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Knowing it was not his place to question, the hyena did not bother asking for a new place to sleep. \n\n\nWhat wasn’t normal was the missing visor. Every morning when Rocky awoke, he’d strap on a hypno-visor for an hour. Like his first day it would play visuals of his master, his cock, and more to influence the hyena’s loyalty.\n\n\nRocky didn’t see it beside his cot. It wasn’t under it, nor had he stepped on it. Rocky checked again, twice, three times, and even flipped the cot over to be sure. The next thirty minutes were spent in a frantic rush. \n\n\nSeeing it nowhere and unsure where else it could be, Rocky surrendered to his inevitable punishment and headed upstairs to prepare breakfast for his master. He’d been given no clothes or bindings, save for the chastity cage. Anything worth him wearing was to be decided by the mouse himself. \n\n\nDawn was just around the corner when he arrived on the main floor, as shown by the cool blue sky and silhouette trees. He’d seen it hundreds of times, sometimes waiting for the sunrise to illuminate the town his master controlled. He wasn’t sure why he watched, never able to pinpoint the exact feeling that came with the sight.\n\n\nTo his surprise, the kitchen was not empty. His master faced the coffee machine, naked as he waited for the hot bean water to fill his mug. Rocky bowed his head, unsure of what to say in the mouse’s presence. Normally he’d make coffee and wake the rodent in his bed, often with a blowjob against his morning wood. He was beginning to suspect it wasn’t a normal day when his master turned to him and said nothing. He didn’t even smile. \n\n\nWith the coffee ready, he sat on the couch and, without a word, spread his legs as a behest for his slave. Rocky bent to his knees before the rodent, back to the rising sun as his lips braced the soft cock. It grew hard against his tongue, throbbing as the hyena suckled the mouse’s orbs. He took the head into his maw, sinking to the base without issue. His master patted his head gently, enjoying the sunrise while his slave serviced his morning needs.\n\n\nWith both hands, the mouse enjoyed himself. One to hold his coffee to his lips, the other to keep his slave at work. He leaned back, sighing to himself as the sun rose. The warmth from the windows blanketed Rocky’s naked back like a hot blanket. When his master came, he drank it all, licking his lips to not let a single drop of his first snack fall.\n\n\n“Good boy,” Renn said, patting his slave’s head.\n\n\n“You’re up early, master,” Rocky said. There was a reflexive twitch, a nagging frustration screaming in his mind when he addressed the mouse by his title. It always started strong, but by the day’s end, it’d be unnoticeable. His rebellion had all but floundered. \n\n\nThe mouse shrug did not dismiss his agreement. “Yeah. I couldn’t sleep.”\n\n\nDespite their dynamic, Rocky had always been allowed to speak freely to his master. He figured that was because the mouse liked his rebellion. Now he knew it was just another method of controlling him as it gave the hyena the illusion of respected insight. And it allowed Renn to savor the moments where resistance cracked before Rocky ever noticed them. \n\n\n“Nightmares?” the slave asked.\n\n\nRenn laughed. A soft laugh like a parent to their child. “No, not nightmares. I’ve done far too many horrible things to let nightmares harm me.” Rocky would believe it. One didn’t become as rich as his master without stepping over people. The fact that he had an entire town under his thumb, a town where slavery was legal and brazen, said plenty of his morality. \n\n\nAnd yet the hyena cared little for that anymore. His master kept him safe. Kept him fed, exercised, and occupied. So long as he kept his master happy, he would be. And there was little his master didn’t enjoy from him. \n\n\n“So what was the issue?” Rocky asked, still staring up from his kneeling position.\n\n\nRenn didn’t look down at him. He instead stared off into the distance, admiring the sun rising over his town. “I’ve been thinking about the next steps. I’m sure you noticed your visor was missing today.”\n\n\nRocky nodded, relieved that he hadn’t been the one to misplace it. “It’s because you don’t need it,” Renn continued, taking a drink from his coffee, “There’s no extra messaging needed, not when I can get you to suck me off without asking.”\n\n\nHe expected a smile from the mouse but found none. His master’s face was a mask of indifference. When he spoke again, Rocky’s heart dropped. “I think it’s time I let you go.”\n\n\nThe yeen had long been waiting for a variation of that phrase. It’d become a fantasy where his master let him walk out the front door without worry, where Anne didn’t come around to catch him for daring to think so. Yet now that it was here, Rocky’s body froze in fear. \n\n\n“I’ve made a trust fund for you,” Renn said, getting up to pour the remnants of his coffee into the sink. “Also built up a cover story should anyone ask where you were. Given your history, I think people would buy you’d blow off half a year to hang out with some people. You were pretty irresponsible.” \n\n\nRocky stared up at his master, dumbfounded. He understood every word coming out of the mouse’s mouth, but it sounded like gibberish. Was he being released? He’d be given money for compensation, an alibi for being missing, and would never need to see his master again. He should be happy; he knew it in his heart. Then why did it feel heavy? \n\n\n“Did I do something wrong, Master?” He asked without thinking.\n\n\nIf the mouse was surprised by the question, he didn’t show it. “No, you did nothing wrong. I just think it’s time we end this little engagement. I’m sure you miss the spotlight.”\n\n\n“I can fix it.” Rocky held the mouse’s legs down when he tried to stand. “A-Anything I messed up, I can fix it. Just tell me, master, and I’ll fix it.”\n\n\nRenn raised a single brow. “My, my, how interesting,” he took another sip from his mug before placing it down on the table. “Could it be that you don’t want to leave?”\n\n\n“I don’t, Master.” He’d never spoken truer words. \n\n\n“What about your life outside of this place? What about your fans? Your career? You were so eager to break out when we started.”\n\n\nHe was. A small voice screamed in Rocky’s mind that his refusal to leave was pure insanity. He should get up and strangle the mouse rather than let him be paid off. Rocky stuffed a jaw-breaking gag into that voice’s maw, bound it tight, and flung it into the deepest recesses of his subconscious. \n\n\n“I was wrong,” the slave admitted. “I need to be by your side. If I’m not, then I’m nothing. I’ll be a slave without a master, looking over and over for a new one. I can’t just find another, not when you exist. I’ve given everything, master, but I’ll find more if it means you’ll let me stay!”\n\n\nHis master didn’t look down in surprise or shock. His expression read nothing more than satisfaction. Still, he played the fool, tapping his chin as though still deciding what to do next. That cruelty seized the hyena’s heart. He loved it all the same. \n\n\n“You would choose to stay mine, forever?” He asked.\n\n\nRocky nodded, “Yes, Master.”\n\n\n“Well,” he leaned back, flopping his cock back into his slave’s face, “Why don’t you make yourself useful while I think of a proper way to seal this?”\n\n\n\n\n***\n\n\nRocky didn’t leave the basement for a week after that. His master put him on a diet and exercise routine to keep him occupied, with visor-based meditation and mantras to practice in the offtime. By the week’s end, his new mantra of slavehood was buzzing as background noise in his subconscious.\n\n\nHis master sealed the hyena’s body in a black latex suit, even covering his cage in a black mound. The only holes the suit offered were for his ass, which was kept loose by a fat plug, and his mouth which he kept open with a wide ring gag. Even his eyes were hidden by a glossy black dome, blinding him to the world. Rocky didn’t care, he didn’t need eyes when his master was there to direct him. \n\n\nWith his hands bound behind him, Rocky was led forward by a leash. He was familiar with the home enough to tell the garage by sound, touch, and smell, as well as the comforts of the trunk when pushed inside. Straps were locked over his body to keep him still, a necessary precaution for the subtle bumps and sharp turns on the road into town. \n\n\nRocky would have liked to have been thinking during this moment and could have done so, but he did not. As a slave, he did not need to consider where his master was taking him or what was about to happen. He did not have comforts to request or concerns to voice. Where his master wanted him was where he needed to be. \n\n\nWhen he took it out from the trunk, he gathered the sun was up by the heat pressed against his latex. Spring had been around for a month now, signaling a near full year since meeting his master. A quick tug on his leash brought the hyena’s attention back. With care, he blindly followed the direction of his master, eager for what awaited him. \n\n\nThe mask had special earmuffs in place to muffle out most noise. They weren’t perfect, he could still hear people talking, but never the exact words or topic of the conversation. If he thought about it, the hyena could reasonably assume they were about him. The groping of his body, from the cupping of his latex bulge to hands forcing him on his knees or bending him over, were clear giveaways for that. But a slave did not think. A slave was an object that did what was demanded of it. So whoever wished for his mouth and ass enjoyed them to the fullest, and Rocky did his best to accommodate despite his bindings. \n\n\nHe scarcely had time to breathe between each partitioner. Cocks of varying sizes, from smaller than his master to much larger, filled his maw and ass, thrusting vigorously with enough force that some turned their balls into a speedsack for the hyena’s face. Seed filled his gullet and layered his tongue, mixing with the piss of those who wished to use him as a urinal. Some more cleanly inclined users wiped his tongue down before pulling him between their legs. The gag impeded his tongue work, but no one complained, not with the raptitious sounds they made.\n\n\nHis master led him across the town. From the back alleys to the coffee shops, to the public square and more, Rocky was defiled and used. Sweat pooled behind the latex covering, his mouth strained against the metal ring holding it wide open, his cage throbbed, and the leftovers of his uses swirled around inside his ass and stomach. Still, he did not complain, fighting past his burning limbs to keep pace with his leash holder. \n\n\nFor hours, he suffered punishing pleasure until, finally, he ascended step after hastily constructed step. The wood of a stage creaked under his feet. The gentle but firm hold of his mouse master brought him to his knees and undid his bindings. \n\n\nSunlight bombarded his eyes when they pulled the hood off. After adjusting his eyes, Rocky stared out forward with shock and amazement at the crowd gathered below the outdoor stage. Some were in chains or various forms of bondage, attached to others holding their leashes, while others came alone or with a couple. None seemed displeased. Few looked like they’d only recently pulled up their pants. Then some didn’t even bother to cover themselves. \n\n\nHeat rushed to his face upon realizing how many may have just fucked him.\n\n\n“Attention.” His master tapped a microphone, echoing the loud thump on the speakers to each side of the stage. “Good, this thing’s on. Thank you all for coming down to join in on this special day. I know making it a special holiday helped, but I wouldn’t have been disappointed if any of you took it as a sign to sleep in.”\n\n\nThat drew a small laugh in the crowd. Rocky didn’t pay much attention as Annie pulled him up. Fran held him steady while the lemur began cutting away at his latex suit, stripping him down to nothing but the chastity cage his master had locked upon him. While her mistress was as impassive as ever, the badger seemed positively eager for what was about to happen. Whatever that was, Rocky didn’t ask. \n\n\n“Some of you, most of you very recently, have met my slave. It’s been almost a year since I brought him under my wing. A week ago, I offered him freedom. Trust fund, alibi, the works. But he asked to stay. So I’ve gathered all of you here today to witness his submission into permanent servitude under me.”\n\n\nThe mouse wandered past the hyena and picked up a branding iron with an orange glowing tip. Rocky tensed at the sight of it, as well as the blowtorch and metal manacles on the floor. “This is how it’ll work. My slave will swear loyalty, servitude, and devotion to me. Upon acceptance, Annie here will bind and weld shut cuffs on his ankles, wrists, and finally a collar. Don’t worry, we’ll ensure he won’t burn. The only burn he should get is more personal brand, a permanent mark that, should the bindings ever come undone, will remind anyone of who he belongs to.”\n\n\nAt the mouse’s direction, all eyes fell on Rocky. Normally, he wasn’t nervous with crowds. Hell, he loved them. But today, he couldn’t help but feel the lead ball swell in his throat. \n\n\nAt this moment, he was to renounce his freedom. That he was, now and forever, his master’s slave. Again, the voice of reason returned, wearing shattered manacles that jingled in the edge of his mind while it screamed for him to run once Fran let go. \n\n\nHe didn’t run. Renn brought the microphone to his lips. Rocky stood straight, chest out, with his hands behind his back. There was no going back from this. There never was.\n\n\n“This slave, once known as Rocky, pledges his eternal servitude, loyalty, and submission to Renn, their master.”\n\n\nA silence washed over the crowd. Wind brushed through them, carrying a chill of revelation to Rocky. Now, there was no going back, and his master’s smile told him the mouse was to make it so. \n\n\nAnnie latched a golden manacle around his ankle right when the crowd cheered. She slipped a fire retardant cloth between the metal and his fur before using a blowtorch to seal the seam shut. She repeated the process until the collar, where Renn stopped her. In his hand, he produced the key to his chastity cage and unlocked it. \n\n\n“Jack off,” he ordered. “Tell me when you’re close.” \n\n\nThe hyena’s long shaft was hardened instantly. With both hands, Rocky pumped the shaft, letting the new cuffs bangle against his wrists with each stroke. The crowd cheered, and some hollered for more, but Rocky knew when was enough. He missed the crowd, the adoring fans, and the attention they brought upon him. But now wasn’t the time for memory lane. \n\n\n“I’m close!” Rocky cried out. Renn kicked his legs down to a forceful kneel, grabbing his hands to keep them off his throbbing cock. The hyena whined; he’d been right at the edge and couldn’t stop, but the coming flow was more a drizzle than a geyser.\n\n\n“That is your last free orgasm,” Renn whispered. With a snap of his fingers, the mouse had Fran press an ice pack to the engorged rod. Rocky hissed in sensitive pain as it shrank and softened, whimpering as the badger locked his cock back up. Annie didn’t seal it, no doubt Renn wished to use his slave’s cock at a later date. It was his most sensitive organ, after all. \n\n\nHis master clasped the gold collar around Rocky’s neck, holding it steady so Annie could seal it shut forever. He was his now, now and forever. But there was one last thing to do, something made clear by the gag stuffed into the hyena’s maw before Annie forced his head down and pushed his butt up. \n\n\n“This is my seal.” Renn held up the branding iron. “Let it be known to all that, should we somehow part, you will always be mine and mine alone.” \n\n\nThe prod sizzled against his flank. The searing pain hurt like nothing he’d felt before. Rocky grits his teeth, thankful for the thick rubber that sealed his maw. 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To keep a consistent schedule, his master left him an alarm clock not too far out of his cell. He’d have left it in the cell, but the lack of an outlet made that impossible. Plus, the excuse to get out of bed made it harder to sink back into it. It helped that the cell door wasn’t locked. His master hadn’t seen fit to lock it for months now. What started as a punishment for his escape attempt had become normal underneath the mouse’s boot. Knowing it was not his place to question, the hyena did not bother asking for a new place to sleep.


What wasn’t normal was the missing visor. Every morning when Rocky awoke, he’d strap on a hypno-visor for an hour. Like his first day it would play visuals of his master, his cock, and more to influence the hyena’s loyalty.


Rocky didn’t see it beside his cot. It wasn’t under it, nor had he stepped on it. Rocky checked again, twice, three times, and even flipped the cot over to be sure. The next thirty minutes were spent in a frantic rush.


Seeing it nowhere and unsure where else it could be, Rocky surrendered to his inevitable punishment and headed upstairs to prepare breakfast for his master. He’d been given no clothes or bindings, save for the chastity cage. Anything worth him wearing was to be decided by the mouse himself.


Dawn was just around the corner when he arrived on the main floor, as shown by the cool blue sky and silhouette trees. He’d seen it hundreds of times, sometimes waiting for the sunrise to illuminate the town his master controlled. He wasn’t sure why he watched, never able to pinpoint the exact feeling that came with the sight.


To his surprise, the kitchen was not empty. His master faced the coffee machine, naked as he waited for the hot bean water to fill his mug. Rocky bowed his head, unsure of what to say in the mouse’s presence. Normally he’d make coffee and wake the rodent in his bed, often with a blowjob against his morning wood. He was beginning to suspect it wasn’t a normal day when his master turned to him and said nothing. He didn’t even smile.


With the coffee ready, he sat on the couch and, without a word, spread his legs as a behest for his slave. Rocky bent to his knees before the rodent, back to the rising sun as his lips braced the soft cock. It grew hard against his tongue, throbbing as the hyena suckled the mouse’s orbs. He took the head into his maw, sinking to the base without issue. His master patted his head gently, enjoying the sunrise while his slave serviced his morning needs.


With both hands, the mouse enjoyed himself. One to hold his coffee to his lips, the other to keep his slave at work. He leaned back, sighing to himself as the sun rose. The warmth from the windows blanketed Rocky’s naked back like a hot blanket. When his master came, he drank it all, licking his lips to not let a single drop of his first snack fall.


“Good boy,” Renn said, patting his slave’s head.


“You’re up early, master,” Rocky said. There was a reflexive twitch, a nagging frustration screaming in his mind when he addressed the mouse by his title. It always started strong, but by the day’s end, it’d be unnoticeable. His rebellion had all but floundered.


The mouse shrug did not dismiss his agreement. “Yeah. I couldn’t sleep.”


Despite their dynamic, Rocky had always been allowed to speak freely to his master. He figured that was because the mouse liked his rebellion. Now he knew it was just another method of controlling him as it gave the hyena the illusion of respected insight. And it allowed Renn to savor the moments where resistance cracked before Rocky ever noticed them.


“Nightmares?” the slave asked.


Renn laughed. A soft laugh like a parent to their child. “No, not nightmares. I’ve done far too many horrible things to let nightmares harm me.” Rocky would believe it. One didn’t become as rich as his master without stepping over people. The fact that he had an entire town under his thumb, a town where slavery was legal and brazen, said plenty of his morality.


And yet the hyena cared little for that anymore. His master kept him safe. Kept him fed, exercised, and occupied. So long as he kept his master happy, he would be. And there was little his master didn’t enjoy from him.


“So what was the issue?” Rocky asked, still staring up from his kneeling position.


Renn didn’t look down at him. He instead stared off into the distance, admiring the sun rising over his town. “I’ve been thinking about the next steps. I’m sure you noticed your visor was missing today.”


Rocky nodded, relieved that he hadn’t been the one to misplace it. “It’s because you don’t need it,” Renn continued, taking a drink from his coffee, “There’s no extra messaging needed, not when I can get you to suck me off without asking.”


He expected a smile from the mouse but found none. His master’s face was a mask of indifference. When he spoke again, Rocky’s heart dropped. “I think it’s time I let you go.”


The yeen had long been waiting for a variation of that phrase. It’d become a fantasy where his master let him walk out the front door without worry, where Anne didn’t come around to catch him for daring to think so. Yet now that it was here, Rocky’s body froze in fear.


“I’ve made a trust fund for you,” Renn said, getting up to pour the remnants of his coffee into the sink. “Also built up a cover story should anyone ask where you were. Given your history, I think people would buy you’d blow off half a year to hang out with some people. You were pretty irresponsible.”


Rocky stared up at his master, dumbfounded. He understood every word coming out of the mouse’s mouth, but it sounded like gibberish. Was he being released? He’d be given money for compensation, an alibi for being missing, and would never need to see his master again. He should be happy; he knew it in his heart. Then why did it feel heavy?


“Did I do something wrong, Master?” He asked without thinking.


If the mouse was surprised by the question, he didn’t show it. “No, you did nothing wrong. I just think it’s time we end this little engagement. I’m sure you miss the spotlight.”


“I can fix it.” Rocky held the mouse’s legs down when he tried to stand. “A-Anything I messed up, I can fix it. Just tell me, master, and I’ll fix it.”


Renn raised a single brow. “My, my, how interesting,” he took another sip from his mug before placing it down on the table. “Could it be that you don’t want to leave?”


“I don’t, Master.” He’d never spoken truer words.


“What about your life outside of this place? What about your fans? Your career? You were so eager to break out when we started.”


He was. A small voice screamed in Rocky’s mind that his refusal to leave was pure insanity. He should get up and strangle the mouse rather than let him be paid off. Rocky stuffed a jaw-breaking gag into that voice’s maw, bound it tight, and flung it into the deepest recesses of his subconscious.


“I was wrong,” the slave admitted. “I need to be by your side. If I’m not, then I’m nothing. I’ll be a slave without a master, looking over and over for a new one. I can’t just find another, not when you exist. I’ve given everything, master, but I’ll find more if it means you’ll let me stay!”


His master didn’t look down in surprise or shock. His expression read nothing more than satisfaction. Still, he played the fool, tapping his chin as though still deciding what to do next. That cruelty seized the hyena’s heart. He loved it all the same.


“You would choose to stay mine, forever?” He asked.


Rocky nodded, “Yes, Master.”


“Well,” he leaned back, flopping his cock back into his slave’s face, “Why don’t you make yourself useful while I think of a proper way to seal this?”




***


Rocky didn’t leave the basement for a week after that. His master put him on a diet and exercise routine to keep him occupied, with visor-based meditation and mantras to practice in the offtime. By the week’s end, his new mantra of slavehood was buzzing as background noise in his subconscious.


His master sealed the hyena’s body in a black latex suit, even covering his cage in a black mound. The only holes the suit offered were for his ass, which was kept loose by a fat plug, and his mouth which he kept open with a wide ring gag. Even his eyes were hidden by a glossy black dome, blinding him to the world. Rocky didn’t care, he didn’t need eyes when his master was there to direct him.


With his hands bound behind him, Rocky was led forward by a leash. He was familiar with the home enough to tell the garage by sound, touch, and smell, as well as the comforts of the trunk when pushed inside. Straps were locked over his body to keep him still, a necessary precaution for the subtle bumps and sharp turns on the road into town.


Rocky would have liked to have been thinking during this moment and could have done so, but he did not. As a slave, he did not need to consider where his master was taking him or what was about to happen. He did not have comforts to request or concerns to voice. Where his master wanted him was where he needed to be.


When he took it out from the trunk, he gathered the sun was up by the heat pressed against his latex. Spring had been around for a month now, signaling a near full year since meeting his master. A quick tug on his leash brought the hyena’s attention back. With care, he blindly followed the direction of his master, eager for what awaited him.


The mask had special earmuffs in place to muffle out most noise. They weren’t perfect, he could still hear people talking, but never the exact words or topic of the conversation. If he thought about it, the hyena could reasonably assume they were about him. The groping of his body, from the cupping of his latex bulge to hands forcing him on his knees or bending him over, were clear giveaways for that. But a slave did not think. A slave was an object that did what was demanded of it. So whoever wished for his mouth and ass enjoyed them to the fullest, and Rocky did his best to accommodate despite his bindings.


He scarcely had time to breathe between each partitioner. Cocks of varying sizes, from smaller than his master to much larger, filled his maw and ass, thrusting vigorously with enough force that some turned their balls into a speedsack for the hyena’s face. Seed filled his gullet and layered his tongue, mixing with the piss of those who wished to use him as a urinal. Some more cleanly inclined users wiped his tongue down before pulling him between their legs. The gag impeded his tongue work, but no one complained, not with the raptitious sounds they made.


His master led him across the town. From the back alleys to the coffee shops, to the public square and more, Rocky was defiled and used. Sweat pooled behind the latex covering, his mouth strained against the metal ring holding it wide open, his cage throbbed, and the leftovers of his uses swirled around inside his ass and stomach. Still, he did not complain, fighting past his burning limbs to keep pace with his leash holder.


For hours, he suffered punishing pleasure until, finally, he ascended step after hastily constructed step. The wood of a stage creaked under his feet. The gentle but firm hold of his mouse master brought him to his knees and undid his bindings.


Sunlight bombarded his eyes when they pulled the hood off. After adjusting his eyes, Rocky stared out forward with shock and amazement at the crowd gathered below the outdoor stage. Some were in chains or various forms of bondage, attached to others holding their leashes, while others came alone or with a couple. None seemed displeased. Few looked like they’d only recently pulled up their pants. Then some didn’t even bother to cover themselves.


Heat rushed to his face upon realizing how many may have just fucked him.


“Attention.” His master tapped a microphone, echoing the loud thump on the speakers to each side of the stage. “Good, this thing’s on. Thank you all for coming down to join in on this special day. I know making it a special holiday helped, but I wouldn’t have been disappointed if any of you took it as a sign to sleep in.”


That drew a small laugh in the crowd. Rocky didn’t pay much attention as Annie pulled him up. Fran held him steady while the lemur began cutting away at his latex suit, stripping him down to nothing but the chastity cage his master had locked upon him. While her mistress was as impassive as ever, the badger seemed positively eager for what was about to happen. Whatever that was, Rocky didn’t ask.


“Some of you, most of you very recently, have met my slave. It’s been almost a year since I brought him under my wing. A week ago, I offered him freedom. Trust fund, alibi, the works. But he asked to stay. So I’ve gathered all of you here today to witness his submission into permanent servitude under me.”


The mouse wandered past the hyena and picked up a branding iron with an orange glowing tip. Rocky tensed at the sight of it, as well as the blowtorch and metal manacles on the floor. “This is how it’ll work. My slave will swear loyalty, servitude, and devotion to me. Upon acceptance, Annie here will bind and weld shut cuffs on his ankles, wrists, and finally a collar. Don’t worry, we’ll ensure he won’t burn. The only burn he should get is more personal brand, a permanent mark that, should the bindings ever come undone, will remind anyone of who he belongs to.”


At the mouse’s direction, all eyes fell on Rocky. Normally, he wasn’t nervous with crowds. Hell, he loved them. But today, he couldn’t help but feel the lead ball swell in his throat.


At this moment, he was to renounce his freedom. That he was, now and forever, his master’s slave. Again, the voice of reason returned, wearing shattered manacles that jingled in the edge of his mind while it screamed for him to run once Fran let go.


He didn’t run. Renn brought the microphone to his lips. Rocky stood straight, chest out, with his hands behind his back. There was no going back from this. There never was.


“This slave, once known as Rocky, pledges his eternal servitude, loyalty, and submission to Renn, their master.”


A silence washed over the crowd. Wind brushed through them, carrying a chill of revelation to Rocky. Now, there was no going back, and his master’s smile told him the mouse was to make it so.


Annie latched a golden manacle around his ankle right when the crowd cheered. She slipped a fire retardant cloth between the metal and his fur before using a blowtorch to seal the seam shut. She repeated the process until the collar, where Renn stopped her. In his hand, he produced the key to his chastity cage and unlocked it.


“Jack off,” he ordered. “Tell me when you’re close.”


The hyena’s long shaft was hardened instantly. With both hands, Rocky pumped the shaft, letting the new cuffs bangle against his wrists with each stroke. The crowd cheered, and some hollered for more, but Rocky knew when was enough. He missed the crowd, the adoring fans, and the attention they brought upon him. But now wasn’t the time for memory lane.


“I’m close!” Rocky cried out. Renn kicked his legs down to a forceful kneel, grabbing his hands to keep them off his throbbing cock. The hyena whined; he’d been right at the edge and couldn’t stop, but the coming flow was more a drizzle than a geyser.


“That is your last free orgasm,” Renn whispered. With a snap of his fingers, the mouse had Fran press an ice pack to the engorged rod. Rocky hissed in sensitive pain as it shrank and softened, whimpering as the badger locked his cock back up. Annie didn’t seal it, no doubt Renn wished to use his slave’s cock at a later date. It was his most sensitive organ, after all.


His master clasped the gold collar around Rocky’s neck, holding it steady so Annie could seal it shut forever. He was his now, now and forever. But there was one last thing to do, something made clear by the gag stuffed into the hyena’s maw before Annie forced his head down and pushed his butt up.


“This is my seal.” Renn held up the branding iron. “Let it be known to all that, should we somehow part, you will always be mine and mine alone.”


The prod sizzled against his flank. The searing pain hurt like nothing he’d felt before. Rocky grits his teeth, thankful for the thick rubber that sealed his maw. Fran and Annie helped him stand when it was over, careful not to touch the sensitive brand.


What came next was fuzzy. Exhaustion from the earlier orgy and the sudden pain made him faint, with the subtle sounds of another orgy being the last thing he heard before waking up. By then, he was in his master’s home, head nestled in the mouse’s lap.


“You look cute when you sleep,” Renn said, smiling with possessive affection. “It would be a shame to have you stay in the dungeon.”


Rocky held up his cuffs, which were more like bangles now that he thought about it, “Is that really necessary? Haven’t I been a good boy?”


“Hmm…maybe,” Renn brushed his slave’s head. “It would be ashamed if you stayed it. I like having a brat to punish.”


“Oh, he never left, sir,” Rocky grinned, then yawned and curled up, “But he might need a little more rest. He’ll be back tomorrow.”


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