, and he followed the raccoon into the change room, catching him getting changed for physical education.\n“Yeah, I remember…” whispered Robby.\n“Yeah...” Danny smiled softly. “Um. It's just a vibrator. You stick it up your butt, up against that sensitive area. It vibrates and feels awesome!”\nRobby nodded. “I think I remember. I’ve never done it before.”\n“Of course! Your mom doesn’t want you to know these things exist. Anyway, it’s ‘inny-and-outty’ like that at the tip so it feels good going in and out, like if I want to use it as a dildo instead of a vibrator! The bit where it’s thin at the base is designed to keep it in place.” The fox twirled it deftly into the air with one finger and caught it. “See? I wouldn’t pull a whip or something like that on you!”\nThe raccoon nodded again. “I know. Sorry, but I got scared.”\n“That’s okay. Just as long as you know I wouldn’t hurt you.”\n“One question.”\n“Huh?”\n“What’s a dildo?”\n\nMeanwhile…\n\nAria was distracted.\nHer party was still ongoing, but she’d snuck away for a moment, to get some space on the upstairs veranda outside her parents’ bedroom. The view was beautiful. Silver, mercurial clouds veiled the sun. Catching its iridescence and lighting the winter sky with a shimmering brilliance. Delicate sun-rays peeked through, playing across the city skyline.\nLeaning on the balcony railing, Aria enjoyed the view.\nSuddenly, there was a slender hand on her shoulder. “Hmm?”\nDiane leaned on the railing as well, next to her sister. “How come you’re out here?” she asked curiously. “There’s this big party for you downstairs, if you didn’t notice.”\nThe girl shrugged. “I guess I wanted to relax for a minute. It’s pretty out here.”\n“You’re ten going on twenty,” Diane remarked, smiling. \n“How’d ya know I was here?”\nThe teen-mouse shrugged. “I’m your sister. I’ll find you no matter where you go. Whatever happens.”\n“Hey. You promise?”\n“Of course! Why d'ya even feel the need to ask such a stoooopid question?”\nAria bit her lip contemplatively. “I dunno…” she murmured. “How long until the party finishes?”\n\t“Not sure. Aunt Enid has to go soon. Why?”\n“I’m going to that place. Today, after the party. If anyone wants to come too, they should!”\n“Sounds good. But for now, we have cake downstairs. Let's go, squirt!”\n\nJeremy finished his cocoa and reclined on the beanbag, putting the mug gently on the floor. They'd left him alone for a bit, once again, and Jeremy had already promised to take it easy today, but there was nowhere for him to go while Sarafina and David were so busy. It was probably to be expected; they'd arrived so early that the adults were still getting ready for the rest of the day.\nHe didn't want to leave. There was nowhere to go. He didn't want to go home.\nThankfully, he wasn't left alone for too long. David returned, whistling tunelessly. “Well, your brothers are… unreachable,” quoth the wolf. “Sarrie and I were talking, and I’ve had this idea. How about we go back to basics?”\nThe snowy furred cub looked up, baffled. “Huh?”\n“I’ve got two kits in the cube-room,” David elucidated, kneeling down and almost absently skritching the kit’s belly, prodding at his navel. “One’s been coming here for a while, you probably know him. The other’s his boyfriend, and a total newb. They’re not doing anything heavy so I was going to see if they’d let you join them for awhile. They might want to just be together today, but I thought I'd ask them.”\n“Okay.”\n“One problem. This is a special time for them, really. So I want to give them another half an hour or so.”\nJeremy nodded, feeling slightly disappointed. “Okay…” he muttered again. “But what can I do until then?”\nDavid’s grin was huge. “We could watch TV together?” With David, that meant a lot more than just sitting in front of the box! After all, the grown-up was extremely good with his paws!\n“Uh-huh, we could!!” With a crow of delight, Jeremy reached out and hugged the wolf tightly.\n“I figured you'd like that idea. Let's get comfy.”\n\n\nPart one \nFin\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Salon Du Yiff!

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DISCLAIMER:  As the author of this fictional tale, I must enforce the fact that the characters are not humans and the world of SDY is a fictional one, a fantasy world very different from our own. I do not condone any illegal activity whatsoever and encourage readers to remember this is pure fantasy.

Foreword – 2016:
\tThis story was originally published online almost ten years ago, as a side-project. I’m uploading it now in its current state with very minimal improvements but I have to stress that Salon du Yiff is not representative of my writing today. A lot has changed, and I grew up as a person and author in the long time between starting this story and now. The narration is bloviating and clumsy, and many little things make me roll my eyes now. Heck, I hate the word “yiff.” Regardless, I have a fondness for SdY, and apparently quite a few others do too. So here it is. I hope to return and finish this story at some time.
\tWhile you might still enjoy this story, here is a warning: this story is not finished, and there are no plans to finish it in the immediate future.
\tNote: contains bondage and some moderate weirdness, but you will find no watersports or scat or anything like that. Also, as with my other stories, consider all expressed political opinions to belong to the characters that express them, or the character from whose perspective the narration is written; it’s been nearly a decade since I wrote this, and I don’t need political debates sparking up about things I may not necessarily believe any more, and may never have.

Part I

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Excerpt from Ever Changing Fates, a 10th grade history text, published 6488.

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Thus was the International Bill of Rights was scribed, to protect the ideals of liberty that the entire world could reasonably agree to at the time.
It was not easy at all for the delegates of all the countries of the world to decide which rights should be included. After ten years deliberation, pressure from both sides of the political spectrum and many diplomatically worded ultimatums, the world’s nations finally agreed to a liberal set of rules and rights. This, along with an international cultural paradigm shift towards personal liberty, was the birth of the rights of youth as it is known today.
Of course, by extension of this, this meant children could consent to sexual activities. This was possibly the most hotly contested issue among the nations; it received much contention from conservatives, religious groups and those who believed children to be, in essence, mentally inadequate to handle even the barest freedoms. To combat the possible harms that could eventuate from this unprecedented amount of freedom given to children, widely regarded as naïve, and to placate the conservatives the delegation took further steps. In order to protect children from their inexperience without harming or denying them representation under the auspices of the most minimal principles of freedom, issues such as rape, kidnapping, coercion and contract law- especially with regards to youths- were broadly re-drafted to protect youth while allowing them as much personal freedom and franchise as possible.
Sex-education was expanded and greatly revised, leaving kits knowing far more than any other generation before them. All over the world, cultures started to adopt these new values, and despite continued protestations from religious groups and conservatives, social standards regarding sex changed radically over the following decade.
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The slamming of an apartment door rang out into the chilly streets of North Castro, San Francisco. As he fumbled with his keys, a young wolf’s breath played magically as mist in the air before him with every exhalation. It was one of the best things about waking early and enduring winter mornings, not that he ever really had trouble motivating himself for “work.”
Twenty-three years old today, David O’Lasser was the owner of a small business known as “Salon du Yiff.” Established by David’s uncle almost two decades ago, the Salon was a BDSM dungeon that catered to, well, the younger deviants of the neighborhood.
Oh, David had fond memories of that time, so hazy and distant now. The hours of fun he, his brother, his cousins and his friends had, helping the burgeoning business get off the ground. Usually by offering to test all the equipment or helping the employees hone their skills.
It had been a crushing blow to the entire family when David’s uncle passed away five years ago, yet, it was revealed he had expressly left the Salon to his nephew in his will, “should he be willing to take on the burden of small business.” Despite his young age and study commitments, David was so willing.
It all seemed so much longer ago than the calendar said…
Today, Salon du Yiff was a cheap pastime for kits with time to kill or an urge to alleviate. Growing up as he did, David had plenty of ideas to revolutionize the business and the scenarios for their clients. Usually, a kit would pay a small fee, and would be told a simple “secret” they had to keep, and then experienced “torturers” would try to get them to spill the beans. A fun twist on the idea of safe-words, and a starting point for many a scenario; and, of course, the victims had a say in their so-called torment!
Much to everyone’s surprise, after only a few years of David’s gifted management, the Salon had regulars of all ages, requesting all sorts of activities, from the tame to the extreme. From the intense role-players to the pleasure and thrill-seekers. On the surface, there was little difference between this place and any other such establishment, aside from the ages of the clientele.
But in truth, the awkwardly named Salon Du Yiff was much more than a mere BDSM dungeon. It was a place where some kits would spent nights away from home, away from abusive parents. And the staff always leant an ear to the troubled, and food to those hungry. Cooperation with other charities and protective services was the norm.
As far as David cared, not much in the world was more important than looking after the youth.
He started whistling tunelessly as he walked down the main road, still practically deserted in the grey light of an overcast dawn; padding briskly down the sidewalk in his jeans and jacket, worn sneakers treading noisily on the concrete, the unnecessary salt on the pavement crunching loudly under his soles…
The salon was nothing more than a simple building in the middle of the small strip mall, only a few blocks away from one of the most gaudy and ostentatious shopping malls in all of San Francisco. Even the strip mall itself was replete with pennons snapping American flags at the sky, neon signs and power-devouring television screens in windows.
Not the salon. It stuck out almost in spite of all this. It was a three storey red brick building with a few French windows, with a basement and a simple sign across the entrance that said “Salon du Yiff” in cursive font and “Fun for Girls and Boys!” underneath it. David’s uncle was never one to feel the need to invent the wheel. Even if that meant his BDSM dungeon had a sign on it that looked like it belonged in an ice cream parlor.
David sauntered around the brick building, making his way to the staff entrance, fumbling with the collection of keys in his pockets. To his surprise, three young cubs huddled around the small enclose, sharing body heat in the frigid morning. The three skinny arctic-fox brothers, despite their thick, luxurious winter coats, were shivering, wearing ill-fitting clothing.
“Boys, what happened to you?” demanded David, startled. “I thought you were going home last night!”
The eldest arctic spoke up first, voice broken and quavering. “We did go,” he muttered. “Mom…” he paused and glanced at his siblings.
“I’ve told you, you could stay here instead.” David pushed his sudden anger aside, smiling warmly at them. “What happened this time?”
“Mom was drinking last night,” the youngest of the pups replied, wiping his eyes. “She screamed at us. She...” He also shot a pointed glance at the second eldest, who was staring at his paws, entwining fingers methodically as if it was some kind of interesting game.
David’s lupine eyes clicked sharply up to the last kit’s face, looking for lesions or cuts. Bruises wouldn’t be seen under that pelt. The pup avoided his eyes, impassive.
“Damn it!” He took out his keys and started fumbling with the lock on the door. “Boys, this can’t keep happening. You have to go to the cops.”
The eldest replied. “We can’t. You talked to us about that before!”
“They’ll split us up…” whispered the youngest.
“I’m sure that wouldn’t happen,” David scoffed, but he knew this was a pointless topic. The boys were utterly convinced they’d be sent to different foster homes if they reported their abusive mother. “Just remember that you can stay here if you need to.” He pushed the door open and walked in, clicking on the halogen lights from the wall switch. “Could at least give you a warm bed and good food. Hmm?”
He turned and saw the three children hesitating near the doorway. Trembling little bodies outlined against the grayish tinged pre-dawn street. “C-can we please come in, mister?” pleaded the littlest one.
“Of course you can! Quick, get your tails in here. We’ll get you something warm to eat and out of those clothes.”
The kits stepped in, rubbing their hands and bodies to warm themselves. David looked back at them, pity welling up as a lump in his throat. “I’ll put the heating on in the main room so you can sit in front of it for a while, guys.”
The wolf hurried into the building’s large kitchen and reached for the light switch, the sun still rousing itself. But the lights flared on seemingly by themselves. Glancing over at the other entrance to the kitchen, he could see a short feline lady had her paw on the other bank of light switches. Smiling at him gently.
“How are you this morning, Mister O’Lasser?” she enquired politely, turning and starting to pull bowls and ingredients out of the pantry.
“Fine, Sarafina,” he responded shortly. “God, enough with the ‘mister’ crap, everyone. Did you know the boys were out there?”
Sarafina raised her paws to protest her innocence. “I had no idea,” she replied in her heavily accented, lilting voice. David had to admit he had no clue where Sarafina’s accent was from. Her second name, Mkobya, seemed African to him, but she never gave a straight answer when he asked about it. The savannah had worked at the small salon for over seven years now, and was the staff member that had stuck with David the longest. “I have been here for at least an hour, and they didn’t knock on the door.”
Something about that stung. They didn’t knock on the door?
“It makes me sick. I want to punch their mother in her huge nose,” Sarafina added in a perfectly even tone.
“You punch her, I’ll kick her,” the wolf growled deeply, “and then we can both do the world a favor by shooting her in the head. Hmph.” David stood, unclenching his fists, which had been like that for the past minute. “I just wish those kids would do something. Every time I suggest they talk to somebody else, they panic and babble about being separated.”
“Maybe we need to report it ourselves.” The ginger feline poured some rice into a pot filled with simmering water. “What are you going to do now?”
“We don’t have any real evidence yet, unless the kits testify and show their bruises. If they get up there and deny it all, we’ll probably get nowhere. Anyway, once those kits are done warming up and chowing down, you don’t need a crystal ball to predict what they’ll want next.”
Sarafina nodded knowingly, counting the list out on her fingers. “The rack, cages, spankings…” she paused and gave him a look. “Doesn’t it worry you that those three are so… uh, how do you say this? Extreme?”
“I’m more worried about what happens when they go home. Compared to that, what we do must be nothing to them.” David started walking out of the kitchen. “Seriously, I get pissed off just thinking about this! How can anyone mistreat those kids?”
“You’re a softy.” The feline mistress started digging through her stock for more ingredients for whatever recondite rice dish she was throwing together. “You make a living hitting cubs with whips, tying them up, putting them in cages and all that nonsense but you’re just softer than margarine.”
“Shh!!” David said, feigning anxiety. “What if people hear? We’ve got a reputation here, Sarafina!”
The cat just regarded him warmly with a blithe smile. “Get out of my kitchen, David. I make them breakfast, you go make them happy.”

Scarcely a few buildings down the road, a fox boy was leading a reluctant raccoon down the street by his arm.
“Danny, my mom’ll kill me!” protested the raccoon, stopping dead in the middle of the street.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of!” the fox said. “Look, Robby, she won’t even know!”
“You keep saying that, but you don’t know my mom like I do!” The raccoon fretted, dancing like he was about to wet himself. “I don’t know if we should do this!”
“I’m not trying to make you,” insisted Danny, letting go and raising his paws innocently. “I just want you to come with me and check it out!”
“That’s the same thing!” Robert groaned. “Where am I gonna go if you go in there? Back home?”
The fox buried his angular muzzle in his paws and sighed. Maybe his friend was right. “Alright.” He straightened. “Let’s forget about the whole idea, okay?”
“You can’t do that either!” The raccoon cried. “You can’t say that just because I don’t wanna go!”
“Wait, then what the hell am I meant to say?!”
“I don’t know!!”
“You wanna come, don’t you?”
“Yes- No! No! Yes! Dammit, I don’t know! I just don’t want to get us in trouble!” His wrists were pulled down to his sides. “Huh?” he squeaked, before taking a kiss straight on the lips. “Mmf! What was that for?”
Danny giggled roguishly. “I just don’t see how you get yourself so freaked out!” he confessed. He placed a paw on the raccoon’s chest, feeling the other boy’s warmth through the tight white t-shirt. “You’re gonna burn out. Calm down.”
The wind in the streets flapped Danny’s salmon-colored shirt and ruffled his medium length head-fur. The biting cold hadn’t deterred the two boys from wearing everyday clothing on their early morning adventure.
The raccoon clutched his friend’s paw and forced himself to breathe deeply. “D-Danny, my mom hates it when we do stuff like this…”
The fox stepped back, feigning shock. “Oh, I didn’t know that! Robby, c’mon! You can’t let her control you like that forever!”
“She doesn’t even like the idea of two boys…!” the raccoon whined, squeezing that paw still. “If she found out that I’d come here, I’d be dead in minutes!!”
Danny waved his other paw dismissively. “Your mom is just an Arkie, that’s all,” he said patiently, as if that was the end of the matter. “I don’t think she’ll go crazy.”
“I don’t know. She’s my mom…”
“But this isn’t her business. Do you ask her every time you breathe or go to the bathroom? Or every time you jerk off?” Danny stepped closer, until he was a scant few inches from pressing into the raccoon. “This is just like that. I just want to show you this place. If you don’t wanna do anything, we can go back to my place.”
The raccoon furrowed his brown and groaned, shifting from foot to foot, fighting with himself. Weighing his options. Considering the consequences. Finally, he clutched his boyfriend’s paw firmly and tugged him firmly up the road.
“Whoa, hey!” protested Danny, almost being pulled off his feet. “What’s up?”
“I’m getting in there before I can change my mind again. Come on!”
Unable to help a grin, Danny let himself be led. He certainly wasn’t going to complain.

Scarcely a few minutes after opening time, the heavy front door of the salon opened with a jangle of bells. David turned around to see a raccoon cub – a boy he didn’t recognize – looking around with wide eyes.
Attached by the hand to the ‘coon was a regular: Danny the fox. David could recite everything this kit liked from memory, and he had many, many young customers.
“Can I help you boys?” he asked, walking over to them and suppressing a smile.
The raccoon jumped when he saw the adult, then he suddenly covered his muzzle with a paw. He twisted slightly and made some strange, unintelligible squeaking sounds to his friend. The fox rolled his eyes in response.
“He’s a little shy, Dave,” said Danny, laying an arm over his friend’s shoulders. “He wants to try this stuff out!”
The wolf nodded and Robby had to fight to get himself to sit still as this adult lupine gently moved his paw away from his muzzle. He whimpered in embarrassment, but David merely smiled at him.
“Hey, chill out!” Danny said, leaning in and nosing at his friend’s cheek. “Let him get a look at ya!”
The wolf placed a paw on the raccoon’s other shoulder. “It's alright, kiddo. My name’s David, I own this place. What’s your name, kit?”
“Robert,” the raccoon kit replied quietly. “Or just Robby.”
“Well, Robby, I take it your friend has explained what kinda things go on in here? You came to try something out?”
There was a loud snapping sound and a youthful cry of pain from a few rooms away, and Robby looked around in surprise. To his confusion, Danny’s expression was perfectly normal.
“That was probably one of the Amison brothers,” the fox explained. “They like that kinda thing. You know, masochism. They’re usually here early. All day.”
“What will we be doing? We d-don’t have to do that, do we?”
David stepped right in to banish that misconception. “Oh, definitely not,” he said, grinning and playfully nudging the raccoon’s shoulder. “We aren’t a place where everyone comes just to get tortured, in that sense of the word. There's much more to it than just that. Of course, it’s available if you wanna try it.”
Another lash, another yelp. “Uhh, not straight away, no thanks,” Robby said, wincing. “So, uh, how does it work here?”
“Easy,” Danny answered before the grown-up had the chance. “They give you a secret and tries to get it out of you. You get to pick what he’s allowed to use on you, though. Simple!”
“That’s about it.” The wolf stood back up, motioning for the raccoon to follow him. “It’s four dollars per question, and there’s a contract you need to sign to register. Please read the whole thing, yadda-yadda. It's not that complicated.”
All three of them went behind the registrar counter into a small office, and the wolf placed a piece of paper on a kid-sized desk, the height and width of a typical work-table Robby would work on in school. On the paper were a few small paragraphs, wasting the majority of an A4 piece of paper. Short and succinct, the contract was still very explicit and easily understood. Basically, it was a conditional waiver.
Robby scanned the paper quickly, his hazel eyes moving rapidly across the page. He’d been worried when he’d heard that this involved a contract, but there was nothing suspicious that he could see, though he was hardly a legal expert. They would do what he wanted, nothing more, unless they asked him first. At any point he could pull out, and the ‘torturer’ was to cease immediately if he thought the kit was suffering unwanted distress. Everything else made good sense to him. As far as legal contracts could go, this wasn't hard to understand.
He picked up the thick blue pen and, shakily, brought it to bear on the contract. “My mom is gonna be so mad…” he mourned, before scrawling his name on the dotted line.
The raccoon sighed when the grown-up retrieved the piece of paper. He stuck a paw into his pocket, fumbling for his wallet.
“Forget about that,” David told him, gently placing his paw on the kit’s shoulder. “First time’s on the house.”
Danny grinned at the wolf, flashing his small white incisors. “Thank you!” he mouthed.
The adult shot him a surreptitious ‘thumbs up’. “Alright,” he said to the tremulous raccoon, slowly reaching out to rub his pointy ears; the cub didn’t flinch away, much to his credit. That was a good sign. “Let’s get down to business!” He rubbed his hands together with a maliciously gleeful expression that was so exaggerated it didn’t even fool Robby for more than a second. The kits laughed. “So, what sort of things do you like?”
The ‘coon looked at the floor. “I-I dunno, mister,” he admitted diffidently.  “I’ve never done anything before. Nothing like this.”
“Nothing?” the wolf replied, looking fairly shocked. “That’s weird. I’ve only ever met a few kits that have never experimented at all, and I’ll always be surprised whenever I met new ones.” He frowned. “You’ve never been tied up, or tied yourself up?”
“Umm, my mom doesn’t let me do anything like that. Danny tried to do it once, but mom chased him out of the house.”
“Played with yourself? Down there?”
Robby felt very strange indeed. He’d had people talk to him about such things before, but for some reason this seemed difference. He was being evaluated and he could tell. “Uhhh, yeah…”
“Danny? Have you ever…?”
The fox nodded, grinning widely. “Not really.”
“Really? That's a shock.” David grinned.
The pup laughed lightly and laid his paw on Robby’s shoulder again. “Workin’ on it.”
Reaching into a drawer in the desk, David withdrew another, much larger piece of paper, and placed it in front of the kits. It was a bunch of selection boxes with descriptions, arranged in a sideways tree formation. For example, if you ticked something as simple as ‘bondage’, it then branched off into categories and specifics.
Robby’s eyes glossed over when he tried to read the tiny print on the two pages. He nearly choked when he turned it over and saw there was more on the other side. “Uh-uhhh…?”
The wolf laughed aloud. “That’s how most react. Not everyone's heard about all this. I'll get you some more information.”
“I’ll do it,” Danny offered, looking over the raccoon’s lean shoulder. “David, can you get a pencil?”
The wolf nodded. “Don’t pick anything too crazy, Danny. Just remember you’re much more used to this stuff than he will be.”
“I won’t.” The fox pulled his friend closer, cuddling into the other boy's side.
David’s heart leaped and he suddenly felt inexpressibly happy. Seeing these things always brightened his day. Even though, thanks to his job, he got quite a few chances to see the potential for affection and love in kits, it never stopped affecting him. He reached under the desk, a massive grin on his face.
With a thump, he deposited the salon's ironically named “brochure” on the desk. “Alright, boys. I'll be back in a minute once you've had a chance to discuss things. Remember, you don't have to do anything crazy. It's not all chains and whips here. Try to keep it fun, Danny.”
“Okay.”
As David quickly paced down the corridor, the two cubs leaned on the desk and inspected the brochure – in actuality, a full-blown book – together. Robby was content to just scan the pages and let Danny turn them. The descriptions were dry and technical, but many of the sections were accompanied by very interesting photographs…
“There's so much in here,” Danny grumbled, pushing the brochure along the desk. “Not all of it's fun to me. Here, I’ll show you a few.”
Robby nodded, his breath catching in his throat when he saw some of the images. Some of the most breath-snatchingly gorgeous kits had posed for the making of this brochure, looking anywhere from ten to sixteen years of age. Some were outright beautiful, like they could be actors or models or something, and others were appealing normal. Their lean young bodies revealed in positions and situations that made the raccoon squirm and cover his groin; his dick starting to react.
There was an arctic fox cub, small and slender, featured in a lot of the photographs, and he was the first model shown when Danny turned the page to the “Masochism” section. The snowy-furred vulpine's tail was lashing happily in the air, and his lean body was bare, displaying his immaculate white fur. Cuffs snuggly around the boy's skinny ankles and wrists affixed him to a sturdy cross-shaped structure, spreadeagled standing up. Behind him was a mouse, an attractive female, who Robby guessed to be in her late-twenties with long straw-colored headfur. She held a whip, and a cheeky grin on her face.
The picture was dated this year and was captioned “Jeremy Amison (9) enjoying one of his favorite games.”
Robby found himself needing to swallow for some reason.
But then Danny turned the page again, and Robby couldn't stop a gasp of surprise. One page was entirely devoted to a trio of photographs. A crimson colored fox-pup was the main focus of all three. In the first, with his arms bound together above his head by a coil of cotton rope, smiling playfully and posing for the camera. Penis erect and neck ringed by an elegant collar, from which a long leash trailed off camera. The picture was a middle-distance shot that included the pup’s groin.
 The second photo was one of that same pup on a small bed, now sitting on his own foot-paws in a kneeling position, his paws and ankles were both bound, arms in front of him this time. He had a sultry expression and his ears were drooping, tail swishing behind him.
The third was slightly different. Tied-up once again, this time an odd contraption was on the fox-boy's penis, and another in his rectum. There was a strange look on his face, a weird mix of being uncomfortable and being in the throes of pleasure, his sharp teeth gritted in distress. The shot was framed similar to the others, with the kit on the bed.
Centered under all three images of the submissive vulpine was the caption, “Danny Docherty (10.5) tied up and loving it!”
“Danny?!” the raccoon exclaimed. “This is you? You're in this?”
The fox grinned. “Yeppers. David says I’m one of the more popular boys.”
“Popular? You let people see these pictures of you? Doesn’t it freak you out that they look at you a-and imagine doing stuff to you?”
The fox gave him a patronizing look. “My favorite hobby is being tied up and fiddled, so do you think I’m going to mind if someone is thinking about doing that to me? You know, so long as they aren't psycho? Once you get used to it, it’s awesome; people think I’m hot!” The fox giggled.
“That’s because you are, though,” the raccoon said.
In a split second the fox caught him in an embrace, holding him belly to belly. “Y’know, so are you. You could do this too, you know.”
Robby leaned into the embrace. “No, if my mom found out I did that…”
The fox-boy nodded and broke the hug. “I know.”
“B-but, do you have any… copies of these pictures?” Robert blushed under his thick fur.
“Why?” the fox asked unnecessarily, knowing it would make Robby squirm.
It did. “Uh, it’s just, they look so good a-and, you, uh, they’re really good and…”
“But why do you want pictures when you can get me to do anything you want for you?”
“B-because no matter how much we want to, I can’t do this sort of stuff with you. My mom’s all over us, stopping me from seeing you, stopping my allowance, not letting you sleep over. She wants you on the other side of the planet from me, and I don't want her to keep you away from me. I want to have something of yours, you know, all the time. I want you to be with me all the time. You're my b-boyfriend.”
Danny grinned. “I was wondering when you’d say that!” he chortled. Then he laid a comforting hand on the ‘coon’s hot cheek and adopted a grave expression. “Of course you can. I’ll even take more, just for you, know what I mean?”
Robby's hazel eyes misted slightly and he managed a thin smile.
“Hey, c’mon! We gotta get this done.”

Jeremy Amison had, like his older brother, some unusual interests.
It had confused him at first, when he realized he enjoyed being tied up and gagged by his older brother, even asking him to do so. It worried when he realized that he enjoyed having things done to him like that. Unusual things, things that excited and aroused him in complex ways. His brother helped him experiment and push the boundary of his young imagination, and Jeremy discovered much.
His mother didn't approve of any of this. His mother didn't approve of much. Especially not Jeremy.
Jeremy did not know why, what crime he had committed, but he was usually the one that she got angry with. The one she locked in the dark. The one she would forget to feed. The one she never seemed to care about.
He had always found it strange that he felt happier and safer here, a place where he would always be tied up, tortured, hit with whips and paddles, than back home. He wasn't scared here. It usually hurt, but there was never any pain.
To Jeremy, there was a difference. Real pain was scary. Uncertain. Cold. Lonely. Dangerous. The Salon was none of those things.
Suspended in a heavy cage, held several meters up in the air by a thick, steel chain, Jeremy took a moment to look around through the thick steel bars. In his fantasies, he’d be in a grimy dungeon, barely able to see anything in the gloom, the very weight of the air pressing down on him like veil of iron as unyielding as the rusted iron of his cage. Yet David wouldn’t take the risk of truly hurting a kit, so everything was fairly clean. Not everything could be perfectly realistic.
Jeremy shifted slightly, legs sticking out of the cage and dangling in the air. His arms were tied behind his back, and there was a vibrator tickling his still-developing prostate. A smaller one than he would've liked, still it sent waves of pleasant tingling through him.
The kit knew that he worried people. That a lot of others just couldn't understand him; even he didn't quite understand. His interests were extreme, and he did know that. He asked the staff to do so much to him, to make him scream, make him cry, make him feel totally powerless. He thanked God that his brothers and the staff at the Salon always looked out for him, set limits and stopped him from doing anything stupid, and nobody did anything to him he didn't want.
He was safe here. At home, not so much.
It was so hard to explain even to himself… that’s why he didn’t even try. One day, he knew he'd have to make sense of it all.
But for the moment the white-furred fox-boy was writhing in a cage, feeling a vibrator hum and buzz inside him. It took quite a bit of conscious effort and time, but this could actually get him off.
Jeremy wished he could find out what the time was, but that was part of the whole point of his experience right now, that he’d asked for. At any rate, he wished someone would hurry up and take him out of here so they could get started on the more serious stuff now. It was always slow in the morning, when the staff were getting set up for the day ahead
Determinedly, Jeremy started to grind and squirm, pressing down onto the mesh floor of his hanging cage. Pushing the vibrating toy further into his tensed insides, manipulating it.
It hurt. But he never stopped.
Ten minutes of gasping and groaning later, the pup felt a wave of pleasure wash over him. He collapsed backwards into an uncomfortable position against the metal bars, slender belly and chest rising and falling rapidly to his breathing, cock still stiff and tingling.
Drained, he sat there, panting in his suspended cage. Sweat filtered through his fur, making him look slightly damp all over. His unkempt, uncut head-fur flopped messily over his face.
With a satisfied smile, he rested.

“Here you are!” Danny said cheerfully, handing the wolf the list of things he and the raccoon had decided on.
David took the piece of paper and scanned it quickly. “Standard fare,” he commented, nodding. “Except I can see you’ve exerted a little influence over him here and there.”
“Only a little, Dave,” insisted the fox. “I just wanted him to give those things a try. I think he’ll like them. He said he's okay with it.”
David shrugged. “It’s alright.” He tapped the piece of paper. “With the likes of you for a friend, I’m not surprised that Robby wants to try all this.”
The fox smiled. “Hey! Can I have some of my pictures printed for Robby? He wants to take them home. I'll pay for it!”
Laughing, the lupine ruffled the fur on Danny’s head. “Don’t be dense. They’re your pictures, it's free. Oh. Which one of you two is the most dominant?”
Danny blinked. “Ah, I think I am. We don’t really know, do we?”
“Yeah, I figure you might actually be a bit of a switch… might want to explore that later on.” David winked. “Well, I’m thinking about letting you and your friend get some special treatment today. You know, help get Robby into the whole scene. No charge.”
Danny’s eyes widened. His tail began to wag animatedly. “Oh, really?! Great!!” He jumped forwards and ensnared the grown-up in a hug. “Thanks, Dave!”
“Don’t mention it. What do you wanna start on?”
“As always!”
“Want a collar?” enquired David. He remembered how hard it used to be for him to quit laughing whenever someone had asked him that as a kit. Now, he could effectively predict what any kit’s reaction would be to it. Even if they themselves weren’t sure.
Danny nodded. “Spoke to Robby. He wants one too. I think I might actually be able to get him into this stuff! Well, if his mom doesn’t wreck everything…”
“Oh, you mentioned her before, didn’t you? The Arkie?”
“Yep. She’s okay, but she doesn’t want us doing anything together.”
“Don’t worry about her, kit. It’s your lives. She won't be able to stop you forever.” The wolf quickly fixed Danny’s favorite collar around his neck. “Ready?”
“Let’s go!” The boy exclaimed. Then his expression became demure. “Master,” he added, suddenly all diffident.
“Yeah. Stop that.”

Robby managed to stand perfectly still as the wolf gently locked a black collar around his neck. The band of leather sat snuggly against his throat, and he nearly thought it was choking him, until he realized that it was just the weird sensation of having something tied around his neck.
“Alright,” the wolf said, kneeling down and looking gravely into the raccoon boy’s eyes. Robby knew there was an explanation coming. “Now, this is what that collar means, Robert: It means that you’re now a slave. Within constraints that you agreed to, I, or any person that works here, can do anything we want to you. You know what you’ve agreed to, right?” The shivering kit nodded, his ears standing up erect along with something else. “Alright. Now, you know that at any point in time you can tell me to stop? However, instead of simply yelling stop, you have to tell me the secret on this piece of paper.” He handed the boy the folded piece of paper. “The reason we do it like that is because you might say ‘Stop!’ out of reflex but not really want us to. We’ve had that happen before, and kits have left feeling stupid. Basically, it’s a ‘safe-word.' A phrase that isn’t likely to be blurted out insincerely, so it is always to be taken seriously. And we will take it seriously.”
Robby nodded, understanding all too well. His first response to being poked in the  side would be to shriek and call out “STOP!!” as loud as he can. It would really suck if he blew his free session out of reflex within the first few seconds.
“Also, we sort of expect you to remember that. We’ll all be watching for signs of undue distress. If it looks like we’re causing you severe harm or distress we'll stop straight away. Aside from that, we won’t really push you that much, unless you want that—you know, to test your will. I’ll be the first to admit this place is more about pleasuring you guys than playing ‘torturer’.
“Now, then,” David added, standing up again. “First thing you have to do, slave, is strip off. So get rid of those clothes!” Robby looked up in startled wonder. The wolf before him had seemingly transformed from a kind, excessively careful fur to a commanding, no-nonsense authoritarian! But, the raccoon perceived, there were subtle hints all over his face and in his voice that hinted David was feeling him out. Tentatively looking for boundaries and testing his responses.
With that profound insight, the first thought in Robby’s head was “My mom is SO gonna kill me…”
Slowly, Robert began to lift his white t-shirt over his head. The elastic material snagged on his nose, yanking his mouth open. He grunted and pulled it off.
Holding the white bundle in his paws, he looked around for somewhere to put it.
“Just dump it on the floor,” whispered Danny, leaning close.
“O-on the floor? Right, okay. Uh-umm…”
The fox rolled his eyes. “Master, do I have permission to strip off first?”
“Go ahead.”
Instantly, the pink t-shirt was easily pulled over the fox’s head and tossed to the floor. Without pausing, Danny opened the front and rear flies on his jeans and dropped them, stepping out of them. He kicked off his shoes, sending them into the corner of the room, and peeled off his ankle socks.
Standing there in his blue & white boxer-briefs, he grinned at his gob smacked friend. “Enjoying the show?” he teased, pulling his tail through the hole in the underpants and yanking them down. He’d stripped to nude in about four seconds with no hesitation.
Robby’s dick reacted predictably to the sight of his boyfriend naked. He’d seen the amazing sight before, but… the way the fox had undressed. It practically screamed out at him: “You’re gonna do it! You’re seriously going to do this!! You’re going to disobey your mom and have fun with your best friend!”
He swallowed and slipped a paw into his shorts, slowly pushing them down his legs, along with his green and black cotton boxers…
Robby cringed when he noticed his dick standing to attention like a soldier at inspection. With a final push, he dropped the shorts all the way to the ground.
David stood behind the raccoon and gently lifted his arms up. Once they were out of the way, he enfolded the cub’s dick in his paw and began to slowly pump it, squeezing it in his palm. Kneading it. After a few seconds, the kit’s knees weren’t very steady.
“Nnh!” mewled Robby, collapsing against the adult’s leg for support, his legs suddenly shaking.
A finger, lubricated with something, pressed against his tail-hole, quickly sliding up inside him. He yelped as the finger began to push against his pre-pubescent prostate, sending little jolts of sensation throughout his entire body. It wasn’t a feeling he was used to in the least.
The paw on his dick got firmer and faster, and he started to gasp and groan.
“Robby, you’re probably wondering what the heck the finger up the butt was for, right?” David asked, his voice soft and intimate. “I’ve just rubbed something into the area behind your prostate gland is something that interferes with nerve signals. In short, it screws with orgasms.”
The raccoon whimpered as the expert pumping increased in speed. He wasn’t even sure what that meant. How can you mess with someone’s orgasms?
“Nice and hard!” the wolf complimented him, ceasing and giving him a rub on the shoulder. “Good. There are a few ways we could keep it that way, but the best one…”
Lighting quick, before Robby had any time whatsoever to process what was happening, the wolf slipped an opaque plastic tube over his hard cock and pressed a small button on it. Moist rubber on the inside sucked towards the penis, enveloping the entire length and attaching itself firmly, a seal forming at the base of the member.
“Huh?!” Robby squawked, reaching for it, but a lupine paw pushed his away. “Wh-what is that?”
“Don’t touch. You’ll find out soon. Let it sit there.” Attaching a leash onto Robert’s collar, David started pulling him in the direction of another room. “Come on, both of you. Let's get out of reception. Can't have someone walking in on our fun.”
Robby scampered after the wolf, keeping the leash loose. He twisted and rubbed his buttocks gently. Inside him, the area David had rubbed, there was a prickling sensation. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was certainly strange. Distracting.
Danny padded obediently after them, paws at his sides. Expression unreadable when his boyfriend glanced back at him.
Wordlessly, David led the kits across a large room, seemingly the central room of the ground level, which looked like a large scale lounge and refectory. He took them down a corridor from that large central area, into a medium sized side room. One of many along the corridor.
 Inside the room there were a few pieces of “dungeon furniture”,  designed to hold a fur in bondage. They were all perfectly sized for kits Robby and Danny’s age. Amongst others, Robby recognized some pillories and a saw-horse, but most other things in the room were unknown in their name and usage to him.
With a few words of direction, the young raccoon was laid out on his back on a cushioned table with fixed straps in place to hold a fur’s arms and legs spread-eagled. With great effort, he managed to resist freaking out as his skinny arms were placed through the straps and fixed down.
He did a wriggle-test, and found that David had secured him to the point where he couldn’t move. The raccoon was stretched tightly across the table, completely vulnerable, with a weird ‘thingie’ on his penis…
“Comfy?” David asked him, gently rubbing the bound ‘coon’s chest. He nodded. “Cool. Now, let’s see how comfy you are when I turn this on…”
He pressed another small button on the tube and it started to ‘whir’ slightly. For a second, Robby couldn’t feel much, but soon his stiff dick exploded into what felt like the most intense jerk off he’d ever had. His eyes slammed open and his breath caught in his chest.
The sensation was several times more intense than ever has been possible with the paw, as if the nerves themselves were just vibrating with feeling. Tingling like they were wracked by electricity. He wailed as he quickly reached what ought to be his limit, that point just before he would orgasm, but nothing happened, only the sensations got even more and more powerful and overwhelming!
David chortled and leaned on the table. “It uses a current in the rubber lining, when it presses against your dick like that, to stimulate the nerve endings,” he explained, winking at Danny, who was grinning openly. “As you can tell, it’s pretty intense. Here, let’s not rush things.”
A small slider was adjusted on the side of the machine and the sensations promptly changed to very sharp pulses that ran up the length of Robby’s member, then back down after lingering teasingly on his tip; it was more bearable, but it was still horrible. Only an infinite second away from climax, the kit’s belly and groin muscles spasmed and tightened.
“H-hagh?” he groaned, bucking and trying to dislodge the contraption, but it wasn’t budging. “Oh, sh-shit!”
David sighed playfully. “Can’t have you wriggling like that. It distracts from the feeling.”
As a broad nylon strap went over the area just below his navel, Robby gasped. He was shaking all over and bound tightly.
This was incredible!
“It isn’t that bad, over-actor!” Danny snickered. But he flinched when David shot him a stern glance.
“As for you, little fox...” The wolf roughly grabbed Danny’s arms and pulled him over to the center of the room, where two nylon cables with cuffs for the wrists attached. They were lined with wool and very comfortable, but could be adjusted to hold even a cub’s wrists tightly.
“S-sorry!” the fox squeaked as his arms were placed into the cuffs and fastened tightly. The pulley system was activated, and his light frame was lifted off the ground a few inches. He could stand on his tip-toes, though only just.
“Apology accepted!” The wolf reached out to a small table at the side of the room. Moments later, he pushed a well-lubricated plastic vibrator to Danny’s sphincter and, with an arm around the boy’s hips to hold him steady, gently pushed it up against the youthful prostate. The kit’s protest was naught but a choked gasp as it easily slipped into place.
A gentle paw stroked his cheek, and he felt David's warm breath on his ear. “Hang tight, little dude. While you warm up, I’ll think of more interesting things to put on the agenda.”

It had been a quiet and cold respite. How long he had been alone in his predicament, he wasn't sure.
The door into the cage-room opened and a figure walked inside. Long, tall ears casting a weirdly eerie shadow that stretched across the floor as she entered from the bright hallway.
Jeremy looked up, still exhausted.
The shadowy fur moved quickly over to the mechanism and lowered the cage to about two feet from the floor, then ran to it and threw the barred door open. Reaching in and gently pulling the arctic fox-kit out. He gave a muted yelp and collapsed into the figure's arms. Even though his eyes were still getting used to the sudden light, Jeremy could smell the motherly feline.
Sarafina ran her anxious eyes over Jeremy, held in her arms, but the kit just smiled up at her. Thin, watery blood had marked the fur on his legs.
“Uh... I came!” he breathed, exhausted. “Even though you tied me up. It's really hard and-”
“Hard and painful!” The vibrator clattered to the ground as Sarafina tossed it away. “Jeremy, there is blood. You might have to go to the doctor.” There was no scorn, no disapproval in the cat’s tone. Just worry.
Holding Jeremy close to her, she slipped a paw around to his backside. It was raw and wet with blood, probably painful to the touch, but Jeremy held still.
“I think it's just some blood, nothing too serious,” Sarrie assured him gently. “You need to be careful. You could've really hurt yourself. I shouldn't have left you.”
He shook his head firmly. “No, ma’am, it’s just a little cut, that’s all,” he insisted weakly. “I-I can keep going.”
“Maybe tomorrow.” That was a lie, and they both knew that. “We have to stop for now. Make sure you’re alright.”
She cradled the snowy white kit in her arms, comforting and reassuring. Thinking. Something had to be done about this, Sarafina decided; it was fine when all he wanted was to be tied up, dominated, whipped or spanked, but now it was looking like things were getting out of control.
She had no idea how he managed to hurt himself while bound in a cage, but he had. In spite of, or perhaps because of, the pain he felt, he had kept going.
Even for Jeremy, this was odd.
“I won’t let you hurt yourself, even if that means stopping you from doing what you want, Jeremy,” Sarafina intoned, stroking his ears. “It's time for a rest.”
The kit clutched her arm tightly to his chest and tacitly nodded…
Maybe he had a problem.

There was a strange thumping noise. Someone or something bashing insistently on some wooden object. Something awful and unwanted that tried to rip her from the warm embrace of sleep.
It carried on and on and on and on… but she was determined to ignore it. It was a cold day, and no force on this planet could coerce her out of her warm bed, silky sheets and downy quilts. Not even…
The door slammed open with a percussive bang, and the young rodent flew into the air with a yelp of surprise, sending her covers down to her knees. Her dark-yellow head-fur flopped over her wide blue eyes and she stared at the intruder in abject terror.
It took a second to register who it even was.
“Aria!” her big sister said, deftly ripping the sheets clear off the bed. “It’s ten in the morning! Get up!” The teen crossed over to the bedroom window, throwing it open. “Let's go!"
“Diane!!” the mouse exploded. Sitting up, she clutched her knees to her bare chest, shivering instantly as the cold outside air washed over her. “What are you doing?!”
“Waking you up,” came the even reply. The older mouse regarded her sister, garbed in naught but white frilly panties. “You know, Aria, if you’re cold, perhaps you should go to bed wearing something a little more practical? Or anything at all, really.”
“It’s freezing!!” Aria cried, hugging a pillow close to her chest and shivering.
Diane giggled and leaned over, thin hands clasped in her white gown, and delivered one of her extremely potent kisses onto her smaller sibling’s forehead. “C’mon, sleepy. Have you forgotten already?” She ‘tsked’ playfully. “Some kind of Alzheimer’s? Ten is a little young for that, isn't it?”
Aria’s eyes widened even further. A broad smile touched her lips and she bounded from her bed, suddenly unaware of the temperature. Or, for that matter, the fact she was parading around in her underwear in front of an open window facing the street. “Woo-hoo, alright!” she cried, punching the air. “Party time!”
Outside, an old equine couple and their grandson glanced her way. The grandson, around Aria's (new and improved!) age, gave a naughty chuckle.
The birthday-girl grinned hugely as she ran to the window, stuck her tongue out and posed, flaunting her slender body. The young colt laughed harder, walking backwards so he could keep watching.
She really didn't care – it was her birthday! Not just any birthday, either. The big one-zero! The big double-digits! The day she'd get all the presents she'd begged her parents for an entire year to get! Sleepiness was banished in an instant, and Aria never had much “modesty” to begin with.
“Aria!” said Diane, pulling the little girl-mouse from the windowsill. “Stop being a perv for a sec. We’ve got twenty minutes before people will start showing up for your party. We let you sleep in!”
“Yeah, yeah!” Aria skipped over to her closet and threw it open. Then she came right back. “Presents!?”
Diane lightly poked her sister’s side. “Not now! Get dressed! Come on!”
“Come on, Di!”
“No! You'll find out soon!”
“Pleeeaaase?” Aria wheedled, positioning her paws at her sister’s sides. “If you tell me, I’ll stop tickling you?” She flexed her fingers...
“Oh yeah?” Diane demanded, sweeping her little sister off her paws and depositing her back on the bed with her arms pinned by her sides. “You’re gonna need a few more birthdays to pull that off!” With that, the dreaded secret weapon was unleashed. Diane lowered her dainty muzzle to her sister's bare belly, took a deep breath... and blew such a tremendous raspberry it probably registered on the Richter Scale.
After the screaming subsided, Diane sat back. “Get dressed, squirt!”
“Do I have to?”
“Lemme think. I know, I'll give you another one to help me think-”
“No, no, it's okay, I'm good! You don't have to do that.”
Diane winked. “I knew you'd see things my way. C'mon, I'll help you pick something out.”

Robby collapsed to the floor when he tried to stand, panting from the residual sensations after David released him. “Oh God!” he whispered, mostly to himself. “I’ve got to get myself one of those…”
There was no time for rest, as the wolf helped him to his feet, and promptly buckled a set of velvet-lined leather cuffs onto his wrists. With a nuzzle that was either designed for reassurance or distraction David brought the wrists behind his back and locked them both together with a padlock through a small metal D-ring on each cuff.
“It’s a good thing you’re so flexible,” the adult remarked, moving his young charge’s arms, shoulders and elbows as if testing how far they’d go comfortably. “So, where do you do the gymnastics?”
Robby jerked in surprise. “Uhhh, I- I,” he stammered. “At the sports center uptown. My mom helps me do my stretches just about every night.”
“Excellent. You should get Danny to do them too. It helps a lot. Now, stay there!”
Danny was released next, and was also cuffed. As David was leading them both into another room, seemingly down at the basement level, the fox kit shot his boyfriend a wink. Robby responded with a shy smile and a flattening of the ears. Everything was going well so far… even that tormenting, buzzing sheathe had actually been kind of pleasurable, once it had been set to a more reasonable level.
This was a weird experience, but it hadn't been bad so far.
The room they were lead into had as its main attraction a strange cube shaped metal frame with small arms extending inwards from the vertices. Small rings at the end of those arms indicated quit succinctly that they were for attaching those cuffs to. The actual frame itself was about seven feet cubed, and was clearly designed for bondage, though Robby wouldn’t have been shocked to see such a thing in a playground.
“Whilst you were all preoccupied,” David began, motioning for Danny to sit down- most kits attending the salon knew the ‘proper’ way to sit down was to kneel on both knees and settle back onto them, sitting on their paws, legs slightly spread and back straight, and Danny did this immediately- and leading the bewildered raccoon into the center of the structure, “an emergency came up and I’ve gotta go deal with it.”
He attached two more leather cuffs to the raccoon’s thin ankles. Then the lupine raised the boy’s arms up at angles and clicked the padlocks on the extended metal arms into the cuffs, leaving Robby’s body completely exposed, before doing the same with his paws to two thick iron rings on the floor in the center of the cube.
The raccoon was wide-eyed, exposed and spread-eagled with a hard-on so stiff it looked like it’d been doused in starch. “Wh-what are you doing?” he asked as demurely as he could, considering his heart was pounding insanely in his chest.
The wolf shot him a smirk. “I'm sorry,” he began again, “I didn't want to leave you guys alone again, but I won't be long. Now, it’s not uncommon for slave-boys to be ordered to do various things to one another whilst the master is away. That’s the case here.” He chuckled. “I’m leaving you in the hands of your boyfriend. I hope he’s gentle.”
Robby’s eyes clicked sideways slightly to his boyfriend: he had a very interested expression on his face.
“Hmm. Still though, we are talking about Danny here.” David pretended to muse. “Oh well. I won’t be gone that long. You’ll likely be in one piece when I get back. You’ll probably be a panting, shivering wreck but you’ll be alive.”
“But what about the safe-word?” Robby asked, voice trembling with an ambivalent mixture of absolute fear and eagerness.
“Seriously, I'm sure he won't push you that far. This is all just to get you used to this kind of sex-play, Robby.” David said softly, lightly stroking the raccoon’s tummy. “Besides. When I come back, you’re switching places. So he’d better behave.”  
The boys traded glances...

Aria endured the singing. She was a patient girl, so she could handle being bawled at by furs who couldn’t carry a tune in a bulldozer. They meant well.
She withstood the kissing. Aria knew her relatives didn’t mean to have such bad breath.
She survived the hugging! She was fit enough to be able to flex her chest in such a way that there were no crushed ribs!
Yes, she truly was worthy of respect. A young mouse deserving of admiration!
But now was the time for presents and cake!
Aria’s features came alight when the first crimson-bound box was given to her. Eagerly, she ripped away the ribbons, tore off the wrapping paper and removed the top of the box… only to reveal another box identical to the first, but smaller, inside. She frowned, but persisted. She repeated the process to THAT box. And to the one inside. And then the next one. And the next. Before too long, she lifted out a small package. She was going to kill Diane for this.
A package of purple crepe-paper, which she careful removed (she loved crepe-paper and wanted to keep this piece) and unveiled a small plastic card.
Her left eyebrow leaped a hurdle. “Huh?” she enquired. “Salon duh Yiff? Whassat?”
Diane and some of the older cousins laughed. “Yep,” she chortled. “Salon Du Yiff; that place I’ve been telling you about? I promised I’d get you a credit account for there, right? It’s $100 bucks of cred. You’re old enough to go now.”
Suddenly, the memory clicked in her head. The little mouse girl was speechless. Her delicate jaw opened and closed until she finally thought what to say. “Thanks, sis! Oh my god, I've wanted to go there for ages!”
Aria’s father gently laid a hand on his daughter’s shoulder. “Don’t you think it’s time to open the other presents?”
“Other presents?” repeated Aria in a distracted, dreamy voice. Of course! Why delay?”
Okay, maybe she would let her sister get away with it this time.

Jeremy had been examined thoroughly by Sarafina. She’d found no severe damage, thankfully, and from what she could tell there was only a very small friction cut, which had resulted in that watery blood, but probably wouldn’t cause any lasting trouble. He was lying on his back, a pillow under the small of his spine, watching the TV in the waiting room upside down as David came in.
The first thing the grey, white and black lupine clocked as he walked in was the sheepish glance the arctic fox-kit threw him. He shot a wry smile back.
Sarafina came in from the other door, from the kitchen, and handed the kit a mug of warm chocolate. The scent wafted about the room.
“What’s up, guys?” he asked, sitting on a blue beanbag by the kit. He didn't want to let the sensitive kit think he was being judged.
Jeremy struggled into the kneeling position and clutched his chocolate drink to his chest. “I’m sorry, David…” he murmured. “You don’t have to worry about me.”
“You’re wrong, kiddo. I most certainly do.” He draped an arm around the diminutive cub’s shoulders and gently drew him closer, careful not to make him spill the chocolate. “If you’re getting hurt, it matters a lot to me.”
“Huh?”
“This place is about making you happy,” David said softly, squeezing the kit’s shoulder, “even if that means hurting you a little. No, wait, even if it means hurting you a lot. But you know what I mean.”
Jeremy giggled softly.
“There’s a difference between hurting you, you know, a little pain if that’s what you want, and harming you. If you get damaged when in our care, it’s a totally different thing. I know I can’t change the way you are, Jeremy, and I’d never try to without asking you first. But you have to realize that when you hurt yourself that badly, you’re also hurting me. And your brothers. We worry about you.”
The kit was silent.
“Jeremy, if you do this again, I might have to ban you from the harsher stuff. Maybe even from coming here.” Jeremy suddenly tensed. “It’s part of our rules. We can’t continue if we believe we’re harming someone. You knew that the very first day you came here.”
The fox boy responded slowly, tears stinging his eyes. “Please don’t ban me from here…” he said in such a wispy, delicate voice it could’ve been carried away by the faintest breeze. “I’ve nowhere else to go. When I’m here, nothing is painful! It might hurt from time to time, but it’s never painful” He placed the steaming mug in his paws onto the carpeted floor. “Sometimes, there’s blood, but there's never tears.”
And for that, the wolf had no reply…

The beautiful, toned fox kit slowly padded his way to his bound ‘coon, breathing raggedly and never breaking eye contact… quite deliberately.
“D-danny!” the raccoon gasped, trying to pull himself away unsuccessfully, the chains being pulled tight. “Wh-wh-what are you gonna do to me?” The fox was silent, even though he was but four strides away… “Danny?”
With a strange exhalation, Danny wrapped his arms around the raccoon’s thin frame, nuzzling into his neck. “Guess what?” he murmured, hands wandering up and down his friend’s back and sides.
“What?”
“Your mom ain’t here,” the fox breathed, touching his pink noses to his partner's. “She can’t stop us now.”
Robby’s heart skipped a beat. “Y-yeah!” he giggled nervously. “So what are...?”
Danny pressed his body up to Robby’s. Belly, chest, groin and even genitals touching. “No mom to get in the way, and you’re nice and tied up where you can’t get all shy and hide from me!” He giggled and delivered a wet lick to his boyfriend’s face. “I think it’s time you learn just what I think about you!”
A roving paw slid its way down the restrained raccoon’s torso, tracing his fur-hidden nipples. Pointed claws suddenly scratched lightly over the grey fur.
“Haaaa!” Robby shuddered, still uselessly trying to wriggle away. “D-Danny! No tickling!”
“Shhh!” the fox whispered. Smirking.
Another light brush of the claws, this time across the raccoon’s tummy. The reaction was even more spectacular, as Robby floundered in the absolute grip of the restraining frame. “Daaannniieee!”
The fox giggled and slowly danced his claws all over the tight stomach. “I just hope it takes David a few hours to get back, don’t you?” He knelt down and wrapped the raccoon’s lower back and upper legs in a firm embrace. “No?” He let his tongue fall out and he slowly, but surely took his boyfriend’s erection in his maw.
Robby jolted as, for the first time in a very long time, he felt that moist warmth, the sensation of his dick being enveloped someone’s muzzle. “Danny!!” he called out loudly as the fox began suckling gently. “Ooh, nngghh!!” Completely reflexively, he tried to pull his hips away, away from the overwhelming, skilled tongue, but his lover’s strong grasp held him in place.
It continued for thirty seconds… a minute… two minutes… three minutes of pathetic squirming and shaky yelps later, Robby still hadn’t climaxed, but his sensitive penis stayed firmly stiff, tingling with electric feelings.
It took a while for it to hit him, and when it did a horrified groan escaped his jaws.
“That cream the wolf put up my butt!!” He realized. Powerless to stop his suckling boyfriend. “I still can’t…?!”
Only after he'd had his fill did Danny finally relent, sucking hard on the stiff member in his mouth as he slipped it out. Robby’s knees buckled and he would’ve collapsed had he not been chained upright.
“You liked that, huh?” Danny teased, again pressing his dick to his boyfriend’s and starting to knead them both simultaneously. “Just imagine! We could be doing that every weekend, if it weren’t for your mom…”
The raccoon swallowed. “Uhh… what are you doing now?” Anxiety shook his voice – he knew now he was totally helpless.
“Haven’t decided yet.”
“Huh?”
With a sharp giggle, Danny turned away and walked towards a table sitting in a corner of the room. Robby hadn’t even noticed it when they’d walked it, but now the paraphernalia sitting on the black wooden tabletop chilled him to the bone.
Whips. Riding crops. Small metal rods! There was stuff on that bench that would’ve looked more at home in a medieval torture room.
Robby whimpered. “N-no… please, no whips!” he pleaded with watery purple eyes. “Danny, no!”
The fox picked something up off the table and, holding whatever it was behind his back, turned around. His grin was roguish and both ears were flattened sideways in a mockery of a threatening sign-language. “Okay…” he said. “I won't do that. Not even once. I won't do anything like that to you. Promise.” His naked paw-pads made little sound on the thin, austere carpet when he slowly returned.
His paws were concealed behind his back.
“What’s that?” the tied raccoon cried, trying to start backwards.
“What’s what?”
“What’ve you got in your paws?”
The fox was walking around behind him, skirting him by about a meter. All the while, whatever he’d picked up from that table was hidden behind his back.
All of a sudden, it was too much. Robby had never been taught about this stuff. His mother pulled him out of the sexual education classes at school, and even though he trusted his friend implicitly, this was ground he’d never even seen before, let alone trodden.
A sniffling-sob escaped his muzzle and his eyes watered. “Danny, stop!” he pleaded, hanging his head and drooping piteously. “Don’t! Wait!”
And stop the fox did. Immediately. “What’s wrong?” He quickly stepped close. “I promised I wouldn’t hurt you!”
“…when?”
“…Okay, I didn’t quite– Look, but why would I ever wanna hurt you? I swear this doesn’t hurt. You can trust me!” Another nuzzle.
“Danny, this isn’t…” he wasn’t going to say it wasn’t ‘right.’ “It just feels so strange!”
Danny chuckled. “Of course it does!”
“Please, just show me what you’ve got!”
“It’ll spoil the surprise!” Danny adamantly straightened and kept his hands under his bushy tail.
“I’ll scream!” threatened Robby, very macho-like. “Danny, show me! Please?”
There was a box of tissues in the corner of the cubic frame, and Danny plucked two downy-soft tissues out and dabbed delicately at the raccoon’s wet, wild eyes and nose. “Okay. Do you wanna go?” he asked gently, putting the tissues in a nearby container and stepping backwards.
“No.” Robby shook his head and sniffled slightly again. “I don’t wanna ruin this. I don’t mean to. I’m just…”
The fox nodded. “I know. I'm sorry.” He held out white cylinder of tapered plastic, a little longer than the furry palm it rested in. There was a weird switch at the base, with a small groove just above that base. The tapered end was ribbed and not much more than a finger's width, up to the end which was about two or three.
Robby raised an eyebrow quizzically. “What IS that?”
The reply was a disbelieving smack on a fox’s forehead. “You don’t know what it is?”
“No?”
“Come on!” Danny encouraged, proffering the object in his paws up to his friend’s muzzle. “Sex ed. class? You weren’t pulled out until five days after we covered these. You gotta know what this is!”
“You remember when I was taken out of sex-ed?” the raccoon said incredulously. “Uhh, it looks familiar… like I saw something similar, you know?”
“Course I remember. It was four days after I finally cornered you in the boys’ change-room showers.”
The raccoon blushed furiously under his facial fur. His dick twitched at the sheer memory, pulsing almost right back to full stiffness. The two were new at the school and only timidly spoke to anyone, even one another.
One day, Danny made his move, and their mutual crush became something much more. Something special that got only stronger and stronger with time.
The first time they had proper contact was right after a sex-ed class, in fact. Robby had been used as a ‘living model’ by the teacher, standing at the front of the classroom in nothing but his fur, while the grown-up pointed out the finer points of erections, giving the raccoon one in record time.
That was all Danny could take, and he followed the raccoon into the change room, catching him getting changed for physical education.
“Yeah, I remember…” whispered Robby.
“Yeah...” Danny  smiled softly. “Um. It's just a vibrator. You stick it up your butt, up against that sensitive area. It vibrates and feels awesome!”
Robby nodded. “I think I remember. I’ve never done it before.”
“Of course! Your mom doesn’t want you to know these things exist. Anyway, it’s ‘inny-and-outty’ like that at the tip so it feels good going in and out, like if I want to use it as a dildo instead of a vibrator! The bit where it’s thin at the base is designed to keep it in place.” The fox twirled it deftly into the air with one finger and caught it. “See? I wouldn’t pull a whip or something like that on you!”
The raccoon nodded again. “I know. Sorry, but I got scared.”
“That’s okay. Just as long as you know I wouldn’t hurt you.”
“One question.”
“Huh?”
“What’s a dildo?”

Meanwhile…

Aria was distracted.
Her party was still ongoing, but she’d snuck away for a moment, to get some space on the upstairs veranda outside her parents’ bedroom. The view was beautiful. Silver, mercurial clouds veiled the sun. Catching its iridescence and lighting the winter sky with a shimmering brilliance. Delicate sun-rays peeked through, playing across the city skyline.
Leaning on the balcony railing, Aria enjoyed the view.
Suddenly, there was a slender hand on her shoulder. “Hmm?”
Diane leaned on the railing as well, next to her sister. “How come you’re out here?” she asked curiously. “There’s this big party for you downstairs, if you didn’t notice.”
The girl shrugged. “I guess I wanted to relax for a minute. It’s pretty out here.”
“You’re ten going on twenty,” Diane remarked, smiling.
“How’d ya know I was here?”
The teen-mouse shrugged. “I’m your sister. I’ll find you no matter where you go. Whatever happens.”
“Hey. You promise?”
“Of course! Why d'ya even feel the need to ask such a stoooopid question?”
Aria bit her lip contemplatively. “I dunno…” she murmured. “How long until the party finishes?”
\t“Not sure. Aunt Enid has to go soon. Why?”
“I’m going to that place. Today, after the party. If anyone wants to come too, they should!”
“Sounds good. But for now, we have cake downstairs. Let's go, squirt!”

Jeremy finished his cocoa and reclined on the beanbag, putting the mug gently on the floor. They'd left him alone for a bit, once again, and Jeremy had already promised to take it easy today, but there was nowhere for him to go while Sarafina and David were so busy. It was probably to be expected; they'd arrived so early that the adults were still getting ready for the rest of the day.
He didn't want to leave. There was nowhere to go. He didn't want to go home.
Thankfully, he wasn't left alone for too long. David returned, whistling tunelessly. “Well, your brothers are… unreachable,” quoth the wolf. “Sarrie and I were talking, and I’ve had this idea. How about we go back to basics?”
The snowy furred cub looked up, baffled. “Huh?”
“I’ve got two kits in the cube-room,” David elucidated, kneeling down and almost absently skritching the kit’s belly, prodding at his navel. “One’s been coming here for a while, you probably know him. The other’s his boyfriend, and a total newb. They’re not doing anything heavy so I was going to see if they’d let you join them for awhile. They might want to just be together today, but I thought I'd ask them.”
“Okay.”
“One problem. This is a special time for them, really. So I want to give them another half an hour or so.”
Jeremy nodded, feeling slightly disappointed. “Okay…” he muttered again. “But what can I do until then?”
David’s grin was huge. “We could watch TV together?” With David, that meant a lot more than just sitting in front of the box! After all, the grown-up was extremely good with his paws!
“Uh-huh, we could!!” With a crow of delight, Jeremy reached out and hugged the wolf tightly.
“I figured you'd like that idea. Let's get comfy.”


Part one
Fin

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