“Your father owes me a great deal of money.”

Ishraq stared at his footpaws.

“Yes. That’s why I’m here. I-”

“I will not forgive it,” the bat interrupted him sharply, his voice ice and razorblades. “But I am not entirely without mercy. I will allow you to work off his debt.”

The sun bear timidly raised his eyes and, for a scant moment, met the crime lord’s intense gaze. He swallowed nervously.

“Doing what?” He asked, wary of what someone as powerful as the infamous Fabien Laurent could possibly want from him.

“Starting immediately, you will move in here for one month. You will do exactly as I tell you, precisely when I tell you, and the slate will be wiped clean. Each second of hesitation on any order will cost you wages and therefore time as my servant. Is that understood?”

Fabien was a fruit bat who would stand at an imposing 6’2” were he not at ease, lounging lop-sided in an armchair like a petulant teenager despite being in his early 30s. He lay askew, one leg resting as it should in front of the seat while the other dangled casually across the armrest. The opposite armrest supported his lower back while his shirtless top half rested against it. The neglected back of the chair rose behind him like a plush, crimson monolith. He was flanked on either side by a pair of bodyguards: a bored-looking calico and a scrappy porcupine.

He was sinewy, with plenty of muscle showing through his sleek coat. With his wing bones and webbing coming off of the underside of his arms, it appeared as if he preferred not to wear a shirt, instead showing off his athletic torso. His coat was a smoky gray, so dark that it was nearly black. Dyed into his pelt at several points- a large diamond-shaped swath on his chest, long narrow “V”s on the backs of his forearms, a shock of headfur, and a telltale trail starting at his belly and (disappearing into the waistband of his designer underwear) were patches of bright, ostentatious banana-yellow. He wore only low-cut, tight, black jeans and the blotches of color in his fur stood out boldly against the drab shades. He had many piercings in his massive ears, from rows of rings to a barbell that passed twice through, keeping one ear perpetually bent. More adorned his lip, nipples, and navel. His eyes were glassy beads of ebony. Above them, a solitary piercing in his brow.

He dismissed the thugs on either side of him with a casual wave, apparently not considering Ishraq a threat. They left the room while silently glaring daggers at their captive. Once his duo of guardians departed, the megabat lifted the overfull glass red wine that hung limply from his claws to his muzzle. If it weren’t for the bits of fruit bobbing in the sangria, it could have been mistaken for blood.

The ursine’s father was a gambler, and when his money ran out, he turned to less reputable sources to get more. After he failed to pay back his loans on time and the interest started to pile up, he went into hiding. Ishraq came home from work earlier that evening to find his apartment being tossed by a couple of Fabien’s goons. Failing to find his dad or enough items of value to cover the massive debt, they turned menacingly toward him. He agreed to come peacefully before Laurent, a boss of a local criminal syndicate to plead for clemency for his irresponsible father.

His paw trembled. The bear inhaled deeply to steady his nerves.

“Yes, Sir. Understood,” he said as calmly as he could, doing his best to be respectful, lest he raise the bat’s ire.

“That does not work for me. From now on, I am ‘Master’ to you,” Fabien callously declared. He downed his wine and set the glass aside after plucking a ruby-red cherry from the goblet. 

“Yes...Master,” Ishraq corrected through gritted teeth.

He was a proud bear by nature. It had been difficult enough for him to practically beg for pity for his father, let alone debase himself by serving a criminal, but if all it would take is one month of subjugating himself into the fruit bat’s service to clear his family’s massive debt and ensure their safety, he would suffer through it.

“Good. Follow me to your room.”

The sun bear did and they silently strode through the halls of the manor. It was unbelievably decadent, with high ceilings and ornate columns- clearly a dwelling meant to intimidate as much as it impressed. Ishraq couldn’t imagine what he would need all of the space for otherwise. To the ursine’s surprise the room he was led to was lavish and comfortable, though modest in size compared to much of what he had seen so far.

“Don’t get too used to the decor. I have plans to redecorate it tomorrow, but feel free to enjoy it for the night. You have a busy day ahead. You will need to be well rested,” Fabien commented, gazing off at nothing with his chin held high while his newest servant fought the urge gape at the chamber.

Ishraq almost thanked the bat for the room before he caught himself. In his awe he had nearly forgotten that the whole reason he was here was due to extortion in order to spare his father a grisly fate. He set his face into an impassive mask and remained silent. The bat left the room without another word, slamming shut the door behind him. Through the reverberation the bear heard a click. When he tried to open it the knob jiggled to no avail. He was exhausted and emotionally drained, but it was too early in the evening for him to sleep, so he explored his confines instead and found them to be a suite rather than merely a bedroom.

What he mistook for a closet at a casual glance was actually a door leading to a short hallway that branched into a bathroom as well as a modest kitchenette and a salon. It was well past suppertime and he was starving. Never an expert cook, he looked at what he had to work with. The pantry and fridge were well stocked with an array of fresh produce, mostly fruit, but little more, which made sense considering his host’s species. It wasn’t what Ishraq would normally consider dinner fare, but he made due. He then retired to the bedroom again to busy himself with the TV until he felt drowsy, since he had been forced to surrender his phone upon entering the mansion and had no way of accessing the internet.

Eventually he curled up on the bed and replayed the events of the day in his head while he slowly drifted off, still dressed for the day.

“Get up!”

He was startled awake early the next morning by the harsh words of Fabien's feline lackey. The dim light of sunrise filtered in past the curtains, casting the room in a hazy glow. He peered groggily at the fur who roused him. The orange and white cat stood next to his bed, twitching his ears in annoyance. One was missing a small chunk of flesh, as if it had a bite taken out of it at some point.

“I said: get up.”

The calico’s disdainful tone was somewhat hampered by the stifled yawn that punctuated it, but Ishraq did as commanded, throwing off the sheets and staggering upright.

“Strip,” came the next order.

“What!? Why?”

“Just do as you’re told or I let Laurent know of your-” he paused to let the corner of his short muzzle twist into a sneer, “-insubordination.”

The sun bear didn’t like the sadistic malice in the tom’s voice. He started to disrobe and less than a minute later he stood awkwardly naked in front of the other anthro. The feline studied his nude form while his clothes lay in a rumpled pile on the floor. Ishraq had never been particularly shy, but the lewd way the thug smirked at him as he examined his unclothed body made his fur bristle.

Ishraq was 22 years old. Being a sun bear, he was pretty short for an ursine at 5’4” tall with an average build. He was maybe slightly on the hefty side, though certainly trim and athletic by bear standards. His coat was a dark, chocolate brown with the exception of his mask and the crescent marking across his collar and throat which were a faded tangerine. His eyes were vibrant orbs of orange, and the skin on his nose, inner ears and paw-pads were charcoal black. The feline’s eyes, however, lingered on his sheath and fuzzy sac, both of which were respectfully sizable.

The cat suddenly knelt in front of him and with smooth dexterity pulled something from his pocket and affixed it around the bear’s genitals in a single motion. He jolted in surprise as he felt a ring of cold metal wrap behind his scrotum and a cage of steel bars slide snugly over his sheath. The strange, tight tugging sensations were followed immediately by an unexpected click! As the gangster’s paws were removed Ishraq felt an unusual weight at his groin. He looked down to see that a chastity device had been secured there with a small, brass padlock nesting between the base of his penis and his balls.

The bodyguard stood, scooping up the bundle of clothing with one paw and dangling a tiny key on a slender chain from one claw on his other.

“Monsieur Laurent-” he placed a strange emphasis on his boss’s name- “asked me to inform you that you are to remain undressed at all times. You will only wear clothes that he provides you and only when he tells you to, so get used to being naked. The cage is an added measure to ensure obedience. If you behave, he may see fit to unlock you on occasion so that you can pleasure yourself. If you don’t do as you're told, the key may become permanently lost. Or perhaps it may even be gifted to me.”

The crook slowly ran his tongue along his maw in a predatory gesture.  

The ursine nodded, embarrassed by the controlling overtones of the lecture but doing well to remain stoic. He regretted not having pawed off in the past couple of days. He had never considered it likely that he would be prevented from doing so for the entire month or longer. If he ever ran away, he could try to cut himself free, Ishraq reasoned, but he wasn’t very comfortable having sharp tools that close to his genitals.

“Good. Go shower and get yourself something to eat. Laurent will be here shortly. He is forgiving an awful lot of money, so don’t expect him to go easy on you.”

With those words of warning the cat sauntered out of the room, spinning the key and chain playfully on his claw as he departed.

The household’s newest staff member bathed quickly and gathered himself a suitable breakfast. He shivered slightly as he ate, still a bit damp from his shower and sitting naked at his dining nook. He wondered what was in store for him that day. Before long the door opened again. He leaned over to see who was there and found Fabien standing stately in the entryway, glaring coldly at him where he peeked around the corner of the kitchenette. He was scowling, looking tired, and wearing the same punk attire he had lounged about in the previous evening.

“When I enter your presence or you mine, I expect that you present yourself before me and await orders. Is that clear?” 

Although he spoke slowly with emphasis on each syllable, his timbre was sharp as ever. In his fatigue his accent was more pronounced and his prisoner wondered if Laurent was a first-generation immigrant just like he was.

“Yes, Master,” Ishraq replied, keeping the simmering anger at being talked down to out of his tone as best he could while he rose and walked before the megabat. He donned an expressionless veneer and waited at attention. Amidst the plush chestfur of his temporary owner he saw the silver glint of the chain and key to his chastity cage.

“You are a proud fur, aren’t you? I can tell by the way you glower at me. I’ll have to break you in, I suppose. I’ve dealt with harder than you. But first, follow me.”

Fabien left the room swiftly and his slave fell into step behind him. He was led through the labyrinthine manor to an opulent bedroom and then through a door to a bathroom befitting the grand home. The chamber was easily the size of the sun bear’s apartment itself. The floor was glittering marble, smooth except for a shallow set of steps leading down into a tub hewn from the floor itself. Gold and glass outlined a massive shower on one end of the room. The toilet and sink were just as luxurious and everywhere the eye could see were plush towels, mats, drapes, and robes. A small array of cleaning supplies were piled near the bath.

“Kneel in the tub.”

The ursine gazed suspiciously at the empty reservoir.

“Need I remind you that your hesitation costs you money and therefore time?” Fabien prompted less harshly than he could have, as he stepped into the bath himself.

Ishraq knew he was right. He hurried to climb down into the tub. He knelt in the center of it while his host sniffed the air.

“It’s good that you did as told and showered this morning. I wanted all other colognes and fragrances off of you. You’re my property now and I intend to mark as such,” the fruit bat said as his nimble fingers undid the fly of his jeans.

It took a moment for the ursine to understand what he meant, but as soon as he did, his face flushed in shame and anger. He stared up at the crime lord, determined not to show his revulsion at what was about to happen, but his eyes blazed with impotent fury. Fabien already had the tip of his rigid maleness in his paw. Like the rest of him, it was pierced. A steel ring decorated his ample sheath. His balls rested prominently on either side of his penis in a short, wide scrotum with a linear tuft of yellow fur running between them underneath. He angled his penis down toward where his servant knelt. The bat smirked cruelly as his stream unceremoniously began. It started as a slight trickle, dribbling out and wetting his sheath, but within seconds it was a full torrent of piss. A jet of hot urine struck the bear’s chest and ran through his coat, dripping down onto his locked length and heavy balls.

The scent of the marking was potent. Judging by the force and volume, it was clearly the winged anthro’s first time relieving himself that morning. The bat sighed with satisfaction as he aimed his cock this way and that, letting his pee shower all over the sun bear’s fur. He raised the angle to let it cascade over his collarbone and touch his cheek before splashing across his muzzle. Without thinking, Ishraq licked the moisture from his maw and nearly gagged at the acrid taste of it. 

He heard the fruit bat chuckle.

“Open up! You’re going to swallow a mouthful before I’m done, slave,” his keeper taunted.

Begrudgingly, the ursine opened his muzzle and rankled as the stream found its way there and quickly filled his maw with a couple large swallows of urine. Grimacing, he gulped them down. The megabat allowed his flow to dwindle and taper off before shaking the last few drops of his nectar at the bear’s face. 

Ishraq was thoroughly soaked and humiliated by the ordeal. A puddle of pale gold had formed beneath him and was rapidly cooling, making him feel even more gross and violated. Fabien, penis still in his paw, leered at him.

“Thank me,” he directed.

“Thank you, Master,” he answered flatly, feeling pee dripping from his muzzle.

“You can do better,” the bat goaded. “‘Thank you’ for what?”

“Thank you for marking me and letting me drink your piss, Master.”

The bear was nearly shaking, though from nerves or anger or chill or something else, he couldn’t say.

Throughout the shame and subjugation he felt a strange pressure in his groin. His sheath was swelling against the unyielding cage, the telltale sign that he would have become erect had his arousal not been smothered by the cruel device. Unable to locate why he would be getting hard after such a humiliating experience, he was actually thankful that the steel bars prevented the embarrassment of having his hardness exposed. He recognized a surprising feeling of titillation in himself. Despite his resentment at being treated like property and covered in the stench of urine, he was also glad that the odor of piss would cover any smell of his arousal in the air.

“Better. We are not finished though,” Fabien stated as he kneaded his sheath. He leaned forward until towered above his slave, keeping the ursine eye level with his cock. Ishraq could see every nuance of his lithe frame and confident stature, and hated that he had to admit to himself how attractive the criminal was as he exerted his dominance.

“You are mine to do with as I see fit until the account is settled.”

The mottled, pink and crimson tip of the fruit bat’s shaft entreated from its sheath. Its scarlet crown stood out starkly against the dusky gray and vivid yellow of his crotch fur. He massaged the growing length as he hardened further, until his maleness extended to reach its full seven-and-a-half inches. He languidly stroked his meat without a trace of self-consciousness, coaxing a bead of pre from his slit. It dripped from his member, oozing in a thin, glistening strand to the marble below.

“Pleasure me,” he demanded dispassionately.

The sun bear’s nostrils flared with private indignation, but at the same time his heart fluttered. Deep inside he knew that under less coercive circumstances he would be happy to service Laurent. He was inexplicably reminded of his previous mate, an oryx named Simon, whom he had dated for more than a year before it was clear that they wouldn’t work out. In spite of Simon’s best efforts to mimic the domineering presence and tenacity he desired, Ishraq’s ex failed to provide that sexual spark they needed to continue and things had ended poorly between them. Now he had been provided with a partner who would take rather than ask, and it was under the worst possible conditions.

“I’m waiting. You must be eager to be my serviteur indefinitely. Your dithering only adds time to your contract.”

His mind returning to the present, the ursine slowly leaned forward and opened his muzzle. As soon as his lips parted, Fabien roughly gripped the fur on the back of his scalp with both paws and thrust his hips forward. The bat’s claws tangled into his coat, wrenching control of his head. He forced his shaft into his servant’s mouth, burying it to the base in the submissive bear’s throat. Ishraq choked around his rod.

“Suck,” he snarled.

Struggling for control of his gag reflex, the brown-furred anthro began to move his tongue. He wanted the humbling experience to end as soon as possible and decided to do his utmost to make that a reality. If that meant giving the best blow job of his life, so be it. He rolled his tongue along the underside of his Master’s erection. He could feel it pulse and quiver in his maw. Spurts of salty pre liberally splattered into his throat. He swallowed it all down, the movement of his esophagus only gratifying his host further. He was allowed enough movement to bob along the the length, but struggled to maintain a steady rhythm as Fabien bucked wildly, fucking his face with fervor and intensity. He buried his nose in his owner’s pubic fur and inhaled the scent of his pheromones, then suckled with all the force he could muster as he dragged off several inches before plunging back down onto the thrumming shaft again.

When Ishraq opened his eyes and looked upward he could see the megabat’s chest heave as his breathing grew ragged. Laurent squared his legs and the taut musculature of his abdomen tightened further. His face was deviated from its usual distant smugness into intense concentration and he pistoned away, huffing as he drew close to orgasm. The bear’s expert tongue slurping on his length reached the point where it pushed him over the edge. He hilted himself against his servant’s snout as he came, twisting his claws deeper into the ursine’s pelt.

Thick ropes of cum erupted into his throat, flooding his muzzle. It was difficult for the sun bear to swallow fast enough, but he managed to imbibe every last drop of his jailer’s essence. The seed was cloyingly sweet as well as salty and clung to his throat, its presence an unending reminder of how he had allowed himself to be used. At the same time, his own sheath felt full and needy, swelling painfully against its cage and leaking rivulets of pre down over his already damp sac. He fought the urge to whimper with unsated lust, not wanting the fur who held the key to his chastity device to notice just how badly he craved a release.

Panting, Fabien pulled his softening penis from his submissive’s maw, trailing glittering filaments of cum and saliva as it left his mouth. He milked his sensitive length of the last droplets of jizz and wiped them against the bear’s cheek, streaking milky white goo into his dark fur. He began fastening his jeans again while his limp length retreated, spent, into its sheath, then patronizingly scritched the bear’s ear.

“I do hope you enjoyed your first taste of me. You’ll be getting much, much more over the next month. Particularly tonight,” the mobster remarked. He lifted a talon from the floor and closed it over Ishraq’s aching, entrapped member.

“Tonight?” The ursine responded warily, wiping his chin with the back of his arm and accomplishing nothing other than smearing the spunk and piss across more of himself.

“Consider this practice for this evening. I’m hosting a garden party for some friends and colleagues. You’ll be around to service anyone who wishes to relieve some tension, as well as serving as the urinal so that I don’t have to have a parade of fur traipsing through my house. I’d come on an empty stomach if I were you- I expect you will be rather busy. Now clean up this mess! I want it sparkling before my guests arrive.”

He stalked out of the room without offering anymore information, leaving Ishraq dreading what was in store for him later on. It was difficult enough to deal with being used and belittled by one fur in private. He didn’t know how he could handle an entire party of strangers casually pissing into his mouth and fucking his face on a whim.

He reached for a sponge.